Even Better (Stripped 2.50)

“He thinks I’m too rough with you.”

My eyes widen in the dark. “He told you that?”

“He didn’t have to. We know each other well, even if we don’t always agree. He probably asked you to go with him. Didn’t he?”

Not with words. But that kiss… “I never would have.”

Blue leans down and lines his cock against my cunt. “I wouldn’t have let you go.”

A push of hips and then he’s invading me, inside me, so deep I gasp and squirm away. Large hands hold me down, keeping me in place as he forces the rest of him in.

“Too much,” I gasp. Too fast.

“You can take it,” Blue says darkly, his voice rough with pleasure. “He doesn’t have any fucking clue how much you can take. Sometimes I think you don’t either.”

He pulls out and thrusts back inside, making me whimper. My sounds just spur him on. He fucks me harder and faster until the world is a shadowy blur. I let it overtake me, the passion and the pain. He is the water, and I’m the ocean floor, held down by his weight, made soft with his motion, finding peace in the riotous waves above me.

Chapter Thirteen

I fall into a dreamless sleep after Blue collapses on top of me. I know I have things to worry about, things that might break us, things that break me, but I let them drift away under his comforting weight. Comforting, because I know I can’t get away. Because I know he won’t let me go.

When I wake up, Blue is already awake—and watching me.

“Morning,” I say sleepily.

His lips quirk up. “It’s afternoon.”

I blink. “Why aren’t you at work?”

“Seemed like I might be needed at home.”

I sit up in dismay. “I don’t want you to feel like you need to stay here because of…whatever. Because of my insecurity. You should be able to do what you want to and—”

“This is what I want, beautiful. You are what I want.”

I’m not wholly satisfied, but I sigh in defeat anyway. The truth is I’m beyond grateful to find him here, solid and loving beside me. And naked. I swing my leg over and straddle him.

He regards me from beneath dark lashes, his expression implacable. “What are you doing?”

A shrug. “You always call me beautiful.”

“Because you are.”

I trace a finger down the center of his chest, the valley that leads to his abs—and lower. “You’re beautiful too, you know that?”

He looks amused. “That so?”

My hands are trembling as they slide over his hips, the same hips that are spreading my knees wide. That’s what he does to me—he opens me up, when I didn’t think I could open up to anyone. When I didn’t think I deserved it or that I was even capable of it. He forced his way in, his love like a goddamn battering ram.

“Beautiful,” I say, aiming for confident. He doesn’t comment on the fact that my voice is barely a breath. Maybe because I lean down and kiss him, right on a dark, flat nipple. He sucks in a breath, and I work my way over the ridges of his abs. “Beautiful,” I whisper without a sound.

His cock is straining for attention, already hard and thick and standing straight up. It’s demanding my attention, but I ignore the command, turning instead to his muscled thighs, working my way inward. He shifts slightly, spreading his legs so I can reach his balls. I lick and tease him until he’s groaning with frustration. “Suck me,” he says, his voice hard. His fist is hard too, where he clasps my shoulder.

I pull away. “Blue.”

His eyes are dark. They promise retribution.

It makes me smile, because I want him to pay me back. I want him to turn the tables. Not yet, not yet. “You’re beautiful, Blue,” I tell him, somber now. “And I love you.”