Blue eyes, love and dirty talk

The bell above the door jingled as I stepped inside, the familiar scent of vanilla and something faintly citrusy wrapping around me like a warm embrace. B’s apartment always smelled like home—messy, lived-in, with a hint of something sweet that clung to the air long after she’d baked. The crates from this morning’s delivery still sat half-unpacked in the kitchen, a reminder of the way her fingers had trembled against mine when I’d helped her carry them upstairs.

I set the grocery bag down on the counter, the weight of it familiar now, like the rhythm of our encounters. My gaze flicked up, catching her mid-stride as she walked in from the living room, her denim shorts riding just low enough to tease the curve of her hips. That little fringe of hers bounced with each step, framing her face in a way that made my pulse quicken. Her blue eyes—god, those eyes—locked onto mine, and even from across the room, I could see the flicker of something warm and inviting there.

"You’re early," she said, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "Or did you just miss me?"

I swallowed hard, my fingers curling against the edge of the counter. "Maybe a little of both." My voice came out rougher than I intended, but the way her smile deepened told me she liked it.

She tilted her head, studying me with that knowing look she had, the one that made me feel like she could see straight through to the thoughts racing behind my eyes. "You always bring the strangest things," she mused, peering into the bag. "Like, why did you think I needed a bag of those weird gummy worms last time?"

I grinned, leaning back against the counter. "Because you ate them all in one sitting, and I thought you’d appreciate a repeat performance."

She laughed, the sound light and teasing, and damn it, if that didn’t make my chest tighten. "You’re ridiculous." Her fingers brushed against the counter as she reached for the bag, and for a second, I swore I felt the ghost of her touch on my skin.

I cleared my throat, shifting my weight. "So… you gonna invite me in this time, or do I have to stand here like a delivery boy with no perks?"

Her eyebrows shot up, but the smirk never left her face. "Oh, you think you’re getting perks just for bringing groceries?"

"I think," I said, pushing off the counter and stepping closer, "that you’ve been teasing me for weeks with those shorts and that fringe, and I’m done waiting."

Her breath hitched just slightly, her lips parting. That was all the invitation I needed.

I didn’t wait for another word. I moved before she could react, closing the distance between us in two strides. My hands found her waist, pulling her flush against me, and the way her body melted into mine sent a jolt straight through me. Her blue eyes darkened, pupils widening as she tilted her head back to meet my gaze.

"You’re impossible," she whispered, but there was no real irritation in her voice. Just heat.

"And you love it," I countered, my thumb brushing against the bare skin just above her shorts. Her breath hitched again, and I felt her hands press against my chest, not to push me away, but to anchor herself.

I leaned in, my lips brushing the shell of her ear as I whispered, "Tell me to stop, and I will."

She didn’t.

Instead, her fingers curled into the fabric of my shirt, gripping tight as if she were the one holding on for dear life. "Don’t you dare stop," she breathed.

That was all the permission I needed.

I stepped back just enough to give myself space, my hands sliding down to the button of my jeans. Her eyes followed the movement, her tongue darting out to wet her lips, and god, the way she looked at me—like I was something to savor, something to worship—made my cock ache.

"I’ve been thinking about this," I admitted, freeing myself with a slow, deliberate motion. My fingers wrapped around my length, already hard and aching for her. "About the way your eyes go all dark when you’re turned on. The way your tongue flicks out when you’re nervous. The way you bite your lip when you’re trying not to beg."

Her chest rose and fell with a shaky breath. "P—"

I cut her off with a shake of my head. "No, let me talk. Let me tell you exactly what I want to do to you." My fist stroked slowly, deliberately, watching the way her gaze locked onto the motion. "I want to come all over your face. I want to mark you. I want to see my cum on your skin, on your lips, in your eyes." A low groan escaped me at the thought. "I want to ruin you, B."

Her breath hitched, her fingers tightening on my shirt. "Fuck, you’re good at that."

I chuckled darkly, my thumb swiping over the head of my cock, spreading the bead of pre-cum. "You have no idea." I stepped closer again, my free hand cupping her jaw, my thumb brushing over her cheekbone. "Look at me, baby."

Her eyes snapped up to mine, and I lost myself in them for a second, in the way they shimmered with need, with trust. With *want*.

"Tell me you want this," I murmured. "Tell me you want me to mark you."

Her lips parted, a shuddering breath escaping her. "I want it. I want you."

That was all I needed.

I angled my hips, my cock already throbbing as I stepped closer, the tip brushing against her cheek. She turned her face slightly, her tongue darting out to wet her lips in anticipation. I groaned at the sight, my fist working faster now, my breath coming in ragged pulls.

"You’re so fucking perfect," I growled, my thumb still tracing her jawline. "So fucking beautiful."

She whimpered, her eyes fluttering shut as the first bead of cum hit her cheek, warm and sticky. I watched, mesmerized, as it dripped down her skin, her lashes fluttering against her flushed cheeks.

"Look at me," I commanded, my voice rough with need.

Her eyes flew open, locking onto mine as I stroked myself, my cum painting her face in slow, deliberate strokes. I watched the way her pupils dilated, the way her breath hitched with every jet that hit her skin. Her lips parted, a soft moan escaping her as I dragged the tip of my cock along her bottom lip, smearing more of myself across her mouth.

"Fuck, you take it so well," I groaned, my hips stuttering as I neared my climax. "Such a good girl for me."

Her nails dug into my shirt, her body trembling against mine as I finally let go, my release painting her face in thick, white ribbons. I groaned, my head falling back for a second as I spilled the last of myself onto her skin, her lips, her chin. When I finally looked down, she was a mess—her face glistening, her lips parted, her eyes glazed with pleasure.

I didn’t give her time to react. I dropped to my knees in front of her, my hands gripping her thighs as I pressed my mouth to her skin, licking and sucking at the mess I’d made, cleaning her up with slow, worshipful strokes of my tongue. She whimpered, her fingers tangling in my hair, holding me close as I worshipped her.

"You’re mine," I murmured against her skin, my voice rough with possession. "All mine."

She shuddered, her body arching into my touch. "Yours," she breathed.

I pulled back just enough to look up at her, my hands still gripping her thighs. Her face was a canvas of my desire, her blue eyes still dark with need, her lips swollen from where I’d pressed my cock against them.

I stood slowly, my hands sliding up to cup her face, my thumbs brushing over her cheeks. "You’re stunning like this," I told her, my voice soft now, almost reverent. "All marked up for me."

She smiled, her fingers reaching up to touch my wrist, her thumb brushing over my pulse point. "I love when you talk to me like that," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "It does things to me."

I chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Good. Because I plan on doing it a lot."

She laughed, the sound light and happy, and I felt something in my chest tighten at the sight of her like this—relaxed, sated, *happy*.

I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close, and she melted against me, her head resting against my shoulder. "You’re staying for dinner, right?" she asked, her voice muffled against my shirt.

I kissed the top of her head, inhaling the vanilla scent of her hair. "Try and make me leave."

She hummed in contentment, her arms sliding around my waist, holding me just as tight. And for the first time in a long time, I felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be.