“Tatum,” he groaned, his hands tightening in my hair as I slid him all the way in - which was pretty damn impressive thank you very much.
My knees rubbed against the icy path and a stone dug into my knee as I continued to torture him, sliding him in and out of my mouth then gently raking my teeth against his shaft.
“Fuck – enough,” he demanded, yanking me upright and dragging me against him. I tucked him back into his boxers and his eyes became hooded as he gazed at me.
“Don’t underestimate me, Blake Bowman,” I breathed against his mouth and he nodded slowly before tugging me through the door.
“Never again,” he promised, kicking it shut behind us and dragging me upstairs.
We soon reached the top floor and he led me down the corridor, the sound of music and video games carrying from behind the doors as we moved to a room at the far end and Blake practically carried me inside.
I got one look at the bare room with the king size bed against one wall before he yanked me off of my feet and fell back onto the mattress with me on top of him.
“Are you wet for me baby?” he asked, grabbing my hips and forcing me up over him so my knees hit the pillow either side of his head.
“Yes,” I gasped as he pushed my dress up and I had to cling to the bed post to support myself.
My hips rocked with need, but he didn’t give me his tongue. His hands slid up the backs of my thighs and he ran his fingers up the middle of me. I shuddered full bodily and he groaned in response.
“Is this just for me, or for Kyan too? I saw how you looked at him tonight,” he growled and I clutched the bed post harder, bracing to keep my weight off of him.
“Blake,” I begged.
“Answer me.” He slowly pushed one finger inside me, deeper and deeper until I clenched around him.
“Both of you,” I admitted breathily.
“I can call him if you want him here too,” he said with a cocky smirk, pushing another finger into me and making me moan loudly as pleasure scattered through my body.
Was he serious right now? I’d never been with more than one guy at once and the Night Keepers seemed like a lot to handle individually. Besides, Kyan was a dickhole of mass proportions, so hell if I was gonna let him get his hands on me. Not that easily anyway.
I looked down at Blake so my hair tumbled around us in a golden sheet. “I want you. Just you.”
His eyes glimmered as a smile hooked up his lips then he placed his free hand on my right hip and forced me down onto his mouth. The heated pad of his tongue raked up the centre of me, landing on my clit and circling, circling, circling.
I cried out curses, clinging to the bed post as I held myself above him, his tongue working fucking miracles between my thighs. His fingers pumped in time with the movements of his mouth and I moaned louder and louder, sure everyone in the entire building could hear me, but I couldn’t stop.
My thighs tensed and a deep, blazing heat built beneath his tongue, promising an ending so powerful I didn’t think I’d survive it. My hips started to rock in time with his hand but I craved more than just his fingers, I needed the solid length of him inside me. I needed him growling my name and tugging my hair. I wanted more of his flesh on mine, giving me all the friction I craved.
His tongue flicked back and forth against my clit before he sucked and bit, making my back arch as bliss skittered through my flesh. The golden boy lived up to his name; he was good at everything and he knew it. But right now, I was more than happy to stroke his ego because I was in fucking heaven.
He chuckled as I ground against his mouth with an urgent need, the sound tumbling right through to my core. My legs quivered as I tried to keep my weight off of him while still trying to take as much pleasure from that expert tongue of his as I could.
Every part of me was clenching, tightening and he worked his hand faster as he sucked and kissed and licked and I fell, fucking tumbled into oblivion. I knew I was screaming but I couldn’t stop, my nails clawing into the wood of the bed post as I fell to ruin for him.
I pushed back when I found enough strength, dropping into the space beside him as I tried to catch my breath and see straight again. I’d never come that intensely or even that quickly. He’d probably done it a thousand times to a thousand girls, but I didn’t give a shit. All that practise had made him an expert.
Blake laughed loudly in his victory before rolling over and taking hold of my hand, yanking me off of the bed and spinning me around. My thoughts were still too scattered and my body too weak to do anything but let him move me around like a ragdoll. He tugged my zipper down and took hold of the hem of the dress, peeling it off of me and tossing it on the floor.
