Forever in Blue Jeans (13 page)

She used her body to work his. She took from him without asking. With every suck, every little bite, every hum and moan, she demanded his response.

He gave it.

She worked him over until he had no recourse but to give her whatever she wanted. And it appeared she wanted his sperm down her throat. He was only too happy to oblige.

His balls tight against his body, his cock hard as steel, his hips thrusting forward, she opened her throat to him, though her lips remained tight.

When she tugged on one of his hands, he looked down at her to find her looking up. The sight of her mouth wrapped around his dick was all it took. Her eyes were bright, almost golden in the muted gray of the room, and she was begging with them. Around her lips, he could see just the hint of a daring smile. Such a contradiction, this woman on her knees.

He bent his legs and punched his hips forward, fucking into the wet cavern holding him. His balls hit her chin, and the light in her eyes only grew brighter, hungrier. Her grunts matched his, and when he finally came, when his balls finally shot come up through his cock and into her mouth, she closed her eyes, and her face softened.

His eyes closed too. He wanted to keep looking at her, but his head dropped back against the door, and he simply concentrated on the pleasure of orgasm.

He felt her swallow around him, felt her drinking from him, and he couldn't help but smile.

He couldn't remember the last time a woman had swallowed. Hell, for that matter, he couldn't remember the last time a woman had sucked him until he came like a geyser.

Or maybe it was just that he couldn't remember another woman beyond this one. A breath shuttered out of him, and he opened his eyes, trying to focus. Her tongue brought him back to his surroundings and some semblance of sanity as she licked him clean.

His legs finally gave way, and when she let his cock fall from her mouth with a soft plop, he slid down the door. The floor was cold on his ass, but he didn't care. She'd crawled forward the last few inches and straddled his thighs. Her weight settled against him, and he never expected to welcome it, to feel so safe.

Safe? Where in the hell had that come from? If anything, he should feel the exact opposite of safe when it came to her, but then she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. He forgot everything, save for the taste of his come on her tongue. He should have been freaked out by it, should have hated it, but didn't. It made him hunger for more, for the taste of
her
arousal on his tongue so he could return the favor of sharing. His lust spiked at the thought.

He fisted his hands in her hair, and she pressed closer. Teeth, tongues, lips all meshed and merged in their kiss. His tongue couldn't get any farther in her mouth, but he damn sure tried. He couldn't get enough of her, and he wanted as much as he could get. He wanted everything.

His cock was growing again under the heat and wetness of her pussy. He wanted to look at her, lay her back, and spread her legs. He tore his mouth from her before he could think twice about it and did exactly as he'd imagined.

"Wha--" she started to say, but he hushed her with a finger to her lips.

"Let me," he whispered, stealing another kiss. He didn't tell her what he wanted her to let him do, only to let him and when he looked down into her eyes, her answer was there.

She trusted him. For whatever reason, she trusted him.

"Spread your arms out to your sides. Yeah, like that."

Her full breasts, nipples pointed and tight, were heavy and not quite perky and aimed at the ceiling, but he didn't care. Not on her. His previous lovers, he wanted them to look a certain way, for their bodies to be thinner, more properly proportioned. He liked firm tits, real or fake, he hadn't cared. Blue didn't fit that mold, and he was beginning to realize how much the mold she did fit, fit him too.

Cort put his hands on her knees. "Bend your legs and spread them."

She did it, and he knelt between them. His gaze traveled down from her chest to her belly and hips. The definition in them was amazing. "You must wear corsets or waist cinchers."

"Not in a long while, but at one time. Remind me to show you the pictures."

Oh dear God, she had lingerie pictures? He wasn't sure he was going to survive his encounters with her. She kept amazing him and tempting him and testing him at every turn. He placed his hands on her, starting at the sides of her breasts and drew his palms down, following the indention of her waist out to the flare of her hips. She was so beautiful it made him ache. "I will."

Continuing his tour of her body, he let his fingers drift over her thighs, down the insides, and up to her bent knees. His eyes were fixed on her sex. Smooth. Wet. Full, dark pink labia and pale pink outer lips that had him unconsciously licking his own lips in anticipation. Her clit was erect and peaking from under its hood, and his fingers itched to touch, to feel, to make her come apart there on her living room floor.

Instead, he just stared at her, leisurely following the lines of her body, , lingering at different places, memorizing every naked inch of skin, every hill and valley, every dip and curve. Stick thin had nothing on Blue.

"You look like a little boy on Christmas morning."

"Scratch the little boy part, and you'd be right. I think I've been missing out." He drifted his fingers along the insoles of her feet drawing a laugh from her. It made him grin and do it again.

She giggled and pulled her legs back, trying to get them away from him, but he was quick. Cort grabbed for her. "I'm sorry. No more, I promise."

She eyed him with suspicion, and he did his best to give his most innocent look. He let go of her foot when she set it back on the floor but slid his hand up under her knee. He liked the feel of her soft, supple skin.

"You really are beautiful, Blue."

She simply smiled and crooked a finger. He leaned over her, but she kept motioning him further up her body until he was completely over her, braced on his hands and knees. She leaned up and kissed his lips. "Thank you, but can we move? The floor is hard as hell on my back, and I've got a wonderful bed we can continue this in."

*

Blue made a dive for her bed and bounced when she hit the mattress. Cort followed behind, stopping just inside the bedroom door. He was smiling at her, and she melted beneath the heat of his gaze. There was both playfulness and serious regard in him, a combination that was different for her, but one she was coming to like. A lot.

"What are you thinking?" she asked, rolling to her side and propping herself up on her arm.

He moved toward the bed. "That I owe you."

"For?"

"For the blowjob at the door." He crawled on the bed until he was once again braced over her as he had been out in the living room.

