Chasing Imperfection (Chasing Series 2)

by Pamela Ann

  What happened to his flat in Mayfair?

  “Are you sure? You’re quite tall…you won’t fit in there.”

  Fuck, why wouldn’t he just go home and leave me in peace?

  “I’m sure. All I need is pillow and a blanket then I’m quite set to snooze.” He did look tired but still dangerously…breathtakingly handsome…and sexy…and I’m sexually frustrated.

  “Why don’t you just share the bed with me? The size would allow us enough room and still sleep comfortably.” Stupid, stupid woman! Go ahead and set yourself up with more torture.

  Sweet torture, perhaps?

  “You don’t mind?” he asked, bewildered. I shook my head feeling nervous all of a sudden.

  Fuck! Blake in my bed…again! Shit. Don’t get too excited or have you forgotten about Ivanna? There it was. The thought cleared away all of the fog hanging over my semi-functional brain.

  No sexy time for me. I should rejoice really…not a good choice to hook up with an ex…that I’m not over with.

  Turning off the lights in the kitchen, I strolled to my bedroom. I was fully aware of Blake’s presence following closely behind me. Once in the room, I took my nightwear from the drawer and excused myself to the bathroom to shower. I hung my pistachio-colored silk sleep shorts with a matching silk camisole on the silver rack. I was about to take my clothes off and cursed myself for being an idiot. How the hell am I going to take this damned corset off? I can’t reach it.

  Reaching the doorknob, I waltzed back to my bedroom with Blake lying on my bed fully clothed without his shoes and his eyes shut. Crap, do I wake him up? He looked so peaceful.

  I moved a little closer to the bed wanting to drown in his dark beauty. Dark, long lashes sat fanned above his cheekbones. The memory of those lips and what it did to me made me flush with need. I wetted my dry lips and swallowed. Maybe it’s been too long since the last time?

  Hell, yeah it’s been long! And what….plan to have Blake execute that burning dilemma? No! Yes…maybe? Ivanna… think of that name and you’ll snap right back.

  “Appeased your appetite yet?” he asked with his eyes closed. His soft voice made me jump.

  “No—it wasn’t like that,” he opened his eyes and lifted his perfect brow.

  “I need help with my corset,” mumbling like an idiot while his eyes darkened. I sat next to him with my back turned and gathered my long hair to my right shoulder while I waited for him. I heard him sit up but still he didn’t make a move to unlatch the complicated closures. After another minute of waiting, I took my boots off, one after the other.

  I huffed with utter annoyance, “have you fallen asleep?”

  “No” he whispered, quite closely to my ear. Shit.

  I closed my eyes when I felt goose bumps all over my body. Jesus, this is going to be a long night.

  “Who managed to help you put in on, Sienna?” Tricky question, but I knew what he was getting at. Why does he care? He’s been fucking his way all over Europe. Trojan horse sounds fitting.

  “Kyle was here to help me. Can we please get on with it? I want to take my make-up off and shower. I don’t have all night,” I snapped at him.

  I heard him sigh heavily before he swiftly unhooked all closures in a minute. Damn him and his women. He can have all the Ivanna’s in the world. I’m not going to let him erode my thoughts with his play of sexual chicanery.

  But I’m more than happy to oblige his and let it run amuck.

  7

  Blake

  The second I unhooked the last latch, Sienna stood up and strode to the other side of the room. I watched fully fascinated as she took off her corset and placed it next to the hamper letting her perky glorious breasts pique my attention. My mouth hung ajar when I saw her wiggle her hips out of the fitted leather pants and dumped them inside the hamper. Her engine red lacy thong followed suit.

  My throat ran dry. My pulsed quickened and my cock immediately hardened.

  After her rousing little striptease, she trotted back to the bathroom.

  Bloody fuck, I’m infinitely bewitched!

  Letting my head fall back, I shut my eyes and groaned with heavy yearning frustration. My cock throbbed as I replayed the scene in my head. I cursed again. I wanted her so badly—I’m helpless. But I knew she wouldn’t touch me knowing what I’ve been up to lately. Well, especially after knowing that bit of information with Ivanna tonight.

  This is without a doubt—the most pure unmitigated torture in its finest, truest blasted, cruel form.

