Blaze entered me, filling me up with one swift movement. Pulling my knees up against either side of him, he held them as he fucked me, thrusting into me hard.
“Yes, yes,” I urged him. It was no longer funny, and I was no longer giggling. Instead, I was falling into him, wrapping my legs around him, pressing my calves into the small of his back, pulling him deeper inside me. I wanted him more and more.
“Dani.” I felt myself going higher and higher as he whispered my name, over and over. He held my hands, and I dug my fingers into the back of them as he rode me, all the while whispering. Then he pulled my hands up above my head, pinning them to the bed, and suddenly, unexpectedly, fear washed over me like a wave. The momentary loss of control reminded me of the night with Billy, when Billy's hands were wrapped around my neck.
“No, no, no,” I said, struggling against him.
Blaze froze. "What's wrong?"
“No, stop.” I yelled this time, pushing hard against his hands. I felt like I couldn’t breathe.
“What’s wrong? What did I do?”
“Get off me. Get off me.” I couldn’t see his face as I scrambled up, running to the bathroom and emptying the contents of my stomach into the toilet, but I could hear the bewilderment and distress in his voice. Breathe. Breathe. I choked, gasping for oxygen, and then dry-heaved, the bitter taste of vomit in my mouth.
I felt Blaze behind me. Then he crouched down beside me. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’t think.”
I hunched over the toilet, my breathing slowing, my heart rate decreasing, more humiliated than anything. “You didn’t know,” I said. “I didn’t know.” I knew it wasn’t my fault for remembering what Billy had done, but I felt weak and irrational all the same.
He stood, getting me a cool washcloth and wiping my forehead, then my cheeks, then my lips. “I should have anticipated that,” he said. “I’m so sorry.”
Later, after I’d cleaned up, he snuggled up against me in bed, his arms wrapped around my waist. I was glad he seemed to just sense I didn’t want to talk about it.
When I drifted off to sleep, my last thought was that I wanted to stay like this with him forever.
I blinked open my eyes the next morning to light streaming through the windows and Blaze gone. Oh crap. Had he left, the way I’d left him after that first night in the hotel? “Blaze?” What the hell time was it? I couldn’t remember the last time I’d slept like that.
The bedroom door creaked open and Blaze walked inside, plates and silverware carefully arranged on a breakfast tray in his hands. “Good morning,” he said.
“What time is it?”
“Only nine,” he said.
“It’s so bright. I feel like I slept forever.”
“I didn’t want to wake you. You were dead to the world.”
“Oh my God. How long have you been awake? You’re all dressed and have breakfast ready? I’m a total slacker.”
“I figured I’d make myself useful. When’s the last time you were waited on hand and foot?” Blaze grinned, setting the tray down on the bed and sliding in beside me. “Wait, no, I don’t want to know that answer. I’m sure all those Stanford boys are falling all over themselves for you.”
“Hah.” I accepted a cup of coffee gratefully, sipping on it. “Uh, Blaze - about last night. I ruined the moment and -”
“Say no more,” he said. “I wasn’t thinking at all. I should have realized it would affect you like that.”
“But it hasn’t,” I protested. “I don’t know why that happened. I haven’t had any bad dreams or anything. It was just so out of the blue.”
Blaze shrugged. “Things like that are unpredictable.”
“Yeah, but in the middle of sex and -”
“Hey,” he said, leaning over and putting his index finger on my lips. “Life’s messy. It’s just how things are. It’s not anything you should feel bad about. My cock didn’t shrivel up and fall off just because we didn’t finish.”
I grinned wickedly, looking at his jeans. “No, it certainly did not, did it?” I picked up the breakfast tray and set it on a desk in the corner of the room.
“Hey! Aren’t you hungry?”
I turned around. “Absolutely starving.”
“The food’s - oh.”
“Oh. Yeah, I wasn’t talking about that food.” I climbed back over him, unbuttoning his pants as he lay back on the pillows, his hands trailing lazily through my hair as it fell forward near his face. I made quick work of his jeans, yanking at the sides as he arched his hips off the bed to help me. “Oh, I see how it is. Hard already?”
Blaze grinned sheepishly. “Girl, I can’t explain what you do to me.”