I WOKE up alone the following day, but I could hear the faint sound of the shower running from where I lay in Walker’s bed. With the sunshine attempting to break through the grey clouds and drops of rain silently trailing the window, I briefly wondered if I’d overslept. Sitting up on my elbows, I noticed an unopened bottle of flavoured water on my bedside table. I reached over, uncapping the top and smiling to myself before taking a sip. Immediately, the citrus water coated my taste buds and soothed my dry throat.
The shower stopped running, and I resumed my position on my elbows as I waited for Walker to re-enter the room from the en-suite. A click sounded, and then he stepped through the door.
And I saw all of him.
Every solid, naked inch of him.
He smirked in my direction, peering down at me from under his lashes as he towel-dried his hair.
“What?”
Sure I was blushing, I murmured, “You’re hard.”
He dropped his towel in front of his dick, partially covering it, and without a fraction of embarrassment, he said, “I was thinking of you. Of last night.”
“In the shower?”
He nodded.
Feeling bold, I pushed the quilt away from me and sat up on my knees, like I had when I crawled into his bed last night. His shirt dropped off my tanned shoulder, and its bottom fanned along my thighs.
He tracked my movements, and in a moment of honesty, he admitted, “I’m afraid of how easily I could fall for this view.”
My head dropped to the side in a smile as I studied him, and I watched as he sucked his full bottom lip into his mouth. His cheeks hollowed as his brows dipped and, if he hadn’t spoken, I don’t think I’d be able to tell if he was tormented or turned on.
“Ever had a cock in your mouth?”
Sex oozed from his tone, but I temporarily lost my ability to speak. I just watched him as he dropped his towel to the floor and took his hard cock in his fist.
“A game of spin the bottle and four strawberry daiquiris would say I have.”
Shyly, I placed the tip of my thumb between my lips. His eyes followed the movement, his nostrils flaring as I pushed my thumb fully into my mouth and sucked.
“That so?” He tugged on his cock, his eyes not wavering from my mouth. And then, because it all felt so natural, I dropped my hand and began undoing the buttons of my shirt, giving in to my urges.
He raised his chin, his confidence such a turn on I already felt myself growing wet. “Move to the edge of the bed.”
I was still undoing the buttons on the shirt, but as he walked towards the bed, I stopped to do what he asked until we were just inches from each other. With the shirt parted but a few buttons remaining, he released his cock to separate them for me, allowing his fingers to purposely graze my pussy with his movements.
“I have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he murmured, watching me as I whimpered. I had no time to speak before two of his fingers entered me. And as he drew them back out, I found myself chasing the loss. He smirked, teasing me as his thumb drove to my clit and his fingers pumped in and out of me nice and slow.
With each stroke, quiet moans spilt between my lips, and his eyes darted between my face to what he was doing to my body. He was just as turned on from watching what he was doing to me as the way I felt with him doing it.
“You’re perfect,” he remarked in a tone infused with awe, using his free hand to part my shirt. He clutched one of my breasts in his palm, feeling its weight before he squeezed.
My knees grew weak, and I reached out, gripping his shoulder and digging my nails into his skin for balance as I felt my release draw closer.
He hissed, continuing his assault on me, drawing his fingers in and out of my pussy as he added more pressure to my little nub. And with his other hand, he alternated between rolling my nipple and pinching my breast.
I was so turned on I didn’t want it to end. But he knew exactly what to do, and it felt so, so good.
“Oh, God, I’m going to come.”
“Then come,” he grunted. “Come now so that your mouth can fuck my cock.”
With his dirty words and a last pinch of my nipple, my nails drilled into his shoulders as wave after wave rippled through me, and I burst around his fingers.
When he didn’t retract straightaway, I had to force myself back, too sensitive to his touch.
“Your turn.”
“My turn?” He chuckled. “You sure you’re good?”
His fist wrapped around his cock, and I watched him stroke himself; my eyes transfixed on a bead of pre-cum that escaped from his tip.
“Yeah, I want to taste you.”
He groaned. “Drop onto your elbows. Ass in the air.”
I followed his instructions, and he pushed forward, directing the head of his cock onto my lips. It was soft, like velvet. My tongue darted out to lick the pre-cum declining down his head, and although the position I was in wasn’t the comfiest, I wanted to please him. Which was why when he told me to “Open up,” I parted my lips.
