Double Bossed

He dipped me, following the lines on my throat with his eyes. I felt the burn on my skin when we touched. I rose slowly and his hands slid around my waist, pulling me to his chest. My eyes widened when I felt the hardness against my hip. Was he as turned on as I was?

I swallowed hard, trying to pay attention to the beat. Pretending that the rhythm of the music mattered, but suddenly, the only sensations I knew were the ones from Blaine. His hands slowly trailed along my hips, digging his fingers into my skirt, gripping my ass.

I gasped. The lights were low, but holy shit. This was hot.

My heart beat wildly.

His fingers began to raise the hem of my skirt. I locked eyes with him, shaking my head. This wasn’t happening.

He licked his lips before diving toward me for a kiss. I whimpered as I felt his tongue slide along mine. God, why did he have to be such a good kisser? I threw my arms around his neck, abandoning all the reasons I wanted to stay mad. The music pulsed around us and I held on for dear life.

Finally, the song ended and I realized neither one of us had moved.

“Do you want to get out of here?” he whispered in my ear.

It was like last time, except now I had all the information. I knew what this man was capable of doing. I knew he could screw me and not look back. I knew I would wake up alone tomorrow. I knew what it felt like when he looked in my eyes. I knew what he tasted like. I knew how my body shattered when he was inside me. I knew all of those things. And I knew I was going to say yes.

***

“Do you have a curfew?” I asked, locking my hotel room behind us. It seemed like a dumb question, but if Blaine was going to come up with an excuse to ditch me, I wanted to get it out in the open now.

He reached for my face, dragging my lips under his.

I moaned at the forcefulness. He was so fucking sexy and confident.

“No, love. No curfew until the games open.”

He peeled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor. I

stared, remembering I had seen this glorious body once before. It didn’t mean I’d ever get used to it.

He tilted my chin upward before taking a fistful of hair in his hands, yanking my head for a powerful kiss. He thrust his tongue between my lips and I sucked and bit, hungry to taste him again. My hands trailed over his skin, tracing the smoothness of his chest when I landed on his buckle.

I couldn’t describe every man in detail I had slept with, but a cock like Blaine Crews’s was not one I’d ever forget. I knew every part of it intimately and knowing we were getting ready to get reacquainted had my panties on fire. I slung the belt buckle off his button and smiled when I unzipped the zipper.

As I shoved the khakis from his hips he found the zipper on the side of my skirt and shimmied it over my hips.

God, things were going fast. Too fast. But I couldn’t slow it down even if I wanted to. I looked into Blaine’s eyes when he shoved me backward on the bed.

I sunk into the feather mattress. “What the—”

But he knelt between my knees. “There’s something I wanted last time we were together.” His index finger drew a lazy circle on the top of my thigh and I sighed. He snapped the side of my panties.

“Oh.” I swallowed hard.

“I never got a taste, love.” He kissed along the top of the lace and snatched the fabric with his teeth.

Oh my God. I watched as he ripped them at the seam. His eyes filled with lust. I couldn’t look away. I didn’t want to. I was completely turned on and fascinated by everything he did to my body. Every nerve ending pulsed.

He ran his thick fingers through my slit and I moaned. “Shit, Blaine,” I cursed through my teeth. He had to see how swollen and needy my clit was.

“Fuck, you’re hot.” He lowered his head between my legs. He blew a steady breath and I bucked forward desperate to feel his tongue. Desperate to feel his fingers.

He propped my heels on his massive shoulders and started a slow lick around my entrance, stopping to circle my clit.

“Ohh.” I clutched at the sheets, bucking for more.

“Feels good?” He looked up to watch my reaction.