by Susan Stoker
“You mentioned that earlier. What kind of distraction?” Alexis asked.
“Whatever it takes to get you the hell out of there,” Blake told her honestly. “If shit goes downhill, your only job is to get out of the house and get to the meeting spot. You need to be careful, though. Make sure you’re not being followed. Don’t go straight there, and backtrack a few times to be sure no one is behind you. Listen for sounds of someone following you—breathing, or walking, or stepping on things. If you can, take shortcuts through yards, keeping away from houses with dogs.”
“Right. It’s not like you can just pull up and pick me up outside the house,” Alexis observed, mostly to herself. “Walk quietly, check behind me, listen. Check.”
Blake put his now-empty plate on the side table and took Alexis’s out of her hand and did the same. He reclined against the corner of the sofa and held out his arm. “Come here, Lex. I need to hold you.”
With a relieved sigh, she moved into his embrace, snuggling into his side as if she’d been waiting for this moment. She brought her legs up and tucked them under her and leaned into Blake, giving him her weight at the same time she wrapped one arm around his front and held the other bent up close to her chest.
Blake kissed the top of her head and held her close to him. They stayed that way for several minutes, neither speaking, simply enjoying the closeness they were sharing.
Alexis broke the silence. “I like this,” she observed quietly. “I’ve never really just hung out with a man before. It’s comforting, and you make me feel safe. But sitting next to you with your arms around me makes me want you all the more.”
“When we make love, Lex, I want you relaxed and completely focused on me, not worried about what will happen with the Inca Boyz. I’m going to take my time and worship you from your beautiful head to your adorable toes, and I want you to do the same.”
She looked up at him at his words. Her eyes wide and curious . . . and full of so much desire it felt like a punch to his gut. “You want me to touch you too?”
God, she was so innocent in some ways, and way too jaded in others. “Yeah, sweetheart. I want your hands all over me. Every time I’ve jacked off this week I’ve imagined it was your hands on my cock instead of my own.”
“You . . . masturbated thinking about me?”
“Shit yeah,” Blake told her, not taking his eyes away from hers, wanting her to see how much he wanted her. “Every time I close my eyes, it’s all I could think about. And knowing no man’s ever seen the beauty that is you . . . I don’t deserve it, but I’m more thankful than you’ll ever know that it’ll be me who introduces you to passion.”
“I’ve had orgasms, Blake,” she told him haughtily. “I know what passion is.”
“You might’ve gotten yourself off, Lex, but there’s a difference between the orgasms you give yourself and the ones I’ll give you.” He wasn’t being cocky, merely truthful. “Just as I know without a doubt that when your body squeezes my cock so hard I can’t hold on anymore, it’ll be the most powerful, beautiful orgasm I’ll have experienced in my life.”
Alexis licked her lips sensually, and squirmed against him.
“Does that turn you on, sweetheart? Do you like hearing how much I can’t wait to be between your thighs?”
“Oh yeah,” she told him, almost panting with desire for him. “We have plenty of time before we need to go anywhere. Hours and hours.”
“I know it, but this will be your first time. I don’t want anything going on in that head of yours except for how my hands, and tongue, are making you feel. Not about where you have to be in a few hours, or what you have to do. When I make you mine, you’ll be thinking about nothing but me and what you’re giving me.”
“Do you want to know why I haven’t had sex yet?”
It wasn’t what he thought she was going to say, but Blake was happy for the moment to think about something other than how tight and wet she’d be when he finally pushed inside her for the first time. “I want to know anything you feel comfortable telling me,” he told her honestly.
Blake moved then, from a sitting position, to a reclining one, shifting Alexis with him. They lay together, his head on the arm of the couch, his left arm around her waist holding her tight to his body, his right hand roaming from brushing lightly against her hair, down her neck, to her side and ass, then back up.
Lex’s head rested against his shoulder, her warm breath against his neck, her legs straddling one of his, her body weight heavy against his torso. He’d never felt so comfortable in his life . . . except when he’d spent a few hours wrapped around her in her bed, when she’d latched on to his arm so tightly as she slept.
