Page 35 of Klutch's Kryptonite

I do as he says, letting him slide deeper into my mouth. His groans spur me on, and I begin to move, bobbing my head as I take him in and out.

“Use your hand,” he instructs, guiding my fingers to wrap around the base of his shaft where my mouth can’t reach.

I follow his lead, stroking and sucking in tandem, learning what he likes. It’s empowering, seeing this strong, intimidating man at my mercy.

“Fuck, Blue,” he groans, his grip in my hair tightening. “I’m gonna come.”

I expect him to pull away, but instead, he holds me in place. “Swallow it,” he commands, his voice ragged.

Before I can process his words, hot spurts of his release flood my mouth. I swallow reflexively, the taste salty and bitter but it’s not the worst thing I’ve ever swallowed.

Just as I think we’re finished, Klutch yanks me up from the shower floor. In one quick motion, he leans me against the tile wall and surges inside me. I cry out at the sudden intrusion, still sensitive from earlier.

“Mine,” he growls, fucking me hard against the cold wall. The water continues to pour over us as he pounds into me, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through my body.

It doesn’t take long before I’m clinging to him, my nails digging into his shoulders as another orgasm builds. When it hits, I throw my head back against the tile, his name spilling from my lips.

He follows me into bliss a moment later, his hips jerking erratically as he groans and comes inside me.

As the fog of pleasure clears, realization dawns. “Wait,” I gasp, shoving at his chest. “We didn’t use protection. I’m not on the pill!”

Klutch shrugs his shoulders like it’s no big deal. “If you get pregnant, we’ll deal with it.”

Anger flashes through me. How can he be so cavalier about this? “Deal with it? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Blue—”

“I wouldn’t get rid of my baby if I was pregnant,” I snap, suddenly defensive of a child that doesn’t even exist.

He silences me with a hard kiss, then drops his forehead to mine. “That’s not what I meant, baby. But I’m glad to hear you confirm that you wouldn’t want to kill our kid. I mean, if there was one.”

I relax slightly, the fight draining out of me. “Oh.”

“I promise I’ll put on a wrap from now on,” he says, his thumbs gently stroking my cheeks, my lips. “It’s just that one taste of this sexy mouth and I lose all fucking rational thought.”

My cheeks warm at his declaration. He’s so open, holding nothing back. It’s not something I’m used to; not something I do.

“We should finish up,” I tell him.

He shakes his head and steps back, letting me off the hook for changing the subject. After finishing up and we get dried off and dressed in silence, the weight of what just happened, what could happen, hangs between us.

I’m just slipping on my purple Converse when a sharp knock sounds at the door.

Klutch frowns, moving to answer it while I finish tying my laces. I hear McKenna’s voice before I see her, high-pitched and worried.

“Where is she? Is she okay?”

Before Klutch can answer, Kenny barrels past him and spots me sitting on the edge of the bed. She rushes over, pulling me into a tight hug.

“Thank God! I was so worried when I went downstairs this morning and saw your door boarded up. I had to hear from Pee Wee about your apartment.” I can hear the disapproval in her voice. Guilt hits me hard. I should have called her last night, told her what happened.

Wait. Did she say my door was boarded up? I blink in confusion. “The door was boarded up?”

McKenna pulls back, her eyes wide. “You don’t know? The front door looks like Not-Handy Manny tried to fix it.” I almost laugh at her reference of the cartoon show but am still too confused to find the humor in it.

I turn to Klutch, who’s leaning against the doorframe with Pee Wee looming behind him. “Someone boarded up my place?”

He nods, running a hand through his still-damp hair. “Sent a prospect over last night to secure it. Didn’t want anyone else getting in.”

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