Page 29 of Blood & Kisses

“Oh, yeah,” he asserts with that deep, sensual voice as he flops out his hard length.

“It looks like I’m saying farewell to the Spanish,” I say, stabbing an attempt at a joke that makes him narrow his eyes.

“Oh, no,” he hums confidently, aiming his cock at my pussy, ready to drive in. “I’ll be fucking you all the way to Spain.”

I pout my lips. “I’m pleased. I’ve always wanted to go, and with air travel prices being so high-”

He rams his cock into me in one go, and I arch my back, moaning as my nipples go hard and my skin shivers, so wet and horny. He places my left leg over his hip, running his hand down my shin to my thigh, before leaning over me. The thief starts thrusting into me as my bed jolts against the wall and the traffic noises outside.

He feels so good and so right inside of me, and I wish this escape into ecstasy could last forever, but it won’t. After this simmering expedition, we leave, and the raw world greets us, and we become killers again.

Blake lifts my leg onto his shoulder, moves slightly behind me, and continues his thrusting pace as I join his rhythm and press my body against his – gasping and moaning. God, it feels good.

“This bed was a virgin,” I pant, as the orgasm is brimming so close, rippling up and down my legs and shivering all along my arms and breasts.

“I’m glad that I’m the one to break your bed’s hymen,” he groans back, slamming that cock into me like there’s no tomorrow.

“I’m glad, too,” I sigh, grabbing a hunk of his flesh and squeezing in desperation to hold on to something as my body falls under his spell.

“I need you tight, babe,” he growls breathily, pulling out. “You’re fucking remedy, and I need you tight.” He slides my thigh from his shoulder as my eyes glance at that erect wet cock, shiny in the light, before he rolls me over onto my stomach in a plank position.

He kneels over me and slides two fingers into my saturated and hungry pussy, before sliding that penis in again. Due to my legs being close together, his penis pinches my insides a little, and I have to wiggle to adjust my comfort.

“Ah, that’s it,” he snarls, thoroughly pummeling me with fast strokes that draw out pleasure screams from my mouth as my body contracts and retracts several times before the orgasm comes and storms through every cell in my body, sending me to Spain and back.

“Spain feels so good,” I sigh as the orgasm swells and the tips of my toes tingle while my clit radiates out in the place between pleasure and pain.

He pulls out and rolls me over, placing the top of his shimmering wet cock in my mouth. “Suck until I cum,” he demands, and I take his length in my hand, place my lips over the head of his cock and move up and down quickly.

It doesn’t take long, and a low growl at the back of his throat exudes when he cums into my mouth. He brushes back my stray hair that has fallen from my ponytail, and in a smooth voice, he demands, “Swallow, sweetheart, swallow.”

I let the warm, salty juice slide down the back of my throat as those eyes looked down at me proudly. “Good girl.”

16

When I returned to Gabe’s house with my herbarium, I was surprised to find him in the kitchen, his shirt sleeves rolled up to the elbow, preparing dinner on the stovetop.

“Hey,” I call out bashfully. The last time that Gabe and I were in the kitchen together was when Blake was fucking me over the table, so I feel a tad embarrassed about using his furniture as a prop for sex.

“Hey, Rae,” he swivels around to look at me with a welcoming smile. I hope he’s already forgotten what happened here earlier.

“A meal with our meeting? That’s fancy. You must have a lot to say,” I say apprehensively because being alone with him makes me nervous. Before I depart to my bedroom, I need to get something off my chest. “Um,” he looks back at me again with silver eyebrows raised, curious what to say. “I’m really sorry about what happened…” I’ll apologize for the slightly worse thing before the terrible thing because the terrible thing is more embarrassing than the less terrible thing. “Your bed. When you discovered me there. It’s disrespectful and-”

He flicks his hand dismissively, “Don’t worry about it.”

“Really?” Maybe I should keep going while I’m on a roll, but I bite my lip to stop myself when I consider climbing into his bed again when he’s also on it.

“I understand you were probably lonely,” he answers coolly, so mature and understandable, yet his words make me feel pathetic and weak. “I’ve been working extra shifts to put a case to bed, so…you’ve been here in my house alone and probably don’t know the area well.” His words linger in the air for a few moments before they sink in, hitting harder than I would’ve liked.

I swallow back my self-disgust. “So, is the meeting about me returning to my apartment? There’s no need to make a big deal if you want me to leave.” I answer, tears welling up from the hurt and rejection caused by my being an idiot.

His back is turned while he chops enough potatoes to feed an army. “No,” he answers flatly, giving little away.

“So, you don’t mind me staying?” I ask, desperate for clarity, and I can’t see his face to know what he’s not telling me.

“I think you should stay a little longer,” he answers sternly, glancing back at me this time with smiling eyes and a mouth I’m desperate to kiss again. “For your safety.”

I nod in agreement, grace him with a smile before I depart and run upstairs. The space between my legs pangs a little from Blake’s cock being there a couple of hours ago, ramming me hard until we’re tangled in each other arms.

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