Page 83 of Pucking One Night Stand
And it escalates so fast that I forget we’re still outside. I forget my dad’s probably pacing. I forget Jaxon Reid exists. I forget the bet, the fight, everything.
His hand slips to the back of my neck. Mine goes to his shirt. We’re leaning into each other like gravity gave up trying to keep us apart.
His lips part mine, and it’s not gentle anymore, it’s heat and want and weeks of something we didn’t say, crashing all at once. The kiss deepens, growing hotter by the second.
I pull his hair at the back, dragging him closer, feeling the intensity build. Blake's grip tightens around my waist, pulling me up as he stands. Our embrace tightens until there's no space left between us.
As I tilt my head back, he grazes his teeth down my neck, then licks against my skin, sending absolute quivers to my core.
Now feeling flushed, the heat between my legs feels damp and slowly resonates with a dull pulse, turning me on more and more.
My hands fumble with his tie, somehow managing to unknot it as our tongues clash, each movement more desperate than the last.
His fingers find the zipper at the back of my dress, slowly pulling it down as I work on his shirt buttons, one by one, revealing more of him.
The kiss turns mad, and our teeth and tongues go wild as he shrugs off his jacket and pulls my dress down over my shoulders. I shimmy out of it, the fabric hitting the grass as he somehow gets out of his shirt.
His lips find the nape of my neck, and he undoes my bra with a flick of his fingers.
“Oh, Blake,” I breathe as my hands tremble, grasping the cold metal buckle of his belt, desperately trying to get it undone.
He kicks off his shoes, his breath hot against my skin. In one fell swoop, I fling my bra off, launching it somewhere, anywhere, as he leans down to kiss circles around my chest, his touch sending waves of heat through me.
“Jesus Christ, Cassy, you have no idea how much I want you.”
“Oh, I think I do,” I smirk as I undo the button on his pants, then the zipper.
He kicks them off, kisses my nipple, and turns me so my back is against the table. I lie back, the starry night filling my vision, and accidentally knock a plate off, which goes crashing to the ground.
The sound of shattering porcelain cracks the air, but neither of us cares. His hands and lips are on me, and the world around us just disappears into a blur.
“Uhh, uhh,” my breath quickens as I feel the cool breeze blow across my naked breasts. Blake's lips hover down my tummy, making me squirm on the table.
His mouth moves lower and lower, and I scrunch my fingers through his hair, feeling the soft strands between my fingers.
He takes the top of my panties between his teeth and pulls them down slowly, teasingly. The sensation shoots shivering pins right through me as he slides them over my thighs and the rest of the way down with his fingers and off over my heels, which I quickly kick off.
“Damn, what are you doing to me?” I moan, the words escaping in a breathless whisper. A dizzy feeling runs through me as he kisses just above my mound, his breath hot against my skin.
“Blake, Blake,” I breathe, my voice barely audible. He moves lower, his tongue brushing against my thigh, sending waves of pleasure through me. I slowly and sensually open my legs, rummaging my fingers through his golden locks. That's when I feel his hot breath, as I part them further, and he opens my lips, kissing them.
“Fuck, yes, YES...” I grip his hair tighter, feeling his tongue glide over my clit. The sensation is something way beyond simple sexual pleasure, a rush that consumes my entire being.
“Oh, shit...” The feeling intensifies as I squeeze my eyes shut and push his head further into me, losing myself in the moment. As his tongue flicks my button and the inevitability of my climax starts to build, I moan.
One of his fingers skims over my opening, and then he slides it in, making me shake with anticipation. I'm getting closer and closer as he works it in and out while sucking my clit.
“Yes, YE-E-ESSS...” My orgasm hits me like a dizzying suspension full of icicles, the pleasure so intense it's almost unbearable. He carries on, and another wave lifts me, leaving me frantically shaking in ecstasy.
Catching my breath and slowly floating back to reality, I sit up, grip his shoulders, and lean over him, breathing hot air down his back.
I shove him backward, and as he gets to his feet, I drop to my knees, my face in line with his erection beneath his boxers. My fingers brush over it, then I grip the fabric.
Looking up at him with teasing eyes, I say, “Mitchell, I'm going suck your cock now and I want you to fill my mouth with your cum.”
Pulling down his boxers, I just stare as his cock springs out in front of my face. I blow on it while wrapping my fingers around the shaft, examining it.
It's thick and hard, the skin smooth and taut, with veins pulsing along the length. I cup his ballbag, giving the head an occasional kiss.
