He’s letting me know with the curve of his mouth, that he liked what I just did to him, and that he’s ready to retaliate for that little show.
This may be a long night of back and forth teasing until one of us gives in. It’s usually me, I don’t think Blaze is ever done to be honest.
Meeting his gaze, I run my tongue over my lips, making sure to lick up every spilt drop.
Then we both look over at Luca as he picks two women from the crowd, nodding for us to watch him do the shots on two sets of tits that make mine look small.
Smiling, I look back at Blaze before walking away, knowing damn well that he’ll be quick to chase me after the taste I just gave him.
I don’t even get fifteen feet away, before I feel his grip around my waist, him slamming me hard against his body. “Dance with me,” he demands. “You got up before I could make you come.”
Pulling me away from the crowd watching the show, he practically pushes me with his cock until he has me where he wants me.
It’s dark and the music is slow and hot. It’s perfect music for fucking and teasing.
Moving to the front of me, he links an arm around my waist and pulls me against him. His body grinds against mine in a way that sends a shiver throughout my body. He definitely knows how to work his hips, and I have to admit that I’m extremely close to letting him just take me right here on the floor.
Spreading my legs with his knee, he places his leg between mine and grips the back of my neck, slightly dipping me backwards to whisper in my ear. “You know how much I love you riding my fucking face. It will be happening again tonight.”
I grip onto the front of his shirt and move my hips with his when I feel one of his hands squeeze the bottom of my left ass cheek. Our bodies are as close as possible and I can feel the thickness of his erection poking me, driving me insanely mad.
The way he’s moving against me is teasing the hell out of me and he knows it. This is his way of getting me back for the tease I just gave him in front of the whole room.
Grabbing my hand, he slides it in between our bodies and places it on his thick erection, moaning into my ear as I stroke it over the fabric.
Blaze looks extremely sexy tonight and feels even sexier. He knows this, but he also knows that we won’t be fucking in a crowd. So this is just as painful for me as it is for him.
“This is your way of getting back at me?” I grip his dick harder, before playing with his head. “You started all of this in the pool the other night. You know you want to fuck just as badly as I do right now.” I lean into his ear. “So let’s see who caves first.”
Smiling against his ear, I stroke him hard, while pressing my body into his. Knowing that it’s too dark to see what’s going on, I unzip his pants and slip my hand inside.
Breathing heavily as I wrap my hand around his bare cock, and squeeze, he slides his hand up the back of my dress and grips my ass. “Fuck . . . Karma. We can play this little game or I can take you into my office and fuck you like we both want.” He slides a finger down the back of my dress and slides it up my ass crack. “I’m about to fuck this firm ass of yours.”
I grab his hand and pull it away from my ass. “You’re trying to go where no one has been before,” I say, knowing it will only make him want me more. “Just imagine how bad your cock would hurt me then.”
Smiling at the shocked look on his face, I walk away, knowing that he’ll be the one to cave in.
I’ve never even found the idea of anal play to be sexy before, but just the idea of Blaze inside of me, everywhere, has my body buzzing with excitement. I’ll try anything with him. At least once.
I can hear Blaze following me up the private staircase. I don’t even get half-way up, when I feel his face move up the back of my legs, then his teeth dig into my ass.
He bites me hard, while gripping my hips and stopping me from walking. “This ass is all mine, Karma. You have no idea what the fuck that does to me.”
Removing his hands from my hips, I push down on his head and continue to walk up the stairs. Once I reach the top, he buries his hands into my hair and presses me up against the wall.
I moan out as he presses his erection between my legs and grinds into me. “Stop running.” He smiles against my lips. “I won’t stop chasing. I think I’ve proven that by now.”
My heart speeds up from the look in his eyes and I find myself having to turn away.
What the hell is he doing to me?
“Look at me, Karma,” he commands. “You want me. You can’t hide behind that mask you put on. So just give in.”
I shake my head, but on the inside, I know that he’s right.
I’ve tried for weeks to keep my wall up around him and keep this all casual, but even lying to myself is becoming harder each day.
His heavy breathing only proves more that he’s fighting deep emotions for me.
I can’t take it. This is all feeling too real to me all of a sudden. It’s almost as if I can’t breathe right now as I watch the way he’s looking at me.
I see Blaze for who he really is in this moment and I’m scared. I’m truly scared of doing the one thing I promised I wouldn’t do, fall for him.
“I need to go.” I push him back to give me the space I need to breathe. “I can’t do this emotion shit. I can’t.”
He grabs my arm and stops me, before I can walk away. “Don’t walk out on me, Karma. It will only hurt us both. It’s past the point of just being a quick fuck. And you know it.”
“No,” I lie. “It’s not. Now let go, Blaze.”
With force, he grabs my face and slams his lips against mine, kissing me deep and hard, taking my breath away.
I feel myself kissing him back, my heart racing faster than it ever has before. No one has ever made me feel the way I do when I’m with him.
Blaze is intense when he wants to be.
My hands grip at his hair, pulling as he picks me up and wraps my legs around his waist.
