Blended (Redemption #1) (43 page)

He presses his body into mine, and it’s now that I am able to feel his hard cock pressing into my lower stomach. I’ve seen his cock a handful of times before, and it’s striking. He may have the best-looking cock that I’ve ever seen, and that’s saying a lot.

My fingers find the band of his boxer briefs as he trails kisses all over my abdomen, making my skin come alive with a blizzard of sensations under his touch. He leans back and gazes at me with those seaside eyes that have once more turned into a snowstorm, matching the one taking over Chicago at the moment.

He glances over my bare skin, sending goose bumps running down my spine, which is currently laced with static. He makes me feel dangerous and gorgeous all with one look.

“Lift your hips for me.”

I do as I’m told and lift my hips up so he’s able to tug and pull my nude panties down to my thighs. Once he has them off of me, he reaches up and puts them on his pillow before ducking his head between my legs and sliding his tongue up and over my slit.

“Oh,” I cry out without shame.

His tongue runs over my wet opening as he spreads my legs wider apart. I adjust myself to watch him go down on me, leaning up on my elbows but throwing my head back in ardor as he flicks his tongue back and forth over my clitoris. My hips buck up, searching for his mouth as he continues to torture me. My orgasm comes from nowhere, surprising me when it takes over and sends me soaring. His hands push down on my hips so he is able to keep his mouth locked on my pussy as I wriggle with the static currently vibing through me.

Nervous energy circulates throughout my body as he kisses up my center until his lips land on mine. My breath is coming fast as I kiss him, tasting myself on his glistening lips. No man has ever made me orgasm that quickly before and my body shivers underneath his.

“I could eat you for the remainder of my life to watch you come like that each time.”

I purposely bite down on his lip as I reach for his boxer briefs again and yank them lower, over his ass and farther down. He gets up to take them off and as he stands at the side of the bed, I sit up and criss-cross my legs, showcasing myself to him as I take in the sight of him naked in front of me. He’s magnificent, so much so that I want to wrap my mouth around his head before letting him slide in and out of my throat.

“Hadley.” His voice is throaty and mixed with desire.

“I’m ready, Whiskey. Swear to me that you won’t end up back in the hospital because of what you’re about to make me feel.”

“No, baby,” he says as he closes the distance between himself and the bed. “I got the all clear from Dr. Heath before I left.”

I sigh and get up on my knees, throwing my arms around his neck and smashing my mouth to his. “I love you and I want you; I want this from you.”

“Mmm,” he hums against my open mouth. “I have one issue.”

“What is it?”

“I’ve told you before that I don’t fuck women in my city due to the extremes that I’ve gone to before, and to stop myself from falling prey to the habit, I refuse to carry a condom around with me.”

I stare at him, kind of shocked at what he just admitted to me. He actually did struggle, possibly more than I’m aware of.

“If you don’t fucking have one, then I’m going to go mad, and I will walk into the blizzard naked until I find one because we’re not leaving here until I make love to and then fuck what belongs to me.”

God, I love that he said that he’s going to fuck me as well. I kiss him once before getting off of the bed and going to the chair that my purse is set on. When I bend over and reach into my Burberry, my heart sinks until his arms come around me.

“What is it?”

I scrounge around in my purse and huff out, “I must have left them in my old purse when I transferred everything over.”

“Are you fucking with me?”

I shake my head and turn around in his arms, my eyes watering up at the thought of not going all the way with him tonight. We both need this to seal our relationship and to heal our unclosed wounds.

He takes in a deep breath through his nose before placing his lips on mine and speaking. “Do you trust me?”

“Implicitly.”

“I’m clean,” he tells me.

“I am too. I got tested after . . .” I don’t finish my sentence because I don’t want to bring up the other night at the bar.

“Are you on the pill?”

“I had an implant inserted two years ago.”

His lips find mine again, and he smiles before lifting me up and carrying me back to the bed. He sets me down, and I push all of the comforters and blankets off of the bed. The only thing that I want to feel is him.

“I’ve never gone bare before.”

“I wish that I could say the same thing.”

“Don’t think about it, Rye.”

I lie back on the bed as he moves his body over mine, the tip of his cock pressing against my thigh.

“Slow at first, and then I’m going to give it to you.”

I nod, wanting the same thing as him, if not more.

He reaches between us and takes his cock into his hand. I watch him pump himself twice before he positions his head at my entrance, but instead of pushing in, he circles my clitoris with his erection, and I moan loudly, wanting more, so much more.

