#Blur (The GearShark Series Book 4)

by Cambria Hebert

  With a growl, he swooped back in, but not in the direction I’d been expecting. Instead, his lips latched onto my painfully aroused nipple and sucked it deep into his mouth.

  My hips arched off the wall and my eyes closed again. My breathing was heavy, and my fingers strained against the wall behind me.

  He sucked and kissed, flicking his tongue over the hard pebble over and over again.

  When he relented, I sighed, collapsing against the wall… but he only moved to the other.

  The onslaught started all over again, and in my jeans, my dick was throbbing in a way that pained me. Fuck, I was so horny. It had been so long since anyone made me feel I was going to lose it right there in my pants.

  I gripped the back of his head, wanting to pull him back because I seriously was afraid I was either going to blow right there or reverse the roles and shove him against the wall for a little sweet torture of his own.

  Arrow released my nipple, and I shivered, but instead of obeying my hand, his tongue left a wet, warm trail down the center of my abs and circled around my navel.

  My hips rocked toward him, and I bit on my lip, trying to control my urges.

  “Babe,” I said, reaching for him to pull him up. “You’re making me crazy.”

  He straightened but stayed close. Flames flickered in his eyes, and his hand rubbed the front of my thigh.

  My eyes snapped to his. I felt them widen when his fingers spider-crawled slowly toward my engorged cock.

  “A,” I said, shaky, and reached for his hand.

  “I want to touch you, Hopp. You gonna let me?” As he spoke, the front of his hand brushed over my hard length.

  I shuddered. With a deep breath, I said, “I don’t expect this.”

  “I know.” He agreed. “I want it.”

  I was powerless to deny him, especially since he was rubbing his palm over my dick now and I could already feel the tip weeping.

  Our chests were pressed together. His lips slid over mine as his fingers fumbled with the buttons on my jeans. He lifted his lips as the button popped open, tilted his head in the opposite direction, and then fused us back together. The sound of my zipper sliding down filled the room, and both hands tucked beneath my boxers and the waistband, gliding over the smooth skin of my hips.

  My breath hitched and my mouth fell away from the kiss. The back of my head bumped the wall, and I sucked in a deep breath. My legs were trembling. Fuck, everything was trembling.

  Inch by inch, Arrow peeled down my jeans and boxers. I waited anxiously for my cock to be bared to him. It seemed like it took a million years when really it was probably less than a minute.

  Arrow moved down my body as he lowered my pants. He kissed sporadically down my chest and then hit his knees before me. I jolted when his teeth scraped over my hipbone, and then with one final tug, my pants and boxers were around my ankles.

  My cock had sprung free. It was so swollen it jutted right out toward the man responsible for making me so excited.

  Maybe if I wasn’t so turned on, I would have had enough sense to be cautious of Arrow and more concerned about the physical place he was taking us to right then.

  I stared down my body to where he kneeled and watched as he wrapped his big hand around my hard-as-hell cock and slid toward the base.

  I muttered a few words that didn’t make sense, and my head fell back again.

  Arrow squeezed the base gently and used his other hand to gently cup my sack. My tongue slid over the roof of my mouth as he simultaneously massaged my balls and slowly jacked my rod.

  He had the perfect size hands. They wrapped around me fully and delivered bliss I hadn’t known in what felt like forever.

  “Hopp,” he murmured, running his thumb over the tip of my cock.

  I opened my eyes and stared down at him. Just seeing him kneel in front of my body, with his thumb spreading the silky moisture weeping out, made me weak in the knees.

  “This okay?”

  I barked a laugh. “Fuck yes.”

  His dark eyes pinned mine, holding me captive even though I really wanted to close them and melt farther into the wall. As we watched each other, his tongue jutted out, wetting his lips, and then he lowered his mouth to where he held my dick.

  I couldn’t look away. There was something about his stare that made it impossible. Arrow’s pouty lips parted slowly, achingly, and the head of my dick slipped between them.

  I made a sound. His eyes flared, but he still held my gaze.

