by Grace James
He grinned. “Yeah you did.”
“It’s my turn to ask you something now,” I said, pulling back and looking into his eyes.
He groaned. “No…”
“Oh yeah, you don’t get to ask all the questions. I want a turn.”
He sighed. “Okay.”
“Okay. It’s a variation on your question. If we had met first and you had used a cheesy line on me and it had worked, and I’d slept with you that night, would you still be with me now?”
He stared at me in silence. I raised my eyebrows, challenging him to give me the truth. “Shit,” he muttered.
“Is that a ‘no’?”
“No.”
“Then what?”
“I don’t know. Maybe not…probably not.”
“Wow,” I couldn’t help the hurt that welled inside.
“Are you gonna let me explain now?”
I nodded.
“If we’d fucked that night, I probably wouldn’t have bothered getting to know you afterwards…or maybe I would. I honestly don’t know.” He looked at me earnestly. “Sex never meant shit to me before you. It means something to me now ‘cause I love you. Maybe it would still have meant something if I’d fucked you straight away. I don’t know.”
I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him again. “Thank you for being honest.”
He exhaled heavily and I got the impression it was out of relief. “I’ll always be honest with you. I never want us to lie to each other, Princess.”
“Me neither.”
“It’s important to me,” he pressed. “Even if the truth doesn’t sound good, promise me you’ll never lie to me.”
“I promise.” I said, and I meant it, I wanted to share everything with him.
92
When we had finished breakfast, I cleared our plates and cups and filled the sink with water, ready to wash them. As I put the first plate into the suds, I felt something brush the back of my knee. I looked back to see Blake kneeling on the floor behind me, kissing the backs of my legs.
As I watched, he ran his huge hands up the backs of my thighs and lightly cupped my ass under the t-shirt. “Eyes front, Princess,” he smirked up at me.
I bit my lip as a thrill shot through me, but I looked back at the bowl of bubbles in front of me. Then nothing happened for maybe ten seconds; I was just about to turn back around when I felt his hands clutch my ass tighter and then spread me wide.
“Blake!” I gasped, shocked and a little self conscious, thinking about the view that he would have.
“Holy fuck, you’re incredible,” he said, right before I felt his hot tongue on my sex.
Any protests that I had been about to voice died before they even made it out of my brain. His skilled tongue teased my opening before sliding forward, hot and wet, and flicking against my clit before sliding back through my wetness.
He repeated that routine until I was moaning and bucking backwards a little, completely involuntarily.
Suddenly, he withdrew his tongue and released his hold on my ass. I started to turn around but he stopped me with a light spank to my right ass cheek. I had never been spanked before – even as gently as that – and I was a little horrified to find that I liked it.
“Eyes front,” he commanded. “Hold on to the counter.”
I took my hands out of the water and held on to the front of counter, mindless of the water dripping down the cupboards, too curious and turned on to care.
Then he moved a hand around to my front and skimmed over my neat mound, over my clit, to dip one finger inside me briefly. Then he used my own juices as a lubricant as he started to massage my clit.
Seconds later, his other hand started to tease my lips. He would use two fingers to part them while a third would dip inside me, only a little way, enough to drive me crazy without actually hitting the spot.
Every time I neared orgasm, he would ease up on the clit-massage until I calmed down, then he would start all over again.
I wiggled against him, trying to get his finger deeper inside me, but he didn’t comply, he just carried on teasing me.
Soon, I was beside myself, completely at the mercy of my desperate need to come. “Blake, please! I need to – oh God – make me come,” I begged.
I heard him chuckle darkly behind me. “Thought you’d never ask,” he said. A delicious stretching sensation told me that he was pushing more than one finger into me – more like two or three. And he wasn’t pushing them in with his palm facing upwards; I knew his palm must be facing downwards, because I felt that incredible pressure on my g-spot that told me he was curling his fingers into my front wall, stroking me right on the centre of my need, right on my molten core.
My GOD, he knew what he was doing.
I whimpered and bucked, clutching the counter tightly to hold myself up. I ground harder onto his hand, soaking it with my juices, mindless with desire.
“That’s right, baby, fuck my fingers.” He increased the pressure on my clit, rubbing it faster. “Come for me. Come all over my hand,” he ordered.
His words sent a buzz of excitement through me and then I was contracting greedily around his fingers, squeezing them tightly as I screamed his name. I came so hard my knees buckled and Blake moved his hand away from my clit and hooked an arm around my waist to steady me – but he kept his fingers buried inside me as my contractions slowed.
Eventually he removed them and stood up fully, but kept his other arm around my waist. I got myself under control and locked my knees to stop myself from sagging to the floor.
I leant my head back on to his chest and felt him kiss the shell of my ear. “Want to fuck you bareback,” he whispered.
I tensed immediately, turning my head so that I could see his face.
“Got tested this week,” he said. “I’m clean. Are you on birth control?”
