“Huh, considering this isn’t the bathroom, it smells like a load of bullshit in here.” Blade muses. Daniel’s jaw hardens as his focus switches over to Blade. “You should go back to your stream bunnies, Decker. Get them to lick your wounds.”
“Why don’t you take off that mask and say it to my face.”
“I wouldn’t want to make you feel worse about yourself when you see how handsome I am.”
“I know you’re ugly as shit under there.”
“At least I know people follow me because I’m actually a good gamer, unlike someone who sits around shirtless eighty percent of the time.”
“Fuck you, Blade.” Daniel snarls before pushing past us and slamming the closet door behind him. I let go of Blade and allow myself to fall back against the door, slowly sinking to the ground, ass resting against my heels.
Blade crouches before me, silver chain swinging across his neck. My eyes trace the veins there before they get lost under his shirt. My heart is beating faster in Blade’s mere presence than it was when Daniel was hounding me.
“I’m going to ask you this again, and I want the truth. Are you alright?”
His voice isn’t deep, but it has this guttural tone to it. Something that draws you in, like a siren song. No wonder people don’t care about seeing his face, his voice is all you need. You just want to hear more, even if it’s only for a second.
“Like I said, I’m fine. Some jackass’s shitty comments aren’t enough to tear down my walls.”
It’s the truth. Daniel never really freaked me out. He was just being rude as fuck. In fact, he only made me angry. Secondhand goods? As if. Chase was the one sticking his hot dog in various buns. I can’t believe Daniel had the gall to act like my vagina wasn’t good enough for him. I bet he has a pencil dick.
“Yeah, I can see that. You’ve got a little fire in you.”
“Try a volcano.”
Blade laughs, and my abdomen clenches in response.
“Why in the world did you think it was a smart idea to follow Decker out here?” I avert my gaze to the ground, but he tilts my chin until I’m forced to look at him, the red light burning my eyes.
“He seemed harmless enough.”
He chuckles. “There isn’t a man in that room who is harmless.”
“Not even you?”
“Especially not me.”
I stare into the X’s, the dim lighting turning them a little more opaque as I search for a glimpse of his eyes. There is something about not knowing what his face looks like that sends tingles across my thighs. I haven’t had this kind of visceral reaction to another person in years. Sure, there were guys I thought were hot while dating Chase, but there was never anyone so utterly captivating. The air conditioner turns on, and a breeze of cool air runs over my body, making me even more aware of the growing wetness below. At odds with the shiver across my body, my cheeks heat with embarrassment at my attraction.
Uneasily, I push myself off the floor to stand back against the door, giving myself the ability to squeeze my thighs together. It’s a shitty attempt to alleviate the growing pressure, and it’s stupidly obvious given the fact that he is still crouching before me, his face practically in line with my pussy.
He cocks his head, looking up at me, and I squirm again. A soft chuckle bounces his shoulders, and I have to fight myself to not bite my bottom lip.
Blade stands up, his full height towering over me.
“Something wrong, little dove?”
I grit my teeth, but even I can see my chest heaving up and down as my attraction takes over my body. How the hell is he so hot? Dammit. I need to get out of here before Horny Stevie makes an appearance and does something stupid, like lick him…or suck him.
My hand fumbles for the doorknob, struggling to function because I can’t take my eyes off him no matter how hard I try. Blade’s hand comes to rest across mine, holding it firm against the handle. His heat transfers into me, and I melt at his rough skin over mine.
I must be drunk…on his smell or something.
“Do you want to leave, Stevie?”
I don’t want to. What I want is to give in to Horny Stevie. Have a little fun. Be satisfied for once. Give a giant “fuck you” to Chase.
I shake my head, letting any rational thoughts fade away.
“Good.” He rocks his body into mine, and I feel the hard length of him press against my belly. His other hand begins to skate down the length of my dress, resting on the bare skin of my thigh as he starts to rub slow circles.
Alright. Now I am definitely damp and one hundred percent certain that I want those hands rubbing circles a lot higher.
“This okay? Would you like me to go further?” I nod my head again, and his grip tightens. “Words, little dove.”
“Yes, please, go further. Give me more.”
His hand grips the side of my dress, pulling it up. He traces the top of my panties with a single finger, his nail raising goosebumps across my skin. He moves the fabric to the side and, with two fingers, slowly glides the tips along my folds, gathering my arousal.
“Fuck, you’re just dripping. All for me.” He grunts before ripping off his glove and dipping his fingers in.
I inhale sharply, my hand shooting forward to grasp the bicep of his arm that is keeping me upright. His fingers work in an almost lazy curling motion that has my back slowly arching off the door.
I can’t believe I am doing this right now. I can’t believe it feels this good. I can get myself off pretty easily, but this guy is playing my pussy like one of his games. His thumb begins rubbing my clit in time with his fingers, and all I feel is the heat pooling in my stomach turning molten. The pressure builds, and it feels like I’m floating.
“Fuck, Blade, I’m—” I can’t even finish my sentence. My breath stutters.
I feel his fingers slip out a little, and I am about to protest when there is a sharp pull on my clit and my legs spasm as I moan.
His fingers resume their magic, but quicker this time. They pulse into me with a relentless rhythm. He adjusts his angle slightly, and I gasp, squeezing his bicep with a death grip.
“There, right there. Stay there.”
“Do you want to come?”
“Yes.” The word comes out like a hiss.
“Then beg.”
I can barely process what he is saying. My whole body is focused on the tightness coiling inside, winding me higher and higher and higher. The pressure is almost painful. So close. He wants me to beg? I’ll fucking beg.
“Please, Blade. Please let me come.”
He pinches my clit one last time, and I break.
My brain blanks as the orgasm rips through me. Stars shoot through my tightly squeezed eyes, and I feel the strength leave my thighs. This has to be a record. Who makes a person come in just a few minutes?
“Oh my god.”
I hear him chuckle, and I open my eyes to see him tilt the bottom of his mask up. He brings his other hand, still soaked with my arousal, underneath, and I watch as he sucks it clean. “Delicious.”
He then bends down and slides my ruined thong down my legs. I lift my heels one by one to step out of it, and he bunches it up before slipping it into his jacket pocket.
I didn’t think that would turn me on, but the possessiveness of it sparks in my chest. My gaze drops to the bulge in his pants, and a new hunger blooms in my stomach. I reach out to stroke it, feeling it twitch under my touch, but his hand comes to rest on mine.