  The intensity he emanated was overwhelming. He owned me. He fucking owned me, and nothing would change it.

  He took my cock deep, and the silky feel of the inside of his mouth enveloped me. My body shuddered and my hands gripped at the flat wall.

  The hand wrapped around the base of my rod twisted lightly, creating a tingly sensation in my balls, and they tightened against my body instantly. He pulled back, dragged his lips over my length, then sucked my head with extra pressure before releasing to lick across it.

  “Jesus Christ,” I swore.

  A small smile played on his face, and he broke eye contact and went back for me. On impulse, I made a sound, slid my hands beneath his arms, and pulled.

  His eyes flashed, and I saw the worry in his face.

  “You didn’t do anything wrong. Just the opposite. I just don’t want you on your knees before me. I want you over me.”

  Before I could move, I had to kick off my shoes and pants. Once I was completely naked, I let him lead me back to the bedroom.

  The room was dim because all the blinds were closed. Arrow wrapped his hands around my waist and backed me toward the bed. He glanced at the mattress and then at me.

  I thought I saw a hint of wariness.

  “Whatever you want.” I assured him softly, hopefully conveying this didn’t have to go any further.

  “I want your dick in my mouth,” he replied and pushed me gently back onto the bed.

  I wasn’t about to argue with that.

  On the bed, he straddled me. The weight of his body was heaven. Both his hands wrapped around my dick and slowly worked my rod before he bent his head.

  “Wait,” I rasped.

  He glanced up.

  “Take off your shirt.”

  Arrow reached behind him and pulled off his hoodie and T-shirt in one movement and threw them on the floor.

  My eyes swept over his tattoos, down the lean sinew of his muscles, and satisfaction bloomed in my chest. I lifted my hand and pressed it against his pec, feeling the way his heart thundered.

  Without another word, he moved down my body and took my cock in his mouth again. This time he didn’t play. He didn’t stare into my eyes with desire. He sucked the shit out of me.

  His mouth applied just the right amount of pleasure; his throat took the perfect amount of length. He knew when to suck harder and when to pull back so the heated, sensitive skin stretched over my dick would glide over the slick, smooth inside of his cheeks.

  When I would start to shudder a little too much, he’d pull back, jack me with his hand, and lavish attention on my balls and inner thighs.

  My hips rocked against his lips. I couldn’t help it. It was like my body had a mind of its own beneath his ministrations. Just when I started to grow frustrated with need, he slipped down over my cock again, grabbed my hips with his palms, and began to direct them. Even though he was on top, I was essentially fucking his mouth. On his order, I controlled how fast I pumped between his lips and how deep my cock went.

  I moaned and he moaned back. The sound vibrated the tip of my dick, and I gasped.

  “I’m going,” I bit out, thinking to pull back, but instead, I shoved deeper into his mouth.

  Arrow released my hips, wrapped both his arms around my ass, and held me deep.

  He groaned again.

  It pushed me over the edge.

  A yell ripped out of my throat. My hands fisted in the blanket beneath me, and my hips bucked up. My dick pumped out an intense orgasm,
and with every twitch, the head rubbed the back of his throat.

  I’m not gonna be shy here. I made a lot of fucking noise.

  The sounds that ripped out of me as he drank down my cum would probably have embarrassed me if I wasn’t half out of my fucking mind.

  When it was done, my body quivered lightly and my hips fell toward the mattress. Arrow was still wrapped around my ass, holding me close. My dick wasn’t buried in his throat anymore, but he hadn’t completely released it either.

  Instead, he milked the tip of my head with his lips, using soft, light strokes and a little coaxing with his tongue.

  I collapsed against the bed, heaved a great sigh, and threw my hands over my face.

  Arrow withdrew from my core, and I felt him climb up the bed and settle beside me.

  “Was that okay?” he asked, unsure.

  Oh God, his vulnerability would be my undoing. How any man that fucking good at head could ever doubt it was one of the mysteries of the world.

