wasunmistakableevenifhedidn’tsayitaloud.Ireacheddownandguidedhiserectioninside me.
“Fuck,”hemoanedashepressedtherestofthewayuntilIwasfull.CompletelyfullofRush.
Iwrappedmyarmsaroundhisneckandheldhim.ForjustasecondIneededtoholdhim.This wasn’taboutmycrazyhormonesanymore.NowthathewasinmeIfelthome.CompleteandI
was about to cry. Before I could embarrass myself and confuse him I lifted my head and whisperedinhisear.“Fuckme.”
It was as if I’d pulled the trigger on a loaded gun. Rush grabbed my hips with both his handsandletoutagrowlbeforepumpinginandoutofme.TheclimbtowardthespiralIknew wasgoingtocomestartedupagainandIrodehim.Enjoyinghismomentofsurrenderandthe completeabandononhisfaceashebroughtuscloserandclosertotheclimaxweneeded.
“Iloveyou,Blaire.Iloveyousodamnmuchithurts,”hepantedthenloweredhisheadto suckonmynipple.MybodywentoffandIcriedouthisname.Rushliftedhishead,andlooking intomyeyes,startedtopulloutandIclampedmylegsaroundhiswaist.Ididn’twanthimto pullout.TheunderstandingofwhatIwantedhithimandhesaidmynameinawhisperbefore throwinghisheadbackashepumpedhisreleaseintome.
Rush
Blaire pushed me back and jumped down off the counter before I could get my head clear from that orgasm. “Wait, I need to clean you up,” I told her. I actually just wanted to clean her up. I liked it. No, I fucking loved it. Knowing I’d been there and I was taking care of her did something to me.
“You don’t need to clean me up. I’m ine,” she replied as she reached for her discarded dressandslippeditbackonwithoutmakingeyecontactwithme.Shit.HadIreadherwrong?I thoughtshewantedthis.No.Iknewshewantedit.She’dbeensodamnhungryforit.
“Blaire,lookatme.”
Shepausedandpickedupherpanties.Iswallowedhardasshesteppedintothemandslid
them back up her body. I needed her again. She couldn’t walk away from me now. I wasn’t goingtobeabletolivethroughitifshedid.
“Blaire,pleaselookatme,”Ibegged.
Stopping,shetookadeepbreaththenliftedhereyestomeetmine.Thesadnesstherewas
mixedwithsomethingelse.Embarrassment?Surelynot.Ireachedoverandcuppedherface
withmyhand.“What’swrong?DidIdosomethingyoudidn’twantmeto?BecauseIwastrying nottolosecontrol.Iwastryingrealhardtodowhatyouwanted.”
“No.You…youdidn’tdoanythingwrong.”Shedroppedhereyesfrommineagain.“Ijust
needtothink.Ineedsomespace.Ididn’t…Iwasn’t…Weshouldn’thavedonethat.”
Stabbingmeinthechestwouldhavebeenlesspainful.Iwantedtopullhertomeandgoall cavemanclaimingshewasmineandcouldn’tleaveme.ButthenIcouldloseher.Icouldn’tgo throughthatagain.Ihadtodothisherway.IletmyhandfallfromherfaceandIsteppedback soshecouldleave.
Blaireliftedherfacetolookupatmeagain.“I’msorry,”shewhispered,thenopenedthe doorandescaped.
Shehadjustblownmyworldawaywithamazinglyhotsexandshewassorry.Fantastic.
WhenI inallyemergedfromthebathroomBlairewasgone.JacesmirkedandBethymade
excusesforher.Ididn’twanttobethereanymoreeither.AfterImadesurealltheheavystuff wasmovedandBlaire’ssuitcaseandboxwerepackedupIleft.Icouldn’tstaytherewhilethe twoofthemwatchedme.They’dheardus.Blairehadbeenloud.Iwasn’tashamed;Iwasjust tiredofthemlookingatmeandwaitingonmetosaysomethingtoexplainBlaire’sdeparture.
IgaveBlaireacoupledaystocometome.Shehadn’t.Iwasn’tsurprised.Butshe’dasked forspaceandI’dgivenherallthespaceIcouldhandle.Ididn’tcallanyonetoplayaroundof golf with me. I didn’t want anyone around when Blaire showed up. We needed to talk. No distractionsorexcusesforhertorideoff.
It had sounded like a irm plan but after six holes and no cart girl I was beginning to wonder.JustasIwasabouttowalktothenextholeIheardthesoundofthecart.Istoppedand turnedaround.Thebloodthathadstartedpumpingthroughmyveinsfromtheideaofseeing BlaireouthereandhavingheralonefrozewhenIrealizeditwasthatblondgirlthatI’dseen
“Fuck,”hemoanedashepressedtherestofthewayuntilIwasfull.CompletelyfullofRush.
