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The Best Of Blaze - Six Sexy Romances
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The Best Of Blaze - Six Sexy Romances

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That was what it was. He’d told her the skiing/hand job joke and she’d snort-laughed chocolate from her s’more all over her mouth. And she’d told him he had to help her get it off since it was all his fault that she’d laughed while eating and made a massive mess of herself. She’d expected a napkin, a towel, a leaf, something to clean herself off.

Instead, he’d kissed her. Not a kiss, a lick. He licked her lips, and quickly it turned into a real kiss, her first kiss. Before anything else could happen, they heard Dillon tramping back to camp. She’d hated her brother right then and right there. Why couldn’t it have been number two instead of number one, Dillon? Until that moment in her young life, she had no idea having a male tongue on and in her mouth could be the single greatest sensation of all the sensations she’d ever sensated. He’d tasted better than a s’more, and if that wasn’t the highest compliment a fourteen-year-old girl could give a guy, she didn’t know what was.

“I still think about you when I eat s’mores,” he said. “Is that weird?”

“I still think about you every time a Nirvana song comes on the radio.”

“That’s the sexiest thing any woman has every said to me.”

He kissed her again before she could laugh and then she didn’t want to laugh anymore. All she wanted was to kiss and kiss and kiss some more. He was a wonderful kisser and she was quickly getting used to the soft tickle of his beard on her lips and chin and cheeks. And a small evil part of her was relishing the knowledge, even reveling in it, maybe also wallowing in it, that Ben would blow a brain gasket if he knew what she was doing right now. He’d always had a jealous streak, which she’d found flattering at first and increasingly irritating over the past few months. It had seemed out of place, uncalled for. She’d never given him a reason to be jealous. Now she knew he’d been projecting, covering up for his own guilty conscience. Well, fuck him. He had no say in what she did anymore.

She pulled back from the kiss only to open the bedroom door. Chris flipped the lights on but only long enough to turn on the lamp and then the overhead lights were off again. There was a definite chill in the air so she sat on the edge of the bed patiently while Chris threw a few logs in the woodstove and started a fire. It was a pleasure to watch him work. He had quick and efficient large hands that moved with surety at every task. Door open, logs in, newspapers in, more logs, match lit and then...fire. Warmth infused the room, which might have had something to do with the fire in the stove and might have had something to do with Chris taking his shirt off. Not the T-shirt, not yet. Just the flannel he wore over it, but the sight of his strong bare arms was enough to raise her temperature a degree or two especially since he was taking it off while walking toward the bed.

“You’re not supposed to be this sexy,” she said as he came to stand in front of her.

“Sorry?”

She put her hands on his hips, slid them under his white T-shirt and felt his hard flat stomach.

“I accept your apology.”

“I’ll never do it again.”

“See that you don’t.”

“Do you want to take your shirt off?”

“That’s not fair. I only have a bra on under my shirt. You had a T-shirt on under yours.”

Chris sighed, a put-upon sigh. Then he took his T-shirt off.

“Better?”

She stared at his chest, at his bare shoulders and stomach. This was a man who worked very hard and his body showed it.

“Much, much better.”

Chris reached down and gathered the fabric of her sweater in his hands. She raised her arms and let him pull it off. It joined his flannel and T-shirt on the floor. She really hadn’t planned on seducing Chris or being seduced by him tonight, but apparently her subconscious had known better because she’d chosen her favorite plum-colored lace bra to wear under her sweater. Did she remember to put on the matching panties? Oh, yes, she had. Chris would probably assume she’d planned this when he saw them. She hadn’t, but she didn’t care if he thought that.

He bent and kissed her again. Inch by inch, he eased her onto her back with kisses as he crawled onto the bed, his knees on each side of her hips, his arms bracing himself over her. She might be on her back but she refused to lie there passively while he kissed her lips and neck and chest. With her right hand she cupped the back of his neck. With her left hand she went exploring. He was lean, almost thin despite the presence of some impressive muscles, and when she ran her hand down his back, she could feel the outline of his shoulder blades under his warm skin. She lingered a long time on his back, loving the width of it, the length, the strength. And she couldn’t think clearly enough to do much else at the moment as Chris was nuzzling her neck with his mouth, and his beard tickled the tender skin under her ear.

