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“You can’t just say things like that to me and expect me not to completely fall for you, Bordeaux,” I tell him, finding my truth to be terrifying, even to me. I don’t know if I’m ready to fall for him. I don’t know if I’m ready to fall for anyone, not after what that asshole did to me. I feel like I’m jaded past the point of return, and if I really am, will I be any good for Bordeaux? Or will I just take him down in my own fucked-up, sinking ship?
“What if I want you to fall for me?” he asks, pulling me into him, running his finger along my bottom lip. “What if I can’t imagine not being able to kiss your perfect lips?” He bends down and steals my breath with his mouth, sending me spinning before he pulls away. “What if I want you in every single sense of the word?”
My entire body feels like jelly and if this is wrong, I swear I never want to be right again. “I want you, too.” It’s a scary truth, but one I can’t deny. “It would be tragic if we were both too afraid to even give this a shot, don’t you think?”
Bordeaux leads me back into the recording booth, the candles lighting our way. I always imagined booths like this to be small, but this one is at least the size of my room in my parents’ house. It’s so much larger than I expected before seeing it the first time. Blankets and pillows—that I’m assuming he brought himself—are strewn all over the floor, like one big, comfy bed. When I was in here before, I was just concentrating on the microphone and Bordeaux, but now I can really get a sense for why he loves this space so much.
Bordeaux turns around to face me. “Now, we’re in my favorite place in the world.” He tilts my chin up so I’m looking directly into his eyes, not even caring to take in the space around us right now because all I can see is him.
He brings his mouth back onto mine, and I’m instantly pulling him by the shirt, forcing him against me. Every single nerve in my body is screaming, on fire with want, with an intense need for him. He reaches under my shirt, running his hands up my stomach and over my chest, breaking our kiss just long enough to bring his mouth to my ear and bite down.
“God, I want you so fucking badly,” Bordeaux’s whisper in my ear is damn near enough to send me over the edge. I tilt my head back, needing his mouth on my skin again, beckoning him to trail his lips across my neck. “Tell me you want me, Isla.”
I shudder at his words, but his body against mine makes me want to do and say things I normally wouldn’t. He grabs ahold of my chin between his thumb and index finger and angles my head until I’m looking at him. His eyes. The ocean, storms and ravenous waves. I see it all inside his piercing gaze. He is both wrath and safety.
“Isla,” his voice is low, husky, “tell me you want me.”
“I want you, Bordeaux,” I tell him practically before the words even fall from his lips for a second time. He peels my shirt off me and drops it delicately onto the ground, making sure to avoid the flickering flames. With a sly smirk, he unbuttons my jeans, sliding them down as he falls to his knees, my center and his face mere inches apart.
I let in a sharp intake of breath as Bordeaux groans, pressing his face into me, the only barrier between my skin and his lips is my black satin thong.
“Goddamn, Isla. The things you do to me,” he says, looking up at me. A smile plays out on my lips, I can’t control it. He yanks my panties down with one firm tug and in a fraction of a second, my leg is over his shoulder and his mouth is on me, his tongue circling my clit slowly, with just enough pressure to make every single fiber of my being drown in want for him. His beard against my skin is everything I thought it would be.
A moan escapes my lips. “B, don’t you dare stop,” I practically beg as I buck my hips into him, wanting to savor every second his mouth is on me. It feels so good, too good. My need for release is so strong that I know it’ll be seconds before I’m coming undone and needing more.
He looks up at me, waves glistening in his eyes, his mouth still on my center, tongue circling my clit and lapping down to my opening, teasing me before going back up. My breath comes out faster in shorter, jagged bursts as I feel the familiar warmth rise inside of me.
“Yes,” I moan, needing him to know how fucking good he’s making me feel. “Yes, B. I’m going to come. Fuck, yes. Please.” The words coming out of my mouth might not make sense, but neither does everything I’m feeling as Bordeaux tongue-fucks me to oblivion.
I grab his head and bring it into me further, my legs shaking as I lose all control. I come as he groans the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard in my entire life, the vibration of his voice on my core, along with his tongue, proves to be too much for me to handle.
Bordeaux rises from his knees, and when he does, he simultaneously drops his pants to the floor, revealing how hard he is for me. Knowing I can evoke that kind of response from him sends a chill down my spine. I can’t help but allow my eyes to linger on his shaft, at how big he is. How ready he is.
He presses his mouth to mine so I can taste myself on his lips before pulling back, running his thumb over my bottom lip. “You taste like sugar,” he says with a smile. “So fucking good, Isla.”
My hands find his cock and I run one finger down his length as he tips his head backward. “Don’t tell me you’re going to tease me,” he groans before meeting my gaze once more. I grasp him and start to stroke, feeling him pulsate under my touch. His mouth is on my breasts, alternating between each nipple, his fingers finding their way back to my center without even looking, like he’s already memorized every inch of my body.
Within seconds, he’s got me positioned on the ground and he’s on top of me, my hand wrapped around him as he spreads my legs open.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” Bordeaux flashes a taunting smile as he reaches into his jeans that are splayed out next to us, swiping protection from his pocket. He rips the foil open and unrolls it onto his cock in one swift motion as I nod. His fingers find my center again and he inserts just one. “Yeah,” he says in tandem with a low groan, “you feel ready.” He bends down to kiss me, his amber scent intoxicating me, and our chests heave against one another, both of us more than ready for what’s about to happen.
He eases himself inside and we let out a collective gasp as he buries his length into me.
“Holy shit, Isla,” Bordeaux groans. “Holy shit.”
He locks his eyes on mine as he starts rhythmically moving his hips, slowly entering me, filling me before leaving me wanting, and repeating it all over again. He groans again, his mouth finding mine, our tongues sweeping over one another as he continues his pace. The feeling of connecting with him this way is unreal, unexplainable.
“I want to savor every single second of this, but you feel so fucking good, I don’t think I can control myself. I’m trying,” Bordeaux says, pulling away from my mouth and then instantly burying his face in my neck, biting my skin.
“Don’t control yourself,” I tell him as he pulls all the way out of me, slowly entering again. I buck my hips toward his, beckoning him. The way he’s moving against me, into me, is euphoric. It’s unlike any other sexual encounter I’ve ever had, because he’s actually taking his time, methodically filling me inch by inch. He pulls back, watching me as he enters, holding himself deep inside me. “Don’t control yourself, B. Make me yours. Make me remember this night for the rest of my life.”
And with that, I watch as Bordeaux loses any ounce of control he still had left.
He leans away from me, pulling my legs up and over his shoulders. His head falls back as we let our moans out in sync, in unison, like a melody all our own. He’s no longer fucking me in his gentle, perfect way.
Now, he’s full-on ravaging me. His pounding into me with a force that’s unparalleled, that’s the stuff of pure, wet, sexual dreams. He’s moving so hard and fast against me that I reach my hands back, trying to latch onto anything to keep myself in place. Every single time he drives deeper inside of me, I cry out. Never have I ever been fucked like this. Ever. In my life. My world spins as he thrusts in and out of me.
I’m on the cusp of losing all control again, the familiar feeling rising in my center as I moan his name louder.