He doesn’t hesitate, before he takes off down the hall, carrying me to his room as if the path behind us is on fire.
His lips don’t leave mine as he kicks the door shut behind us and rips my dress off, just as he promised.
He’s quick to undress himself and toss me back onto the bed, covering my body with his with a desperation that has me gripping at him as if my life depends on it.
He stops everything and stares at me. His eyes move over my face and it seems he’s grasping for words to communicate what he wants to say and I watch in horror, trying not to feel crowded with anticipation and dread.
“I don’t chase. Yet my ass seems to always be chasing you. Give me one fucking night where you don’t run from my bed. Give me one night of you being real with me and give in to your true feelings and desires.” He has me pinned beneath his body as he straddles my hips.
I swallow hard. He’s too close and prying to be closer. “Blaze, please.”
He watches me struggle with a response. He’s ripped me of my clothing and is working on the wall that’s surrounding my heart.
“I won’t chase you again. I’m about to fuck you and how you react after this is on you. I’ve made myself clear on us. I want you. I haven’t so much as looked at another woman to put in my bed since you were here the first time.”
Tears form in my eyes and I fight to hold them back at the same time I’m frantically looking for words to say. I don’t do all of this. It’s complicated and I thought with a guy like him it would take a long time to be at this point. Yet, we seemed to have raced right to it.
He gets to me like no other man before him and that terrifies me.
“I can’t.” My two simple words seem to slap him in the face and I watch as he sits up to give me space, his eyes never leaving mine.
“You can. What’s so bad about having a man crave you like I do? One that constantly wants to see you. Feel you. Fuck you. Get under that skin of yours and pull to the surface that spark you’ve buried so fuckin deep. Karma . .
.” He leans back over me and begins to trail a path with his tongue over my chest. “Stop fucking fighting this.”
I don’t respond. I simply remain still and let him continue to speak to me through the movements of his body. He’s different this time. His gentle touch and slow movements are complete opposite to any other time we’ve done this.
He begins kissing the crook of my neck and I work hard to get what he’s just said out of my head. As always he feels good as he moves over me, but this time it’s slow enough that I can anticipate his next brush of my skin. He’s not being rough and fuck it if I find each breath even harder to take because I can feel him deeper than I’ve ever felt him before and he’s not even thrusted inside me yet.
“Are you on the pill?” He interrupts my internal panic.
“Yes.” I watch as something changes in his face. A hunger I’m used to seeing flashes over him and this is something I’m used to. Some sense of normalcy with what we have had in the past and it brings me slight comfort.
Before I know it, he has me flipped over and he’s entering me from behind, pushing in deep and stopping. “Fuck, I’ve never been inside a woman this way. If this might be the last time we’re together then I’m stripping us both bare. This is us. Nothing between us but what you have in your head.”
I don’t argue with him. In all honesty, I couldn’t if I tried. My whole body is just craving the feel of him inside of me and I had no idea how bad I wanted him until he just sunk deep inside me. This is my first time not using a condom and honestly with how he feels around me, I don’t want to right now.
We both know that I’m close to running. This might be our only chance to experience each other this way.
“Fuck, you’re so warm.”
“Blaze,” I moan out as he pushes deeper and stops again. “I can feel all of you. Make it fucking count because this is my first time too.”
Growling, he wraps one arm tightly around my neck and pulls me against his body, while moving inside me.
Everything about the way he’s fucking me right now feels deeper than usual. Not just physically, but I’m trying to ignore all the rest.
I reach behind my head and wrap my arms around his neck, allowing his lips to capture mine as he leans around me.
We stay like this for what feels like forever, before he flips me over to my back and enters me slow and hard.
My nails dig into his back, my mouth seeking his as he keeps his slow torturous rhythm, never losing his momentum.
It’s as if he has something to prove and he’s not stopping until he does. “Your body is communicating what you can’t seem to say.”
“Stop talking about this. I just need to feel you.” I close my eyes and slow the chaos inside, allowing my head to comprehend the unthinkable. Blaze has busted my wall down completely and I truly lie here vulnerable to his grasp on me.
He wraps his arms around me and lifts me onto his lap; we change positions a few times, never disconnecting.
I end up on top and he stops moving his hips. He’s stripped us both bare and laid it all on the line while he waits for me to make a move.
Moving my hips slowly, my body betrays me as I do to him what I can’t let myself say.
My emotions pull at my heart and it takes everything in me to move until he’s panting and his hot release fills me and the warmth of it sends me over the edge myself.
I continue riding him until we’re both completely down from our high. My hips finally stop grinding on him and now it’s back to awkward. That was raw and now I sit here with his eyes staring at me as the chaos comes slamming back at me.
The urge for flight is overwhelming because the only alternative is to stay here and face what I refuse to admit.
Blaze has made his way through the barrier I use to protect me. Even though it’s against everything I wanted to happen, part of me likes it.
