14. Chapter 14

Chapter fourteen

Sammy

I 'm deliciously warm. Cocooned. Safe. I'm wrapped in someone's arms and they are curled around my back, making me the little spoon.

My eyes flutter open. My bedroom is dark. It's late. The peaceful calm of the small hours of the night. Somehow I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that it is Blue who is behind me, holding me.

Something about the feel of him is achingly familiar. Which is strange, as we've barely touched before. I've also never noticed the way he smells until now. All fresh like the ocean. A hint of salt, a dash of power. Mysterious and deep. Invigorating and exhilarating, and somehow just pure Blue .

"What happened?" I ask.

The last thing I remember is sitting back-to-back with Blue while the boys performed a magic ritual on us.

"It didn't work, and it made you faint," says Blue.

"Oh."

Blue shifts slightly, and I think he is peering over my shoulder at me.

"How do you feel?" he asks, and the concern in his voice is giving my poor heart all kinds of wrong ideas.

I consider his question for a few moments. Nothing hurts or is sore. My mind feels fine. I'm not even groggy. I'm fairly certain I have all my faculties.

"Fine," I say .

Intense relief washes over me. My head spins in disorientation. I could swear that relief was Blue's. It's a little bit creepy, but not as much as it should be. Being so close to someone that you can feel what they are feeling, is kind of awesome. I'll never get to experience it again, so I'm going to enjoy it while I can.

"Are you sure?" he asks.

I wriggle over to face him. He must be able to feel my emotions too, but there is nothing like a little face to face for proving honesty. There is enough light seeping through the window from the streetlights to be able to see him. And his eyesight is bound to be a billion times better than mine.

"Absolutely," I grin.

He stares deep into my eyes for a long moment. Then he nods.

"Sorry," he says.

I shake my head. "Not your fault, so stop apologizing."

Blue's lips begin to curl up in a wry smile, but then they falter and his eyes widen with a look of panic.

Oh shit. He moved slightly and brushed over the bulge in my sweatpants.

"I'm sorry!" I exclaim in horror. "It doesn't…I don't…I won't," I trail off.

How do I explain that I woke up snuggled next to someone? Someone lovely. Someone whose genuine care for me was wafting in the air like the best perfume ever invented. It's not surprising that my body has got the wrong idea. But I know Blue is not interested in sex. That's why I wasn't paying any attention to my early morning glory.

He moves away from me. Not far, just a few inches. But his absence hurts.

"I know," he says with surprising calm. "I know it's just a physical thing."

This time, the relief flowing over me is all my own.

"I'm sorry," I say again. "It will go away in a bit," I add lamely .

A new look swirls in his expressive eyes. Something that drives away all of the panic. But I cannot read what it is. And the mate bond is being no help at all.

"You could…sort yourself out," he says softly.

All I can do is stare at him and blink. Several times. Color floods his cheeks and it looks like he is about to turn away and shut down.

"You want to watch?" I blurt frantically.

My heart is fluttering like crazy. My cock is getting very excited. My stomach is twisting.

Blue slowly licks his lips. Then he nods. My lungs start to stutter.

"Are you sure?" I whisper hoarsely.

I hope the mate bond isn't affecting him and it's not just my arousal contaminating his thoughts and giving him ideas.

"I…" he begins. He stops, takes a deep breath and starts again. "I don't want to be touched, but I still…"

He stops talking. But it's fine. I get it. Anyone touching his body would ignite a thousand traumatic memories, but he still experiences desire.

"I understand," I say.

He gives me a skeptical look, and that's fair enough. I can give him a moment to hear the truth of what I'm saying, and to see it in my eyes.

Blue stares at me and I feel him all around me. I think he is using the mate bond. It is a nice feeling. I like it.

I watch his expression as disbelief turns to surprise and then lust. My heart rate picks up even more.

"I want to watch you," he says. Clarifying and confirming. Stating his feelings out loud.

His words dance over me, tracing goosebumps along my skin. He has a lovely voice. I wonder if all sirens do? If so, I bet Blue's is still the nicest.

Blue backs a way a little further. Not from unease this time. Now, it's simply to give me room. The simple gesture is like gasoline to my smoldering arousal, and now I'm practically shaking with it.

I can't tear my eyes away from Blue. Our gazes are locked. I'm drowning in the depths of him and I don't want to be saved. I want to sink. Forever and ever and never surface again.

Awkwardly, I wriggle out of my sweatpants, all without taking my eyes off of him. It doesn't feel like there is any air between us at all. We are so close, so spiritually entwined, that mere molecules and atoms cannot separate us.

My hand drifts to my cock. I haven't actually done this very often. People usually want far more from me than to merely watch. The novelty is making me feel a little giddy. Who knew a used-up, sullied sex worker could discover something to do that still felt fresh and new. Exciting and untainted.

But then again, I suspect that doing anything with Blue would feel wonderful. He is amazing. And while he doesn't love me or want me for a mate, it's the closest I've ever gotten and I'm lapping it up.

My hand strokes up and down. I nearly let out a slutty moan, but I bite it back just in time. Blue deserves the real me, not an act.

My grip tightens. My strokes speed up. Pleasure heats and warms my blood. Blue is still drinking in the sight of me, and I love it. I make sure that everything I'm experiencing is expressed clearly on my face and in my eyes. I think I'm also letting it flow freely down the mate bond.

His pupils are growing wider, making his eyes darken. He is enjoying this. Enjoying me.

He moves, rolling away slightly. Part of me wants to whimper, but most of me knows to trust him. He rummages in the drawer of my bedside cabinet. I bite my lip and keep playing with myself.

He turns back around with my bottle of baby oil in his hand. He throws back the covers. His hand lifts high. Cool baby oil pours onto my cock. My hand slides over it. More and more slick, slightly chilly, wetness dribbles onto me. I'm burning so hot that the oil heats quickly. Soon my cock and hand are coated. I'm all slippery.

A long, deep groan escapes me. Fuck, that feels good.

Blue's eyes are still on me. He is looking at my face, not my cock, and he seems transfixed.

My pleasure is burning now. My blood is on fire. My hips are rocking. I'm whimpering and gasping. My hand is moving fast. I can feel my orgasm approaching. Growing. Gathering strength. It's going to be a good one.

Blue runs his tongue over his lips and damn, isn't that the hottest thing I've ever seen. I let out a cry. His eyes all but sparkle. He likes hearing me.

My head falls back. My back lifts off the bed and arches. I'm close, so very close. But I don't want this to end. I slow the pace of my hand. I loosen my grip. A whine spills out of me.

My free hand lifts up my tee shirt and pinches my nipple. I gasp. Wow! That feels good! A zap of pleasure straight from my nipple to my balls. I do it again and groan. Then I pull on my very erect nipple. My cock pulses in my hand. It swells. I swear I'm already harder than I have ever been in my entire life. But hey, I'm not going to complain about reaching new heights.

I tug again. A strange gurgling noise comes out of my throat. Every part of my body feels amazing. Everywhere is warm and tingly. Zinging with life. My eyes flutter closed, but I snap them open again. I want to keep looking at Blue.

I move my hand over to my neglected nipple. I twirl it between my thumb and forefinger. It's like setting off fireworks in my mind.

I pull sharply and suddenly I'm cumming. My balls have drawn up and I'm spurting everywhere. I'm crying out. Euphoria is scattering my thoughts. Ecstasy is rearranging my mind. But through it all I stare deep into Blue's eyes.

Eventually, and far too soon, I collapse, sweaty, breathless and spent.

Holy fuck.

That was the best orgasm of my life.