Bluest of Blue (#dirtysexygeeks #3)

by Melissa Blue

  “What?”

  “I promise it'll be good. Open for me, Sophie.”

  He'd owned her thoughts with a finger. What would she have left if she let him use his mouth? She opened for him and he knelt between her legs. He'd shaved but not well enough. The scratch of his stubble against the inside of her thighs made her tremble.

  “Wade, oh.”

  He closed his mouth over her, his tongue tracing over the same spot. Fast, light taps more intense than his finger had ever been. She couldn't catch her breath to tell him she was drowning in pleasure. Too much. Never had she ever felt the level of intensity, pleasure, and she was no novice. The world darkened around the edges and then he sucked her clit. The orgasm slammed into her, squeezing out whatever air was left in her lungs. The only thing she could process was the heat of Wade's fingers digging into her thighs to keep her prisoner to his mouth.

  Dully she could hear the soft murmur of words, feel the pads of Wade's palms brushing over her jawline then his warmth enveloping her. She didn't know how much time passed but her legs refused to stop shaking. Hell her hands. What had he done? He needed to do it again when she could think.

  He grunted but the masculine noise sounded full of pleasure. “I would think I broke you if you weren't wearing a sleepy-looking smirk.”

  Was she? Maybe.

  “But are you okay?”

  “Hmmm.”

  “Fuck.”

  He lifted her like she weighed nothing and moved her to the middle of his bed. Cold then warm flashed over her bare skin as he stuffed pillows then a comforter around her. She still had on her boots. He tucked those in too.

  The rough scruff shadowing his cheek scraped along her ear as he pulled away. Worry and something softer flashed in his eyes, but he murmured, “I'll be back in ten minutes.”

  She probably needed twenty to recover, and when he came back she'd ask in detail what he'd done. Did he learn about whatever spot in a PhD level biology class?

  'Cause dear God.

  “Sophie?”

  “Hmmm.”

  “Ten minutes. Okay?”

  “Okay.”

  After he left the room, she pulled a pillow over her head. Every few minutes she'd shudder. She should have taken that as a sign to leave, but her brain couldn't settle on one thought, much less could she move more than a few inches. Probably his intention.

  Ten minutes. That's all the time she had to prepare to pay him back for the orgasm. Sophie prayed for traffic.

  *****

  Sophie's clothes littered his bedroom floor, but she'd thrown more pillows over herself. At the sight of her still form in his bed, he leaned against the doorjamb and released his pent up breath. She hadn't left.

  Fuck, that shouldn't have been his first worry. Wade should have stayed until he knew for sure she'd be okay. The orgasm had been too much, too fast and without warning. He hadn't wanted her to leave and the kind of stimulation he'd given her ensured she wouldn't be capable of getting up.

  Selfish. He couldn't deny the ugly emotion. Dangerous, too. For both of them. He was fixated on her, the emotions she stirred inside him. That could lead down an ugly road. And Sophie could have found the physical strength to leave without coming down first. That could have put her in physical danger.

  But he wasn't thinking straight when it came to her. For a moment, he thumbed through his mental state. His moods, since he'd seen her last, had sharp edges. Being horny as fuck could do that to a man. He was sleeping, eating and communicating without biting anyone's head off first. He hadn't gone out to find the first willing woman then ten more to ease the ache.

  He was fine.

  He needed to be, for both of their sake.

  Assured of that, Wade dropped the brown paper bag on the bed. She shifted under the pillow fort enough he could see up to the top of her nose. Her gaze hadn't focused yet.

  Shit.

  What did some people call it? After care. He had to give her after care before—if they could do anything else. She disappeared back under the comforter and fort. He undressed to take care of her like he should have.

  He had to move four pillows to get to the comforter he'd wrapped her in. Once underneath the blanket, he curved his front to her back. His dick fit perfectly between her ass cheeks and he did his best to not think about that.

  She moaned, shuddered. He gritted his teeth and thought—he couldn't think about anything other than the way his cock left a line of precome on one ass cheek.

