Page 199 of The Storm

We tumble onto the bed and clothes go left and right until we’re both naked.

I start to flip us over. I need to be in control. Because this is so fucking much. Blue’s hand presses down on the middle of my chest.

“Let me,” he says softly.

I drop onto my back.

He lets out a pleased sound that makes me laugh helplessly, and then he’s moving lower, working his way down my body, lips soft and hot as he trails openmouthed kisses over my chest.

The feel of his mouth on my nipples, his teeth raking over them, tongue soothing, makes me arch and twist on the bed. His cock grows harder between my thighs.

Soon I don’t think at all anymore.

His hand moves lower, and he’s cupping my dick. His tongue swipes over my belly button, and he moves lower still.

When his mouth closes around my cock, there’s a moment when my brain short circuits, only able to register that it’s hot and wet, and there’s suction. I moan out loud and my hips thrust without warning.

Blue’s palm covers my mouth.

“Shh,” he whispers. “We’re not alone.”

He sucks me until I can’t think about anything. I’m probably too loud anyway.

His palm stays on my mouth when he works himself inside me.

His hips move enticingly slowly, rolling into me. He takes his time, impossibly steady and in control while he drives me out of my fucking mind.

I don’t think, I just feel. Blue above me and inside me, fucking into me deep and slow. His lips come down on mine, and then I’m shaking and shivering and groaning into his mouth as I come.

He presses his mouth into my shoulder, hips pistoning relentlessly, and comes with a gasp of his own.

Much later, we’re both lying on our stomachs, his leg thrown over the backs of my thighs, his fingers caressing up and down my back. He looks sleepy and content and happy, and seeing him like that… It’s complicated.

First and foremost, seeing him happy makes me happy. That part is simple.

Everything else, though? It’s as if I’m finally being forced to look at the life I’ve been building for myself and see beyond what’s right in front of my face. I’m suddenly starting to see the big picture. All the lies I’ve told myself. All the anger that’s been clouding my judgment. All the righteous pettiness I’ve been telling myself I deserve to feel.

There’s a nagging feeling that once I truly stop lying to myself, I won’t like what I see.

Blue’s breathing evens out, and he burrows closer to me, mumbling something in his sleep.

I wrap myself around him and close my eyes.

I wakeup to the feel of Blue’s lips moving against the base of my throat. I wrap my arms around him tighter and yawn.

He bites down on my collarbone and laughs when my cock jerks before he rolls out of bed.

I grab his arm. “Where do you think you’re going?”

He sends me an amused look before he leans over for a quick kiss and pulls away again too soon. He picks his underwear up off the floor. “I have a job.”

I drop back down on the bed with a groan, and he laughs, sounding so impossibly light.

“I’m already late,” he says as he rushes out the door. I get up and follow him. He hops around in the bathroom on one foot, toothbrush hanging from his mouth, trying to pull up his jeans.

I straighten the collar of his shirt while he chucks stuff into his backpack.

“I have to go,” he says when I grab the hem of his shirt and tug him toward me.