Page 24 of Marked By Blaze

The firm press of lips and restless hands trailing my body is one heck of a way to wake up. My eyes are barely open, and my lips part in a sigh as calloused fingers graze my nipples. Blaze has been teasing me awake for a while, considering how wet I am. The sleep has barely cleared from my mind when he slides a thick digit into my sex, making me cry out in pleasure. His lips replace his fingers, and that is all it takes to snap me fully out of sleep.

Is this what it’s like? I wonder as the man brings me to a climax with his skilled fingers.To be liked—loved?

“Good morning,” he rasps into my hair, and I chuckle. My eyes flutter open, blinking at the bright light filtering in through the window. A laugh bubbles out of me when I realize how ridiculous Blaze looks in this small bed. When I first bought it, I never imagined I would ever have to share it with anyone, but somehow, I found myself a giant.

“Good morning,” I croak out, hugging him close and loving the way his muscles feel against mine. “How’s your shoulder? Does it still hurt?”

“It’s fine.”

“I don’t trust you,” I counter, pushing the man back, or at least I try to, but he weighs a ton. “Blaze—”

“I ordered breakfast. We have just enough time to shower before it arrives.”

His words bring me pause. “You did? When?” My eyes look over his broad shoulders and to the alarm clock. It’s barely seven.

“I’m an early bird, and you barely had anything in your fridge.”

I flush at that. “I’ve been meaning to go shopping.”

Blaze doesn’t say a word as he pushes back and climbs out of bed. I try not to blush at his nudity, but it’s hard when someone is built the way he is. And he’s still hard. I blush and feel a twinge of guilt when I realize that, while he brought me to orgasm so effortlessly, he didn’t come.

He grabs my hand and pulls me out of bed, nudging me toward the bathroom ahead of him. I have no idea what I expect to happen, but I’m backed up to the wall and his lips are on mine the second he turns on the water.

We make out for a few minutes until an idea occurs to me. I push against Blaze’s chest to back him up a step, then without a word, I drop to my knees. Raising a shaky hand, I curl my fingers around his hard shaft and give it a tentative stroke, meeting his dark gaze.

“Can I make you come, Daddy?” I ask, hardly recognizing myself through my newfound bravado. Blaze smiles down at me and wraps his hand around mine, tightening my grip on his cock, then drawing it up and down his length, guiding me to twist my fist around his flushed tip on the upstroke. My core clenches at the sound of Blaze’s pleased groan.

Soon, I’ve fallen into a rhythm as I watch his cockhead disappear and reappear with my strokes. Blaze is blocking thestream of water with his back, and my gaze catches on a bead of precum on his tip. Without giving it any thought, I lean forward and swipe my tongue over the slit of his cock, drawing a deeper, almost pained groan from Blaze. The sound gives me confidence, and I move to wrap my lips around his shaft, still working him with strokes of my fist. Blaze slides a hand into my hair and rocks forward, sending his length a little deeper into my mouth.

The taste of him is intoxicating, and I get lost in the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of my mouth, hitting the back of my throat every few strokes. My mind is just starting to go a bit hazy when Blaze suddenly grips me beneath my arms to haul me up. Without a word, he presses me against the shower wall and claims my lips with his own.

My body is trembling when he slides his thick shaft into my pulsing sex, rocking into me with feral and desperate need, bringing me closer to yet another release. When I climax this time, it’s his name on my lips. Blaze follows right after, peppering gentle kisses over my face, kissing my…flaws.

Beauty marks. He calls them beauty marks.

This is…insanity.

There is no way I am going to survive if we continue this, and for that reason, I linger in the shower after he’s done washing. He seems to sense that I need a moment, so he leaves me to my thoughts in the shower. I take my time washing my hair, then linger over getting dressed. When I finally walk out of my bedroom, Blaze is waiting for me in the living room, still in only a towel. He reaches for me, but I evade him.

“Scared?” he teases, lunging for me, but I slip away from his grasp, giggling as I run out of the room.

My lips are nearly splitting from the size of my smile when I walk into the kitchen, stopping short when I see the bag on thecounter. It’s the same bag I’ve been receiving all week. With my favorite café’s logo stamped on the center.

I freeze by to the counter, staring at the bag for a long time, almost afraid to touch it. It’s not until a pair of strong arms cross around my waist and I am pulled into a firm chest that I quickly snap out of my stupor.

“You ordered this?” I ask.

“Yes, it’s your favorite,” Blaze answers nonchalantly. But his response has my pulse racing as I recall all the breakfast deliveries I’ve been getting. I’d only told Jade about my favorite café after I received the first delivery. No one else knows. At least, I hadn’t thought so.

“It’s you,” I whisper. “You’re the one that’s been sending me breakfast every morning.”

Blaze stills against me but doesn’t deny it. “I wanted to take care of you,” he says, nuzzling my neck. “I picked up on what you like the day you met up with Jade for brunch, so I’ve been ordering it for you.”

That makes sense, I guess. “How did you know this café is my favorite spot?”

“Is it?” he asks with surprise, but something about it seems forced. “Lucky guess, I suppose. They make the best avocado toast, and I wanted you to try it.”

“They do,” I respond, feeling at ease now that I know the breakfast has been coming from him. Should I have eaten it before learning who it was from first? Well, no. But when I didn’t drop dead the first time it arrived, I figured it was someone close and they would reveal themselves in time. And I was right. Except maybe I shouldn’t have been so eager to receive gifts from strangers. “What did you get this time?”

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