Girl After Dark

by Charlotte Eve

  “I think these had better come off,” he murmured, looking up at me, his eyes meeting mine, his handsome face there between my legs.

  I lifted my ass up, allowing him to tug my panties down, over my thighs, off my legs, leaving me fully exposed before him.

  As Blake turned his eyes once more to that tender, secret place between my legs, I felt my thoughts cast back for some reason to the painting in the lobby to his penthouse, of that green-eyed girl, her legs spread so confidently, her gaze piercing me with its intensity.

  “I like this,” Blake said, giving the cropped little rectangle of my pubic hair a playful tug.

  I was about to speak, but instead I shivered, my eyes closing, as I felt his lips close around my clit, his tongue brushing it softly and expertly, circling the sensitive little bundle of nerves, sending shockwave tremors of pleasure dancing out, all around my body.

  And as he worked his kisses and licks a little way downwards, I felt myself spreading my legs wider, as wide as they’d go, arching my hips, grinding myself into him, giving myself up to him, registering with a shiver that his hot smooth hands were gently cupping my buttocks too, lifting me up off the bed as he worked shiver after intoxicating shiver from deep within me, simply with his slow sensual kisses.

  I felt myself quickly approaching release, and in response Blake’s tongue began working faster and more urgently, circling my clit, before he actually sucked it lightly between his lips for a moment, and it was this that finally sent me over the edge.

  I cried out as I came, my body bucking, my back arching, the electric shivers flashing all around me as I felt myself scatter into a million tiny pieces ...

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  “Excuse me just a moment,” I said, pushing my trembling body quickly up off the crisp white sheets and dashing in what I hoped was the direction of the bathroom.

  Luckily, I was right.

  I closed the heavy wood door behind me, set the chrome taps splashing away into the basin, then finally I sat down on the toilet lid, feeling the rush of mixed emotions burble up in me: shock and excitement and sadness and confusion, all at the same time.

  Because here I was, with the guy of my dreams, still shivering from probably the most intense orgasm of my life, and yet for some reason I still felt ...

  What?

  You see, I wasn’t exactly a one-night-stand kind of girl.

  Greg was the only guy I’d ever slept with, and even then we’d been going steady for over six months before we finally took things all the way.

  Sure, I was grown up enough to know that one night didn’t make Blake my boyfriend. But what did it make me?

  Don’t overthink this, Jessica, that strong, persuasive voice inside me said.

  Just enjoy it.

  Let yourself go and forget the consequences ...

  And I knew, like so many times in the past, that the voice was right. After all, it had got me here, to the penthouse suite of The Grange, and that wasn’t bad for a small town girl from Glenbrook Falls, now was it?

  I pushed myself confidently to my feet, taking a final long look at myself in the huge oval mirror, registering with surprise that my make up was still pretty much intact, that my hair wasn’t too rumpled, it actually looked kind of ... sexy a little bit messy, and that, yeah, I was still looking rather collected, all things considered ...

  §

  “Everything okay?” Blake asked from his lazy sprawl on the bed, a few moments later.

  I felt my eyes travel hungrily over his perfect body, his sculpted chest, his muscular thighs, his six-pack abs, to the prominent bulge in his white cotton briefs, and I felt a powerful lurch of desire, wanting nothing more in that moment than to give him the same kind of pleasure he’d just given me.

  Now it’s my turn ...

  “Everything’s fine,” I said with a smile, slinking towards the bed, feeling the fabric of my dress swishing against my bare ass, as I crawled onto the bed and over Blake, breathing in the soft yet heady musk of his skin, letting my hungry lips touch against him, my tongue first flicking over one of his rock-hard little nipples, before trailing my kisses slowly downwards, down towards my prize ...

  I nuzzled him first through the cotton of his boxers, enjoying his soft murmurs of pleasure as I teased him, my fingers gently massaging his hot firmness through the tight white fabric before I could take it no more.

  I tugged his shorts down, just as fast and eagerly as he’d torn off my panties, my eyes darting once more between his parted legs, feeling my stomach flash with excitement when I registered just how big he was down there.

  Like the rest of him, Blake’s cock was perfect. Pink and smooth with just the slightest curve, his shaved balls so silky to the touch, his manhood twitching a little in expectation as I ran my eager tongue, slowly and sensuously, all along its length.