He leans down and takes my lips as he lines himself up. He doesn’t rush this moment or slam it in as most men would, but he slowly sinks his length into me, and he doesn’t stop until he’s fully seated inside of me.

“Wade—”

He hisses through his teeth as he buries his face in the crook of my neck. I can’t help but love his reaction to me and my need is to fill every single want that he has.

“You belong to me now, Hads. Just me. Always me.”

I sink my teeth into his muscular shoulder as he starts to move in and out of me at a slow pace, both of us losing ourselves in the penetrating hunger and adoration.

The tightness in my chest has nothing to do with the physical exertion and everything to do with having fallen completely in love with this man.

“Yours,” I moan out as he slowly but continually hits my sweet spot. His skin against mine creates a kind of friction that I’ve not yet felt before, and I want more of it.

More of him.

More of us.

There is no barrier between us as I slide myself in and out of her at an even, ball-twisting pace. I’m struggling with the urge to pull her to the edge of the bed, where I can leverage my feet and fuck her until she’s speechless.

“Wade . . .” she cries as her breath catches in her throat. “I . . . as much as I love this . . . I want . . . I need you to fuck me.”

This woman is going to destroy me.

“Thank fuck,” I say as I pull out of her and tug her body to the side of the bed where she leans up on her elbows to watch me re-enter her perfectly creamed-up sex.

I slide in gently and pull out once before I start to increase the force of my thrusts.

“Holy shit,” she yells out as I rock into her repeatedly. I wrap my hand around a handful of her hair and hold her in place as I drill my cock into her slick tightness. She squeezes my cock, and I groan in pleasure. I pause long enough to flip her over, which gets her to slide her legs off of the bed and hold onto the edge of it. She stands before me with her ass pressing against my cock, begging me for more. I grab hold of her hair again and tilt her head to the side until I’m able to see the expression on her face as I sink into her once again.

“Wade,” she whimpers softly as her voice trembles.

Her pussy clenches around me again, and I can tell that she’s a breath away so I move my hand from her hip and circle my thumb around her sweet spot, applying pressure to where she needs it the most as I watch her ass bounce with each thrust into her. The room is filled with our heavy breathing and the slapping of skin.

“Yes—”

“I’ve got you,” I say as I lean forward and whisper in her ear. Her entire body stiffens underneath mine as she succumbs to her orgasm as a quick breath leaves her lips. I watch her slight frame shake with wave after wave; her mouth is open in a wordless cry as I continue to slam into her until I find my release.

A guttural growl leaves me as my balls tighten, and black spots begin to fill my vision, and I spill into her bare pussy, filling her up, finally doing what I’ve needed to do for months. She takes me, drinks me in as she whimpers.

I still behind her as I lock her almost-limp body in my arms, ensuring that she doesn’t fall to the ground as our bodies attempt to come down from their highs.

“Wade,” she says under her breath after a few moments when neither of us dares to move, fearing that this might be a wet dream.

“Hads.”

I slowly pull my still-hard length out of her, and she pushes herself up before turning to face me. I pull her closer by placing my hand on the small of her back. The smile that she gives me breaks into my soul as she wraps both of her arms around my neck.

“That was worth every single torturous second that I needed you.”

I grin and nuzzle into her hair. “I agree. Will you allow me to clean you up?”

Her eyes meet mine as she purses her lips before nodding in agreement. We walk to the bathroom, hand in hand, before I lift her up onto the ledge of the raised bathtub.

“Whiskey, you need to stop lifting me up. If you hurt yourself again, the chances of your healing and being able to do that to me again are exceedingly slim.”

I pause at her words before taking her lips. “I’ll stop . . . for now.”

I start the warm water and grab a washcloth from the top of the pile placed at the side of the bath. I wet it and then kneel down between her legs and slowly, starting at her ankle, I run the warm cloth up her skin. Our combined orgasms have left a trail that reaches just above her knee, and I grin to myself.

“You’re even more attractive when you’re dirty.”

Her giggle causes me to look up at her, and she sends a hundred and one feelings through my system at once. She’s my ultimate fantasy, and I’m kneeling between her pale white and bruised legs. I glance up at her swollen pink pussy between her thighs once I’ve cleaned her off and lay a kiss on her there before standing up and offering her my hand. “Come.”

I lead her back to bed and pull her against me. I’m unbelievably worn out after the first round. I’m unsure if it was her or if my surgery has affected my ability to keep going, but I know that after an hour’s worth of sleep, she better be ready to go again.