Bluest of Blue (#dirtysexygeeks #3)

by Melissa Blue

  But Wade left no question who was in charge. Would he hurt her because he couldn't control himself? Could she trust him if he handcuffed her? So far she could say yes to the latter. Sophie relaxed into the mattress then closed her fingers over the headboard's rungs.

  Her skin seemed to tighten at the sound of the metal clinking against the headboard and itself. Breathe. Then she couldn't because Wade was kissing her again. What the man could do with just his mouth and tongue needed to be taught in universities and studied like an art form. It was more than experience and soft lips. He kissed her like the simple action could change course of history. The way he slanted his mouth, the pressure of his lips and whether or not he used tongue or teeth, was significant.

  With her hands restrained, Sophie could only flex her legs around his waist and dig her heels in. The subtle body language to egg him on made no difference. Wade took his time plundering her mouth. When he was damn good and ready, he pressed a kiss to her chin then nipped a trail down to her breasts. She watched, her mouth parted as she panted. He kneaded, squeezed and sucked the soft globes until she was sure she'd come from that alone.

  “Just...” Sophie stopped because she didn't know what to say. Her world darkened and swirled.

  Wade shifted and began to leave open-mouthed kisses down her torso, down to her pelvic bone. Sophie was ready to beg. “What are you trying to do to me?”

  He licked down to the top of her mound and met her gaze. “Nothing. I'm selfish.” He glanced down at her pussy. “I love wearing a woman on my tongue.”

  Wade brushed his lips over her slit and groaned. “Smelling her, knowing her. It's all about the instant gratification. I lick your clit and make it hard. I fuck you with my mouth and you soak my chin.”

  Sophie shut her eyes, unable to focus on him, to see he meant every word when he was a whisper away from burying his face between her thighs.

  He sucked her, right on the money, and her eyes shot open. Wade’s smirk leaked into his voice. “Don't you just love seeing a man's nose pressed right here...” He caressed the space above her slit. “Then all you can feel is his tongue, hard, fast flicking over your clit? Don't you love it?”

  Sophie tugged at her restraints, intent on closing her fists into his hair and making him show her. She tilted her head to see if she could reach the emergency release, but he sucked her again, and again her attention drew down.

  His nose rested on her mound. His tongue worked against her clit. Once, twice and he had his instant gratification. Her clit had swelled.

  The suction pulled tight and his tongue fast. If he didn't relent, she'd come within seconds. “Wait.”

  He moved his mouth to her inner thigh and rained kisses along the sensitive skin. Some part of her relaxed. He'd backed off with a word.

  She asked, “When is my turn?”

  He nipped hard enough she gasped. “Who says you get one?”

  “I do.”

  Wade straightened. “Then I think we do need to talk.” He took his time trailing his fingers back up her torso. “I can get jealous at times.”

  He really wanted to talk? She was barreling toward brain dead because his hands were magic too. He didn't seem the type to have callouses but the underside of her breasts really appreciated the friction on his palms.

  “Noticed.” She panted. If looks could have killed, Cal would have been dead. Sophie wasn't dumb enough to say her friend's name, not when Wade's eyes had narrowed dangerously.

  “Fair warning then.” He unlatched the handcuffs. “On your knees.”

  She never took orders well, and since they were talking about hard lines...Sophie kissed him instead. He didn't stop her but he didn't take it deeper the way he had before. She bit his lip after a few seconds. His blue eyes glinted, with pleasure. He'd won.

  “That's point two?” she asked. “You get what you want?”

  “Yes.”

  She made him pay for that though. Kneeling took a lot of ass wiggling. She wasn't surprised when he returned the bite on her left butt cheek.

  “Point three,” he said. “I'm better at teasing.”

  He cupped her mound, and made her really regret not listening the first time he'd told her to kneel. When he slipped two fingers into her pussy and tapped against her g-spot, she had to grip the metal bars just so she wouldn't collapse into the mattress.

  “Point three made,” she half-sobbed.

