Page 48 of Bloom and Burn
I yelp and then giggle, burying my nose in the juncture of his neck and shoulder. He smells like mint, and I can’t help nipping along his still damp skin, licking and grazing with my teeth. Before long, we are in his bedroom on the second floor, sunlight streaming in through the open balcony. He throws me on his massive bed before I even get the chance to scope the space, then he climbs on top and moves like a cat until he’s hovering above me.
Hooking two fingers under the hem of my pants, he rasps, “Off.”
I cock an eyebrow in challenge, which only makes him smirk. His other hand clasps my left wrist, guiding it above my head. Once he has it there, my right one joins. Grasping them both with his big hand, he presses, the slight restriction making my heart beat even faster.
I want those clothes off now, no longer interested in teasing. But he’s just getting started it seems, his playful, lust-filled eyes telling me as much. And then he produces a shiny leather whip out from somewhere.
“Ooh, kinky. I think I’m digging that,” I let him know, struggling to maintain a serious expression. How the hell did he know I’ve been curious to try out some toys?
Did he happen to take a peek at my browsing history? Sneaky.
He rolls those pretty hazels, fighting off a grin. “Be serious or I’m putting it away.”
“Yes, Daddy!”
He snorts. “Ryan!”
I laugh. “Sorry. I’m doing my best, but it’s really hard, okay?”
Humming, he drops the whip on the bed and slides his hand inside my pants. “Yeah, it’s definitely hard, I can confirm.”
I’m stuck between cackling and moaning as he grasps the base of my cock and squeezes it possessively. And as if that’s not enough, he then glides his hand up and teases my slit. This man will be the end of me, I swear.
I bite my bottom lip to stifle a moan when he rubs the underside of my cockhead, the action setting his eyes ablaze. God, he’s gorgeous.
“So, are we gonna tease each other all night or fuck? My tight hole needs exercising in stretching. Preferably by your fat magic baguette.” I blink innocently at him.
“Jesus Christ. Am I crazy for thinking that the shit you say is sexy as fuck?”
“Probably. Or you know, we are just perfect for each other?”
He likes that. A wide smile sabotages the grumpy frown he was overplaying, opening up his attractive face. I love every inch of it, every line and curve, the way his brows come together, the cute dimples that he shows off whenever he’s happy. His lips, eyes and nose are the perfect size, adding to that Adonis-like vibe that he has about him.
“Is that so, flower boy?”
I prop myself on my elbows and meet his gaze. “It is. Shall I prove it to you?”
A flicker of challenge intensifies his gaze as he pounces for my mouth. Our lips meet a second later, eager and desperate. His greedy tongue pushes past mine, licking and claiming as if we’ve never kissed before. I love every moment of it, buzzing from how much he wants me. I need to be naked and I need to feel his skin against mine or I will combust.
“I think I should be naked now,” I declare, breathless and panting.
“I agree. It’s about damn time,” he says sternly, even though he was the one who started this teasing game. But I let that slide.
Within a few heartbeats, I’m sprawled on his bed, legs spread and chest heaving. He stands near the edge and watches me from there with the whip held in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other. The balcony door is left open, offering an unobstructed view of us that gets my blood thrumming even more. We’ve discovered that we are both kind of into doing stuff in public places, or with the risk of being seen, so we’ve been experimenting with that.
“Come on, cowboy. Give me a ride on that giant cock of yours.”
He stifles a smile and looks down. “It’s notthatbig.”
I pointedly study the body part in question. “I mean, sure. It’s in proportion to your size. But then again, you are a tall man.”
Our size difference isn’t extreme, but it’s there. My smaller body is as if made for him— we slot together so perfectly—and I love the slight burn whenever he enters me.
“Pass me that,” I demand, tipping my chin at the whip. He obliges. “Now, on the bed and between my legs. I want you to suck my cock while fingering me. And then you will fuck me from behind like I am your bitch.”
He gawks at me, amusement and shock crossing over his features. “Christ. Give me strength.”
I tsk and wave one finger disapprovingly. “I’m the only man whose name should be spoken in the bedroom, Jack. Make sure to remember that or we’re gonna have a problem.”