I turned to him, biting down on my lip and his dark expression sent tingles through my flesh. He took in my naked body with the kind of heat which could have burned down the whole of campus.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he growled, a dark hunter rising in his eyes. His exterior was shiny and deceptive, but he was bad to the bone. And I knew I was seeing the real Blake Bowman right then.
I reached out, skimming my hand over the bulge in his jeans so he swallowed hard. He caught my wrist, yanking it up to his mouth and brushing his lips across the sensitive skin of my inner arm.
“You taste like a narcotic, Tatum Rivers. Why do I get the feeling you’re going to be on my mind for a long time after tonight?”
“Because I’m not like all your other conquests. And that definition won’t ever apply to me, no matter how many times you try to beat me. You’ll never win.” I took hold of his shirt, tugging it up and over his head to reveal the athletic perfection of his body. Taut abs and bruised ribs stared back at me. I brushed my fingers over the knuckle marks on his flesh, somehow knowing instinctively that one of the other Night Keepers had left them there. No one else would have dared.
I lifted my eyes to his as I bit into my lip, the tension between us growing unbearable. I was ready for round two. And this time I was going to get all of him. I was going to make sure he knew I wasn’t just any old girl. I was a queen. And he was going to learn it.
“I’m gonna try real hard to ruin you, Tate,” he said in a dangerous tone that made my blood rise to the surface of my skin. He caught my waist, throwing me onto the bed with undue force and I leaned back, looking up at him as he dropped his jeans and boxers. He took hold of the base of his large cock, gripping my knee with the other hand.
My throat dried out and I surveyed his muscular body with lust dripping through me. I needed him inside me, I had to feel the power of this man first hand.
He yanked me toward the edge of the bed and I raised my hips as he guided himself between my thighs. My fingers clawed into the sheets as he grazed my entrance and a breathy moan left me from that touch alone.
With a forceful thrust, he slammed the full length of him inside me and I cried out, my nails clawing at his neck as he didn’t give me a moment to recover before doing it again.
I met him thrust for thrust as he tried to conquer me, my body alive with energy as he claimed me over and over.
I tipped my head back and shut my eyes as I lost myself to the pleasure he delivered me, but he captured my chin and growled, “Look at me.”
My eyes cracked open and the intensity in his gaze had me coming apart again. His muscles flexed and gleamed with sweat and I needed to feel it all against me.
I gripped his waist and tugged, but he didn’t fall to my demand. His brow crinkled like he was resisting the call of my flesh against his and I wanted to be beyond begging, but right then I wasn’t.
“Touch me,” I panted and his resolve cracked as he forced me higher up the bed and pressed his body flush to mine. I clawed at his hair and groaned as my nipples rubbed against his golden body, his hardened muscles divine as they ground against my soft curves.
His mouth fell to my neck and he started painting kisses up to my jaw before finding my mouth. His hips slowed and I moaned against his tongue as we were sudd
enly sharing far more than a dirty one-nighter. My breathing hitched as his body caged mine and his hands tangled in my hair as he started kissing and stroking and worshipping. I wrapped my legs around his waist as we got as close as two people possibly could and our heated breaths filled the air around us.
My body was coming apart again, slower this time like water building up against a dam. Blake started breathing my name like a prayer and I moaned his in response. In that moment, nothing in the world existed but him, me and the potent desire that lived between us.
I came apart once more, clinging to him and crying out as pleasure rolled through me in wave after wave. Blake followed me a beat later, rearing over me and pinning me in place as he spilled himself inside me with a growl of pure pleasure.
“Fuck you, Tatum Rivers,” he panted as his forehead knocked against mine. “Fuck you for being that good.”
I laughed headily, carving my fingers along his shoulder blades as the full weight of him spread over me and his laughter sounded out to meet mine.