  “Sophie?”

  “Huh?”

  He sighed. Testing the waters, he kissed her shoulder and waited. The smallest of shifts closer to his mouth. Thank God. He slid one leg between hers and kept kissing, licking up and down her shoulder and neck. She arched her ass.

  Fuck, yes. Thank you.

  “Do you need more time?” He drew circles around her belly button, lower over her bare mound.

  “No,” she rasped, but sounded much too distant for his liking.

  He continued to touch her, ground her. Her skin was so damn soft. So much skin he'd skipped to keep her in his bed. She melted a bit more into the pillows, him. His cock pounded but he ignored the need. No matter how strong she seemed, someone had broken her. The lie people liked to believe was that wounds healed stronger. They didn't.

  “Ms. Lake?”

  She grunted.

  “We can't do more until I know you are of sound mind and body.”

  “Nice.”

  “Stop accusing me of that.”

  “Funny.”

  She kept using one-word answers. He let his fingers dance over her nipples. They were happy to see him again. “Do you know the theory of relativity?”

  “Einstein.” She moaned and pushed her ass into him. “A science lesson before sex? Master of seduction.”

  A full sentence. She was getting there. “No lesson. Just wanted to see if you could answer a question without a yes or no reply. The theory of relativity is much more complicated than a simple equation or explanation. Most things are.”

  She moved her chin to rest on her collarbone, her stare fixed on him. “What makes you complicated?”

  That he didn't want to answer. He yanked down his comforter to get his fill of her bare. In bed their height difference meant little. She curved perfectly into his body. It took nothing for his fingers to trail up from her knees to the tips of her breasts. The only difference was the way she breathed at the touch. He glanced down and noticed she still wore her boots.

  How did that happen? He sighed, moving from her warmth to sit near her feet. “Were you going to fuck me with your shoes on?”

  “Better grip on the sheets.”

  A smart ass even when she was hazy. He tugged off the left shoe and placed a kiss on her ankle. “Ms. Lake, I think you're full of shit. Can you even see me right now? How many fingers am I holding up?”

  “You're unlacing my shoes. You're not holding up any fingers.”

  She was getting there. He could jump her without guilt afterward. He drew a circle on her second ankle once he'd freed her foot from the boot. “3.14159265—”

  “Pi. Your pillow talk is so dirty.” She huffed. “Did I pass the you-can-have-sex-with-me test? The nerd edition. I'm of sound mind and body.”

  “Ms. Lake?”

  “Yes?”

  He crawled up behind her then pressed his weight against her back until she braced herself with one arm against the bed. “Stay like that,” he said.

  His hands shook as he reached back for the bag. Condoms spilled out after he ripped open the box, but he didn't care. The base of his head hurt, and with his leg between hers he could feel how wet he'd left her. He was practically panting by the time he gripped his sheathed cock.

  Blindly he rubbed against her pussy lips until he found the source of the heat, the wet, and carefully he entered her. She moaned, squeezing him tight with her inner muscles. He grasped her leg and pushed the limb aside for better access. In. Out. Not deep enough.

 
He grunted and shoved at her hip until she rolled onto her stomach. She knew this language and he didn't have to ask. Wade could brush his hand along her thigh and she'd shift, following the soundless guide. It meant they were well-versed in sex. He wanted to hate any man who came before him any damn way.

  Wade had fought against the memory of the man she'd taken to the award ceremony, but he remembered now. The man's face burned in his mind. Should of thought of him well before Wade let his dick taste her. Deep inside her at that moment, what right did Wade have to ask? Questions he should have uttered long before he put his mouth on hers.

  He climbed behind her, pinned her waist to the mattress and stroked inside her. There. Deep enough his balls rested against her ass. Seated deep enough she couldn't think about anyone but him. She stretched her arms out in front of her and gripped the sheets.

  His focus shifted to her face, a silent moan formed on her lips. Would she thoughtlessly cry out the other man's name? His next few strokes were hard, relentless until no thoughts haunted him.

