SIOBHAN

Indigo is absolute perfection. After I come hard enough to break me a little inside, I rest on my back and admire Indigo propped over me. He doesn’t roll to my side. His cock remains snugly inside my body. I enjoy how he doesn’t hurry to create space.

Sliding his hair behind his ears, I cup his jaw. “How could I not see how perfect we could be?”

“A lot of your foster brothers are great guys.”

“I guess.”

“You’d probably be happy with any of them,” Indigo says and adds before I can complain, “But you’re with me, and I don’t want you to try out anyone else.”

“Who would be my second choice?”

“Sync.”

“Gross. He cheated on me.”

“Golden.”

“He would definitely cheat on me. I’d find out when he couldn’t help bragging to me.”

“How about Balco from the Hills Chapter?” Indigo suggests as he finally climbs off me and rests at my side.

“Wait, are you purposely picking lame choices?”

“Of course.”

“Well, I would never want a man who took a shit on a car as an act of revenge.”

“I couldn’t do it,” Indigo says and smirks. “I don’t have the balance.”

“I have the balance but lack the concentration.”

“Well, then Balco wouldn’t be impressed by you.”

“Good. I’m spoken for,” I say, rolling onto my side to face him. “I don’t want you to leave.”

“I thought I was sleeping over.”

“I mean ever. I wish you could move into the house and spend every night with me.”

Indigo’s fingers trace my face. “Why can’t I?”

“Yeah, why can’t you?” I mumble and then sigh. “I’m afraid I’ll suffocate you.”

“I’m not Sync,” he says, wearing a dark scowl. “He’s fucked up in a different way than I am. ”

“Does your kind of fucked up respond well to clingy women?” I ask and take his hand in both of mine. “I’m willing to give you space if you need it.”

“I’ve gone to bed every night for years, wishing I was with you. If you let me stay, you’ll make me a happy man.”

“But things are different when they actually happen rather than playing out in your head.”

“I’m not Sync,” Indigo says again. “I know what I want.”

“And I know what I want,” I murmur and crawl over him.

Indigo kisses me with renewed vigor. I pry my lips from his and give his throat a big wet kiss. Indigo moans. I swear his dick smacks my thigh. I reach down to stroke him while kissing his throat.

My name sounds so beautiful in his heated voice. I tease his cock’s underbelly while my lips move down his chest. Indigo groans when I lick his nipples. He’s so hard in my hand, and I want nothing more than to feel him inside me.

Yet, I’ve been dying to suck him off since our time in the clubhouse. His long, thick cock demands to be serviced.

I make my way down his belly, kissing scars and teasing his belly button before lowering my mouth to his cock.

“Siobhan,” Indigo says in a voice more pained than aroused.

Our gazes meet, and I’m startled by how fearful he looks.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t want you to do that,” he says, staring at me with a troubled gaze.

“It’ll feel good.”

Indigo doesn’t know how to explain his feelings. Hell, he might not even know why he feels this way.

I gently rest his impressive cock against his thigh and crawl up to his lips.

“Do you want to stop?”

Indigo scowls at me. “You just had my cock in your hand. Did it seem like I wanted to stop?”

Snickering at his meaning, I glance at his dick and shake my head. “But you asked me to stop.”

“I don’t want to come in your mouth.”

My gaze returns to his, finding him still frowning at me. His golden eyes feel electric when he’s pissed. Right now, they’re mostly annoyed.

“How come? ”

“I want to marry you. That blowjob shit feels like what a man does with a whore.”

“Oh, sweet summer child,” I say, stroking his furrowed brow. “If you don’t think my mom sucks off my dad, you truly are living in a Puritan dream world.”

“Don’t talk about them like that.”

I sit up on my knees and laugh at how we’re naked in my bed, smelling of sex and lust, yet he’s over here trying to prissy up our afternoon delight.

“Indigo, it’s not the type of fucking that makes something cheap. It’s the person you’re fucking that makes something good or not. I wouldn’t be sucking a stranger’s dick. I’m only interested in you. Blowjobs can’t cheapen what we’re building.”

Staring at me, Indigo doesn’t want to budge from his prudish stance on blowjobs. He’s spent years at the clubhouse watching women kneel for a quick suck with a guy whose name she didn’t know. In his mind, a good woman doesn’t want jizz in her mouth.

I drop back onto the bed and smile at Indigo. “I want you inside me.”

Indigo doesn’t move at first. He watches me in that overly intense way he gets when he tries to intimidate someone. Suddenly, his unflinching gaze turns off. Indigo wears a smile while he rolls over to kiss me.

My hands sink into his soft hair as he sucks at my throat and his erection nudges my thigh. Indigo makes my body crazy. I can’t see past this man.

Indigo admires my breasts before cupping them softly and sucking at my hard nipples. My pussy aches, and I nearly reach for my clit. Instead, I force myself to remain limp and compliant. Indigo needs to show me what he likes.

His tongue circles my nipple before he kisses the hard flesh. He’s so gentle yet completely in control. As he sucks at my nipples, making me squirm and sigh, he slides his free hand between my thighs. As soon as his finger grazes my clit, I buck my hips and whimper.

Indigo doesn’t hesitate despite me sounding in pain. His thumb makes sexy circles around my clit, luring me closer to my orgasm.

I need to touch Indigo. My fingers are in his hair, exploring his neck, caressing his back and shoulders. I want him inside me, even if what he’s doing with his tongue and fingers feels delicious .

The pleasure builds and builds until I feel like I’m teetering on the top of a fucking mountain. When the orgasm hits, I topple over the edge and into a freefall. I feel weightless and out of control. My mind goes blank. I can’t see past the pleasure. No way have I come this hard in my life.

I stare at Indigo in awe, too dumbstruck to form words. I watch him settle on his knees between my splayed legs. Indigo’s gaze is soft, curious, and admiring. He looks at my body and seems at peace. Even with his raging erection, Indigo doesn’t hurry to fill me.

His cock slides slowly inside my pussy, marking me. Propped over my body, he exhales full of relief at the feel of my hot flesh wrapped around his cock. When I slide my thumb across his lips, he kisses it. Indigo’s gaze holds mine as he moves slowly, taking me deeply. Once he finds his rhythm, I lift my hips at the same pace.

My fingers caress his shoulders, enjoying how his muscles flex. His golden skin shines in the late afternoon sun. Indigo is stripped bare for me right now. He can’t hide, and I love everything I see.