I nodded dumbly as my heart hammered in my chest. I had been on the pill since just after I lost my virginity but even so, I had never had sex without a condom. I had always insisted Connor wear one because I wanted to be extra safe…and, maybe, if I’m honest, I hadn’t trusted him one hundred percent.
“I’m clean too,” I said. “I got tested last week, right after…” I trailed off; I didn’t want to finish the sentence. I didn’t want to mention Connor’s name or the break up right then.
Understanding – or rather misunderstanding – flared in Blake’s eyes and his jaw clenched.
“But I’ve never had sex without a condom before,” I told him. I wanted him to know; I wanted him to realize that this was a big deal.
His eyes softened and he clutched me to him and lowered his head to my neck again. “Me neither,” he breathed into my ear.
My heart nearly stopped.
I’d figured there wasn’t anything sexual he hadn’t already done.
“What?!” I gasped.
I heard the smirk in his voice as he nibbled on my earlobe. “You’ll be my first.”
Oh. My. God.
My desire for him doubled.
I pressed myself back into him, curling my right hand around behind me to squeeze his perfect ass through his sweats. His arms released their strong hold on me and started to roam over my body, kneading my breasts through the tee that I still wore. Then one hand started to travel lower, lifting the shirt at the front and cupping me, sliding wetly over my swollen lips.
I moaned and released my hold on his ass, leaning forwards and bracing my hands on the counter again, offering myself to him.
“Does this mean ‘yes’?” he asked thickly.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Sure, baby?”
“Yes, I’m sure.” I looked back at him over my shoulder, biting my lip to stop from giggling at the look of pure glee on his face.
As soon as our eyes met, his expression changed to one of dark lust as he pulled the t-shirt tight against my breasts, gathering it around my back and fisting a hand in it, using it to hold me still. Then I felt the kiss of his scor
ching hot cock against my sensitive lips before he slooowly forced the crown inside me.
The feel of his velvet soft skin sliding over me, through me, into me, was like heaven. I whimpered and tried to buck back into him, but he just held the shirt tighter, forcing me to stay still.
He grunted as my walls contracted around him – an aftershock from my last orgasm or the beginning of another, I couldn’t tell which. “Fuck, you feel amazing,” he groaned.
He gradually fed me all of his cock, until he was in as far as he could go, with his stomach flush against my back and the soft feel of his sweats – which he had just shoved down a little – on my upper thighs. He curled his arm around my hips and pulled me upwards onto my tiptoes, then further as he straightened up completely. My feet were off the floor by several inches by the time he was done. All that was supporting me were my hands on the counter and his strength. I was completely at his mercy.
I felt his breath against the back of my neck as he kissed behind my ear and then took my earlobe in his teeth and tugged gently. “I fucking love you,” he said gruffly.
Oh God, just hearing him say those words sent a spark to my clit.
“I love you, too,” I gasped.
He started to rock back and forth inside of me, slowly at first, but he soon sped up, thrusting into me, faster and faster. Within a few minutes his pace was furious and ruthless as his shaft filled every part of me, stretching me to the cusp of pain before retreating, only to surge forwards again, creating a delicious blend of pleasure and pain.
Every time he speared me to the root I screamed. Words were beyond me; all I could do was hold on to the counter for dear life as drove into me double time, triple time, taking me higher and higher, until I was a quivering mass of delicious tension.
Blake seemed almost delirious with pleasure. “You’re fucking amazing, fuck, FUCK, you feel incredible – come for me – come all over my cock –”
On his command, another orgasm rocked through me, even more powerful than the last.
I screamed like I was dying.
I must have pushed him over the edge because he went rock solid against me, crushing my hips mercilessly with his huge arm as he bellowed into my hair. I felt him swell and pulse inside of me – and a kind of hot, popping sensation. Then he was dropping onto his knees on the floor with his cock still inside me, so that I was essentially sitting on his lap. Our bodies were slick with sweat and I could feel his chest heaving against my back as he panted, each breath he took rocked me forwards a little bit, so that I was still moving on his cock as we rode out the tail end of our orgasms. My head flopped back onto his shoulder as I melted into him, cocooned by his powerful frame.
“Uuuhhhh fuck…” he groaned.
I chuckled like I was drunk. “You like that?”
“…fuck…”
“Do I take that as a ‘yes’?” I teased.
“Just…stay here in this cabin with me and fuck me like that forever…”
I chuckled again. “Yes, please.”
He kissed my cheek and I turned my head towards him so that our mouths could meet in a slow, dreamy kiss.
“You’ve really never done that before? The no condom thing I mean,” I said after a minute.
He looked into my eyes. “No, never. Only with you, Princess.”
“I thought you would have,” I whispered.
“Why?” he asked, frowning a little.
“You’re…experienced,” I said, not really sure how else to phrase it and wishing I hadn’t started the conversation in the first place. The thought of him with other women sent a hot surge of jealousy through me, even though he was there with me, inside me.
He nodded slightly, not disputing my statement – how could he? – but not exactly confirming it either. “Not with this. Not with how I feel about you. This is new, I never really trusted anyone before.” He kissed me again softly.
