Page 84 of Blue Line

I stare down at the man below me, who looks as though he’s about to lose his mind. Watching him touch me in the mirror. Holy shit, that was hot with a capital H. Wonder if he’d fuck me in front of it. And now I’m even more turned on.

I lift up until just the tip of his cock is inside me before slamming back down and taking all of him. I repeat the process a few times, eliciting moans from both of us. He grips my hips but doesn’t try to take over, letting me control the pace.

“I’m so close. I need you to come again. Touch yourself.”

Happy to oblige, I reach down and strum my clit with one hand while pinching my nipple with the other. He holds me steady, helping me bounce on top of him.

“Yes, like that,” I tell him as the orgasm builds.

“Come on my cock, tornado. I want to feel you squeezing me before I fill you up.”

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” I chant as my orgasm plows into me.

He ruts up into me a few times; how he even has the core strength to do that is beyond me, and then he’s coming with a roar. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and I swear his orgasm triggers another one for me, or maybe it’s a continuation of the one before.

I fall forward onto his chest, and he cradles me against him, running a hand over my back. We lie like that for who knows how long before he pulls out of me, and I whine at the empty feeling.

“Do you need another round, tornado?”

“Maybe,” I mutter.

He hums, stroking my pussy gently, his fingers tracing through the mess we made.

“Are you pushing your cum back inside of me?”

“Yes.”

I can’t help the grin that breaks out on my face. “Didn’t know you had a breeding kink.”

His gaze darkens as his focus bounces between my face and his cum leaking out of my pussy. He visibly swallows. “I didn’t know I did either.”

I pat the bed next to me. “Lie down with me.”

He gathers me into his arms so my head is resting on his chest. We lie in silence for a few minutes. My eyes drift closed.

I could get used to this.

Scenes of future us dance into my head. Him coming home after a road trip and us falling into bed. Falling asleep in his bed, now our bed, when he’s on the road. Going on trips together. Getting married. Him retiring. Traveling. Growing old together.

I blink my eyes open, pushing to sit up, my heart racing. I scrub a hand down my face and start to climb out of bed.

“Where are you going?” he asks.

“I’m gonna get cleaned up.”

“Let me do it. You stay there. I’ll get a washcloth.” He hops to his feet.

I try to push down the panic telling me that things can’t, won’t, work out between Wes and me. Relationships never work out for me. This one is no different. He’ll soon realize that I’m not who he really wants, and we’ll break up.

“You alright, tornado?”

I blink out of my thoughts. How long has he been standing there? Pull your shit together, Hadley. “Sorry, just tired.”

He smirks, climbing onto the bed and cleaning me up, despite my protests that I can do it myself, before I get up to use the bathroom.

“What do you want to do for the rest of the night?” he asks when I’m lying down next to him again.

“Watch a movie.” I stifle a yawn.