Page 34 of Hot Route
Closing my laptop, I glance at the clock that sits on my desk. It’s almost two in the morning. The bars close soon and she’ll be home. Unless her date goes well, that is. The thought has me finishing what’s left in my glass before returning to the kitchen for a refill.
I keep the lights off as I sit, waiting, trying not to lose my fucking mind at the thought of my girl ending up in bed tonight next to some sorry son of a bitch that isn’t me.
TWENTY-SEVEN
MADS
I quietly open the door,tiptoeing inside the dark house. Deciding to walk all the way home from the bar in this cold weather wasn’t my best idea, but it seemed fitting that my awful date would end with me punishing myself for swiping right on yet another fuckboy. All that walk did was freeze my limbs and intensify the ache that’s been residing between my legs since the night Blaze got me off.
I could go up to my room, get in the shower with one of my toys, and try to chase my own release, but I still haven’t been able to orgasm on my own. I’m reminded of how quickly Blaze had me coming undone without even having to put his hands on me. That was weeks ago.No wonder I’ve been such a mess.
I signed up for the kink app Dia suggested, but everyone I’ve met on there just feels wrong.Maybe it’s because I haven’t been in a dom/sub relationship for a while, or maybe Brady bringing up our past at dinner rattled me. Either way, I know these things can’t be forced, so I’ve been sticking to regular dating apps for now. Nothing has come of any of it, which has made getting my mind off Blaze even more difficult. I don’t even think I care anymore that fucking him could put my whole future injeopardy. Even though I told him we couldn’t, I don’t think I’d have the strength to tell him no if he made a move. He’s probably balls deep inside some supermodel as we speak anyway, so I shouldn’t even be thinking about him.
I’m startled from my sad revelation when a shadow in the corner of the kitchen catches my eye. My survival instincts kick in as I chuck my bag toward what I can only assume is a masked murderer, sending the contents sailing in all directions. As my eyes adjust to the darkness of the room, I realize the familiar face staring blankly at me.
“Jesus Christ, Blaze! You scared the shit out of me! You’re lucky I didn’t have a shank in my pocket!” I take off my jacket, setting it on the back of one of the kitchen chairs. He continues staring as I reach for my phone that’s lying face down on the hardwood. “If I turn this over and the screen is cracked, you’re paying for an upgrade. And I’m going all out. You’ll spare no expense.” I look up again and see that his stare has turned into something darker. He still doesn’t speak as he drains what’s left of the dark amber liquid in his glass. Finally cutting into the silence, his eyes bore into mine.
“Another date? Let me guess. He couldn’t get the job done.”
I am pretty sure he’s at least a little less than sober because I’m not understanding where this conversation is headed. “The job?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah. I’ve been watching you go out with these losers every night, but you always come home with that same look on your face.” He stands and stalks toward me, lowering his voice. Chills run through me as I feel moisture start to gather between my legs at the sound. “Do you want to know why? Because you’re unsatisfied. It’s going to take more than somelittle boyto scratch that itch you have. You need a real man. Someone who will worship every inch of your body like the queen you are.”
At first, I’m stunned silent. I try to breathe, but the air between us is thick. He’s so close, he could lean onto the balls of his feet and kiss me. For a moment, I think he might. But if he wanted to, he could’ve done it while I was beneath him in my bed. From the way he’s put himself back into friend territory, it’s clear that he’s moved on from whatever it was he was feeling that night.
I need to get out of here, and fast before I do something stupid like give in to my urge to taste his lips. When I finally break free from the invisible hold he has on me, I turn to walk toward the stairs. I get two steps before I feel his hand dig into my scalp, tightening around my curls. I gasp as his free hand grips my waist and he walks us forward, my back to his front, until I’m trapped between him and the wall.
My breathing is shallow and ragged as he leans his mouth to my ear. The scent of his cologne with a hint of whiskey overtakes me as his low growl tells me that he’s finally snapped.
Thank. Fuck.
“I’m done watching you come home like this, baby. I know you ache, right here.” He lowers the hand on my waist down to the apex of my legs, brushing my clit over the thin lace of my panties. I jump as the light contact sends a jolt through me. “I bet you’re dripping. I can smell it from here. And I’d bet every dime I have that nobody’s even come close to getting you as hot as I did.”
I remember that night, vividly. And he’s right. I’ve been on a handful of dates. I haven’t been able to get past the kissing stage with any of them. I’ve been chasing that feeling Blaze had given me without even touching me, but it’s been impossible to replicate.
“Please, Blaze. I need you.” I let out a strangled breath in relief as I feel myself submitting to him.
That’s all he needs before he spins me to face him and grabs under my ass, lifting me. He crashes his lips to mine in a bruising kiss that steals what little breath I have left in my lungs. Electricity flows through my body, crackling from the tips of my fingers and toes before gathering in my core. He tastes amazing. I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist as he brings me to the closest bed and lowers us down, his tongue still invading my mouth. I’m pretty sure we’re in one of the guest rooms, but I could be wrong. My brain has checked out until further notice.
Pulling his mouth from mine, he stands over me. The moonlight filtering through the window gives me just enough visibility to see that he’s shirtless, his chiseled abs on display. Gray sweatpants hang low on his hips, the evidence of his arousal tenting the material. He’s fucking breathtaking. And he’s about to be mine…even if it’s just for tonight.
Blaze wastes no time lifting my dress over my head, leaving me in my black lace bra and panties. He stares down, seeing the darkened spot between my legs before letting out a feral groan and ripping them down my legs. “You’re fucking soaked, baby. And I’m starving.”
I’m panting as he grabs me around my waist and drags me up the bed. Laying my head on the pillow, he kneels between my legs, leaning in for another kiss that quickly turns frantic. His hand finds my nipple through my bra as the other reaches behind my body to free me of the tight lace. Backing away slightly, he takes me in. “You are fucking stunning, Mads. Do you even realize that?” he says as he lowers his mouth to my other breast, nipping at the tight bud before soothing it with his tongue. I moan loudly, still unable and unwilling to even try to form an intelligent sentence.
All I can manage is a breathy “Blaze. Fuck.”
He chuckles as he continues his descent down my body, dipping his tongue into my belly button before making a wet trailpast where I need him most. He drops firm open-mouthed kisses to my inner thighs, making the throb in my pussy even more excruciating as I feel a drop of my arousal slide down my lips and through the crack of my ass.
Just as I’m ready to start begging again, Blaze stops his torture and flattens his tongue over my slit. He drags it upward, quickly flicking it over my clit before he stops to look at me. “Listen carefully, Mads. I’m going to eat this beautiful cunt of yours until you come on my face. And I’m not going to stop. You can scream, beg, and cry. I won’t be removing my tongue from between these legs until I decide you’re done. And when I do, I’ll replace it with my cock and fuck you full of my cum. Are you sure you want to do this?” I try to clamp my legs shut for some friction, but he wrenches them back apart, waiting for my answer. “Use your words baby.”
I did not have‘Blaze Beckham Being Dominant in Bed’ on my Bingo card for this year.
Breathing as though I just ran a marathon, I reply. “Y-yes.”
“Such a good girl for me,” he praises. “What’s your safe word?”
It takes me a minute to register because I’ve never had a guy ask for a safe word then give me vanilla sex. But I suppose I already know he plans to be a little rough with me. Does he know the depraved way I want to be treated? He couldn’t possibly.