  I felt him tense a little as I teased the velvety head of his cock with soft kisses, before taking him fully in my mouth, eliciting a pleasurable gasp as I sucked on him, at the same time working my hand up and down his shaft and kneading his balls, first softly and slowly, but then increasing in intensity, just like he’d done to me.

  I felt his breathing grow shallow as he swelled in my mouth, and I wondered for a moment if this was how he might come. But as if in answer to my thoughts, I felt him softly pull me upwards, leaving him wet and glistening, my tingling little nipples grazing his chest as he pulled my face towards his for a long and hungry kiss.

  As our bodies writhed, I could feel his hardness between my legs, and I wanted him so badly, wishing I could just reach down and guide him inside me, knowing I was so wet and ready for him, yet at the same time worried that soon I’d have to bring up that awkward issue of ‘protection’.

  But luckily, Blake must have been having exactly the same thoughts. He pulled away from our kiss for a moment, leaning over towards the night table, pulling open one of the draws to access a package of condoms.

  But wait.

  How did those get there?

  Surely The Grange doesn’t provide them in every room?

  He must have been hoping for this just as much as me ...

  I felt him turn back towards me, lifting himself up on top of me, his mouth kissing my neck, his fingers moving for a moment between my legs, slipping so easily inside me.

  “I’ve wanted this for so long, Jessica,” he murmured, and I kissed him hard in response, my moans muffled as I felt him guide himself inside me, his thickness stretching me wide open, wider than I’d ever experienced before, fresh shivers of pleasure flashing through me with each soft motion of his hips as he pushed more and more of himself inside me.

  I suspected I was tighter than he was used to, too, and I gasped, grabbing his muscular buttocks, urging him to fuck me, harder, faster, wanting finally to feel what I’d been fantasizing about for so long: wanting Blake Matthews to plunder his pleasure from my willing body.

  His motions grew faster, his cock plunging deep inside me, his hips bucking as he fucked me, and as he did so, I could feel my second orgasm quickly approaching, even more full-on than the first.

  “Oh Blake, that’s it,” I gasped, the final words I was able to form before the first shivers hit, my nails digging into his back as I spasmed and quivered, throwing my legs tight around him, my whole body consumed by the force of my orgasm, once more dashing me into a million electric pieces.

  This must have sent Blake over the edge, because with a final deep groan, he pushed himself deep inside me, his whole body tensing, his muscular frame trembling as I felt his thick cock twitch and pulse deep within me.

  We stayed like that afterwards for I don’t know how long, our hot wet bodies tangled together above the covers, our breath shivering, our hands lazily tracing over each other’s tingling skin, our mouths occasionally meeting in soft, sensual kisses.

  And it must have been how we fell asleep, too ...

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  When I woke the next morning, I didn’t know w
here I was for a moment. Then it all came flooding back. I turned in bed, snuggling up to Blake, running my fingers lightly over his smooth warm skin, wrapping my leg around his, savoring the sweet musk of his body and the heat of his skin. At some point we must have climbed beneath the covers. But our bodies were just as tangled and comfortable together as before, and I marveled at just how easy this all felt. How right.

  “Hey,” Blake murmured sleepily, stirring a few moments later, running his fingers gently through my hair.

  “Hey,” I whispered back, savoring this delicious new intimacy between us.

  “I want to show you something,” he said brightly, pushing himself up into a sitting position.

  “What?” I asked, confused.

  “Trust me,” he said with an enigmatic smile. “You’ll like this. But as much as it pains me to say this, we’ll both have to get dressed first. It’s back in my apartment.”

  And with that he got out of bed, walking through to the penthouse suite’s luxurious bathroom, leaving me to savor the softness of the plush pillows and sheets for a final few moments as I heard the shower hiss on in the other room. And as I lay there, I wondered just what in the world Blake seemed suddenly so eager to show me …

  §

  Less than an hour later, I found myself in the back of Blake’s town car, flashing across Manhattan in the direction of his apartment. Our hands were clasped, resting between us on the leather seat, as my thoughts once more turned to just what Blake could possibly want to show me in a place I already knew so well; after all, hadn’t I had a hand in designing literally every square inch of it?

  And then it hit me:

  That locked door in the lobby ...

  The one room I’ve not been inside.

  And as Collins brought us up in the private elevator just a few minutes later, I found myself growing increasingly nervous. What if it was some kind of weird sex room, filled with slings and shackles and whips and chains? I wasn’t quite sure I was even into that stuff, and I began to worry that I wouldn’t be able to match Blake’s obvious enthusiasm.