  When she came out of the shower wearing that puny silk outfit, I lifted myself off the bed and charged straight to the bathroom. I needed a long—icy cold shower. I turned it to the cold knob and placed it on the coldest temperature possible. My blood’s boiling with rabid fervor thinking of Sienna’s naked body. I could possibly try and relieve myself in the shower but I knew it wouldn’t make a difference knowing I’d be sleeping right next to her.

  I dried myself off and slipped on my black boxer briefs, I neatly placed my clothes next to her robe and strode out of the bathroom. The room was dark and I could barely make her out of the bed. Her back faced me and I quietly slipped right next to her rigid form. She was wide awake but she pretended to sleep.

  Turning on my side, I faced Sienna’s back. I shut my eyes and controlled my breathing. I basked in Sienna’s floral scented hair. Calm contentment washed over me. I could do this all night—smelling her without a hint of touch and not sleep a wink, I blissfully thought.

  She shifted again, hugging her pillow tightly. After five minutes she shifted again and huffed, adjusting her pillow.

  “Sienna?”

  “Yes?” she whispered.

  “You can sleep on my chest if you want… it used to make you sleep better.”

  She didn’t respond and let the words hung in the air. I was about to turn on my back when I heard her whisper. “Can you hold me?”

  My entire body stilled rigidly. I’m nothing but a hot-blooded man, how in God’s name will I ever control the stirrings of my body when I hold her close?

  When she sighed, I pushed the lust-filled thoughts at bay and pulled her close, against my chest. She curved her body against mine and I caught myself before I moaned loudly. Her toned pert bottom cushioned against my ever growing erection.

  Was she goading me? I’m a step away from losing it and tossing caution out of the window.

  My mind ran provoking thoughts of ravaging her delectable body and burying myself in that tight, wet juicy cunt of hers. My sanity and control are being tested to the hilt—and I’m…. slipping. I’m only a hairsbreadth away from failing and surrendering to my yearning desires.

  She wiggled again and I hissed furiously on her ear. “Sienna!”

  “Are you….hard?” she questioned innocently. I groaned in frustrated protest.

  “Why is your cock hard and poking my butt, Blake?” the wrench feigned innocence.

  “Because you openly taunt me—driving me insane after that little display of you stripping naked—knowing damn bloody well I have a hard time resisting you.”

  “You’re doing great—you’re resisting now.” Tease, what a bloody tease. I growled and reached inside her silk camisole and stroked her soft navel in rhythmic circles.

  Dear Almighty, she felt marvelous.

  My lips clenched against her ear as I softly whispered, “Do you want to test my limit, Sienna? Try me and see where it will take you.” Her breathing hitched, her chest rose rapidly from her shortened breathing.

  If she wanted to play…well, I aim to please.

  I stroked upwards and leisurely traced the outline of her boob; she moaned and ground her plump ass on my rigid cock.

  FUCK.

  ME.

  The friction of her grinding made me a squirt—a drop of juice seeped out of my throbbing dick. I kissed her neck and fiercely bit into her hot flesh and at the same time I pinched her nipple. She gasped and moaned my named. I loved how she moans my name. It’s the best
sexy fucking sound in the world, I thought with hungered desire.

  She turned over and captured my mouth.

  The moment our lips touched—all hell broke loose. I forgot anything and everything that I am. I was lost and the only thing that mattered was the woman I love kissing me hungrily, passionately.

  I never kissed another woman after you… only you. Only you have the power to unman me and drive me senseless with such abandon, a wild need to possess you, my thoughts streamed.

  She hooked her leg over my hips and shamelessly grinded her soaked silk shorts against my shaft. She halted and lifted her cami off her upper body and went back to scavenge for more kisses. The feel of her breasts erotically pressed against my hard chest made me rampant with lust. I greedily thirsted for more…and I’m thirsty…very fucking thirsty…to drink up and suck all that succulent juice of ambrosia from her well of dripping cunt until she begs me to stop.

  “I want to feel….touch you Blake—”

  “I won’t oblige you with sex Sienna—I’m not going to do that to you.”

  She looked lost for a second. Her beautiful face contorted.