“I wasn’t trying to save myself for anyone. I fully expected to sleep with someone when I was still in high school. See what the fuss was about, get it out of the way,” she told him in a soft voice, her fingers playing with the buttons of his dark-gray button-down shirt. “But I did want to do it with a boy who at least liked me. But I couldn’t manage to find even one of those. I thought maybe in college, away from the kids who knew about my rich family, I’d be able to date a man who liked me for me. But I didn’t find even one guy who even remotely turned me on.”
She took a deep breath and tilted her head up so she could see Blake’s face. “I didn’t know what I was looking for back then. I only knew that the thought of getting naked with any of the guys I’d been on dates with made me nervous rather than turned on. Not one of them made me wet just by looking at him. No one made me wonder what his hands would feel like on my skin. I couldn’t imagine taking any of them into my mouth and seeing if I could make them lose control with only my hands and tongue.”
“Lex . . .”
She brought her hand up to Blake’s face then, laying it flat on his cheek and running her thumb over the edge of his lips. “The first time I saw you, I wanted you. I wanted to know what your hands would feel like on my breasts, how your body would feel as I straddled your hips, what it would feel like to finally have a man, you, inside me. I couldn’t help it. There was just something about you that called to me. You knew I was rich, but you didn’t come on to me. You didn’t want anything to do with me. Somehow that made me only like you more.”
“Jesus, Alexis, stop,” Blake begged, feeling turned on and heartbroken for her at the same time.
“No, I won’t stop. I’ve wanted you from the second I saw you, Blake. Why do you think I offered to work with you? It was torture, but I couldn’t keep away. I spent as much time as I could with you, torturing myself, telling myself that you’d never look twice at me. A virgin, for Pete’s sake. What did I have that you’d ever want? I thought I’d find out you were a jerk, and that would be that. But you weren’t. You aren’t. We became friends. You know how I like my coffee, that I’m a bear in the mornings until I have my caffeine. You trusted me to have your back on jobs, and you treated me like I was normal.”
“You are normal, Lex,” Blake insisted.
“You know what I mean. You didn’t give a shit about the money my family has. Then I thought all I’d ever have was your friendship. It hurt, but felt good at the same time . . . if that makes sense. And now . . . here we are. I have no idea how it happened. But I’m afraid if we don’t go back to my room right now, before that damn party, that somehow it’s going to slip through my fingers. That something’ll happen tonight that’ll make you decide you don’t want me anymore. That you’ll come to your senses and figure out I’m just a plump chick who isn’t anywhere near good enough for you and that you have no patience to teach me how to make love. I’m afraid if we wait you’ll decide you want nothing to do with me. With my family. With my virginity.”
Instead of answering immediately, Blake shifted until she was under him. Her knees opened naturally, and he settled his hips into the notch between her legs and gave her his body weight, letting her feel how hard his cock was.
She squirmed under him, pushing her hips up into him, and he let more of his body
weight press down on to her, making it impossible for her to move anymore. He took Alexis’s face between his hands, put his weight on his elbows next to her shoulders, and stared down at her.
Lex gazed up at him with a look so full of fear, lust, and anticipation it made Blake want to forget waiting. Made him want to strip off the sexy-as-fuck shirt she was wearing and feast on her nipples until she came from his mouth on her alone. He wanted to see firsthand how she tasted, smell her, lose himself between her legs. He also wanted to fulfill every single one of her fantasies. Reward her for saving herself for him. Staying away had hurt her, made her question his intentions, and he hated that. Respecting the fact that she’d been completely honest and open with him, he returned the gesture.
“I want you, Alexis Grant. I’m so hard for you I could come with a mere touch of your hand on my cock. It took me a while to see the wonderful woman you are. I’m not saying I don’t believe in love at first sight, and I fucking love that you took one look at me and wanted me all for yourself. But I’ll tell you, working with you, seeing you every week and seeing how hard you worked and the intensity that you bring to everything, made me want you. You crept under my skin so sneakily that by the time I realized you were there, I was a goner.