“You feel amazing,” he whispered. “And you smell amazing.”

“What do I smell like?”

“Like you did in high school. Like cookies.”

She laughed as he nipped at her neck. “It’s in my perfume. It’s vanilla-scented. In high school I just used vanilla extract. I couldn’t afford perfume.”

“You smell good enough to eat. You always did.”

“I’m not going to say it. You’re not going to make me say it.”

The corners of his eyes crinkled with his grin.

“Say it. You know you want to.”

“Eat me, then,” she said.

“If you behave yourself.”

Now it was her turn to raise her eyebrow at him. She didn’t even know she could do that.

“If I behave? How am I supposed to behave?”

Chris kissed his way to her ear and whispered into it one word: “Badly.”

Joey shivered from his hot breath on her cool flesh.

He lowered himself onto her carefully, his hips flush against hers, his bare chest to her chest. So much warm skin, so much body heat, so much male weight on top of her... When she’d been weeping on Kira’s couch, one of her laments had been how much she’d miss having sex. She loved sex, needed it, wanted it when she could get it, wanted it more when she couldn’t. How long would it be before she recovered from this breakup and started dating again, started having sex again? Well...a couple days apparently. She would have laughed except she had Chris’s tongue between her teeth, and she wasn’t keen on letting it go just yet.

Joey ran her hands up Chris’s arms and rubbed his shoulders and biceps, massaging them as they kissed because she quickly discovered that when she did this, Chris made the loveliest soft moaning sound in the back of his throat and he pushed his hips into hers hard enough she could feel the outline of his erection. Those were all wonderful consequences to a wonderful action.

Chris placed his left hand by her hand and held himself up over her long enough to slide her bra straps down her shoulders. He kissed her neck and arms and chest to tease her and it worked. Oh, how it worked. She was ready to beg him to take her bra all the way off when he upped the teasing ante by cupping her right breast in his hand and lightly squeezing it. Even through the silk fabric she could feel his heat and the gentle pressure. She arched into his hand, wanting more. He brought his mouth down and kissed her nipple through her bra. It puckered and hardened, and the sound she made as he licked her through the silk should have embarrassed her, it was so hungry. But she’d given herself permission to be decadent tonight, to indulge in something she usually didn’t do—have a one-night stand with an old friend just to make herself feel better. Chris knew this was all it was, so why not? Why not make herself feel good and him feel good and forget Ben existed, at least for tonight?

“You’re good at teasing me,” she said.

“Am I?” He nuzzled against the valley of her breasts.

“You’re going very slow.”

“I like to go slow. If I go fast, then it’s over with too soon.”

“Or you could go fast—twice.”

“You’re behaving very badly right now.”

“You told me to.”

“I know.” He raised his head and grinned at her, a grin to set her body temperature shooting up another degree or two. “It was a compliment.”

He rewarded her for her bad behavior by pushing the cup of her bra down. The cool air of the room on her naked breast sent her shivering with delicious chills. Chris lightly licked the hard tan tip that was turning a darker shade of brown as he gave it more and more attention and more and more blood rushed to her breasts. She tangled her hand in his hair and held his mouth to her nipple. He covered it with his lips and sucked softly and then deeply and then hard enough to make her gasp aloud.

Chris kissed her mouth after she moaned and took her breast in his hand. He pinched her nipple and tugged lightly on it, rolling it between his fingers as he kissed her until she could scarcely breathe and forgot she needed to.

“Remind me to do something after you’re done fucking me,” she whispered.

“What is that?”

“I need to call Kira and tell her she’s a genius.”

4

HE LOWERED HIS head again and gave her left breast the same sort of attention, lavishing kisses on it, sucking the nipple, rolling his tongue around it as she lifted her hips again and again against him, unable to stop herself. Her arousal was potent, sharp in its intensity. She felt everything he did to her all over her body. It was nervousness, of course, and the adrenaline rush that came with a brand-new partner after being with only one man in two years. Also, it felt like she was breaking a rule, cheating, cheating on Ben even though she wasn’t. They hadn’t said they’d broken up, but there was no reason to say a single word to him the second she discovered he was married. Their relationship was null and void in her mind because he’d lied to her, lied to his wife. But if she knew Ben as well as she thought she did, he would apologize, try to get her back. He still considered her his girlfriend, and if he knew she was with another man, he would lose his mind. She almost wanted to call him right now and tell him what she was doing.

