Page 63 of Chasing Blue
When he pushes his fingers inside me, I feel no shame as my knees fall to the bed and my hips rise up to grind against his hand.
Warmth spreads through my belly, and I know if I allow it, I can already come. It’s not just because it’s been a long time since I’ve been with a man, it’s not just because it’s Jack, and I’m basically living out a fantasy I’ve played out in my head for so many years. It’s because what he’s doing to me feels so fucking good, it’s because it feels natural, that I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.
“Good girl,” he whispers. “Good fucking girl.”
I’m not sure in that moment if I want to keep fighting the orgasm that’s chasing me or surrender to it. I don’t want this to be over, I want to draw out the ache, the need, the ripples of absolute pleasure rolling through me for as long as I possibly can.
My eyes have closed against the onslaught of sensation at some stage, but I open them at his words. Words that are doing nothing to hold back the tide of ecstasy I might just drown in. Can you die from an orgasm?
My blues lock with his greens as he bites down on his bottom lip and nods.
“Want more?” he asks. I open my mouth to reply, but he adds another finger, maybe two, before I can respond, and all that escapes is a long, slow breath.
“The French,” I whisper. I know in my head what I want to say, but right at this moment, I’m unable to coherently verbalise. That’s how rattled he has me.
“The French?” he questions with a head tilt.
“Death. Little death or something, I don’t know. I can’t think straight.”
His smile is soft, like a caress and I swear I feel it on every inch of my skin.
“You’re beautiful, Blue, so fucking gorgeous. Pass me a condom, baby, we’re gonna fuck now. You wanna come on my hand or my cock?”
Jesus. Ido notremember him being this assertive and direct.
Silently, I pass him the still-wrapped condom. My mouth falls open as he sucks the four fingers that were just inside me into his mouth.
“Open and slide it on for me. I wanna watch you do that.”
He pulls me up so I’m sitting on the edge of the bed. Jack’s on his knees between my spread legs, pulling off his boxers without standing up. His cock springs free and I stare.
“You lick your lips like that again, I’ll come before I’m even inside you.”
“I didn’t . . .” I start to protest but stop when I realise I probably did.
“I’d love your lips all over me, but I won’t last two minutes if you do that, so we’ll save it for later.”
Oblivious to the fact I’m a second away from combusting, he winks. Fucking winks at me.
“Condom, Blue.”
I tear the thin foil wrapper with my teeth, lean forward, and then realise I have no fucking idea how to put a condom on a dick.
“I . . .” I start to speak, then blow out a breath before admitting, “I’ve never done that, I don’t know how.”
“You’re shitting me?” Jack whispers. I shake my head as embarrassment climbs its way up from my toes.
“I fucking love that. Don’t be embarrassed, I’ll show you.”
My eyes dart from his, back down to where he’s now stroking his cock, which, much like the rest of him, is perfect.
Not a monster, but thick and plenty long enough – not that I’m an expert, but whatever.
I watch as he strokes himself a couple more times.
“Hold the tip over my dick with one hand, slide it down with the other,” he instructs.
He holds himself at the base as I follow his instructions. His hand covers mine when I reach it, and we both grip him as we stroke up and down, watching our movements as we do.
