Page 35 of Blueberry Cake
“I’d love that very much.”
“It would be so messy.”
He chuckled lightly, tightening his arm and pulling her closer. “I chose black jeans for a reason.”
“So I could make you drown in your own cum.” She laughed at herself. “Oh, I’m not good at dirty talk at all.”
Boyd turned his head and ran his nose through her hair. He’d asked for her to wear it down, allowing him to twirl the strands around his fingers. “Yes, my queen—you can make me fill my briefs with my cum. Or you can tease me all night long until I can fill your desperate pussy.”
She reached for her phone and opened the app, Boyd’s chest vibrating in a low groan of anticipation. When she turned it on his thighs flexed beneath his jeans and his hand to his rapidly growing erection. After slightly adjusting himself, he let out an approving whine. Eyes glued to thegrowing bulge, she let her thumb swipe over the screen.
Boyd nuzzled into Queenie’s neck, taking a tight hold on her waist. “That feels good,” he whispered, voice thick with desire.
“Do you want more?” she asked, unsure of whether it was nerves or arousal that had her voice quivering.
“Yes, please, my queen.”
“Oh god,” she husked, drawing that mind-blurring chuckle out of him.
“Did you like that? Me begging you for more?”
“Yes,” she panted.
“I liked it too, but don’t get too used to it. I’ll be tossing you on the bed and making you mine before you even know it.”
Oh fuck.With shaky hands, she upped the intensity.
Boyd groaned into her hair and grabbed her jaw, wrenching her head until she focused on the movie. “We don’t want to be kicked out and have the fun end too soon, do we?”
She shook her head, fighting to keep her attention on the big screen while toying with the vibrations. Trying as he might to control his breathing, Boyd’s chest heaved unevenly. His grip on her waist tightened with his lips pressed against the cleft of her ear.
“Anymore and I’ll come,” he warned. But she only took it as a challenge, cranking the toy up. Boyd let out a pained groan, arresting Queenie’s attention. When she looked, he was trying to hold his thighs still with his hands. “Fuck,” he cursed between pants. “Break… please.”
She turned the vibrations down. Boyd’s head rolled back, and she returned to the movie. With her phone set aside, she palmed her man’s crotch, disappointed to feelhardly any dampness.
“You’re going to make me soak myself, aren’t you?” Boyd heaved.
Unable to meet his gaze, she could only nod.
“Fuck.” But he didn’t seem to be opposed at all.
She let him rest as he’d asked, but not for long. The moment she picked up her phone again, Boyd fought to control himself. She started slow, curled into his side. He hummed and with a twirl of her thumb over the screen he had even more trouble keeping still. When he couldn’t keep quiet anymore, he buried his face in her neck.
“Queenie…” he whisper-groaned, grabbing her waist tightly again.
“Do you want to come?”
“Please,” he begged, sending a shiver down her spine. Increasing the vibration, Boyd stiffened next to her, grunting through his orgasm before he whimpered for her to ease off. “Oh, fuck.”
Queenie tipped her head back, peppering kisses along his jaw. “You look so handsome when you come for me.”
He gave off a weak chuckle and pressed his lips to her ear. “Handsome, huh?”
“Very much so.” The next time she touched his—now damp—jeans, electricity shot through her veins.
Spreading his legs, Boyd patted the blanket between his thighs. “Come here.”
As she sat down between his legs, he lifted the back of her dress just slightly. She didn’t understand why until he pulled her close and his soaked jeans pressed against her bare skin. He made sure she was covered with another blanket, sucking passionate kisses over her neck.