And laugh.

“More,” she whispered as Chris lightly bit her nipple.

“More what?”

“More of you,” she said, sliding her palms down his body from his neck to the small of his back where she lingered awhile. His skin was so soft here, so touchable, so smooth. “More of this.” She lifted her pelvis meaningfully into his.

“Are you begging for sex?”

“Not yet. Should I?”

“Worth a try. Maybe it would work.”

“No guy has ever made me beg for it before.”

“Maybe I know it’s worth begging for.”

“You’re a little cocky, Chris. How did I not know that about you?”

“A little cocky?”

She smiled.

He rose up off her body, knelt over her hips and unzipped his jeans. He lowered them and his black boxer briefs to his thighs. With one hand he stroked himself over her.

“Okay,” she said breathlessly. “You’re a lot cocky.” When he started to raise his jeans up again—more teasing—she reached out and grabbed his wrists.

“Don’t,” she said. He said nothing, only looked at her. “Please don’t? Pretty please?”

“You’re not bad at begging.”

“How much begging would I have to do to get you naked?”

“Am I naked yet?”

“Not completely.”

“Then obviously you need to beg more.” Chris took her naked breasts in both of his hands and held them, squeezing them lightly and massaging them. “Don’t you?”

She couldn’t quite believe it. This was Chris Steffensen? The Chris Steffensen who only worked up the courage to kiss her after they’d gotten into the parental whiskey stash that night? The Chris who’d barely spoken in school except to his closest friends and even then never said more than necessary? He’d walked down the halls, face half-hidden by long blond hair, didn’t talk in class, didn’t put himself in anyone’s way and only really expressed himself with his fists when someone went after Dillon. How had that shy, quiet, intense teenage boy turned into this strong, confident, beautiful man? Ten years had been very kind to Chris. She could get used to being with a man like him.

“Please take your clothes off,” she said. “All of them. I want to see your body, because if the rest of it is as good as what I’ve already seen, I’m going to be the luckiest woman on earth tonight. And I’ve never been the luckiest woman on earth, and after the past couple of days, I think I’ve earned it. And even if I haven’t, I want it, anyway. Also...your cock is sexy as hell and I want to feel it on me and in me. If I need to earn it some way, just say the word.”

“The word.”

“You aren’t cocky. You’re arrogant.”

“Why is my cock not in your mouth? I could have sworn it was cocksucking time.”

“What time is it?” she asked.

He looked up at the clock on the wall over the woodstove.

“Ten fourteen.”

“It’s after cocksucking time,” she said. “Allow me to apologize for my tardiness.”

“Actions speak louder than words.”

Joey didn’t say another word. It was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen a man do in her life—pull down his pants to show her his cock after she’d made a “little cocky” remark. Sexy and smug and smoldering. He hadn’t said a word. He didn’t need to. He was big enough to impress her, and he’d known it. Quiet Chris. Shy Chris. Sweet, sensitive Chris. Had he always had this side to him even in high school? If she’d seen past the chain wallet, the long hair, the brooding silences, the drugs, maybe he would have been her first time instead of just her first kiss.

“You want to lie down?” she asked.

He shook his head no.

“No?”

“Didn’t your friend tell you the best way to get over one guy was to get under another?”

“I don’t know if she meant it that literally.”

“I’m taking it that literally. Stay on your back. I’ll come to you.”

“And on me?”

“Not yet. But maybe later.”

“If I’m good?”

“Now you’re learning.”

She stretched out on her back again. Chris stood up off the bed but only long enough to finishing undressing. Jeans off. Boxer briefs off. Wearing nothing but the slightest smile, he crawled back over her, took her wrists in his hands and pushed them over her head onto the bed. She lay there, panting, aroused, scared in all the best ways to be scared, the ways people courted danger by skydiving and having sex with near-strangers. But this felt safe, too, safe as a roller coaster. Controlled fear. Chris wasn’t a stranger even if he seemed like it when he acted like this. She’d known him since she was twelve and although years had passed since she and he had been friends, it didn’t matter. He was one of the good guys. Dillon made it out of high school alive and well thanks to Chris. Now she’d thank him personally.