“I want you. I see you, Lex, the real you, peeking out from that tough outer shell you surround yourself with to protect your heart from the cruel world. I’m not letting you go. Make no mistake, I’m gonna take your virginity and be proud as fuck that I did. Nothing that happens tonight will change my mind. This might not be the eighteenth century anymore, hanging bloody sheets from the window might be frowned upon, but make no mistake. I’m more than excited that mine will be the first cock to breach your tight pussy.”
“Um, that’s kinda cavemanish,” Alexis said, scrunching up her nose at him, but still slightly smiling, letting him know she wasn’t turned off by his blunt and dirty talk.
Blake leaned down and kissed her wrinkled nose, then pulled back up. “Yeah, it is. And I’m not gonna apologize for it. With that said, I’ve never taken anyone’s virginity before. I’m nervous. And you might not have your hymen anymore but—”
“Wait, what? Why did you say that?” Alexis asked, her eyes wide in shock and a blush staining her cheeks pink.
Blake smiled. “Oh yeah, that’s one more thing you told me last week when you were completely smashed. You told me about your toys and that you didn’t think you’d bleed when I made love to you because you’d already taken care of that yourself. You said that your vibrators hurt and that you wished men had a clit so we could feel how good it feels when it’s stroked.”
“Oh my God. Kill me now,” Alexis moaned, closing her eyes, refusing to look at him, and bringing one hand up to cover her eyes to make sure she didn’t have to meet his eyes. “I’m gonna join a convent and never look at another man the rest of my life.”
Blake chuckled at her dramatics and reached up to remove her hand from her face. He kissed the palm, then let go. Her eyes opened at the feel of his lips on her sensitive skin, and she immediately clutched his bicep as he continued to speak.
“I hate to break it to you, but I don’t think you’d last a day as a nun. You might not have any physical barriers, but it’s still gonna be a new experience for you. I want to make sure you feel nothing but arousal your first time.”
“I’m on birth control,” Alexis blurted, then bit her lip in embarrassment and pressed on. “So if you’re clean, you don’t have to worry about a condom. I want it to be good for you too.”
“No matter what, sweetheart, it’s gonna be good for me. I’ve dreamed about taking you for the last two weeks. But you should always insist on a guy wearing a condom, especially when you first enter a sexual relationship. Birth control or not. We haven’t talked about my sexual history.”
“But, I trust you,” Alexis protested.
“And that means the world to me,” Blake told her. He’d never made love with a woman without a condom. Not once. He selfishly wanted to immediately take her up on her offer, but he felt compelled to protest for her safety. “Nevertheless, you still should always insist on a condom.”
“Blake, if I trust you with my life, why wouldn’t I trust you with my body as well? If you say you’re clean, I’ll believe you. Now if you’re protesting because you aren’t, then that’s a different thing altogether.”
Blake inhaled sharply. He knew she trusted him, but he hadn’t known it. Her words made it clear just how much she wanted him. Liked him. Needed him. Dare he even think loved him?
His cock was so hard against her belly he could feel his heart beat through it. His voice lowered, and he met her eyes without blinking. “I’m clean, sweetheart. I haven’t been with anyone since I moved back to Castle Rock, and my sexual encounters were few and far between before that. I’ve also never once made love to a woman without wearing a condom.”
“Then what’s the problem?” Alexis asked, tilting her head in question.
Instead of answering, Blake informed her, “I’m gonna love you so well, Lex, you’re never gonna want another man. Not ever. My hands, my cock, and my tongue are gonna be the only ones you want anywhere near this delectable body of yours. I swear on the life of my brothers, I’m gonna make your first experience one you’ll remember for the rest of your life.”
“Good,” she said with a satisfied grin. “I can’t wait.”
Not able to keep his hands, or lips, off her for a second longer, Blake moved his palms from her neck down her chest until he was cupping her tits for the first time ever. He gently squeezed them through her blouse as his mouth landed on her neck. She immediately lifted her chin, giving him room.
