by Sylvia Fox
“Um…” I glanced away and shifted on the carpet. “I was just…trying to relax after the crazy night I’d had.”
There, that was a good explanation. Mortifying, but it sounded legit.
And it was kind of true. I’d just also been fantasizing about him in the process.
“Do you often go around…relaxing…in other people’s bathrooms?” He shifted closer, but I couldn’t bring myself to stare at anything other than the Monopoly board, the fake money, the tiny green houses.
I bit my bottom lip. “I’ve never relaxed in anyone’s house. Not by myself, not with someone either.”
Had I just told Blaze I was a virgin? What the hell had come over me? I wanted to reach out and gobble back the words and pretend I’d never said them. Even though there was some kind of strange chemistry passing between us, that didn’t mean I needed to come right out and tell him I’d never been fucked before.
That would only remind him that I was so much younger than him. It would remind him that he’d seen me grow up. That I was just a kid in his eyes. Not a woman.
But instead of pulling away, I swore I heard a guttural sound emit from his throat. His hand dropped to my thigh, and he began to stroke the skin behind my knee. My body began to tremble as my heart beat wildly, the blood rushing in my ears. My breasts shook as my breathing became rapid. And finally, I looked up to meet his eyes.
What was he doing? Did he understand how he was making me feel?
And when his lips quirked into a wicked grin, I knew he very much did.
He knew exactly the reaction he was causing. And he liked it.
My pussy drenched the boxer shorts I still wore, my desire pouring through me like a tidal wave. Blaze’s hand slowly slid upwards, closer and closer to the spot between my thighs that ached so much that I could barely think straight.
“It was very naughty of you to do that in my bathroom,” he said before resting his fingers just at the edges of the boxer shorts. I couldn’t breathe, my whole body on the edge of a cliff, waiting to see what he’d do next. Would he slide his hand up further? Or would he pull away and act like whatever the hell was going on had never even happened? Would he ignore it for the rest of the night the way he’d ignored catching me in the bath? Of course, he wasn’t ignoring it now…
And how would I control myself if he left his hand on my thigh for even a second longer?
His fingers slid underneath the shorts and grazed the very tops of my thighs. A moan escaped from between my parted lips, and his gaze grew even more intense. My whole mind focused on the spot where his hand rested against my leg, hot and heavy and tempting me to shift just slightly to the side. If I moved as much as half an inch, his fingers would slip against my dripping folds.
“What were you thinking about?” he asked, his voice deep and quiet.
“What?” I was so focused on his hand that the meaning of his words escaped me.
“In the bathtub.” He leaned toward me, and his breath was hot on my lips. “What were you thinking about? Who was on your mind?”
My heart raced so fast that my body began to tremble. “You.”
His lips twisted into a wicked smile. “Oh, is that so?”
I nodded, eyes wide. Even though he was practically on top of me with his hand only inches from my pussy, I’d been half-scared he’d pull away when I told him what I’d been imagining as I rubbed my clit. Surely this couldn’t be reality. I couldn’t be this lucky.
But I was.
Blaze inched his fingers closer and closer so slowly that I had to shudder from the sweet, sweet torture of it all. I ached for him to touch me, and he was driving me absolutely wild with his slow and steady teasing. And he knew it, too. He smiled a delicious smile that sent thrills coursing through every vein in my body.
Finally, after moments that felt like hours, his finger gently caressed my wet clit. My whole body reacted like it had been hit by an earthquake. I shook, my hands clenching around the soft rug underneath me.
I spread my legs wider, inviting him to touch me more.
“Hmm,” he murmured with a growing smile. “You’ve been so naughty, Poppy. I’m not sure I should reward you for your bad behavior.”
With the lightest of touches, he stroked my pussy again.
My god, I couldn’t take it. I needed him now.
“Please,” I begged, losing all sense of pride and all of my previous inhibitions. I’d always followed the rules, always stayed within the lines, but things had suddenly changed. The rules and lines no longer mattered to me. All that mattered was feeling Blaze’s cock inside my body.