  I spread apart two fingers so I could stare at him through the crack. “Where the fuck did you learn to suck a dick like that?”

  Spots of red bloomed on his high cheekbones.

  He was fucking blushing.

  Oh my God, I love him.

  The thought made me peel my hands from my face. I wasn’t expecting that. I wasn’t sure what to do with it. Guilt came with it, but it was overpowered.

  Overpowered by the waiting eyes staring down at me.

  “I’ve blown someone before… more than once,” he stammered.

  I pushed up onto my elbows. “Like that?” I demanded.

  The blush on his cheeks deepened, and he shook his head. “I just wanted to show you the way you make me feel.”

  “Kiss me,” I demanded. “I want to taste myself on your tongue.”

  His eyes flared, and he lowered. He did taste like me. Slightly salty and smooth. The fact that I still mingled in his mouth turned me on all over again.

  Arrow wrapped an arm over my waist and pushed a little closer as we kissed. His rock-hard dick pressed against my hip.

  I broke the kiss and looked into his face.

  “What about you?” I asked. “Will you let me do that to you?”

  Desire filled his features. He hesitated, then nodded.

  I shook my head. “Gonna have to hear you say it, babe.”

  His mouth tilted up. He really fucking liked the pet name. I was going to have to keep it.

  “I want you to blow me.”

  Moving far slower than my body urged me to, I sat up beside him. His eyes were filled with desire and a little bit of wariness.

  Instead of going right for his dick, I ran my fingers through his hair and kissed his forehead. Even though I relished the thought of him under me, I wasn’t sure if he would feel out of control that way, so I gestured toward the headboard and all the pillows filling the space.

  “Sit up,” I instructed, and he did. Just before he leaned against the wooden frame, I used a couple pillows and pushed them behind his back.

  Once he was sitting, I settled beside him, running my hand over his smooth chest. “I really fucking like the ink.” I confided.

  “That’s good ‘cause it’s permanent.”

  I chuckled and traced over the arrow on his neck with my forefinger. “Since the first day I saw this one,” I began, “all I wanted to do was kiss where the arrow led.” My finger slid down and settled in the hollow spot behind his collarbone. “Right here.”

  His throat worked and his head tilted to the side, giving me great access to the teasing spot.

  I dipped my head and licked over the collarbone, kissing lightly over the raised part. Then my tongue slid behind it and delved into the small of his neck. I sighed and licked into the spot a little deeper, pressing my lips against his skin.

  His breathing hitched, and I wrapped my arm around the other side of his neck and cradled him gently as I kissed and sucked. Eventually, I moved on, licking up the arrow and delving the tip of my tongue into his ear.

  Beside me, his body went languid, like putty in my hands. That above everything else was the most heady thing to me. He was granting me trust, letting go enough to feel pleasure at my hands. It made me want to do right by him, make sure this was so good hesitation would be an afterthought the next time I reached out.

  I took my sweet-ass time kissing every inch of him I could reach without climbing on him. My lips and hands moved in tandem to make his skin buzz with pleasure.

  When I finally reached for his jeans, his head fell back against the headboard and his hip rotated out, inviting more. I worked the jeans and boxers down his long legs, barely able to contain my pleasure at the first sight of his dick.

  It was thick and long, the skin was taut and the head slightly swollen. The balls at the base were already drawn against his body, and I smiled because it meant he was good and ready for me to grab him by the stick.

  “If you want me to stop, just say so,” I whispered, wrapping my hand around his base.

  Breath hissed between his teeth. “I want you to start.”

  I stretched out alongside him, partially lying across his lap, and dropped my mouth deep around him with one bold move.

  He moaned softly, and I began to work his dick with my mouth and tongue. I sucked and licked and used my hands to give him the most pleasure I could conceive.

  The thing about being a man, working another man’s rod?

  I knew the right buttons to push, or at least where most of them were. And I paid close attention to Arrow. Every sound he made, every intake of breath, and every quiver of muscle. He liked when I took him deep, but he also liked when I wrapped my lips around his head and sucked hard.