I tugged his hair and brushed my lips over his. “Fuck you for thinking I wouldn’t be, Blake Bowman.”
I inhaled deeply as the scent of vanilla and honey blossom fluttered beneath my nostrils, groaning lightly at the satisfaction which sung in my limbs.
It was official. Tatum Rivers was the hottest girl at school and the best in the sack too. Not that I’d had every girl at school. But I’d had enough to be sure. And Tatum was a fucking Tom cat. I couldn’t get enough of her skin on my skin, her mouth on my flesh, my body possessing hers…or hell, it felt like her body had been possessing mine half the time.
I was going to do that again. Like, now. Although, she was asleep which was a bit of an obstacle. What if she was the type to freak out if her beauty sleep was interrupted?
Her body curved into the shape of mine perfectly as she lay with her head on my chest, all of that long, blonde hair spilling around her endlessly.
I trailed my fingers through it as I watched her, my hand slipping down her spine and causing her to arch her back like a cat as a soft moan escaped her. Yeah, I was hitting that again ASAP.
I was hard as stone already. I’d woken up that way like my cock knew she was right here this whole time even if the rest of me happened to have been asleep.
My hand made it to her ass and I gripped the perfect roundness of it, drawing her hips against me where her leg was hooked over mine.
She moaned softly, hungrily, her hand sliding down my chest and making my skin burn beneath her touch.
She wrapped her fingers around my cock and I groaned as she moved them up and down, stroking caressing, her thumb sliding over the head in a way that made me ache.
My lips parted to ask her if she was ready for round two just as my cellphone started ringing.
Tatum’s lips pouted in a way that was just too fucking cute as she pulled a pillow over her head to avoid the noise of it.
I smirked at her like a sappy fucker while she couldn’t see me. This girl was…fuck, this girl might just have been long term material. I could see myself fucking her for weeks and weeks instead of a one off. Hell, I actually enjoyed talking to her. I might even date her.
I must have been losing the plot or still drunk or she was just so mind blowing in bed that my mind really was blown. But I wasn’t sure I cared. All I knew, was that for now and tomorrow and at least for the rest of this week, Tatum Rivers was my girl. And I didn’t care what Saint or any other fucker had to say about it. If I was a dog, I’d piss on her to mark her out. Or something less gross. I didn’t know how to do that shit, but she made me wanna figure it out.
My jaw ticked as I looked over at my cellphone. It was lighting up through the fabric of my jeans pocket which were still on the floor where I’d dropped them. I’d have ignored it if it was any other ringtone but We Are The Champions by Queen only rang for one man. My dad. And if he was calling me at three in the morning then there was a good damn reason for it.
“Sorry,” I breathed, rolling her over onto her back and knocking the pillow aside so that I could look down at her. “That’s my dad, I need to answer.”
“That’s okay. I’d always answer for my dad too,” she said, her blue eyes cracking open as she looked up at me sleepily.
I groaned, leaning in to taste her lips again and they parted for me as I kissed her slowly, sliding my tongue over hers in lazy strokes as I tasted her desire.
I groaned into her mouth, my dick driving into her side and aching with need.
The phone rang out and I forgot about it as I moved between her thighs, the tip of my cock sliding against her pussy which was already so wet for me.
I wanted to plunge straight in but more than that, I wanted her panting my name, moaning and begging for me.
I broke our kiss as I moved south, taking her rose pink nipple into my mouth as I tugged the other one between my fingers.
She moaned softly, her hands caressing my broad shoulders as I moved lower still, savouring the perfection of her tanned skin. There wasn’t a strap mark in sight and the idea of her laying butt naked in the California sun only turned me on more.
I slipped my hand between us, running my fingers straight down the centre of her as her breath caught in her throat.
“Fuck, Blake,” she gasped and I wanted to bottle the sound of my name on her lips like that.
I growled with desire as I sucked on her nipple and pushed two fingers into her. She was so wet, so fucking wet and the moan that escaped her was like tasting ecstasy. I was high on this girl and I never wanted to come down.