Now.
“Such a bad girl.” He flicked his fingers against my pussy before sliding them between my folds. I dropped back my head and moaned, opening my legs wider and wider until I was spread open before him. A low growl escaped his throat, and he thrusted his fingers faster, fucking me with his hand in a way I’d never been touched before. My whole body screamed with lust as my juices coated his strong fingers. It felt so good being taken by this man, his hand pounding hard against me. I rocked against him with stars dotting my eyes, feeling my desperation for his touch take over my body.
And then his hand was gone. He ripped his boxer shorts off my legs and plunged his hard and throbbing cock into my gushing pussy. I cried out his name as his length pressed against my slippery walls. He was big. Really big. And he’d taken me so fast and so hard that I had to gasp for a chance to breathe.
“I couldn’t wait any longer, sweetness,” he grunted as he pounded against my thighs. “You’re so wet. You’re so tight. My god, you feel so fucking good.”
I was so turned on that it only took moments for the orgasm to rush through me. But Blaze wasn’t done yet. He waited for me to catch my breath, and then he fucked me again. Just as hard.
Chapter Six
I awoke to chirping birds for the second time in a row. Murmuring, I rolled over to wrap myself around Blaze’s cock, but the spot on the bed next to me was empty. Cold. Frowning, I sat up and glanced around. We’d moved to the bed at some point during the night and had fallen asleep tangled in each other’s arms. And now he was gone.
I pulled back the blinds and peered out at the corner of the yard where he usually chopped wood. The axe was stuck in the ground, and he was nowhere in sight.
Alarm bells blared through my sleepy head, but I tried to push them aside. Just because he wasn’t in bed didn’t mean that something was wrong. He’d been the one to initiate last night. He’d seemed far more than willing to do what we’d done. He was a grown man. There was no reason he would have gone running scared the next morning like most guys my age did after a one-night stand.
A one-night stand…
I nibbled on my bottom lip and padded out of the bedroom. Was that all it had been? Two lonely people stuck together on New Year’s Day having a little bit of fun?
It hadn’t felt like that to me, and I didn’t want it to be just that.
As I’d fallen asleep in his arms, I couldn’t help but imagine many more nights spent just like that, waking up in his arms, making him breakfast while he chopped wood for the fire.
It felt like another life, a life that wasn’t mine.
But a life that I very much wanted to have.
The living room and kitchen were empty, too. I pulled Blaze’s shirt tight around my body, suddenly cold in the empty cabin. Without Blaze around, the place didn’t feel as homey, as safe, as warm. It felt barren and cold like the mountains outside.
He was gone.
My heart began to pound as I paced back and forth across the uneven hardwood floor in my bare feet. Where had he gone? I hadn’t spied a note or any hint as to why he’d left. Had last night spooked him more than I’d thought? Tears pricked my eyes. Even though I’d dove headfirst into whatever had happened between us, just like he had, I couldn’t stand the thought of it turning out the way it was destined to be.
A fling. A one-time deal.
A mistake.
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In the light of a new morning, maybe Blaze had woken up and remembered that I was his best friend’s daughter. Maybe he’d realized that sleeping with me was a terrible idea that would lead to nothing but heartache.
We could never really be together. My dad wouldn’t stand for it. Any pride my father felt for me would disappear in the blink of an eye. And I couldn’t take losing his love. I’d always wanted his approval and I always would. I’d worked so hard to live up to his expectations of what he wanted me to do with my life. Losing that respect, losing that trust…I couldn’t take it.
Not to mention the fact that I would have to return to school in only a few days, leaving this perfect life behind.
At the same time, I couldn’t bear the thought of turning my back on something with Blaze, not if it was something real. But if he’d disappeared without so much as a word, then all of this could be nothing more than a terrible mistake. He didn’t care about me, at least not the way I cared about him. There was a word I wanted to put to my feelings, but I squeezed my eyes tight to block it out. My heart felt full of him. Was he just going to tear it to shreds? In an effort to calm myself down, I tightened the hold on my ponytail, my hair still in its elastic band from the day before.