  She squirmed and begged for more, harder. Wade pounded out all doubts, lost as he rocked into her from behind. The bed bounced in time to his punishing thrusts and there was nothing more he needed to think about.

  “I'm—” A moan broke off the rest of her sentence but she didn't need to finish it.

  Her pussy spasmed, twice, and then more of her wet warmth slicked his cock. Spasmed again, tighter, and he couldn't move. When she finally relaxed, it was too late for him. He'd reached the point of no return. His hips bucked of their own accord. Control stretched out of his reach and he chased it. His body put his mind on mute.

  Her pussy felt too fucking good to do anything else but come. The sight of her ass jiggling with every slap of skin had drawn the perfect erotic picture. He had to touch the round globes, grip her. Her ass was fucking eye candy as he came. The only thing missing were soft welts from his handprints on her brown skin. His breath exploded out on a groan as the last of the orgasm rippled through him, draining him dry.

  Sophie quaked around him. Absently, he noted the way sweat dripped from his brow onto her. She offered no complaints or made any moves to roll away. On some level he knew the knowledge spurred a primitive kind of pleasure. She didn't seem to mind his scent on her, and because he hadn't escaped from that caveman mindset just yet, he bit her shoulder then rolled to the side.

  Stay conscious for at least thirty seconds, he told himself over and over again. After a minute she curled into his side. Any leftover tension seeped out. He hoped she was there when he woke up. He wasn't done with her yet.

  CHAPTER

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  6.9

  Sophie woke up next to a furnace blazing at her back. And her rib cage. And her legs.

  Wade.

  They'd gone to bed tangled and had only made it worse while asleep. At her shift, he moved his hand down her torso. A quick glance behind her confirmed the action was more reflex than intent. He was still asleep.

  She didn't know what to make of that or anything that had happened after they'd kissed, but she needed to leave before limbs weren't the only things tangled between them.

  Sophie did her best to slip out of the bed but each time she shifted, his hold tightened and he'd bury his face into her hair again. He was hot, she needed to shower and maybe it was a bad idea to spend the night, giving him another chance to—

  “You keep wiggling your ass against me like that I'll tie you to my headboard.” His voice rumbled, gruff and sexy.

  “Doesn't sound like much of a threat when you say it like that.” She really needed to go. Spending more time with him was a mistake. Her brain was sure of the doomed outcome, but his fingers muddied the issue. They skated along her torso, light but not thoughtless. Her body wanted so much more. Her heart rate spiked.

  I don't want to leave.

  The nip on her ear was more of a bite before he asked, “You like being tied up? Interesting.”

  Something dark whipped through his tone. She glanced at him. His eyes were closed but his jawline was taut. Interesting indeed. Sophie wiggled her ass to distract him.

  The weight of his hand shifted to her hip. “Should have known you wouldn't let the challenge stand.” He chuckled.

  The panic that had clawed its way up from her stomach to her heart subsided for a moment. The sound of a bag rustled. She turned her head to see what he was doing, but that shift in attention gave him the opportunity to grab her wrist. She sputtered out a “what the hell?” In one fluid motion, Wade lifted her arm above her head and handcuffed her to one of the headboard's rungs.

  The smirk he wore only added to his bed rumpled appearance. “I warned you.”

  His gaze traveled down then up. She swallowed while a flush heated her skin. “You said you'd tie me up.”

  “Handcuff? Tie? There's a difference?”

  He kissed her, stalling any real protest she could put up. His mouth was magic. He'd likely scoff at that description, but the word fit as she melted against the mattress. His leg climbed up between her thighs. Wade cupped her face and deepened the kiss. Her pulse pounded in her clit, achy. If she humped his leg would that make her desperate? Likely but he was seducing her so damn slow.

  He edged back, his jawline tight. “Do you need to go home?”

  Why did that question make him angry? “Not really.”

  He dropped his hands from her face and braced them on the mattress. With a head shake, he rolled away from her. “I need to go clean up.”