His hair was dishelved, there was a bit of scruff on his chin, his eyes had darkened, and his pulse throbbed in his neck. His walls were down or at least down enough that she could see him, the emotional and sexual man he was behind it all. She was looking at her lover from long ago, and she had to figure out a way to keep him because she had a strange feeling he was her forever one. "You owe me nothing. I did it because I wanted to and, well, because you let me."

He kissed the tip of her nose. "You had me pinned against the door. I couldn't get away."

Blue laughed. "Oh yes, I had you pinned."

"You did." He leaned down and drug his lips from the corner of hers over to her ear where he nipped at the lobe before whispering, "You had me pinned with your hands, with what you were doing to my cock with your mouth. You," he emphasized, "had me pinned."

Blue squirmed, her legs restless, her hands fisting in the bed sheets, then reaching for him, only to fall back to her sides. He wasn't her usual lover. He wasn't near as playful and light. He was full of intensity, hunger, and need that went deeper than the pleasure of release. "Well, if you're gonna owe me, then can you please owe me right now?"

One dark brow lifted. "Eager?"

She nodded. "And horny."

He laughed and nipped at her nose again, her lips, her chin. "Subtle."

She tried to steal a longer kiss, tried to follow the movement of his head with hers to capture his lips, but he evaded her at every turn. She groaned. "I'm not interested in subtle."

Cort lowered his body atop hers, and she gasped at the heat and perfection of his weight on her. He was handsome to look at from a distance and even up close. She'd even venture to say he was gorgeous, but on top of her, like he was now, damn but he was...hers.

"What are you interested in?" He sat back on his haunches a bit and took her wrists gently in his hands and brought them together over her head. His hold wasn't gentle now. It was strong, unbreakable.

"Loaded question." Blue flexed her fingers but didn't try to pull her arms away. She liked being held down, taken hard and rough. She wasn't shy about her pleasure and how much she wanted it.

The only thing was, payback was a bitch.

His eyes darkened further, if that were possible. She hadn't thought it was. His pulse kicked up speed, and she felt the hardness of his cock against her thigh. If she spread her legs, he could settle between them again. He could slide inside her.

"I can take the answer."

"You." She lifted her head as far as she could, and he met her lips, allowed her to kiss her way down to the beating pulse that tempted her. "I'm interested in you."

"Me how?"

"Mmm," she purred and opened her legs under him, slid them up the outside of his thighs, and tugged him down. "In me."

He grunted. "Oh? Is that all you're interested in?" he asked, teasing her with little thrusts, nudging the head of his cock against her clit.

"Only for starters," she managed as he put his lips to the hollow of her throat and began kissing his way down. She tightened her legs in an effort to keep him from leaving her, but in the end it was futile.

"Don't move your arms. Hold your right wrist in your left hand, and don't let go. Keep them over your head."

Cautiously he let go of her, and when she didn't move other than to clasp her wrist as he'd said, he wrapped his palms around her knees and pushed them toward her chest, opening her to a frightening level of vulnerability. Blue was never vulnerable, not sexually, not emotionally, but he had her in that place, and there was nothing she could do about it other than fight it or accept it.

“Trying out a little power play?”

“Well, we did discuss it.”

“We did.” She just hadn't expected it like this. Nothing about today was as she'd expected it.

If she fought against what he wanted, she'd have to disobey his order to not move her arms, and she risked losing him. If she simply accepted it, she'd have to come to grips pretty quickly that she'd be the lost one. The act of opening her so wide to his view physically... There was no way she could hide any other part of herself either. This act took trust, hers and his. How much did she want him? How much did his pleasure in her body, his enjoyment of her company mean to her?

"God, what a pretty pussy."

She melted. She fucking melted into her bed. She hadn't heard him say "pussy" in so long, not since that night. It wasn't so much said as it was growled, though, followed by a nip of her inner thigh. He stared at her, unblinking and intense, the currents between them growing heavy with tensions that had nothing to do with sex. Maybe had everything to do with sex--she wasn't sure-- but fear started to curl and mix with the arousal deep in her belly.

"I remember what it felt like to slide into you for the first time. It was five years ago, but I remember it like it was yesterday."

He spoke softly, insistently. She wanted to fight him now. She wanted to push against his hands, shove him away. She didn't want a trip down memory lane if he intended to hurt her as she'd hurt him. Some part of her might think she deserved his scorn and ridicule and coldness but not like this. She was too vulnerable like this.

And yet, the longer he looked at her, the wetter and more aroused she became. She could feel her clit throb, and without conscious thought, her opening clenched tight, then opened to him, an invitation from her body to his.

"Cort..."

"You were so tight, so wet. Even through the condom I could feel your heat as though we were skin to skin." He licked his lips and pushed her legs higher, wider, uncaring of her comfort.

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, willing herself to relax. She opened wider, and she felt her lips part slowly through the slick stickiness of her juices. Humiliation was a brief thought, but the look of lust, of hunger on his face stopped that feeling in its tracks and a strange sensual one took over.

He might be angry with her, bitter, but he sure as hell wanted her, and she intended to make it through this to the other side. She intended to make him fall in love with her. If she had to use sex to do it, well, that wasn't beneath her. Not where he was concerned.

"There are times I'll wake up at night and swear I can smell you. Vanilla. Musk. Spice like cinnamon and citrus. Warm." He let go of one of her legs and trailed a finger through her wetness, top to bottom, clit to asshole. "I can remember what you taste like too. It's like you were burned into my taste buds." He lifted his finger to his lips and sucked, his eyes still staring between her thighs. "Yes, just like that, thick and silky on my tongue."

"Cort." She needed him to look up at her, but he just shook his head. She wasn't scared of him, but she still had the feeling he was scared of her. He might've denied it earlier, but he couldn't deny it now. If he'd just look at her, look into her eyes, she was sure she could reassure him.