  I knew I was doing a good job when his hand fisted in my hair and held my head.

  When Arrow’s hand fell away from my head and his body began to strain, I knew he was ready to let go. So with one hand I cupped his balls, and with the other I held the base of his cock firmly in place. I wrapped his tip and the sensitive ring below it between my lips, brushed my tongue over his salty tip, and sucked.

  His hips shot off the bed, and his dick pulsed inside my mouth. His release was hot across my tongue, and I swallowed it down just as he had for me.

  When his body fell back onto the pillows, I lifted my head and glanced up.

  His chest heaved, and he looked at me in wonder.

  I only smiled, moved up the bed beside him, tossed a couple pillows around, and then pulled him down so his cheek was on my chest. I wrapped him in both arms and felt his lips brush over my pec.

  “I think I’m gonna like living here.”

  I laughed out loud.

  I sure as fuck was gonna love it.

  The interior of Hopp’s Audi was fucking sweet.

  All leather. All black with touches of chrome. He looked sexy as hell behind the wheel, too.

  Yeah, my mind was kinda stuck on sexy after the blowjob experience we had at my new apartment.

  Seriously, it was like I was living in a fairy tale for real. Not only did I have a brand-new apartment that was nice as shit (thank you, Joey and Lor), but Hopper and I were getting closer despite all the baggage we both dragged behind us.

  He was good to me. Patient. Gentle. Understanding.

  Maybe it wasn’t “manly” to need those things. God knew I beat myself up over not being “manly” enough on an almost daily basis.

  But the fact still remained—I needed those things.

  Suddenly, I was gifted them. Gradually, I accepted them as true.

  Funny how when you start to get the things you need most, the less and less you beat yourself up for needing them.

  Besides, I was still man enough.

  I sucked the shit right out of his dick.

  Or should I say cum? I sucked the orgasm right out of him.

  Who’s the man?

  Oh shit, happiness was unfolding inside me. Was that was this was? That feeling of overwhelming change wasn’t as
paralyzing as I thought it would be.

  Instead, I found myself walking toward it. Quicker and quicker each day.

  Had I ever been truly happy?

  Maybe when I was a child, before the age of ten.

  That was a long fucking time ago, before life reared its ugly head.

  I glanced across the car at the man driving. His hand was wrapped in mine, lying in my lap. I loved holding his hand. It made me feel connected, part of something. Like I wasn’t just out floating in the universe without a lifeline.

  It still scared me. I was so afraid of his rejection. Of being turned away once I let him all the way in.

  But I had to try.

  I owed myself at least that much. He couldn’t hurt me like I’d been hurt in the past. I was older, wiser… better able to protect myself.

  No one would hurt me like that again. Not my father, not strangers in a car.

  I didn’t have to lock myself away to guarantee it. I deserved happiness. More than that, I wanted it.

  We pulled up to Gamble Estate, and it wasn’t until we were pulling through the gate I looked at Hopp. “You made me get out of bed to come here?”

  His teeth flashed white against the dark interior. “As much as I loved being in that bed with you…” He lifted our linked hands and kissed the back of mine. “I’m trying to take things slow.”

  I laughed.

  He rolled his eyes. “Fine, less than breakneck speed.”

  I appreciated his commitment to making sure he didn’t freak me out. I hated it was necessary. I wished I could tell myself, It was three years ago; it doesn’t matter anymore.

  But it did.

  It might until I broke through the ceiling of fear and gave myself to Hopp completely. As much as I enjoyed the blowjobs and as much as I loved running my hands all over his body, I wasn’t sure I was ready for sex yet.

  My one and only experience was forced. It was the worst pain I’d ever known, and every time I thought about trying it again, my stomach seized with nerves.

  “I’m sorry I can’t give you everything right now,” I whispered, the weight of my past suddenly crushing me.

  His hand jolted in mine, but he said nothing as he pulled the Audi into a parking spot in front of the giant white mansion.