  “Good.” He spread her legs with his then finally handcuffed her again. “I like it when we talk. Now what else do you need to know?” His voice lowered an octave when he added, “Right. Four. I never really grew up. I'm a man who likes to play with toys.”

  She tensed at the kiss of cold glass against her inner thigh. “Am I the toy?”

  “Never.”

  And she believed him. He may not warm up to people and vice versa, but they were real to him. Annoying, probably confusing, but real.

  “Five...” he said. The tip of the glass brushed along her slit. “I don't need much.”

  He eased the glass in and she gasped. Out and then the glass slipped in deeper.

  “You wet is what I need at the moment.” He placed a kiss on her spine. “Wetter than this.”

  The bumpy texture had her toes curling. “More.”

  “Fucking six,” he seemed to bite out of clenched teeth. “Love that word.”

  He stroked her deeper with the toy, picking up a steady rhythm. She used the rails as leverage to pump back until with every thrust his knuckles rubbed over her clit. The warmth of his mouth was a shock on her tailbone, a welcomed one. He left a trail of kisses down her back and kept going.

  “Wade,” she moaned as he licked his way between her ass cheeks. She jerked forward, and the heat of his mouth lessened. “I don't know if I want that.”

  “This is seven,” he murmured, his voice gentle and almost understanding.

  She was naked, impaled and his for the taking. With a flick of his wrist he could have her mindless and begging for anything. Yet, he was telling her everything she needed to know about him in bed. Wade was giving her the control.

  She tried to swallow but found her mouth dry. “You go for...the one ring that ruled them all?”

  He stilled behind her then his laugh rumbled between them. “Even if you weren't naked and handcuffed to my bed, I would like you so much right now.” He didn't answer for a very long and tense moment. “I like anything you haven't let someone else do.”

  Her palms were slick from sweat against the cold iron. How did he know was a big question, but likely had a simple answer. The butt plug was the only thing she hadn't laid out on the comforter. Her reaction was to practically jump out of her skin when his tongue slipped down.

  Did she want him to lick her there? That was the burning question. “Wade...”

  “One word—that's all you have to say, Sophie.”

  Her throat tightened. Sophie. He uttered her name like it was a silken web—delicate, precious. Ms. Lake was sardonic, sharp and almost spit out between his lips whenever he said it. She wanted to be soft, precious. She wanted to know what he could give her in this simple physical exchange.

  “Yes,” she said and then remembered his number six. “More.”

  Shock quickly turned into pleasure when he placed his mouth back on her in the most intimate way. He tongued the tight star, slow, deeper once she relaxed and the rhythmic glide of the dildo in her pussy was a seduction on its own. Within moments, the combination was euphoria. A plane of pleasure she'd never ridden before. All she could do was grip the metal bars and arch her back to give him all the room to upend her world. He grunted and shifted, taking full advantage of her submission.

  A sudden rush of heat and wet soaked her and she clenched around the glass that had warmed to her body. There simply weren't words for the sensation. His mouth just became more insistent, his tongue more probing. The thrusts of the dildo were shorter, faster. Her toes curled again.

  “Wait,” spilled out of her mouth. />
  The heat of his body disappeared from behind her. Her stomach squeezed at what that could mean. She glanced back. He was out of her limited view, but he was there. Relief and need hit her from different sides. The sound of foil unwrapping stole the air out of the room.

  “That's one for me,” Sophie whispered. “You kept your word.”

  He emitted a sexy growl. “What's two?”

  “When a man fucks me.”

  His hands were rough when he grasped her ass. “What do you want?”

  “Hard.”

  He muttered something too low for her to hear but his next shift behind her, his cock probed her entrance.

  “Wade, now.”

  He slammed into her and she couldn't call the noise she made a scream, but it was close. She was close. Her skin blazed at the promise of an orgasm. Her heart was going to explode. Rational thought simply wasn't a possibility anymore. Sophie was pleasure. She could give and receive it. His hard thrusts were all she wanted to endure until the euphoria took hold. That emotion was right there in her grasp. The way her body bowed, her breath came out in moans—nothing mattered but the tightness holding her insides hostage. The heat of his breath along her neck only narrowed her vision more. If she fell, he'd follow.

