Chapter 170 ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY

Chapter 170 ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY
Scarlett's POV

There was something different about Blue’s actions right now. They were gentle, but desperate. It was like he was trying to drown out the burdening reality of everything that had happened today. I couldn't even imagine how horrible this day must have been for him—with all the relentless fighting, the life-or-death scares, and losing Tanner...

If giving him this moment could help him destress even a little bit, I was more than willing to take it.

Blue adjusted my position, shifting me until I was straddling one of his legs. He slowly pulled his lips away from mine, his breath hot against my mouth as he whispered, "Ride me, Red. Take your pleasure."

All my nerve endings ignited at his words. I was fast reminded of just how hot Blue's body and words could be, making my stomach flip.

But then I remembered that this wasn't really about me right now, even though he was still being selfless by focusing on my satisfaction first.

I slid down off his leg, sinking down to my knees on the damp ground in front of him. It felt much like deja vu.

I looked up into his sizzling gaze and said softly, "No. Take your pleasure, Duncan."

His eyes blazed with an intense fire. He ran his fingers gently through my thick hair before gripping a solid portion at the base of my neck.

The movement forced my head back, making me look straight up at him.

"I will not be gentle," he warned, his voice low and husky. "You can still back out. Actually... let's not do this."

He used his hand on his uninjured side to tug on my arm, trying to pull me back up into a seat.

I stubbornly remained right where I was on the ground, holding his gaze. "I want to do this."

He searched my eyes for a long second, seeing the quiet offering I was making him. Then, in one swift, fluid movement, he shifted the chair he was sitting in so that it faced the wall. He was being remarkably careful of his stitched shoulder as he moved.

I watched his face closely, but I didn't see him wince even once. Didn't it hurt at all?

Still, I was genuinely grateful for the new position. Even if someone happened to walk into this dark side of the tunnel, they might have a pretty good idea of what was going on, but they wouldn't be able to actually see anything.

I slowly ran my hands up his broad thighs, using the warm touch to push away the small edge of nervousness trying to bleed through my chest.

I reached for his waist, unzipping his trousers, and gently palmed his warm length through the fabric of his dark boxers.

I felt him twitch under my palm, a hungry reaction that sent a jolt of heat straight to my core. Blue just leaned back against the seat, his eyes hooded and dark, watching me with a predatory intensity that made my breath hitch.

He loved this—the anticipation, the way I trembled just slightly under his gaze.

"Don't keep me waiting, Red," he rasped, his voice a low growl that vibrated in the small space between us.

I swallowed hard, my fingers shaking as I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and tugged them down. His cock sprang free, thick and pulsing, already weeping a bead of clear pre-cum at the tip.

It was imposing, a weight of heat and muscle that demanded my full attention. I leaned in to let my breath warm the sensitive head before I flicked my tongue across the slit, tasting the salt of him.

Blue let out a guttural hiss, his fingers suddenly diving into my hair. He gripped the roots, his knuckles brushing my scalp as he forced my head forward.

"Take it," he commanded.

I opened my mouth wide, sliding my lips over the crown of his cock. I took him in slowly at first, feeling the sheer girth stretch my cheeks, but Blue wasn't interested in a slow burn. He groaned, his grip tightening in my hair as he began to thrust his hips upward, driving himself deep into my throat.

I gagged, my eyes watering instantly as he hit the back of my throat with a brutal force. The sensation was overwhelming, coupled with the smell of his skin, the taste of him, and the suffocating pressure of his length filling every inch of my mouth.

I tried to pull back to catch a break, but he held me firmly in place, his fingers winding tighter into my locks to keep me pinned.

"Stay right there," he grunted, his pace increasing. "Suck it, Red. I want to feel every bit of your throat tightening around me."

I obeyed, swirling my tongue around the head while he hammered into me. I could hear the wet, slapping sound of his thighs hitting my face, the friction of skin on skin.

I focused on the feeling of him, the way his muscles coiled and tightened, the way he breathed in ragged gasps.

He began to thrust harder, his movements becoming frantic and rough. He wasn't being gentle, and that was exactly why my heart was racing. The darkness of the room seemed to close in around us, leaving nothing but the sound of my muffled moans and the rhythmic thud of his body driving into mine.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his voice breaking.

He shifted his grip, one hand leaving my hair to press firmly against the back of my neck, shoving me even deeper. I felt the prickle of tears in my eyes, the natural instinct to struggle fighting with the desperate need to please him.

I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft, squeezing tight, using my palm to massage the veins that stood out like cords under his skin.

Blue’s breath hitched, his entire body stiffening. I could feel the tension peaking, the muscles in his thighs locking up. He gave one final, deep shove, burying himself to the hilt in my throat, and let out a loud, shattered moan.

I felt the first hot jet of cum hit the back of my throat, followed by another, and another. He pulsed inside me, filling my mouth with his thick, salty seed. I stayed there, taking every drop, swallowing hard as he continued to twitch inside me, his grip on my hair finally loosening as he slumped back against the seat, completely spent.

Then came the rapid sound of footsteps.