(ZANE)
"Speaking of which…" Blaine touches the bandage on my chest. "This should be able to come off now."
Like the other times when his focus lands so intently on me, I become awkward. Nervous. I shift on the mattress and let out a shaky breath.
"I'll, uh, remove it in the morning."
"Allow me." He leans forward and slips his arms around me.
Heat slams into the center of my chest at his close proximity. I try to tell him it am okay and I'll do it myself, but the words fail me.
His eyes don't leave mine as he unfastens the wrapping and begins to remove it.
My attention is momentarily diverted from him when the bandage comes off and exposes the pink, scarred skin beneath it. I feel like Frankenstein's monster with how big and jagged the scars are.
Blaine's brows pull together. "Considering the damage done, I'd say a scar is a small price to pay."
"Great. Just another thing to be self-conscious about."
As if my body hasn't given me enough insecurity as it is.
"Why are you self-conscious?" Blaine asks.
"Well." I avert my gaze. Being insecure about my body isn't something I want to talk, especially to him about. Too embarrassing. "I don't know."
"Tell me."
"I'm just…" I wave a hand down my torso. "I'm not exactly a swimsuit model like you and everyone else here. I go to the gym when I can, but it doesn't seem to do much good because I'm an emotional eater and end up downing a tub of ice cream anytime my feelings get hurt." "Who hurt your feelings?" Blaine glares.
"I'll kill them."
"No need for that," I say, my voice going up in pitch.
By the murderous gleam in his eyes, I a hundred percent believe he'd do it.
"I've just been on a few bad dates lately. Normal dating stuff. The last guy was more interested in our waiter than he was in me. The one before him made a stupid comment about how he usually only dates guys who are fit. I know I'm not the bestlooking guy in the world, but I—"
A low growl forms in Blaine's throat as he hovers over me.
He braces his arms on each side of my head. The intensity in his eyes made me look away. "Look at me," he says. With my heart pounding against my ribs and my cheeks on fire, I peer up at him. His grey eyes look darker in the dim light. "I never want to hear you talk bad about yourself again. Do you understand me? You're so damn beautiful, Zane." He grips the side of my neck before leaning in closer, his mouth at my ear. "The only thing I want to hear is you screaming my name as I fuck you. Over and over again."
It is too hard hard to breathe. My brain misfires, jumbling up my thoughts and taking away my ability to form any kind of coherent response. Tingles spread throughout my body, and my temperature skyrockets.
Something he said sticks out to me though.
"You called me beautiful," I manag to say, my voice shaking. I get the impression he doesn't use that word often. So it feels special coming from him. Sincere. "No one's ever said that before."
"Then they're all goddamn idiots."
And then Blaine lips touch mine.
The scent of sandalwood and citrus wraps around me as he pushes me to my back, his lips moving on mine. My heart thrashes in my chest as I part my lips, letting his tongue slip inside my mouth.
Fuck. I feel a little light-headed as our tongues swirl together. His taste was intoxicating. Never once have I been kissed like that. Blaine's gravelly voice, his scent, and the feel of his hard body on mine —I am entirely consumed by it all. By him. I don't care that I hardly know him. I don't care that it was probably a one time fuck, solely driven by the mutual need to get off.
I don't need a promise of forever.
No.
All I need right right now is a hard fucking I'll never forget. And I know he'll give it to me.
I need him to.
The blanket separates us, and he sits back a little to tug it down.
Right away, insecurity slams into me. The bedside lamp is on, and I'm shirtless. Definitely no way to hide the parts of myself I don't like.
I wouldn't call myself chubby. Just… a bit too flabby and soft for my liking. But before I can get carried away with that line of thinking, Blaine's mouth is on mine again. We break apart long enough for him to tug his shirt over his head and toss it aside, and then we come back together in a heated kiss.
The hard ridges of his abdomen slide against my bare stomach, causing my blood to boil even more. God, I want him so much.
He settles between my legs, the hard ridge of his cock straining against his pants. My ass aches at the thought of him filling me.
Will I be able to walk tomorrow? Probably not. But I didn't give a damn.
"Are you sure you want this?" Blaine asks between kisses, his hand cupping my side while the other rested at my neck.
His hands are big, just like the rest of him. I want them all over me. I nod, my brain too fogged with lust for me to speak.
"Fair warning, human." He dips his head and nips at my throat. "I fuck hard. I don't do gentle." Yes. Rest in peace my ass. I am so fucking ready to be destroyed.
"Fine with me," I pant, gripping his lower back.
Blaine kisses down to my collarbone, then licks a trail to my nipple before suckling it. The hot wetness of his mouth is a shock to the senses. I gasp and take hold of his head, keeping it in place. I feel him smile before flicking his tongue against it.
"You like that, do you?" he asks in a husky tone.
"Mhm." He sucks it again and tweaks my other nipple between two fingers.
I grow hard as steel, my cock tenting the front of my pajama bottoms. Another growl rumbles in his chest as his fingers dip below the waistband of my pants and tugged them down. He continues his descent down my body, kissing my ribs and then nibbling at my belly button.
When he reaches my cock, he wastes no time before taking me all the way to the back of his throat. I shakily exhale and slide my fingers through his short hair, my head falling back on the pillow.
Blaine strokes my tip as he lowers his face to my balls and sucks one into his mouth.
Sweat beads on my chest, and it feels like I've just been thrown into a furnace.
Foreplay has been pretty nonexistent for me in the past. I normally suck the guy's dick, he fingered my ass just enough to stretch me open, and then he climbs on top of me and fucks me until he nut.
Im not used to this. Blaine is taking his time. Making it last.
Suddenly, he stops. I glance down to see him staring at the door. Then, he shakes his head with a soft laugh.
"What?" I ask.
"Valerian," he says, returning his eyes to me. "Check the nightstand drawer. He just told me he put something in there for us."
"He told you? Oh, right. The telepathy thing."
I open the drawer to find a bottle of lube.
"You're blushing."
"No, I'm not." I grab the lube and place it beside me on the bed. "When did he sneak that in here?"
"When he set up your room." Blaine tilts his head. "Still blushing."
"It's just my face," I lie, feeling my cheeks heat even more. I don't know why seeing the lube embarrasses me. Especially since my dick is bobbing next to his mouth right this freaking moment.
"Do you fuck all humans you bring home? Is that why he assumed we'd hook up?" That jealous feeling gnaws at my chest again. I hate it.
"You're the first human I've ever brought here. It's why Kian was so angry. Now you're smiling." "Stop." I cover my face with both hands. "I'm turning off the light."
"No. I want to see you." I peek at him between my fingers.
"I want to see you too."
"Then stop hiding from me. Let me see you."