“You can tell me no to anything,” he said as he straddled her chest with his knees. “You shouldn’t. But you can.”

“I don’t want to tell you no. I don’t want to tell you anything.”

“Why not?”

“I want you to put my mouth to better use.”

He laughed a genuine laugh, not sexy, just honest. Just a laugh.

With his hands still on her wrists and holding her lightly down on the bed, he bent down and kissed her on the lips.

Against them, he said, “I used to dream about being your first in high school. I didn’t tell Dillon that part of my crush.”

“You don’t get to be my first time. But maybe you can be the best time?”

“That’s a lot of pressure.”

“I don’t know. So far so good.”

“Your ex wasn’t that good in bed?”

“He was fantastic in bed.”

He got the compliment. She could tell from the way he inhaled, like he felt the words as much as heard them. Chris released her wrist. He cupped the back of her neck to lift her so he could unhook her bra and remove it completely. It ended up with his clothes on the floor. She hoped she wouldn’t be seeing it again for many, many hours. Or ever.

Chris unbuttoned the top button of her jeans and he paused for a split second as if waiting for her to object. She had no objections. None. Instead of raising an objection, she raised her hips, allowing him to slide her jeans down her legs and off her. She was glad she’d taken the time to shave her legs in the shower. Once Kira planted that “jump him” seed in her brain, it had taken root. When he started to peel her underwear off, she knew it was going to happen and she was happy about it. She wanted this. No fear, no nervousness, no guilt. Only pleasure. As it should be.

Chris pressed a kiss onto her stomach. She dug her hands in his hair—such soft hair—and sighed as his lips left a burning trail from hip to hip and then down and down a little more.

“I thought it was your turn first,” she said as he kissed her upper thighs. He pushed her legs open.

“It’s our turn.”

“Our turn?”

In one impressively smooth movement, Chris turned around, straddled her shoulders and dropped his head between her legs. She lifted her head and took his cock into her mouth as he ran his tongue lightly up and down the seam of her vulva. Moaning, she opened her legs even wider for him and took more of him into her mouth. She gripped the back of his thighs and found them hard as steel in her hands. And he was hard as steel between her lips. The only thing soft was the kiss he placed on her clitoris. A gentle kiss followed by a lick and another lick. He spread her wider with his fingertips and licked her deeper inside. It felt so good she moaned, and since Chris’s cock was deep in her mouth he moaned, too. More of a groan than a moan. Whatever it was, Joey was pretty sure she’d never heard a man make a sound that sexy and sensual.

As she sucked him, she ran her hands up and down the backs of his legs, grabbing his ass a few times to playfully distract him and to drag him down closer to her. He got the hint and started pushing his hips in and out, fucking her mouth. He didn’t go too hard or too fast, didn’t choke her with his cock, which she appreciated. He was careful even as he went down on her, taking his time, teasing her with kisses and making her work for more by spreading wider for him and pulling her knees up to her chest.

“Beautiful,” Chris said as he caressed her wet open body with his fingertips. She could feel it as he massaged her inner labia, opening them up, and circling her vagina over and over again.

“In, please,” she said.

“What did you say?”

“You know what I said.”

“Say it again.”

“I said, ‘In, please.’ Go inside me. Please.”

“Well...since you said please.”

He pushed one finger into her and her hips came off the bed in embarrassing eagerness for more. He pushed in a second finger and licked her clitoris again.

“I can’t...” she panted.

“What?”

“I can’t suck your cock when you’re doing that. It feels too good. We can either six or nine but we can’t sixty-nine.”

“Weak,” he said. “Your game is weak.”

“I’m sorry!” She dissolved into laughter as Chris climbed off her and stretched out along the side of her body. He fondled her breasts, shaking his head the whole time.

