Free Trueblood 01-The-Consolation-Prize by aaa Page A

could watch TV.
    There was no TV. She hadn’t noticed before. That was very odd. Chloe couldn’t think of anywhere she’d stayed that didn’t have a TV in the room. So what else could she do? Her hand already had a plan. It was sliding under her thigh. She’d feel more relaxed if she’d had a mind-blowing orgasm. Ha . That would be a first. An everyday orgasm would work equally well and she had the perfect guy to imagine with her. Okay, his brain wasn’t perfect but his body was if she ignored the cuts.
    Chloe shoved the covers to the end of the bed with her feet and shifted onto her back. She rolled her hands down her body, sliding them over her thighs, reaching as far as she could without sitting up, then swept them back up, featherlight caresses, circling her breasts, tormenting herself until her nipples stood up in sharp relief and she could see them in the gloom.
    She imagined Luka standing at the end of the bed, no marks on his skin, his eyes fixed on her, wanting her, his cock rigid with blood, angled towards her, glistening with need. He crawled onto the bed, focused on her breasts, his strong, muscular body pressing on hers as he leaned over and took a nipple between his lips. Chloe’s hips arched off the mattress. She felt hot and wild. The only thing to make this perfect would be Luka actually there.
    His mouth teased her sensitive breasts, one after the other, swapping in a blur of motion that was too fast for Chloe to control. She snapped her eyes open needing to check he wasn’t actually in the room. Then his tongue traced a path over her collarbone, up the column of her throat until he reached her mouth. Chloe licked her lips, sucked his tongue inside her mouth, pulled until she could have dragged all of him inside her. One hand slid down to grasp his cock, the other to glide lightly over her wet slit.

    She ran her fist up and down his length as the fingers of her other hand began to play in her folds, gentle strokes, little nips. He was so big. Would he fit? Chloe cupped his tight balls and squeezed, coaxing a groan from his throat. She wanted them in her mouth, wanted to tease them apart, suck them, feel them harden and draw up as his climax came on. But this was her fantasy and she also didn’t want to move.
    Chloe let him take her ankles and pull her legs further apart. One finger slipped inside her. It was hers but then his joined hers, so they plunged together side by side. A whimper slipped from Chloe’s throat. Deep in the thrall of passion, Luka became more substantial in her mind. She could feel his finger inside her, feel his steel-hard erection pressed against her leg.
    “You want my cock inside you, Chloe?”
    “Fuck me,” she whispered.
    The fingers pulled back and the smooth knob of his cock nudged the entrance to her body.
    “Can you take all of me?” he asked.
    “Yes.”
    Her clit throbbed with need. She felt the little pearl emerge as the hood slid back and Chloe flicked the sensitive mound with a finger. Two hands. One finger flicking, rubbing, circling. Two fingers diving, thrusting, jerking. Now three. Oh God . Chloe could feel release coming. It was there, lurking in the background but she had to stay focused. She was wet, dripping, desperate.
    “Fuck me,” she gasped. “Luka.”
    As she called his name, there was an explosion of sensation inside her. In her mind Luka touched her everywhere. He kissed her toes, mouthed her instep, licked her knee, bit her hip, cupped her breast, laved her stomach, and pumped inside her, his cock pounding into her as fire took hold in her veins. Her hips bucked as rapture overtook her. Chloe stopped breathing and fell into the inferno. Each burning ripple that cascaded through her body was echoed by the clenching of her pussy. She wanted it to last forever even as it faded away.
    “Ssshit,” Chloe hissed. Maybe she could do mind-blowing on her own. She rolled onto her side, pulled up the covers, and fell fast asleep.

    Luka watched in