I ran my thumb over her clit and she moaned again, louder this time, not giving a shit if anyone in the next room heard us because that sound was for me. For what I was doing to her. And it just about summed up what she was doing to me too.
I moved my fingers in and out slowly, savouring the way her body tightened around me and the gasps that came from her each time I stroked her clit.
I released her nipple and reared over her, watching this perfect creature writhing beneath me, fucking my hand like she could never get enough of me. And in that moment I was sure I’d never get enough of her either.
Her eyes fluttered open and she met my gaze as I continued to drive her body to ruin. It was so fucking hot, I could see the desire there, the heat, the need. All of it aimed at me.
Her hands moved over her breasts and I wanted to watch that show so fucking much, but I couldn’t look away from those big blue eyes. They were an endless sky on a summer’s day full of promise and excitement and a heat so intense that I knew I’d be burned by her. But I didn’t care. I wanted to burn if this was how it felt.
“Blake,” she gasped again and I wanted her to say my name like that every fucking time I saw her.
“You can’t be real,” I breathed as I watched her panting beneath me.
I kept moving my hand, a groan of desire spilling from me as I felt her tightening around my fingers.
“More,” she begged. “More, ah, Blake.”
She came for me with a cry that almost had me spilling for her too and I growled with need as I kept stroking her through the final throes of it.
“I need all of you,” she demanded, reaching for my cock hungrily and I released a dark laugh.
“Greedy, aren’t you?”
“I can’t get enough of you,” she breathed and my brows rose as I wondered if that was true. Shit, I hoped it was true.
“Me either, Tate,” I growled, slowly drawing my fingers back out of her.
She shuddered as I withdrew them, the final shiver of her orgasm dancing along her skin.
Just as I was about to move on top of her, my phone started ringing again and I cursed.
Tate watched me with hooded eyes, biting down on her bottom lip while she continued to tease her nipples for me.
“Fuck,” I growled. “I really have to answer that.”
“Then do it. And hurry back,” she urged.
The thought of getting ou
t of that bed almost caused me physical pain, but I had to do it.
I stood, hooking a pair of sweatpants from a drawer and pulling them on before retrieving my phone from my jeans’ pocket. It rang out again but that was fine, I needed to leave this room if I had any hope of concentrating on what my dad had to say to me and I didn’t really want to talk to him with a hard on either.
Tate watched me from the bed, lying there naked, her legs parted to give me the perfect view of exactly what I was coming back to and I groaned in frustration.
“Thirty seconds,” I swore to her as I backed up towards the door.
“I’ll be waiting,” she promised.
I growled hungrily again, pushing the fingers I’d just had inside her into my mouth so that I could taste the sweetness of her desire before I left.
Her eyes flared with heat as she watched me sucking on them and I smirked at her before backing out of the room.
I jogged to the end of the corridor and out of the front door as I tried to focus on anything aside from that goddess in my bed. Saint wasn’t having her. He could fuck off. There was no chance in hell I’d let him take her. Tatum Rivers was mine.
I paced up and down a few times, letting the cold air on my chest draw my attention as I tried to sink my boner. It wasn’t really working. That girl was so hot that I’d probably be hard all week even if I didn’t lay eyes on her again.
I blew out a breath and dialled my dad’s number. He answered before the first ring had even finished and my eyebrows rose at his tone.
“Where were you?” he demanded.
“Geeze, I was asleep, where are you at three am?” I asked in a pissy tone. I didn’t need him calling me for some lecture right now, I had better things to be doing. Much better things.
“Sorry…I didn’t mean to be short with you, son,” he said, releasing a heavy breath.
“That’s okay…” He’d been a bit like that since the Hades Virus had killed Mom. I got that he was grieving so I just let it fly. He didn’t need me being an asshole on top of his grief.
“Look, it hasn’t hit the news yet but it will by tomorrow-” Dad said.
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