Change of Hart (Wells Ranch, #3)(88)

“Baby, this is definitely not the time or place to be praying.”

Jerk.

“I think I need to,” I say breathlessly—a small part of me thankful for the conversation, because it means there’s a break between the most intense orgasms of my life. “It might be the only way I survive this.”

“All you have to do is say the magic word and I’ll ease up.” He homes in on my protruding nipple, flicking his tongue gently over it while he waits for my answer. Becoming impatient, he turns to biting and sucking at my tits. No doubt leaving the same type of hickeys he marked me with last time.

My problem, it turns out, is I’m too stubborn to admit defeat. Instead, I need to win at his game. Make him come so hard he can’t go on. “Fuck me.”

His tongue darts out to lick his lips, and he slowly fists his cock between my legs. “Yeah?”

“I need to feel you, and I want to watch you come all over my pussy.”

This time, it’s him who has to catch his breath. “Blair…fuck.”

I sit up, pulling him to meet me, and kiss him. His lips taste like my arousal, and I relax into the way he’s loving me with a tenderness I’ve only ever had with him. Sure, he might be pleasure domming the fuck out of me, leaving me squirming and crying out for him to stop. But he also checks in to see if I’m ready to use the safe word, gently massages my lower belly while I come down from an orgasm, and presses feather-light kisses to my thighs despite the way they tremble out of control. It’s the difference between random hookups and sex with the love of your life.

“One more first.” He winks, and I groan as I fall back onto the pillows, but my hips instinctively lift when he brushes my torso with his lips.

“You know something?” he muses, drawing small patterns on my pink, tender skin with the pad of a finger, touching everywhere except my clit. In theory, I should be touched out, but I find myself silently pleading for release again. Needing him to never stop touching me.

“Mmm?” I drowsily grumble.

“I could spend the rest of my life right here. It’s warm and comfy, I can have the tastiest meal on Earth anytime I want, and the view is stunning.”

Then his tongue makes unexpected sharp contact with my clit, and I cry out. “Denver, fuck. Fuck me, please. I can’t take it anymore.”

“Are you feeling ready for some ice cream, baby?” He rocks forward to trail the flat of his tongue from my clit to my belly button, like he’s licking soft serve.

“I’m not tapping out—I need something more than your fingers. I need you.”

He stops to think for a moment, looking around the room with mussed-up hair and a wild look in his eye. “I’m sure I can find something around here to fill you.”

“No!” I sit straight up in a flash. “I’ve done rotations in emergency. You are not putting a random object inside me.”

“Well, you need something, because I’m not giving you my cock yet.” He chews on the inside of his cheek, eyes still scanning the small cabin.

“I-I have something…in my duffel bag.”

“You’ve been holding out on me?” He scoffs, practically tripping over himself to get to my bag on the floor. The unmistakable zipper noise echoes through the room, and he laughs softly under his breath. “Blair Hart. You love making things easy for me, don’t you?”

“I just love giving myself a challenge.”

His chest rises and falls in a wild commotion as he’s crawling back up the bed and filling the air with a heavenly hum. “I bet you’re going to come so fucking hard with a bit of help from our little friend here.”

I packed my vibrator because my mom often tears the house apart looking for items she’s misplaced, and the last thing I need is her finding my hot pink dildo. I didn’t expect I’d need to use it during my first weekend alone with Denver, but this is a nice bonus.

The rabbit vibrator slips between my thighs, filling me almost as good as his cock would. The small ears press square on my clit, rocking my body with an intense wave of pleasure.

Denver cups my chin and gives me a soft peck. “You want me to fuck you?”

“More than anything,” I whimper, trying and failing splendidly to hold the impending orgasm at bay.

“Mmm. I think I’ll let our friend have a turn first. See exactly how many times you can come in a single night. I want you fucking feral for me.” He grips the base of the vibrator, shifting it slightly so my cries fill the room. “Come on it. Show me what you’re going to do with my cock.”

His tongue flickers over my nipple, and I’m a goner. Muscles quivering and jaw clenched, I unravel in under a minute. Crying his name as my feet drag across the sheets, making a corner pop off the mattress. When I finally come back down from whatever part of heaven he just sent me to, I find him holding up the saturated vibrator like a trophy.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to see my cock dripping with your cum like this.” He smirks before giving the silicone a languid stroke of his tongue to clean my mess. “Get on your knees and turn around.”

Denver sits back on his heels, stroking himself from end to end while I switch positioning. His palm falls to my right thigh, demanding my legs farther apart.

“Get comfortable, but keep that ass up for me.”