Blaze (Virtues & Lies 3)

“Relax,” I tell her, sitting next to her on the bed.

“Relax?” It’s the first time in a while I’ve seen her move so quick as she rises from the bed and stands between my thighs. Her eyes sink right down my body to where my cock is throbbing between us. “Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve had sex?”

When I don’t answer, she growls in frustration. Her hands pull at the top of my joggers, forcibly trying to work them off me.

“Stop, Fleur.”

“Why?”

“You’re working yourself up, and you’ll end up not enjoying it.” With difficulty, I manage to pry her hands off my bottoms. “Sit down.”

“Get naked,” she counters my order.

“Okay.” Standing, I grasp her waist so I can turn her and sit her in my space. “Don’t move.”

“Why?”

“Fuck, you’re frustrating!” I take a step back and strip what’s left of my clothes. “It’s my birthday, I get to do what I want.”

“You always do what you want anyway.” She glares up at me with a churlish pout that makes it impossible not to trace her lips with my thumb. “So what’s new?”

“If you want to get fucked, you’ll shut up right fucking now.” I step closer to her.

“Tha—”

“Ah-ah…” I silence her with my finger. Pushing it into her mouth, I hold her tongue down. “Unless I tell you to open it, this hole can stay closed.”

Water pools in her mouth, and I chuckle. She claims she knows me—well, I know her too. I know what she likes. How she needs it. As much as she fights for it, ultimately she wants me to take control.

Sweeping the spit from her mouth with my finger, I spread it around her lips as I stroke my dick with my other hand. Her eyes are already glistening, and I haven’t fed her my cock yet.

“Now,” I sigh, pinching her chin and lifting it so our stares level. “Open up, Trouble.”

Dark chocolate eyes widen on mine, and when she doesn’t do as I tell her, I push my finger back into her mouth and wedge it open.

“I said open.”

“Wha—” she begins, but before she can get any further, I hold her tongue down again.

“I said open, not talk or make noise. Open. It’s a simple instruction, right?”

She does as she’s told, and as I feed my dick into her mouth, her hands close around my wrist, squeezing and squeezing as I shallow in and out of her mouth. I know how she likes to get fucked, but the fact that she’s pregnant is a constant reminder to go slow.

Sinking a little deeper, I brush her hair from her face before I pull out of her mouth and pull her to her feet. Her pebbled nipples graze my torso as I smooth her disarray of raven hair again.

Fleur’s so fucking beautiful, and for all her bravado and snipe, she doesn’t realise how much. She has no idea how much I actually love her.

“You don’t have to go easy on me. I can take whatever…” she tells me as I sit on the bed and draw her to me. I cup her wet pussy, running my middle finger between her engorged lips as I remind her, “I said quiet.”

There’s a subtle nod, and

my chest tightens with the need to kiss her. I know Fleur can take whatever I give her, and more, but she’s been through so much that all I want to do is care for her.

She gives more than she’s ever asked for. More than she ever will ask from me, and I want to love her even without telling her the words. Because at the root of all there is to her, that’s all she wants—to be loved. For someone to pick her above everything else.

Her hands hold on to my biceps as I work her clit with my thumb and her entrance with the tip of my finger.

“Oh fuck,” she breathes, her legs trembling with her desperate breaths. “I’m going to come.”