The door cracked open, and I jumped halfway out of my skin. Whirling around, I came face to face with Blaze. He gave me a lopsided smile but frowned when he saw the expression on my face.
“What’s wrong, Poppy?” He dropped some bags to the floor and crossed the room, grabbing my hands in his and searching my eyes. “Did something happen while I was gone?”
He looked so concerned, so earnest, that all my worries flittered right out of my head to join the birds chirping in the trees.
“I didn’t know where you’d gone.” It sounded so silly now that I was speaking it aloud. It was his cabin for goodness sake. It wasn’t like he was just going to run off and never come back. “I woke up, and you were gone.”
Relief rushed across his face. “I didn’t want to wake you, sweet stuff. You looked very content, and I hated to disturb you. I figured you’d still be out like a light when I got back anyway.”
“Right, of course.” My cheeks flooded from sheer embarrassment. I’d jumped to conclusions, and now I just looked silly.
“Poppy.” He squeezed my hands. “Did you think I’d snuck out to avoid you?”
“Well…” I sighed and shrugged. “I know it sounds ridiculous, but I woke up alone in your bed, and you were nowhere in sight. It was silly to think the worst, but…after last night, I thought you might…regret it.”
“Sweet stuff.” Blaze wrapped his arms around me, enveloping me in his strong and comforting warmth. I’d been an idiot to think he was the kind of man to do something like that. Blaze wasn’t like anyone else. He wouldn’t run from something. He’d confront it head-on. “I don’t regret what happened last night. I loved every moment of it. I woke up looking forward to it happening again.”
I pulled back and looked up at his towering frame, hope in my heart. “You did?”
“I’ve been a lonely man a long-ass time.” He tucked his finger under my chin and smiled. “It’s about damn time I found a woman like you to keep me warm at night. You made me a happy man last night, Poppy, and I’m not going to run from that.”
A thrill went through me, even though the logical part of my brain questioned how this could even be possible. He didn’t mention my dad, my age, my limited time here in town. In a few days, I’d have to go back to college, and this tiny slice of heaven would be over. He said he wouldn’t run from what was happening between us, but it wasn’t like we could hold onto it forever either.
All these thoughts and more I wanted to speak aloud. But instead, I gave him a shy smile. “So, where’d you go?”
“Ah.” He stepped back and grabbed the bags from the floor. “Since you’ll be staying here at least a couple more days, I thought you could use some clothes that actually fit you.”
He dumped the contents onto the kitchen counter. A couple of pairs of jeans, some lacy underwear, and…some more flannel shirts, of course. Only these were size small instead of extra-large. I fingered the material, conflicted feelings battling within me. It was so thoughtful of him to go buy me some clothes since all of mine were stuck in a burned-out house. But, I also hated to change out of his shirt. I’d felt like his woman with it on, and I loved the way it smelled like pine and snow.
“Thank you.” I pressed up on my toes and dropped a kiss on his cheek. He let out a low growl in response, like I’d turned him on just from that slightest of touches. And to be fair, it had done the same for me. All I could think about now was wrapping my legs around his waist and feeling his throbbing cock inside my body.
I’d never been sex-crazed. In fact, my friends at school often told me my sex drive needed some serious help. But here I was, mere hours after being fucked a half a dozen times, and I already felt desperate for more.
Blaze Marshall had an effect on me like no other. And I loved it.
I just hoped with all my heart we weren’t running heart-first into big trouble.
Chapter Seven
“I’m going to throw you on my bed and fuck you until you can’t think straight.” He began to move across the floor toward the bedroom, holding me tight in his arms. But I had a sudden urge I had to share, so I shook my head and bit my lip.
“I like it in here,” I said softly, gesturing at the floor in front of the fireplace. “It feels…I don’t know, more…”
“More carnal.” His eyes went hot and he dropped me to the floor on my back, just the way I’d wanted. “If that’s how you want, then baby, that’s how you’re going to get it. You have no idea how much you’re going to get it. Not once, not twice. Hell, not even three times. You’re going to get it so many times you won’t be able to count.”
