Page 27 of Passion in Bloom

Chapter 9

Heather

I didn’t want to talkto him. Not about David. Not about my past.

Talking, about anything, was suddenly overrated.

With his lips soft yet demanding against mine, I couldn’t think about talking. I was deprived of thinking at all. I could only feel. The hot urgency of his kisses. The sweet suction of his lips. And the insistent stroke of his tongue. I’d never been kissed like this before, where the line between intimacy and carnal need was blurred. I’d never kissed a man like this before, as though my heart would race too fast and explode if I was prevented from exploring and tasting him again and again.

His fingers held my head in a slightly possessive grip, but instead of feeling commanded or controlled, I felt treasured and snared—right where I wanted to be.

He groaned, making out with me and giving me little grunts when I ground against the huge erection tenting his gray sweatpants.

His gray sweatpants. As if that should even be legal, hanging so low on his hips when he wasn’t wearing a shirt.

I knew the second he opened the door that I’d have a hard time remembering what the hell I’d come here to say. And now look at me. Weak and crumbling to demand all his kisses. I’d said my piece, but I’d ended up caving anyway.

Now that I had fallen though, giving in to the desire that couldn’t be tamed between us, I didn’t want it to end. Feeling free and in the moment, I grew bolder in wanting to keep this going.

Kissing wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I wanted to taste him.

I pulled back, letting the heady rush of this to get to me. The smoldering heat in his gaze was my undoing, and the desperate tug of pulling me close for another kiss made me feel so strong and powerful.

This was me making him unhinged and so desperate. This was us, colliding and crashing together in such a way that we shouldn’t. We’d both said that we wanted no attachments with anyone, yet the draw between us didn’t obey.

Charged by this need, I slipped out of his hands a little bit to kiss along his neck. As I did, my pulse raced. My mind swirled with nonsensical nothing, only feeling and reaching lower. Dragging my hands over his abs, I eventually found the elastic of his sweats. One push down had the soft material falling, and much to my pleasure, his dick right was there, springing out. Pointing toward me. Aiming at my hand as I took hold of his hard, long shaft and stroked it a few times.

“I don’t want to talk,” I reminded him.

His gaze turned darker as I lowered to my knees.

“I’ve got something else in mind.” Still holding his dick with my fingers wrapped around him, I lifted my face until I could touch the tip of my tongue to the glistening bead of pre-cum. His head was wide and soft, just the perfect girth to wrap my lips around. So salty. So tasty. I lapped up the moisture of his arousal, spreading my mouth more open to suck him in further.

“Fuck. Gorgeous, you—” He lost his train of thought, grunting hard as I sucked deeper, hallowing my cheeks to get all the vacuum I could manage with his dick stuffed in my mouth.

If I had the room to smile, I would have. Because this right here, was what I’d needed.

Power. Control. The freedom to just do what I wanted. I wasn’t ready to go for more between us. I clung to the belief that we shouldn’t be doing this at all. But damn, did I want to rock his world and blow his mind. I wanted to blow him, and I set about doing just that. Holding his ass cheeks in my hands, I used that leverage to pull him into my mouth and down my throat.

His hands returned to my head, but in a loose, gentle caress. He didn’t grip my hair to force me to go faster. He didn’t hold my skull and slam into me.

Only a light touch. A careful stroke as he brushed my long hair back.

Looking up at him, I caught sight of the rapt desire burning in his eyes. Liquid heat shone in those light green orbs. Then as I watched, bobbing on his hardness, the tendons and muscles in his neck and jaw tightened. His facial features hardened, almost stiffening as he gave in to the pleasure and came.

Hot ropes of cum shot into my mouth and down my throat, and while I was expecting it, hoping for it, I jerked a bit in surprise. I swallowed him down, not stopping as I breathed hard through my nose as he came. Those trunks of muscles shook. His legs trembled even as I pulled off him. Once I released his ass, he staggered back a step and breathed hard.

“Damn, gorgeous.”

“That’s a lot better than talking, isn’t it?” I teased.

He scowled, shaking his head and sitting with his dick still standing up. I’d licked him clean, but as I glanced at the wet rod, I wanted to do it all over again.

I didn’t have to think. Or worry. He’d given me a hell of a gift in letting go with him. Even if I didn’t come, the break from having my mind run a mile a minute was a blessing.

“No.” He wheezed out a long breath, eyeing me carefully. “As...fun as that was, I want you to feel comfortable to talk to me.”

I huffed out a laugh as I stood. “But it’s all right if I’m comfortable enough to suck your dick?”