“I trust you too,” I murmured against his lips.
I felt him smile against my mouth. “Yeah you do.”
I grinned at his cockiness.
“And you love me,” he said, between soft kisses.
“And I love you,” I agreed.
“Yeah you do.”
93
“When do we have to go back to the real world?” I asked when we broke apart and climbed to our feet.
His eyes darkened a little. “Not yet.” Then he smirked. “First we gotta shower.”
And shower we did.
He showered me senseless.
By the time we eventually got clean and dressed, the afternoon was waning.
Our time was running out.
Soon we would have to return to our lives. Our lives in which I was his cousin’s ex-girlfriend. In which he was leaving to go on tour in less than a week. In which everything was complicated and nothing was simple.
As we packed our bags and tidied the cabin, the mood got flatter. Eventually, he just walked over to me and pulled me to him, hugging me against his chest. “You okay?”
I curled my arms around his solid back. “Yeah…it’s just – I feel like we’ve been in our own little bubble up here, and I don’t want it to burst.”
He kissed the top of my head. “Me neither, but it doesn’t have to.”
“I don’t want to come between you and Connor. I don’t want to cause problems for the band, especially now, when everything is finally happening for you guys. And I don’t…I don’t want anyone to get hurt.”
“I know, but it doesn’t have to go down like that.”
I bit my lip and looked up at him. “So what do we do?”
He cupped my face in his hands, looking into my eyes. “Okay, listen, you don’t worry about it. We keep this, us, quiet for a little while. When we’re on tour, I’ll pick my moment and tell Con what the deal is –”
“He’ll freak –”
“Maybe. But that’s my problem, not yours.”
“What if he quits?”
“He won’t, the band is too important to him.”
“But what if he does?”
He sighed. “If he does, then we’ll get another drummer.”
“Just like that? No big deal?”
A look of frustration flashed across his face. “Of course it’d be a big deal, but the band can still exist with another drummer, it wouldn’t end us. He won’t quit though. Trust me. Let me worry about Connor.” He lowered his forehead to mine, his eyes softening. “And in three months I’ll be back here. With you.”
“That’s a long time.”
“Yeah, but I’ve waited this long, I can wait a little longer.”
A wave of warmth passed through me at his words, but I pouted playfully. “Maybe you can, what about me?”
He grinned. “I’ll come visit you when we have a night or two off between shows, or you can fly out to me –”
“You can’t afford that, and neither can I – at least not more than maybe once –”
“Princess, stop worrying. I’ll make it happen. Even if I have to strip naked at our shows to sell a fuck load of merchandise, I’ll make enough money to make sure I see you.”
“You are not stripping naked!”
He laughed. “Layin’ down the law already, huh?”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Yeah, actually.”
“Shit, that’s pretty hot.” He kissed me again, but I couldn’t seem to stop my worrying.
“But if I come see you, won’t it be weird if Con –”
“When you come see me, we’ll sneak around like we’re fourteen if we have to.” He looked at me earnestly. “We’ll make it work.”
“You were sneaking around with girls when you were fourteen?!”
The humor returned to his face at my reaction. “It’s not as bad as it sounds. They were older, like sixteen or seventeen –”
“Please stop talking!” I cut in, half-laughing, half-horrified.
He just chuckled roguishly.
94
Blake and I drove back
to Las Vegas, stopping at a diner just outside of the city limits for dinner. We wasted as much time as possible; despite my protests he ordered me two deserts, and we must have had our coffee cups refilled a half a dozen times.
Eventually, though, we knew we had to get back. I had early classes the next day and Blake had a radio interview first thing the next morning with the rest of the band, not to mention a ton of stuff to organize before he went away.
It was late when we pulled up outside my apartment. He walked me upstairs, carrying my bag for me. When we got to my door we just looked at each other, like neither of us quite knew how to leave.
After a few seconds he put my bag down just by the door, and then put his arms around me, leaning in close and kissing me, softly and sweetly. When he pulled back, there wasn’t any hiding the love in his eyes.
“I had an amazing time,” I said. “Thank you for taking me away.”
“It was the best weekend of my life,” he said softly.
I smiled. “You say that now, wait until next weekend when you’re playing in front of a stadium full of people.”
“You naked in my bed will still beat the hell out of that.”
I blushed a little. “Liar.”
“No lie, Princess,” he said as he leant down to kiss me again.
I pressed myself against him, wanting to feel as much of him as I could, wanting to absorb the feel of him against me.
“I’ll call you tomorrow,” he said. “We got that radio thing early in the morning but I’ll call you after that.”
“Okay.”
“Love you, Princess.”
“I love you too.”
“Good.” He smirked. “Now get your ass in there before I change my mind, drag you back to that cabin and never let you leave.” He swatted my butt with the flat of his hand to punctuate his words. I rolled my eyes at his little macho display…but, honestly, it turned me on a little bit. The heat must have shown in my face because his smirk widened. “I’m not kidding, go inside or I’m not gonna be able to stop myself.”