  One of his hands reached forward. A brush of his fingertip against her clit was all she needed. Metal clacked against metal as she tried to hold onto something, anything as she shuddered. The world went black, her throat raw as she screamed. Maybe she wouldn't survive this simple mating. Nothing was simple about it. Her insides were being turned inside out.

  Wade's strokes became shallow, rapid and wild. There was the sharp sting of his teeth in her shoulder, but he didn't make a sound. His sudden heavy breathing and stillness told her he'd come too. Such control.

  But it didn't matter, she was drifting. The only thing she could notice was the weight of Wade's hands closing around her to catch her.

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  Sweat dripped from his face onto Sophie. The way she moaned and squirmed closer told him she didn't mind too much. His elbows were getting that shaky sensation, but she was limp in his arms.

  “Let me get you free.”

  “Mmm-kay,” she murmured.

  Once he'd tossed the cuffs to the floor, he pulled her into him and rolled onto his back. Small miracle he remained conscious, but he had to. Sophie needed to be okay first. Like before, he used touch to ground her—a hand against her rib cage was enough as they lay skin-to-skin in his bed.

  “Water?” he asked.

  “Fine.”

  He pressed his lips to her shoulder. His phone rang again—the National Anthem filled the silence—upgraded from a text to a phone call. Wade shut his eyes. He needed one minute to catch his breath then he could deal with reality. One fucking minute where he could pretend to be normal, where he was the one taking care of someone else.

  The ringing stopped but his doorbell trilled. The sheets rustled as she turned to face him. Her gaze was clear, if not a little dreamy. The knot in his stomach loosened. He knew he could be intense and she'd survived. Wade took her in, and he could probably talk her into more.

  She blinked slowly like she was fighting sleep. “Who is that?”

  “A friend checking in on me,” he said. “You should rest. This might take a while.”

  She grumbled, her eyes already closed. Wade smirked. He had no doubt she'd erect another pillow fort in his absence.

  Victor had decided to lean on the doorbell now. He tried to sit up. Took two more attempts to rise from the bed. He should answer the door naked, but Victor likely wouldn't blink. He threw on his jeans and went to answer.

  His friend straightened from the bell. “Grady,” Victor said as hello and maybe as an explanation for why he'd shown up.

  “He told you to come by?”

  “Called me and asked when was the last time I saw you. Were we checking in with each other, blah, blah, blah?” Victor glanced over Wade's shoulder. The vee of the man's shirt revealed a hint of the tiger tat on his pec. Boots and jeans were the rest of his outfit. No telling if he came from Grady's or was headed there. “You alone?”

  What was the fastest way to get rid of him? “Yes.”

  “Then it's fine if I come in. Okay.” Victor barreled into the apartment.

  Wade would have responded exactly the same so he couldn't be too irritated, but Sophie rested in his bed. Sophie could turn back into the ambitious woman intent on making him a client. Every second he wasted shooting the shit with Victor was one Wade couldn't get back.

  He closed the door, calmly. “Can we make this quick?”

  His friend nodded and shoved both hands into his jeans' pockets. A clear tell he was taking everything in, all at once. “Did you go to your therapy appointment yesterday?

  “Yes.”

  “Are you taking your pills?”

  “Yes.” And then Wade remembered it was almost time to take his next dose. He'd washed up in the bathroom. He'd thought about Sophie waiting for him and how she was the curious type to dig around in medicine cabinets. He'd thrown the bottles inside his shaving kit box under the sink.

  He never missed a dose, and today wouldn't be the first time he did. First he had to get rid of Mr. Nosy.

  “Are you getting sleep?” Wade asked.

  Victor smiled in a way that had Wade's hands balling into fists. “Yes.”

  No doubt Ashley had a helping hand, but Wade didn't let himself linger over that. She didn't need or want his protection—him. “Do we hug now and promise to text daily?”

