Part 8 (1/2)
”Would that be a punishment or a reward for blowing your mind?”
His face softened a little and he laughed. ”I haven't decided yet. I can't think straight.”
I hummed in antic.i.p.ation. ”I can't wait to find out.”
I knew he couldn't go again so soon, yet I continued my sabotage of his torso with my mouth. I couldn't get enough of him. Pleasing him was addictive, and I needed another fix. I moved over his body eagerly. I licked the salt off his skin, still slick with sweat from his release. The clean, masculine scent of him drugged me with l.u.s.t. Before I could go any lower, he flipped me onto my back. He pushed me up on the bed and spread my legs wide. I squirmed in antic.i.p.ation. The only thing better than giving Blake head was getting it from him. He had a supremely talented mouth.
He posted himself in prime position and stared at me, his breath still coming hard. He touched me softly, up and down my thighs. I s.h.i.+fted anxiously, all too aware of the ache between my legs.
”Touch yourself.”
”Why?”
”Just do it. Do everything you'd do if I weren't here about to f.u.c.k you right now.”
Tentatively, I lowered my hand and started slow movements over my c.l.i.t. Blake kissed me up and down my thighs, my calves, my ankles, everywhere but where I really wanted him the most.
”Do you think about me when you do this?” His warm breath sent chills over me. My body tightened in response.
”I haven't had to do this since we met. I much prefer your touch to my own. Why don't you touch me? Please.”
”Don't stop. I want to watch you. Do you have a vibrator?”
I rolled my eyes, slightly insulted that he had to ask. ”I'm a modern woman. Obviously I have a vibrator.”
”Where is it?”
I hesitated, suddenly feeling as shy as I was modern. ”In my underwear drawer. Why?”
He planted an open mouthed kiss on my inner thigh that made me gasp.
”Just wondering. Continue.”
I obeyed, letting my fingers fall into a rhythm that my body knew well. The movements were easy and smooth because I was already wet. He could be inside me so easily now. No resistance.
”You're beautiful down here. So pretty and pink. I want to shave you sometime. Lick all the soft skin. Have you ever done that?”
I shook my head. I wasn't sure how I felt about this up close a.n.a.lysis of my lady parts. He was throwing me for a loop. I just wanted him to suck or f.u.c.k me already.
”I can't do this.” For the first time in my life, pleasuring myself was starting to p.i.s.s me off. I wanted his hands on me. I felt like I was settling for less, embarking on the solitary journey to o.r.g.a.s.m as a means to an end. Nothing like the unexpected and deliriously pleasurable adventures that Blake took me on.
”Are you embarra.s.sed?”
”No... A little, maybe. But I don't want to come this way.”
”You won't. You're giving me what I want, and trust me, nothing and no one's going to make you come but me from now on. You're going to show me how you touch yourself, and then when you're just about to come, I'm going to put my c.o.c.k in you. Can you handle that?”
”Can you use your mouth?” I pleaded.
He propped himself on his elbow and half rolled his eyes. ”You know, Erica, you're not exactly being obedient. I've given you the game plan, which, lucky for you, doesn't involve any props because they're in my apartment. But if you keep talking, I'm going to just throw you over my knee and spank the h.e.l.l out of you. Get it?”
I giggled, but my laughter faded. His gaze was dead serious. Oh, he wasn't kidding.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes so I wouldn't be tempted to laugh. Challenging Blake was too fun, but I didn't want to be spanked like a petulant child right now.
I kept my eyes closed so I could concentrate, trying to forget that Blake was watching everything. I tensed and tightened, grabbing my breast, arching into my own touch. I was getting close, my motions becoming more urgent, less graceful. My mind spun. I imagined Blake was there instead. His name left my lips again and again. I needed him inside me. I was about to come when he caught my wrists, holding them tight to my sides.
”Have to taste you for a minute, baby.” His tongue flattened and lashed across my c.l.i.t. The slow and steady climb to my o.r.g.a.s.m sharpened into a steep one. I cried out as the sensation of his mouth on me launched me perilously close to the precipice. I bucked my hips, desperate for him, for more delicious Blake contact. He tore away, but before I could protest, he'd buried his c.o.c.k in me b.a.l.l.s deep in one single thrust, quickly followed by another.
”Blake, oh G.o.d, I'm coming,” I cried, my body shuddering with the searing pleasures overwhelming me.
”That's right, I want to feel you fist around my c.o.c.k. You're so f.u.c.king tight already.”
He kept up his punis.h.i.+ng thrusts, thumbing my c.l.i.t in careful circles until I came with a wild string of cries. I swore, in my mindless release, that nothing had ever felt that good. Ever.
Blake found his own pleasure somewhere in the blur of my o.r.g.a.s.m and collapsed over me. We lay there in a wasted heap, our breathing shallow and uneven.
”Good girl,” Blake whispered.
CHAPTER FIVE.
I decided to go in late to work so I could see Alli off the next day. Heath and Blake were in the living room, talking quietly, catching up. For four people who cared about each other so much, we all had a lot of catching up to do.
I helped Alli pack since she'd lost time staying the night with Heath. I could tell from her frazzled and sleep deprived state that they'd had an intense night. Probably no less intense than the one that Blake and I had shared. She was right about these Landon men keeping us on our toes. Heaven help us both.
But her color was back and her mood was lively again. She struggled to zip up the luggage that always seemed to grow after a visit even though we hadn't done any shopping. She conquered it and stood back, hands on her hips. I checked the time. We only had a few more minutes before we sent her off to the airport.
”I guess this is it,” I said. I tried not to think about how much time would go by before I saw Alli again.
Tears spilled over onto her cheeks. She pulled me into a tight hug and sniffled into my shoulder. We'd had a great visit, but I knew her tears weren't all for me.
”It's going to be okay, I promise.”
”You promise?” She pulled back, holding my hands tightly in her own.
”I promise.” Come back and we can all be together, I thought but swallowed the words. No point in going there. That was her choice to make. She knew she could always come back.
”Heath loves you and I love you.”
”And you love Blake!” She giggled through her tears.
I hugged her again. We separated once Heath popped his head into the bedroom.
”Time to go, babe.”