Page 18 of Big Booze Boss

ChapterFive

Summer

His kiss is everything! A promise of friends to lovers. A promise to keep this secret for now. A promise of after. I can't ask for anything more.

As our tongues engage, I admit I'm weak. Strong coffee didn't do a damn thing, but make me wide awake and alert. The moment he entered my space, I knew I couldn't pretend to be anything more than a whore for him. There is too much between us. Too many years of longing. Too many years wasted.

I'll take these couple of days of isolation from my world and, like he said last night, scratch my itch. And give me, if nothing more, memories of a time in paradise when the world was perfect.

Truthfully, Jenny will be too distracted to notice as long as we don't make it obvious.

When he pulls away and stares into my eyes, asking for my decision, I say, "So, to be clear, when we're here and alone, we're lovers. But when we're not alone, we are nothing but friends."

"Until after the wedding." He winks as he grins.

I lick my lips, take back the breath he just stole, nod my head and … "Agreed."

He drops into his catcher's stance and pulls me in tight. The sight of seeing him looking up at me with a look of desire in his eyes reassures me this is going to be all right. We have two full days before Jenny and the wedding party arrive. We will fuck like rabbits and can get this itch scratched. No one will know. No one will be the wiser. Then who knows? Maybe we can at least be friends with benefits.

Then Blaze lights a fire that burns the world down around me. His lips latch onto my tits. His tongue dances around them. His mouth gently draws the nipple in. Then his tongue wallows around lazily, driving me MAD!

My fingers slide into his hair and cup his head. His peaceful expression melts my heart.

It isn't long before my clit is tingling like mad, demanding the same attention. "Blaze," I breathe his name as I push him away.

Sliding his arms around my legs, lifting me as if I weigh nothing, he rises out of his crouch as smoothly as he sank into it. He stares into my eyes as he carries me to the bed. The longing in his gaze is as deep and tormented as mine.

If I would have answered no, would he have stayed with me, or would he have had to leave?

He sinks down again until my feet are on the floor, then he releases me and stands to tower over me.

He says softly, "Breezy, I don't have any condoms here, and I didn't use one last night."

"It's okay, Blaze. You don't need one."

His smile doesn't show relief. It simply acknowledges I heard. The thought pings around my brain as he sweeps my hair off my neck. He doesn't care if I get pregnant or not.

I only thought my heart melted before. Now, it's a puddle pooled in my pussy. There is no doubt about the kind of man Blaze is. If I were to get pregnant, he would be a great daddy.

He leans down to nuzzle me, but I slide my hand down his arm and take his hand as I back onto the bed, pulling him with me. When I stop, he crawls over me, knocking me over and lays on top, nuzzling and kissing my face and neck.

I spread my legs and wrap them around him. He begins to move his hips, searching like last night. But instantly, he slips inside.

He moans, "Mmm, you're wet for me."

"Always," I whisper.

Another moan and a deep thrust is his response. A moan of pure pleasure escapes my throat.

For the next few hours, we explore each other's body. Learning the art of lovemaking for the other's satisfaction. We discover both our rhythm and our triggers are compatible.

I learn what a true stud Blaze is. His stamina is incredible, and his ability to stave off his orgasm while I reach the peak to crescendo with him is remarkable.

I also learn he likes his cock licked and sucked, but what man doesn't.

He learns my tits are the key to teasing me. That oral sex is fine, but I prefer fucking. Pulling my hair is a turn-on too, and when he swatted my ass, I liked it.

By the time we are exhausted and thoroughly satisfied, it's noon.

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