He pushed his cock between them, and as he did, I looked up at him from under my eyelashes, tasting the saltiness of his cum. His gaze was on me. His brows lowered like he was trying to control himself, but his eyes had become dark. I took him deeper into my mouth to show him I was willing to do anything he asked. I wanted him to lose control with me. I wanted his raw, primal honesty, even if it came like this.
Either he understood or he gave in, because he let go of his cock, giving me complete access. His hand came to the back of my head, his fingers weaving into my hair, securing a tight grip as he pushed me further down his length, praising me with words like “Good girl” and “That’s it.”
I moaned around his cock, and he used his hold on my hair to pull me back up. He looked down at me, eyes smouldering with want.
“Do that again, and I’ll be tempted to lay you down and fuck you.” His words were thick as he thrust into my mouth. “Right here.” Then he pulled himself back out. “Right now.”
I hollowed my cheeks, unsure I was doing it right. I’d only ever done this once, and it lasted all of thirty seconds before the guy pulled out and came all over himself. But Walker wasn’t just a guy. He was a man. A man that knew what he wanted and how to get it. So when he tightened the grip he had on my hair and fucked my mouth, pulling me back and forth along his cock and groaning every time he hit the back of my throat, I did my best to oblige, allowing him to use me for his pleasure.
“You look so fucking pretty with me in your mouth.” He pulled my hair back so just the head of his cock was between my lips, as if wanting to savour the moment. I was so turned on I swear I was dripping all down my thighs and over his sheets.
After a beat, he thrust to the back of my throat, and I couldn’t help myself. His words–the way he was using my body–only turned me on further. My eyes watered as he continued to thrust, and though he’d warned me, I moaned around his cock for the second time.
With his free hand, he held his palm against my cheek, effectively halting me. I leaned into his touch, noticing his jaw tick as he looked down at me, my mouth still full of his cock. “What did I say? Do you want me to fuck you?”
I was so needy for every inch of him that I whimpered an incoherent yes around his length. I wanted it all. I’d take anything he’d give me.
“You don’t mean that.”
But I did mean that.
I pulled back from his cock, and his hold on my hair loosened. He watched me as I sat back up on my knees, shirt parted, my body entirely on display.
He looked from my glossy eyes, eager and hungry for more of him, to my bare pussy, wet and willing. “Blue…”
His brow pinched when I bent my legs and laid back on the bed, bracing myself on my elbows. “Nate. I want this.”
“You’re serious?” He clutched his cock in his fist and began pumping himself, torn between waiting for my response and getting himself off.
“Do you have a condom?”
“I can’t have kids,” he said, observing my expression. “I had a vasectomy.”
“Okay,” I spoke slowly. Though he was looking at me like he expected me to ask why, I didn’t. Instead, I stored that information away for a future conversation and said, “I trust you. I want this, and I wouldn’t say that if I didn’t mean it.”
His nostrils flared, but he climbed on the bed and held his weight above me. I felt his cock against my pussy, but that was it. He didn’t force his way in. He didn’t make a move except to drop his head into my neck and speak against my throat. “If we do this, it’s done. You can’t take it back.”
“I know,” I murmured. “I won’t want to.”
He lifted his head from my neck to peer down between us, watching as he slid his cock back and forth against my folds. Getting himself nice and prepped.
“Final warning,” he said, needing me to be sure.
“Take it,” I told him with a shy smile. “My virginity’s yours, Nate Walker.”
His eyes danced with my own, searching for any sign of uncertainty. But he wouldn’t find any. I’d never been so sure of anything in my life.
I held on tightly to his shoulders as he angled himself at my entrance, and as he slowly edged inside of me, I lifted my hips to encourage him. His jaw ticked as he kept moving, and I whimpered as he met the resistance.
He paused. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” I breathed. Sweat coated my skin as I clenched around the pinch of intrusion.
“Blue, baby.” He dropped his forehead to mine, rubbing it from side to side. “Don’t do that.” I could hear the restraint in his voice when he said, “If you don’t want me to stop, then you need to relax. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not.” My voice shook. “Keep going.”