My thighs dripped with the lust pouring through me.
I arched my back and let out a loud moan as his tongue trailed down the front of my body, flicking against my hard nipples before continuing down my stomach. I’d never been licked before. I’d never wanted anyone to, except for Blaze of course. I had no idea what to expect, but I knew without a shadow of a doubt it was what I wanted him to do. What I ached for him to do. I wanted to feel his tongue inside me just as I wanted to feel every part of him inside me.
For a moment, his tongue danced across my thighs, teasing me, making my pussy grow wetter and wetter until my juices pooled on the floor underneath me.
I lifted my ass in the air, arching my back and begging for him to finally rub himself against my clit. His mouth found my pussy, and shockwaves of pleasure went through me. I trembled and cried out his name, feeling a desperation for him that couldn’t be quenched.
“You taste so good,” he murmured before diving his tongue between my folds. I was gushing my juices onto his face, and he licked every last drop like it was an elixir of youth. And seconds later, I came hard, pouring myself into his mouth.
He sat back and licked his lips, a sexy smile sliding across his features. “It’s so good pleasing you, baby.”
Gasping, I gazed up at his face, an adoration pouring through me for this man. I would do anything to make him happy, anything to give him the same kind of pleasure he gave me. “Let me please you. What do you want me to do? I’ll do anything. Anything at all.”
“Mmm,” he murmured before shifting his body closer to mine. “Come and wrap that sweet little mouth around my cock. But first, we need to take care of that hair of yours.”
Heart racing, I sat up and lowered my head to his throbbing dick. Blaze pulled my ponytail holder out of my hair and threw it into the roaring fire. My wild hair tumbled around my shoulders, loose for the first time in a long, long while.
“No need for that anymore,” he said with a growl, making my heart race. “I want you wild. I want you free. I want your curls bouncing in time with your breasts.”
And then he pressed his cock against my mouth. He was so
big and so hard that I had to stretch my lips as far as they could go to fit around him. He tasted of smoke, of wood, of sweat. And I loved the way his cock felt touching the back of my throat. I slid my mouth along his length, and he grunted before grasping my hair in his strong hands. He rocked against me, fucking my mouth with a growing intensity.
“I want to cum on your face, baby,” he gasped as his cock grew harder and harder until it was so hard I thought it would burst.
I nodded my head, hoping he understood what I meant. If he wanted to pour his cum all over my lips and my cheeks and my neck, then that was everything I wanted him to do. I ached to make him happy, ached to see the pleasure on his face. So, when he pulled his rod out of my mouth and shot is seed all over my skin, I felt my pussy and nipples aching with the desire to feel him inside of me again.
It was the hottest moment of my life, and I yearned for even more.
“Turn around,” he commanded, and I obeyed. Anything he wanted, I would do, over and over and over again. My knees dug into the floor, and my ass was high in the air. He spanked me hard and then thrust his cock into my dripping folds.
“Oh, Blaze,” I cried out, and my ears rung from how loud I screamed. The sound of pleasure only seemed to egg him on even more. He pounded against me, digging his fingernails into my back, wrapping one hand around my neck. He had me in his grasp, so tight I couldn’t move.
And it made me gush. I’d never been so turned on in my life.
I felt as if I was one-hundred percent his. He’d staked his claim on me, and he was taking me with all his power and strength. I was helpless to his pleasure and helpless to my own. All I could do was hold my ass high in the air and take his dick, so big that it stretched me as wide as I could go. He pounded faster and faster, and his grip on me tightened. Nothing else in the world existed but Blaze.
My pleasure built up, faster and faster until I came, again and again until I no longer knew my name. Blaze followed in my wake, emptying his seed inside me and gripping my ass in his rough palms. He bit me, gently, on the shoulder as he wrapped his arms around me. And then he asked me if I wanted him to fuck me again.