Page 10 of Into the Blue
This time, I do whine. “No—”
Did I just come close to begging this man?
Unfortunately, yes.
What is happening to me?
My eyes travel up to his and they shine in the darkness. He’s smiling again. That same sinister look, but this time—I know there is something devilish behind it.No sane person would think to put their knife inside of someone they just met.It’s likely not an uncommon occurrence for him. I’m lucky that it wasn’t the pointy side first.
His tongue peeks out from his lips to take a long lick of the mess I’ve made on the handle. It’s sexual and absurdly intimate as his eyes never leave mine.
“Never waste a drop,” he says before his tongue laves over the glove he was wearing to protect his hand, too.
I’ve never been jealous of anything more. I want to be that glove with his tongue laving over me.
Blue removes the glove and tosses it to the bed. His knife is back in the holster and I catch sight of the tattoos on his fingers. Snakes writhe over the lot of them, winding up his arm to under his sleeve.
I was so close to coming but never got there. With how easily he worked me, I know it was on purpose.
He knew and he left me hanging there.
“There’s more where that came from,” I say, lifting my leg so I’m spread for him again. His eyes drop to the wetness still dripping from me. Moments from reaching the blankets beneath me.
With an enthusiastic nod, he says, “You’re gonna soak my face, bae. And you’re gonna do it right now.” Lying on his back, he beckons me over to him.
I’m stuck staring at the large man who, even on his back, fills the room with his big presence.
“I don’t like repeatin’ myself,” he remarks when I’m still there looking at the man making me feel too many things I shouldn’t be. “Crawl to me.”
Oh.
Only a fool would deny Blue Dupont.
I crawl on the bed to him, stopping by his shoulder. “Leg over,” he directs, patting the thigh closest to him just once. I raise it and he slides under me.
When I said no kissing. I’m glad it did not include these lips.
Again, I feel the exchange of control I’m giving him, even from a position over his face.
He demands and I’ve succumbed.
I don’t feel a single loss when his tongue runs the length of my center from my still sensitive clit, to my opening, back even farther to my ass.
There is a rumble deep from his chest that resonates through me as I find a rhythm over his mouth. Fingers digging into my cheeks as he rocks me over his face, not shy about the slickness of me coating him and easing my ride. Other noises of appreciation pour from him like a direct line to my libido. The blue lights blur into a much brighter hue as his noises match the intensity of the climax I’m fast approaching.
My eyes squeeze shut when two of his fingers enter me and finally, finally I’m clenching on something that can get me where I want to go.
Blue is taking me somewhere I had not planned on goingat all.
Lie on my back and say all the right things to lure him in?
Yes.
Sit on his face as he makes me reconsider if this is my new religion?
No.No no no no no.
Then, his teeth graze my clit and it’s just the right amount of a shift in sensation to send me careening over the edge.