  “I had sex with Ivanna earlier. I don’t plan on tainting you that way. You’re worth more than that.” My wretched voice matched what I felt, dastardly.

  Sienna looked pained as she nodded. She then whispered, “Okay, definitely no sex. But—could you slip your boxers off and kiss me again?”

  Hell.

  Damn it to hell and back!

  I slipped off my underwear and threw it on the floor; I went back to the awaiting beautiful siren who had her swollen lips slightly parted as she hungrily stared at my manhood. As much as I loved for her to get on her knees and suck me dry, I couldn’t do it—not to her. Memories of Ivanna doing the same act slightly snapped my senses back into reality. I really had to harness my raging libido to not have her suck me off, or fuck her.

  I badly wanted to position myself above her while we made out—but it was too utterly close and too dangerous. So, I settled back on my old post and kissed her senseless. Cupping her cheek, I obliterated her lips. She hooked her blasted leg again and my cock sat underneath her hot cunt but thankfully she refrained from grinding. We kissed and I blatantly moaned when she ran her nails over my sensitive nipple. Still kissing, she took her leg off my hips and lifted her ass and slipped off her skimpy shorts.

  I groaned in agony. No, Sienna will definitely not make this easy now, will she?

  She jumped back into my arms and I grabbed her face—trapped her with my lips. I couldn’t get enough kissing her. This was the very reason why I couldn’t kiss someone else. Kissing is intimately closer to your soul than the mere act of fucking a nameless hot stranger. Sex can be mechanical. But kissing—you’re baring them to your dark, deepest secrets and giving it away freely—no holds barred. The only woman I only wanted to kiss was Sienna. No one else mattered or came close after her.

  My thoughts vanished when she hooked that damning leg on my hip again and placed my throbbing cock under the hotness of her dripping, sweet wet juices. Holy Mother!

  Damn that leg, it will most definitely kill me! “Sienna—”

  “Shhh—no sex, I know….” She traced the outline of my bottom lip and bit into it.

  I hissed in frustration, everything was going rather erratic and I seemed to have lost any brain activity. “You like that don’t you bad boy?” Sienna’s sexy voice rasped at me.

  My cock twitched in response.

  “Can I taste you Blake? I want you to unload in my mouth,” she asked, biting her bruised bottom lip.

  The image she made me conjure in my head almost made me combust. “No—that’s not part of the deal either.” Was that hollow voice from me?

  “Why? Have you been reckless with protection?” her breathing was ragged as she waited for my answer.

  “Never—you were the only woman I didn’t use a condom with. But that’s beside the point, Sienna. We shouldn’t—you shouldn’t keep pressing the issue!”

  “Fine, just kiss me then like your life depended on it.” I chuckled and obliged to the lady’s request. My hand travelled to her breast and I fondled it with a ferocity that matched my fevered kisses. She panted wildly and rocked her hips. Her wet pussy slid back and forth on my length and it felt bloody fucking glorious—I wanted to drown in her hot molten heat. But I couldn’t—I must control myself.

  My heart pounded wildly as her rocking became intense. She was getting deliriously frenzied and I took my cock away from her dangerous cunt. Instead, I compromised with inserting my middle finger inside her pussy. I wanted to insert two fingers but I didn’t know if she was that aroused to take on that much capacity. I knew I made the right choice when I felt her pussy envelope my finger, oh so tightly. I was dying with jealousy—wanting my cock buried in her wet tightness instead of my finger. My middle finger rubbed inside her as I gently rolled her on her back.

  “—mmmm—Blake—ahh—yes! Just like that…fuck me with your fingers…. just like that…” she panted, arching her back. The picture of her in this state of arousal was a sight to behold.

  “You look so beautiful, Sienna.” My raspy voice was thick with need.

  With her back arched, I bent over and captured her engorged nipple and bit it. She gasped and rocked her hips harder against my finger. Her hunger for me made me want to lose control. I took my finger out of her pussy and traced her juices on her lips. Her lips parted and I stuck my finger inside her mouth. Sienna seductively sucked it with gusto. Her long hair looked all disheveled and alluringly sexy. I growled watching her sweet mouth engulf my entire finger and suction it without mercy. The tip of her tongue tickled softly as she sucked.

