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Erika laughed, and he joined her, though it was short-lived when she ripped the towel off. To be honest, it was a miracle the thing stayed on, considering the tent his cock had pitched beneath the soft material.
He grunted when Erika wasted no time grasping his cock, running her hand up and down with a firm grip that was already testing his control.
Blake placed his hand over hers, slowing her pace as he leaned toward her, giving her a long, wet, hard kiss.
By the time they parted, her breathing was as labored as his.
Blake’s lips were by her ear when he said, “Take off your clothes, dirty girl.”
She released his cock. He missed her hand instantly, so when she didn’t move quickly enough, shrugging off her hoodie, he took over.
She shook her head, grinning widely when he stripped off her bra in record time. “You are ridiculously good at that,” she said, raising one accusatory eyebrow.
Blake may have suffered a few concussions during the course of his career, but he hadn’t been hit on the head enough that he’d make a joke about having lots of practice in that particular area.
Besides, it was clear Erika already knew exactly why he was well-versed in snapping bra hooks free.
He brushed her fingers away, unfastening her jeans, which he shoved down to her ankles along with her panties. That was when he realized she’d crossed the hall to his place barefoot. She hadn’t bothered with shoes, which—while not an uncommon thing—told him just how anxious she’d been to see him this morning.
Once she was naked, Erika started to reach for his dick again, but he moved faster. Flipping their positions, he pushed her until her back was pressed against his living room wall. He kissed her again, but this time, he was unable to make it soft or gentle or even fucking sweet.
Erika wasn’t the only one who was hungry. The last few days had been hell on him—emotionally and physically.
Now that they’d said what needed to be said, his body was demanding its own satisfaction.
Erika’s fingers pushed through his hair, her fists closing around it. She was using that tight grip to keep his lips on hers. She didn’t need to expend the effort. He wasn’t going anywhere any time soon.
Their tongues stroked, and Erika whimpered when he nipped at her lower lip. His cock brushed against her bare stomach as she pressed her hips closer, fighting to take even more.
Then, before she could read his intention, he knelt before her, throwing one of her legs over his shoulder, running his tongue over her clit, loving the way she gasped—the perfect blend of surprise and desire.
“Blake,” she breathed. “God.”
He loved the way she said his name, the way her hands clawed at the wall behind her as he teased her clit with his tongue and his teeth.
“Please,” she begged.
“More,” he demanded. She was going to beg a lot more. “Beg me, dirty girl.”
“Blake!” There was so much need in her tone. He liked it. A lot.
“Better,” he murmured against her pussy.
She huffed out a breathy laugh, her body twitching when he added his fingers to the game, circling her opening, coating his finger with her arousal before sliding back until he found her anus.
She jerked hard enough that he had to pull away. Glancing at her flushed face, he winked as he pushed just the tip of his finger into that tight hole.
Erika threw her head back, lightly banging it on the wall behind her. He wiggled his finger for a moment, before returning his attention to her clit, stroking it harder and faster, driving her closer and closer to the edge.
“More. I need you inside me,” she said, her gaze never leaving his. “So fucking much. These last few days… Please don’t tease me. I don’t think I can?—”
She stopped when he rose rapidly, her pleas mimicking his own feelings, his own strung-out needs.
Drawing out the teasing and building the anticipation were games they could play later.
They had a lifetime, after all.
The old Blake might have panicked at the thought of forever with one woman, but Erika’s Blake…he was here. For. It.