  She gasped at his words and the abrupt end to round two. “Wade, you better not leave me handcuffed to your bed.”

  “You just said you don't need to go home.”

  “That doesn't mean I—”

  He leaned over and kissed her again. A lot more tongue gymnastics. Deeper, better. What was she saying again?

  This time when he broke the kiss, he murmured, “If you behave...”

  “You'll do what?” Her brain was too dead to think of anything else.

  “I'll handcuff both of your hands.”

  The promise of something wicked darkened his blue eyes. She asked, “What do you consider behaving?”

  “Surprise me.”

  Who allowed Wade to learn sex? They needed to be beaten for giving him yet another weapon. “And don't think you can just use your mouth to shut me—”

  Wade nipped her bottom lip and laughed when she moaned. “Understood,” he said.

  He left her alone with that sentiment and incentive. Not much she could do with one hand free. She checked the handcuffs. Real metal, heavy too. When he had said store, she assumed some kind of gas-and-go. Wade had stopped at a sex shop. Sophie clicked the emergency release on the side.

  “How sweet,” she murmured. He probably thought she wouldn't know how to escape.

  She rummaged in the sheets until she found the bag. Inside lay a bottle of strawberry-flavored lube, a dildo and a butt plug.

  “Dirty boy scout.”

  She liked him even more for that. The bathroom sink faucet kicked on. Despite her carpe diem naughty side, she hadn't yet explored everything. She dropped the butt plug back in the bag.

  For only a second did she consider putting the handcuffs back on. Wade needed to know in some ways she outmatched him. The water shut off in the bathroom. She straightened the comforter as best she could and laid out the lube and glass dildo. At the last minute she remembered to pluck the fez from the floor and put the cap on. She gave the hat a rakish tilt and situated herself in a comfortable position on the bed.

  The bathroom door creaked as it opened. Sophie couldn't contain the smile. Naked, of course, Wade was beautiful, masculine and her stomach tightened, ached for more of his touch. He looked like a rugged surfer who preferred addressing everyone with “dude.”

  Hindsight was a hell of a thing. Over the last few days she'd questioned her every decision when dealing with Wade. Flipped that answer and looked at the answers in a different light. Why had she decided to use
vinegar instead of honey to get him to see things her way?

  His smirk lit in his eyes. Right. Ever watchful, always calculating. Even now in a blink he noted her hands were free, the hat and the sex toy. In the next blink, something primal shaded his eyes. She held her breath—that too seemed cataloged.

  None of those details about him mattered. The shadows in his eyes did. Her skin prickled whenever he looked at her—not from desire but like he was hiding something much more dangerous from her, something she couldn't fathom. Being naked and in his bed was the only safe place. Outside of the pillows, mattress, comforter and sheets, she'd have no protection.

  I'm a mad man.

  Sophie shivered.

  He tilted his head. “I see you behaved in my absence.”

  She shook her head. “I think you might have confused the definition.”

  She would have said more but he'd climbed back onto the bed. Wade didn't waste time to spread her legs and rubbed all those hard muscles against hers. He grabbed her wrists and pulled them above her head. Her breath shuddered out.

  He froze, bringing his gaze down hard on hers. “Do we need to talk about this?”

  “You handcuffing me and rendering me defenseless?”

  “Do we need to?”

  The question came down to trust. Would he take care of her, not cross a line if she gave him control?

  Wade sighed as the silence thickened between them. He opened his mouth like he planned to make a big speech. His phone belted out the opening chords to Five Nation Army—short and quick and had to be a text message. His fingers dug into her skin and his jaw clenched.

  That was interesting. Who was calling?

  “Aren't you going to answer that?”

  “I don't have to for a few hours at least.”

  She frowned at the cryptic answer and would have pushed, but Wade lifted the handcuffs. Her skin tingled. She wanted what he offered—a chance to let go of control. Wasn't that her last few hours? Her sexual episodes tended to follow a certain routine. She'd undress and jump the man. He'd go along for the ride, if he knew what was good for him, and she wasn't a selfish lover—it was always good.