  “Ready?” he said, once we were alone in the lobby, the intense emerald gaze of the redhead in the painting piercing me once more.

  I nodded, nervously.

  Blake reached into his pocket and pulled out a heavy iron key with a purple velvet ribbon, handing it to me slowly.

  “Open it …”

  I looked up at him, unable to read his expression.

  Okay, here goes nothing.

  I reached out and fit the key into the lock, turning the handle to the door, opening it to reveal …

  An office.

  What the hell?

  I’ve got to admit, I was more than a little confused. I’d been imagining all sorts of weird, kinky things behind that door, things I couldn’t even put into words, but instead all I saw was a simple, elegant office, plain and bare, nothing but an iMac sitting on the large desk at the far end, set in front of a window looking out onto the Manhattan skyline, more perfect and impressive than any photograph could ever render it.

  There were even a few surprisingly stylish, perhaps even feminine touches: an exquisite Persian rug covered the floorboards and a beautiful Art Deco lamp in one corner gave off a soft, warm glow against the bare brick.

  “What do you think?” Blake asked.

  I had no idea.

  What is he trying to tell me?

  And I still couldn’t help thinking about how wrong I’d got this. This was far from the sex dungeon I’d been expecting. In fact, I couldn’t imagine anything sexy even taking place in here.

  “I knew you needed a place to work,” he continued. “So I thought perhaps you could use this place?”

  Is he being serious?

  I scanned his face to make sure, and he stared back at me, obviously meaning every word.

  “Blake, it’s absolutely perfect,” I said, running over to the desk, tracing my fingers across the dark polished wood of the desk, before taking in the breathtaking view from the window.

  “I’m so glad you like it,” he replied, relieved. “After all, I don’t have your expert touch. I tried to design this room myself ...”

  And then it happened; I thought again about my silly little misunderstanding and burst out laughing.

  “What’s so funny?” Blake asked confused, coming up behind me.

  “Well, I just thought that this might be some kind of sex room or something,” I explained, shaking my head at my stupidity.

  “Oh?” he said, his hands slowly closing around my waist from behind, his lips kissing the tender flesh of my neck.

  “Because of your parties …” I continued, trying to keep my voice slow and steady, despite the distraction of his kisses.

  “I like to keep business and pleasure separate,” he murmured, his breath hot on my neck. “Most of the time ...”

  I gasped as I felt his hands push my dress up around my waist, his hot hardness pressing against my ass. I pushed myself eagerly back against him, bending forward, shivering as I felt his fingers move between my legs from behind, letting my eyes close in pleasure as he tugged my panties to one side.

  And in those delicious few moments before he took me, I tried to focus only on the present, to enjoy what was happening to me, right now, because deep down I suspected that whatever my new future held with Blake, it might not all be quite so simple and straightforward as this.

  But at least for now, it seemed like any room with Blake Matthews in it was going to be exciting ...

  THE TAMING BLAKE TRILOGY

  WHATEVER BLAKE WANTS, BLAKE GETS ...

  When aspiring interior designer Jessica Clark catches the eye of billionaire Blake Matthews, she finds herself thrust headlong into a world of glamor and riches: dining at New York’s finest restaurants, shopping at its most exclusive boutiques, a far cry from Jessica’s simple life back in Brooklyn.

  But there’s another side to Blake too, as Jessica soon discovers when he invites her to one of his private parties: a party where your deepest, darkest desires can finally come true. And as this secret world unfolds before Jessica’s very eyes, she finds herself falling further and further under the spell of this intense and complicated man ...

  Due to adult themes, these novels are only suitable for those aged 18+.

  Book 1 (Amazon US / Amazon UK)

  Book 2 (Amazon US / Amazon UK)

  Book 3 (Amazon US / Amazon UK)

  Collected Trilogy (Amazon US / Amazon UK)

  CLAIMING CHASE

  The red hot summer she would never forget

  From the author of Taming Blake comes this brand new standalone romance ...

  I wish I’d never met my stepbrother, Chase. That summer changed everything. He was the first boy who ever made me feel alive. But just as soon as he came into my life, he vanished.

  So what happened, Chase? Where did you go? Who did you become? Eleven years later, and I’m still searching for answers ...

  Due to scenes and descriptions of an adult nature, this novel is only suitable for those aged eighteen years and older.

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