He wasn’t fully sheathed inside of me yet, and it seemed my nerves were getting the best of me. He withdrew and then pushed himself back in again slowly, taking my lips in a kiss and tangling his fingers in my hair as my pussy opened for him and my walls embraced his cock. His tongue fought with mine, and then he began to pump in and out in shallow thrusts, allowing me to get used to his girth.
Gradually, and with each thrust, I felt his resolve slip until he forced his way through the barrier and completely sheathed his cock inside of me, stretching me wide open.
I sucked in a breath at the uncomfortable pinch, but he didn’t stop, continuing to kiss me through my pain.
“Nate,” I breathed. “I’m so full. You’re so big.” I dug my nails into his back so hard I was sure I’d broken his skin.
He pulled out slowly, then pushed back in a little faster, a little further.
“I know, baby. You feel so fucking good.” He kissed me back greedily, angling my head to meet his and burying his cock inside of me before retreating and doing it again. “You’re taking my cock like such a good fucking girl.”
The discomfort lessened as he moved in and out of me, and I wrapped my legs around him, needing to feel him closer, needing to feel every inch of him as he entered me.
He pulled away from my mouth, untangled his hands from my hair, and raised on his arms. His gaze watched my tits as they bounced and then moved to his cock, where he made a show of thrusting in and out, painting himself with my arousal. It was sinful. Dirty. And I was utterly enamoured, because I never expected my first time to be with a man like Walker. A man who knew how to work my body into answering the way it did for him.
I whimpered, unsure if it was in pain or pleasure. His eyes darted back to my face, but he didn’t slow his thrusts. “Relax, baby. Lift your hips. Take my cock.”
I moaned his name between breaths until he leant back down, pressing his lips to mine in another tantalising kiss. Our chests touched, and the heat from our skin moulded as if we were one, the perspiration of our bodies glowing as I raised my hips and began meeting him thrust for thrust.
“Yeah, just like that,” he murmured over my lips as we found a steady rhythm. Again and again, he eased in and out of me until all I felt was him. Until all I breathed was the scent of our arousal. Until my toes were curling, my walls were squeezing, and he was forcing pleasure from somewhere no one else had ever been.
“Oh God, Nate.”
“Jesus, the feel of you…” he groaned.
My clit rubbed against him as he propelled his hips into me, and I found myself arching off the bed as he picked up the pace and plunged deeper inside my pussy. Only then did I convulse, clenching down around his cock while my whole body vibrated with release.
He dropped his head into my neck whispering a “fuck,” and I moaned as he continued to milk my orgasm out of me. In his next thrust, I felt his cock pulsate as he filled me with his cum.
Less than a minute passed before he rolled from me, pulling me with him to lay across his chest as our breathing levelled out. “Are you sore?” he rasped, trailing his hand across my thigh and then to my centre.
“A little.”
My pussy tingled as he soothed his fingers through my folds. His cum dripped out from me, mixed with my blood, and in the next second, I felt his finger push it back inside.
“Nate,” I gasped, embarrassed at the quantity of blood running from me. At the way he was watching where he touched me. At the mess we made over his sheets.
“Don’t do that,” he whispered. “You’re mine, Blue. You hear me? Mine. No one else gets this.”
His finger dipped in for the second time, and I clenched my thighs, trapping his hand between my legs and bathing in the burn of our repercussion.
“Yours?”
With his free hand, he brushed away some damp tendrils of hair stuck to my forehead and then pressed a gentle kiss against my temple.
“Mine.”
“Is it always like this?” I asked breathily, fixing my eyes on his.
Our eyes danced, but instead of an honest answer, all he said was, “We should shower.”
I wished we could stay like this all day, but I knew it was impossible with the day ahead of him. It’s why I didn’t protest. It’s why I didn’t repeat my question. And it’s why, after a few more quiet moments, I let him carry me from the bed and into his en-suite the same way he had the night before.
WALKER
ME AND BLUE showered together and then went our separate ways to get ready for our workday. Last night wasn’t planned, but I wasn’t sure how to respond with alcohol in my system and her questions over Sophia. Even for me, deflecting her questions using physical advances was a low blow. I shouldn’t have gone there, but I had. And then this morning happened. Was there any point resisting when we kept moving further and further away from a line we’d already crossed? Just remembering how she felt wrapped around my cock made me hard again. I couldn’t seem to get enough of the girl, and I couldn’t decide if taking her virginity was righteous or foolish. Whether I’d made a mistake when I told her she was mine, knowing there was so much against us.