He licked and sucked her neck as he caressed her tits with his hands. He felt her nipples go hard under his palms, and she squirmed under him. Then her back arched, and she tilted her head back even more, exposing her vulnerable throat to his touch, and begged him to keep touching her chest. Blake moved his mouth up to her ear and took her lobe between his lips. He sucked on it hard, running his tongue over the fleshy skin. She moaned in response, moving her hand up to cover one of his on her breast.
After several minutes of him kissing and loving on her neck and earlobe, Blake finally pulled back. Her face was flushed, with arousal now instead of embarrassment. He reached up and tugged the scoop-neck shirt down toward her chest, smiling as it shifted just as he imagined it would. He stopped when both her tits in the amazing purple lace bra were visible.
“God, Lex, you are fucking beautiful.”
He hadn’t thought about what her reaction would be but was still surprised when she arched her back once more, pressing her chest toward him.
“Touch me,” she begged in a tone he hadn’t heard from her before. It was breathy and pleading at the same time. “I want to feel your hands on my skin.”
Drawing out the anticipation, and knowing he couldn’t take this too far without wanting to go all the way, Blake reverently flicked his thumbs over her peaked nipples. He knew the sensation would be dulled for her because of the lace bra, but he was still pleased when she inhaled sharply and whimpered.
“Blake. That feels so good,” she croaked when he didn’t say anything but continued his ministrations. “More,” she demanded breathily.
“It’s only gonna get better.”
“I can’t wait,” she responded, opening her eyes and looking into his.
He wasn’t sure what she saw in them, but she smiled, a wide genuine smile that he’d kill to keep on her face. Then her eyes darted to the side, and he saw her looking at his arms as he continued to play with her nipples.
“What is it about my forearms that gets to you, Lex? You told me that you’d been attracted to them from the start, but they’re just arms. I don’t get it.”
She licked her lips before saying huskily, “I don’t know. They’re just so different from mine, from any guy’s arms that I’ve seen before. They’re muscular, but I can see the veins in them. Every time you
flex, I imagine what they’d look like as you held yourself over me, kinda like you are now.” She shrugged in embarrassment. “I can’t explain it, but trust me, they’re sexy as hell.”
“I love that you love looking at me. Turning you on turns me on.”
“Good. Because everything you do turns me on. Lately, it doesn’t matter if I’m with you or if we’re just talking on the phone. I usually have to get myself off before I can do anything else . . . then I have to change my panties because they’re so wet.”
Blake groaned at her words. God, he was so fucking turned on. He loved that Alexis wasn’t afraid or ashamed to tell him what his presence did to her. Then, because he couldn’t stop himself even if the room was on fire, he leaned over and gently kissed her left nipple. Then he moved to the other side and did the same to her other one. He so wanted to do more. Pinch them with his fingers, take them in his mouth and suck, learn what she liked—gentle licks or a more forceful suction—but as he’d told her, now wasn’t the time or the place.
She made a high-pitched noise of frustration and protest when he leaned back and adjusted her shirt so it covered her again. “Blake, please, you can’t stop now.”
“I think we need some fresh air, sweetheart. How about if we head out for some ice cream? We can walk around downtown for a bit. You can ask me whatever you want, and I’ll do the same. We’ll get to know each other more. This can be our first unofficial date. I’m still taking you on a real date after tonight is over, but we can start with this. Then we’ll meet Logan back here and go over the plan for tonight. Okay?”
Alexis huffed out a frustrated breath. “You’re really stopping now?”
“Unfortunately, yeah. I was serious when I told you I wanted to wait.”
“Damn. You’re stronger than I am, that’s for sure,” Alexis told him. “I’ve always thought your stubborn side was sexy. Now I’m thinking not so much.”
He chuckled, then bent down and gently kissed the tip of each of her breasts, now covered. “You still think I’m sexy,” he deadpanned, his eyes twinkling. “Now, how about that ice cream?”