Iwrappedmyarmsaroundhisneckandheldhim.ForjustasecondIneededtoholdhim.This wasn’taboutmycrazyhormonesanymore.NowthathewasinmeIfelthome.CompleteandI
was about to cry. Before I could embarrass myself and confuse him I lifted my head and whisperedinhisear.“Fuckme.”
It was as if I’d pulled the trigger on a loaded gun. Rush grabbed my hips with both his handsandletoutagrowlbeforepumpinginandoutofme.TheclimbtowardthespiralIknew wasgoingtocomestartedupagainandIrodehim.Enjoyinghismomentofsurrenderandthe completeabandononhisfaceashebroughtuscloserandclosertotheclimaxweneeded.
“Iloveyou,Blaire.Iloveyousodamnmuchithurts,”hepantedthenloweredhisheadto suckonmynipple.MybodywentoffandIcriedouthisname.Rushliftedhishead,andlooking intomyeyes,startedtopulloutandIclampedmylegsaroundhiswaist.Ididn’twanthimto pullout.TheunderstandingofwhatIwantedhithimandhesaidmynameinawhisperbefore throwinghisheadbackashepumpedhisreleaseintome.
Rush
Blaire pushed me back and jumped down off the counter before I could get my head clear from that orgasm. “Wait, I need to clean you up,” I told her. I actually just wanted to clean her up. I liked it. No, I fucking loved it. Knowing I’d been there and I was taking care of her did something to me.
“You don’t need to clean me up. I’m ine,” she replied as she reached for her discarded dressandslippeditbackonwithoutmakingeyecontactwithme.Shit.HadIreadherwrong?I thoughtshewantedthis.No.Iknewshewantedit.She’dbeensodamnhungryforit.
“Blaire,lookatme.”
Shepausedandpickedupherpanties.Iswallowedhardasshesteppedintothemandslid
them back up her body. I needed her again. She couldn’t walk away from me now. I wasn’t goingtobeabletolivethroughitifshedid.
“Blaire,pleaselookatme,”Ibegged.
Stopping,shetookadeepbreaththenliftedhereyestomeetmine.Thesadnesstherewas
mixedwithsomethingelse.Embarrassment?Surelynot.Ireachedoverandcuppedherface
withmyhand.“What’swrong?DidIdosomethingyoudidn’twantmeto?BecauseIwastrying nottolosecontrol.Iwastryingrealhardtodowhatyouwanted.”
“No.You…youdidn’tdoanythingwrong.”Shedroppedhereyesfrommineagain.“Ijust
needtothink.Ineedsomespace.Ididn’t…Iwasn’t…Weshouldn’thavedonethat.”
Stabbingmeinthechestwouldhavebeenlesspainful.Iwantedtopullhertomeandgoall cavemanclaimingshewasmineandcouldn’tleaveme.ButthenIcouldloseher.Icouldn’tgo throughthatagain.Ihadtodothisherway.IletmyhandfallfromherfaceandIsteppedback soshecouldleave.
Blaireliftedherfacetolookupatmeagain.“I’msorry,”shewhispered,thenopenedthe doorandescaped.
Shehadjustblownmyworldawaywithamazinglyhotsexandshewassorry.Fantastic.
WhenI inallyemergedfromthebathroomBlairewasgone.JacesmirkedandBethymade
excusesforher.Ididn’twanttobethereanymoreeither.AfterImadesurealltheheavystuff wasmovedandBlaire’ssuitcaseandboxwerepackedupIleft.Icouldn’tstaytherewhilethe twoofthemwatchedme.They’dheardus.Blairehadbeenloud.Iwasn’tashamed;Iwasjust tiredofthemlookingatmeandwaitingonmetosaysomethingtoexplainBlaire’sdeparture.
IgaveBlaireacoupledaystocometome.Shehadn’t.Iwasn’tsurprised.Butshe’dasked forspaceandI’dgivenherallthespaceIcouldhandle.Ididn’tcallanyonetoplayaroundof golf with me. I didn’t want anyone around when Blaire showed up. We needed to talk. No distractionsorexcusesforhertorideoff.
It had sounded like a irm plan but after six holes and no cart girl I was beginning to wonder.JustasIwasabouttowalktothenextholeIheardthesoundofthecart.Istoppedand turnedaround.Thebloodthathadstartedpumpingthroughmyveinsfromtheideaofseeing BlaireouthereandhavingheralonefrozewhenIrealizeditwasthatblondgirlthatI’dseen
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