The events of last night and this morning had to be put on hold though, because tonight was fight night. I still had shit to do. I couldn’t be thinking of Blue with so much on my mind. Not when I was already running behind schedule. I only hoped she understood how important the event was to me and the club. It contained not just mine but the whole of The Lagoon’s blood, sweat, and tears. It was a big fucking deal, one that I knew had the potential to get us back on the straight and narrow as long as nothing went tits up. Which reminded me that I still had the situation with Sophia to contend with. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. She was up to something, and if there was one thing I was sure of, it was that I didn’t have time for her ridiculous games. I needed to contact my solicitor again and have him tell me what the fuck I was meant to do. Perhaps offer me a solution on how to solve this.
Why couldn’t she just sign the divorce papers or attempt to be amicable? Why couldn’t she take what I’d offered and disappear from my life the same way she entered?
Me and Blue met Finley outside the penthouse, and I opened her door for her to climb in before I got situated in the back, careful to stand behind her, so no bystanders saw up her skirt. If she wanted to wear clothes that showed more skin than I thought necessary, that was her prerogative. But I wouldn’t allow perverts to upskirt her or take a mental image so they could jack off to it later.
I sat in the middle of the backseat, legs spread, and as she fastened her seat belt, she looked over her shoulder at me, holding back a smile. I was mid-way taking my phone from the pocket of my beige coat when I caught it. My mouth pulled into a smirk, and I couldn’t seem to tear my eyes away from her glossy lips. Fuck, I wanted to kiss her again. I wanted to do a lot more than kiss her. Again and again. Over and over.
Finley cleared his throat, and Blue swung around to face the front.
I met his eyes in the mirror before refocusing on my phone. “To the club, please, Finley.”
Of course, he already knew that, but he also knew better than just to assume.
Before I opened my emails, I found myself texting Blue. I didn’t want Finley to know, and the two of us were yet to discuss this morning, but I knew I couldn’t have anyone looking at us and thinking something was going on. Not when her father was so close to handing me The Lagoon. And not with Sophia showing up at the club unannounced. How the fuck was I to know that she wouldn’t weave Blue into her twisted discord with me? How do I know that she wouldn’t take away the first bit of uncharacteristic happiness I’d experienced in a long time? Because that’s what this feeling was, wasn’t it?
Blue. She made me… feel some type of way. And not the way I ever felt when I was with Sophia. I was becoming attached, and I didn’t want to think how that attachment would be fleeting. How if we did become something more, we wouldn’t last because the stages in our lives were so vastly different. She had her whole life ahead of her. And I’d already experienced so much of mine–even if I had to grow up a lot sooner than most.
My fingers flew over the screen, and I hesitated only a second before hitting send.
Strictly business at the club, brat.
Her phone chimed, and I peeked up from my screen, watching as she slid her hand into the Prada bag at her feet.
She pulled out her phone and read my message, and as my eyes darted back to my own, I watched the three dots appear to indicate she was replying before disappearing again.
I frowned. She had to understand that me and her… were temporary. That she was mine temporarily, and I was… fuck. How could she know any of it when she didn’t know why she was here? How could she understand it when I barely understood it myself? Whenever she neared anything resembling the truth, I diverted us in another direction. Anytime I felt like this was something–anytime we acted on impulse–I found myself unwilling to accept it. I was unwilling to be honest with myself because it was fucking ridiculous that I’d begun to feel things for her I definitely shouldn’t have felt.
I quickly typed out another text before she responded with something less than sassy, deciding to be honest, not just with her but with myself. For once, I wasn’t going to tell a fucking lie.
Whatever you’re thinking, know that this morning meant something to me. You mean something to me.
The dots appeared again, and two seconds later, I received her reply.
Okay.
“Okay,” I read aloud.
Blue shifted in her seat, and Finley looked to me via the wing mirror, a touch of a frown on his ageing forehead. But he didn’t say anything, because why would he? His words of wisdom and supposedly caring lectures only came about when I’d had a drink. Or two. Or nine.
But “okay.” So what the fuck did okay mean, exactly?
And what the fuck was I doing?