IT’S ALL IN KARMA’S HANDS now. I’ve spent the last couple of weeks chasing and showing interest in her that I’ve never shown in another woman and probably never will again. And to be honest, it surprises the shit even out of myself when I think about all of the times I went after her because she ran from my fucking arms.
We spent the whole night in my bed, her cuddled against my chest and my arms wrapped around her body. I kept pulling her close and couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that consumed me all night.
I could feel the need in her to run, but I could also feel her walls crumbling down around me. Her touch said everything she couldn’t seem to say when I poured my emotions out to her.
Going back to the party was the last thing on my mind that night. I knew if I took Karma back downstairs that there was no fucking way I would’ve been able to get her in my bed again.
I needed to keep her there for as long as I could and continue to break her walls down and make her feel.
She’s the toughest woman I’ve ever met and is extremely good at keeping people out. I have a feeling that her asshole ex is partially to blame for that or hell . . . maybe even fully.
It’s been a few days since I woke up to an empty bed from her running from me again and I’ve yet to hear back from Karma. I sent her one text and that’s all I plan to do until she has time to think and figure her feelings out. I won’t push her until I have to, because you better believe that I will, before letting her go completely.
Security has been at her shop daily, just as they have with Club Royal, so that’s the only reason that I haven’t been outside her shop, making sure that she’s safe from that asshole showing up again.
I look up at Luca when he splashes me. “Get that shit out of your head. You’ll see her tonight for the show anyway. You can talk to her then.”
Standing up, I yank my shirt off and toss it aside, before jumping into the water and swimming to the cooler full of beer.
“I’m good. Might as well spend the afternoon floating around the pool with someone who seems to be as lazy and just as handsome as my ass.”
Luca laughs as I jump onto one of the mattresses and get comfortable with my beer.
“You’re trying to tell my ass that you haven’t been wondering who she’s going to bring over to work on tonight on the live show?”
I shake my head and tilt back my beer. “There’s no way Karma will be jumping to fuck anyone new anytime soon, brother. Now let’s just relax and enjoy the fucking sun.” I turn to him, while pulling my sunglasses down onto my face.
I really don’t want anyone to see how shitty I’m feeling right now. “I’m going to need those jeans back, fucker. Make sure you wash them at least twice first. I don’t know what the hell’s gone on in them.”
“And you’ll never know, bro.” He laughs and lies back, going quiet.
If anyone should understand that I need peace and quiet right now, it’s my damn twin.
The live show started twenty minutes ago and my heart is going crazy, knowing that Karma is set up just down the hall and within reach.
I saw the guy she walked in with and even though he kept checking her out on their way up the stairs, Karma kept her eyes on me, all the way up until they passed me to enter her new room.
I know I should stay out of her room and just let her do her job, so that’s exactly why I canceled my call for the hour, and have decided to watch the live feed from my room.
The way he was looking at her didn’t sit well with me, but I have a feeling that she locked her room so I won’t get the opportunity to distract her.
She knows me well, because I would’ve been standing in the back of her room, reminding her of what she’s missing out on and how much I want her.
I sit back in my chair and cross my arms, while watching Karma tattoo the top of the guy’s leg.
Her left hand is close to his dick, holding up his boxer briefs and the closeness is enough to make my blood boil in anger and jealousy.
Her client is clearly hard and staring at her fucking cleavage as she concentrates on marking his skin. “Fucking basta
rd,” I mutter to myself, while watching the comments roll in.
The computer is angled so you can see his leg and both of their faces, a little side table sitting close enough for the client to read the comments and respond if they wish to.
His eyes widen and he grins, while reading the comments. He’s a good-looking guy and the thousands of women watching are only giving him more confidence.
Some of them are asking him to strip his shirt off, so he does, tossing it aside and flexing his chest for them.
Karma sneaks a peek, her eyes only checking him out for a few seconds, before she goes back to working.
Some women are telling him to either lose the boxer briefs or pull them up higher, so he pulls them higher up his tattooed legs and scoots down a little, making Karma’s hand bump into his hard-on.
This only pisses me the fuck off and makes me want to break her door down, and show this asshole who she belongs to.
You can see the tiny smirk on his face as he watches her work on him. He says something too softly for the mic to pick up and then he reaches for her hand and places it on his dick.
I don’t even wait to see Karma’s reaction. My ass is down the hall and kicking her door in, before I have time to even breathe.
Karma looks up from telling her client off and gives me a look of shock, as I stand here breathing heavily, ready to kill this fucker if I have to.
“Blaze, don’t,” she begs. “I can take care of him myself.”
She rushes over to me and places her hands on my chest, making sure that I don’t get in the camera’s view. “You kicking his ass on camera won’t be good for either business. Don’t,” she says firmly.
Her client looks over at me and holds his hands up, showing me that he’s done. “Sorry, man.”
“He touches you again and I’ll rip his throat out. On live feed or not, I don’t give a shit. His hands stay to themselves for the rest of this session or he loses them.”
Removing Karma’s hands from my chest, I pull up a stool and sit with my arms crossed, keeping my eyes on the asshole in the room for the rest of the hour.
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