  Victor strolled closer to the hallway and leaned to the side as though that would help him see into the bedroom. “No. I think you're hugging someone else at the moment. Unless you're wearing thong underwear in your spare time.” He notched his head to the left then whipped his gaze to him. “Why is there a dildo sitting inside a fez?”

  Wade snorted. It had gotten in the way of what they were doing and he'd tossed the toy in the most convenient place. “As you can see, I am fine mentally.”

  “I don't know.” Victor backtracked from the hallway, his brows up. “You've got a dil—”

  “I'm fine, Victor. My phone was dead a few days ago, and I wasn't paying attention. Other than that, I'm good.” He spread his hands as though that could be proof. “Thank you for stopping by.”

  Victor glanced down at his feet then pinned his gaze on Wade. “Thank you?”

  Jesus Christ. Everything he did was getting picked apart. “I'm trying polite once a day.”

  Victor's dimple flashed for a millisecond before he blanked his face again. “How's that working out?”

  Wade refused to be amused. “Biting me in the ass at the moment so I might log it under a failed experiment.”

  Victor closed the distance between them and whispered, “What's really going on?”

  He unclenched his hands. “I have a brother and three friends shoved so far up my ass we're breathing in unison. I told you I was fine. Obviously my phone is charged and I was too busy to answer. Back off. You of all people should know how I'm feeling at the moment.”

  Victor's smirk vanished. He nodded. “Yeah. I know, but you told us to be obnoxious about our check-ins with you. Plus...karma.” He glanced back toward the room. “Who is in there?”

  “Fucking nosy.”

  His friend's eyes narrowed. “Sophie? The woman you were kissing at the award ceremony.”

  Fucking Porter. The man didn't know how to keep a damn secret. “The girls do love their gossip.” Wade pushed Victor back to get some breathing room. “Now get out. Tell anyone else to not call or stop by. Maybe if I'm in a good mood, I'll roll by Grady's in the next day or three.”

  “You should. Porter's been dropping hints about the bet. He thinks it'll take Grady a week to figure shit out with Eva.”

  His brother was dense as shit, but sometimes hints penetrated Grady's thick skull. Not a problem at the moment. “Out.”

  Victor threw
up his hands in surrender. Better yet, he strolled to the door seconds later. “I'll see you at Grady's in a few days.”

  Wade locked the door behind his friend. He hoped Sophie had taken his advice and gone to sleep. No matter how sexy she looked with tousled curls and kiss-swollen lips, he wouldn't answer any questions about his mental health. He didn't want to talk about it or God forbid become an advocate if she put her publicist hat back on.

  He strolled back down the hallway to check in the room—still asleep. The tension holding his shoulders prisoner didn't relent. He tracked back to the bathroom, locked the door then pulled out his shaving kit.

  Plucking the bottle on the left—the ones on the right were for dark, ugly days—he went through his ritual. Snapped the top, poured tablets into his palm and did the math in his head to see how many he'd taken. The ritual soothed as always. He hadn't missed his dose yet.

  Wade didn't look into the mirror until everything was hidden again. His hair was a mess. The lines on his brow and mouth seemed deeper with his face pale. His therapist told him to worry about today. Can't do fuck all about tomorrow. He was going to take the man's advice, mostly because his therapist used the phrase fuck all.

  Wade's stomach sent up a protest. Since he didn't want to go back to the room until the weight of illness cleared from the air. He'd concentrate on cooking instead of the tension coiling in his muscles.

  That was one of his coping mechanisms anyway. Soothe, not brood. Fucking therapist, but that led him to looking at the stars sometimes. He couldn't complain.

  He left the bathroom to soothe, like a touchy-feely jackass.

  Chopping the tomatoes and lettuce was like a balm to him. Frying the tortillas in grease hot as shit kept life interesting since he still hadn't bothered to put on a shirt. He found that pre-Victor contentment by the time he'd made two plates of tacos.

  He carried both back to his room. Once again she'd made a fort to sleep under. Slipping both plates onto his nightstand, he frowned down at the problem.

  “Sophie.” Her feet kicked out from beneath the comforter. He considered the woman he'd gotten to know over the past few hours. “I have food.”