“I’m sorry,” she said again. “You made me feel too good, and I couldn’t concentrate on what I was doing anymore. And your cock deserves my full concentration.”

“That it does.”

“Then again, so does my pussy.”

“Truer words.”

“So what do we do?”

“Flip for it?”

“Flip a coin?” Joey asked.

“I got a quarter.”

“Okay, so who’s heads and who’s tails?”

“Heads I go down on you. Tails you go down on me.”

“Or.”

“Or what?”

“Or you could fuck me, and we could both enjoy it at the same time?” Seemed like a reasonable suggestion to her.

“Can I tell you a secret?” he asked.

“Tell me anything.”

“I only have one condom on me. And I’m in no hurry to get this over with.”

“That’s not a bad secret.”

“You don’t have any on you, do you?”

She shook her head. “Sorry. I didn’t plan this ‘jump on the first guy who offers’ thing very well.”

“Nothing for it, then. We’ll just have to keep foreplaying for at least another hour.”

“Oh. Darn.”

“Real shame, isn’t it?” Chris said.

“A damn shame.”

“Keep telling me how much of a shame it is while I eat your pussy.”

“What happened to the coin flip?”

“I won it.”

“I don’t remember—”

Before she could finish telling him she had no memory at all of this supposed coin flip of his, it was too late. He had already slid between her legs again and opened her up for him. Once more he pushed two fingers inside of her, easing them in and out and around the warm, wet interior of her body as he licked her and sucked her and kissed her and finger-fucked her. She was awash in pleasure, in that sort of soft liquid pleasure that suffuses the stomach and back and hips all at once and makes the thighs tense and quiver and fingers clutch at the sheets. That sort of pleasure.

She was going to come and soon and hard and on his mouth. Joey’s head fell back and her shoulders came off the bed again. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and she dug her heels into the mattress as Chris brought her to the pinnacle of pleasure and left her there as he slowed down, eased up the pressure to draw it out a little longer...a little longer...

“Please, Chris,” she said between labored breaths.

“Not yet.”

He stopped licking her and just used his fingers inside her. She’d been close to coming and now the urge faded, but only slightly. He hadn’t been kidding about wanting to drag the sex out as long as possible. He brought her almost to coming again and she could have screamed and would have if it didn’t feel so good getting there and back again.

“I’m dying,” she whispered. Her lips were dry and her lungs burned.

“I’ll let you come this time. Maybe.”

“Are you trying to kill me?”

“You think I’m in any hurry to be done here? Do you have any idea how good you taste and how sexy you are like this?”

“Like this” was sweaty, flushed, writhing on the bed with her legs open as wide as possible and his head between her thighs and his fingers deep inside her. Maybe he was right. She did feel sexy like this. The only person in the room sexier was Chris, who seemed to have fallen madly in love with her vulva and couldn’t seem to stop kissing it. His beard tickled her inner thighs and she wondered if Kira was right about the beard burn. Was that really a thing? Well, she’d probably find out before morning. Even if it was a thing and even if it hurt like hell tomorrow...oh, it was worth it. So worth it.

“Chris,” she said.

“Joey.”

“Please give me an orgasm. I don’t ask for much. But I do ask for that. I beg for it.”

“Will you say my name when you come?”

“If that’s the price I have to pay.”

“It is.”

“Then yes. I was planning on doing that, anyway.”

“My name. Not your ex’s.”

“I have an ex? Weird. I can’t remember any ex. I thought it was just you and me in the world.”

Chris chuckled. “Your game isn’t as weak as I thought.”

“Chris,” she said. “Chris.”

“What?”

“Just practicing.”

“You’re amazing,” he said. “And so is your body. And so is your pussy. I’m so glad to finally meet it.”

He wrapped his lips around her clitoris and sucked it and licked it as once more he brought her to the edge of climaxing. She lifted her head off the bed and watched him as he kissed her. His eyes were closed and he looked intent on his work and yet...sublime. This was not a man who went down on her begrudgingly or only to get a blow job out of her. This was a man who loved doing what he was doing and it showed.

“You’re gorgeous,” she said.

He opened his eyes—blue eyes—and raised his chin.

“Lie down and come,” he said. “You can tell me how pretty I am later.”

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