  I hovered over her body and threw a trail of kisses, from her neck down to her navel. My hands spread her legs extensively and positioned my head in between her thighs. I inhaled her aroma, smelling the beautiful fragrance of her sex. I salivated with anticipation. I traced her parted lips with the soft tip of my tongue. Sienna whimpered.

  My heart pounded. I’ve craved her body for so long. I’ve gone for weeks on end without having a taste of her. But now that she’s here, I will not deprive myself. I will relish every inch of her.

  Taking my time exploring her sweet honeyed pussy, she became wantonly livid. I indulged her deprived state. Piercing my tongue in and out of her hole and traced it back up to her aching nub. I furiously flicked it with my tongue and inserted a finger inside her—but this time I didn’t plan to stop until she came apart in my mouth. I want her abandoned and unrestrained with blatant unadulterated lust as she begged and moaned my name. I’ve hungered for her sweet nectar every fucking day. I plan to take pleasure in demolishing and ravaging her with my voracious appetite—until she’s undermined and spent from my ministrations.

  After giving her back to back orgasms, her body started shaking. Sienna’s depleted shaken body sheened with perspiration.

  “Kiss me,” she begged.

  My beautiful wanton woman, I thought as I crawled towards her naked spent form against the sheets and greedily sought her lips.

  My body pushed against her while she planted her ankles on the back of my hips. I shifted a little on the side so my cock didn’t accidentally penetrate her. She sucked my tongue until she took all of her essence out of my mouth. I hissed against her lips when she directly placed her pussy entrance against the tip of my shaft. She rocked her hips back and forth, stroking and rubbing it wonderfully. “Sienna no—don’t! That’s too dangerous.” I grumbled with evident anguish.

  “Blake—I want you. I don’t care—I just want you inside me. I need you inside me!” She begged in desperation.

  This is wrong. Why doesn’t she see it? I closed my eyes miserably and placed my heated forehead against hers, panting. Our hearts slammed quite violently against our chests.

  “No…not like this…never like this. I’m doing this for you. So please, I beseech you—don’t tempt me. I’m nothing but a man. I can only withsta
nd so much resistance before I yield into submission.”

  She cradled my cheek with her palm and gave me a chaste kiss. “Shhh that’s enough talking, I understand,” she whispered, acquiescing to my demands.

  Sienna kissed my cheek and left butterfly kisses on my neck. I gasped when she bit into my flesh and sucked on it. Her soft tongue snaked to the back of my earlobe, she licked and nipped. When her lips captured my lobe, I muttered a prayer. Sienna….

  She started to move her hips again, making our sexes rub with exquisite friction. I unconsciously followed suit making her moan huskily. Her lips captured mine as she ran her hands across my back and dug her nails deep in my skin and scratched her nails across my butt cheeks, it was raw and it painfully stung. I threw my head back and sniveled. My body shivered in response to her roughness. Sienna’s lips sought mine again, she ran her nails over me for the second time starting from the back of my neck, but this time—with grating force as her nails raked over my raw skin. I howled from the pleasurable pain. Her hands reached my ass cheeks, and gently massage them with soft strokes. She grabbed them with her nails, biting through my skin and forcefully pushed my ass forward. My cock speared inside her—her tight cunt cloaked and wrapped my ready-to-explode cock.

  I tensed and desperately fought for coherency. I tried to get off her but her legs were unmovable and unyielding.

  “Don’t stop—I want all of you. Don’t—I won’t forgive you if you do,” she threatened.

  Her vaginal muscles contracted and I knew I was losing the battle. I moved slowly and hesitantly as I took myself deeper in her core. Dio mio, she feels incredible.

  I examined her abandoned state, shamelessly loving the feel of my cock filling her. “Have you been with anyone else—I know I don’t have the right to ask—but I’m dying to know.”

  She bit her lip and shook her pretty head, “No—not yet.”

  A tidal wave of jealousy and possessiveness roared through me. “Not yet? You plan to give yourself to someone else?” My cock throbbed temptingly in her pussy but my mind raced with thoughts of her fucking another man. I don’t have the right to feel this way because I haven’t been exactly running for martyrdom—but I couldn’t help it. She gave herself to me—not Kyle or any other man—that meant something.