by Lily Vixen
“Wait here for me.”
Her eyes opened, confused. “Where are—”
“Uh, uh.” He paused with his fingers. “No questions. Wait, like the good girl you are.”
Elle managed a nod, but he could see the concern flitting in her eyes. Would she slip away from him in the time it took him to dash to the nightstand?
Yes.
“While I’m gone…” Blake slid his fingers out of her, reached up, and took hold of one of her hands. She resisted at first — what good girl wouldn’t? — but after another slow kiss, her muscles relaxed enough that he could make her touch herself. “I need you to stay wet and ready for me, Elle.”
That hand paused, before speeding up.
“Can you do that for me?”
She nodded. He kissed her again, moved her hand, and slid one of her fingers inside her.
“Like that. Slow and steady. As deep as possible.” Every word seemed to make her tremble harder. “Keep fucking yourself like that, Elle. That’ll be how I’ll be fucking you. Slow and steady.” He forced her finger deeper inside her. “And as deep as possible.”
He left her. Left her with a finger inside her and that ebbing pleasure so gently receding. Left her wanting him back at her side, or behind her, or wherever the hell he wanted to be — as long as he was touching her again.
How could she still be so turned on? Usually, all it took was one orgasm and she’d be set for a week, maybe longer. Sam, it had seemed, could go almost a month between their lovemaking sessions with no problem.
Always so busy. So tired from work.
She’d heard all his excuses. And recognized them now for just that: excuses. Of course he needed action more than once a month.
And he was getting it. Just not from her.
Elle’s muscles stiffened. She drew her finger out. Rested that hand against the wall and slowly straightened. Huh. All it took was one thought of Sam to obliterate the pleasure Blake had so carefully cultivated inside her. What would he think if she asked to leave now? Did she have to ask? Wasn’t it her—
What the hell was wrong with her? This was the first time she’d felt so alive, so hotwired with passion that she wanted to explode, and she wanted to back out? Because of Sam? Here she was, naked and trembling, in a stranger’s loft with just the promise of how slow and deep he was going to fuck her to keep her going… and she wanted to chicken out?
Elle gave her head a shake, and made her hand work its way down to her sex again. Slowly slid a finger inside. And let thoughts of Blake drift back into her mind.
And, like a gas stove flicking into life, her body sung with expectation again.
She didn’t hear Blake returning. And she started when a hand touched the curve of her ass.
He slid his fingers down, between her legs. Caressed her finger where she slowly pumped it in and out of herself.
“Good girl,” Blake murmured as he stepped up to her.
His naked skin was warm where it touched her. She wanted to look around, to see what he looked like, but he caught her hair in a fist and kept it staring straight ahead at the wall.
The tip of his cock touched her. Precise, steady. But doing nothing more than smearing her wetness over her folds. Elle moaned softly, arching her back at the trembling that started up inside her.
“You did a good job, Elle. Kept yourself so wet for me.”
Elle tried to nod, but she couldn’t move her head. Blake tipped her head back a little, and kissed her again. She melted into that kiss, her body relaxing. She’d been so surprised the first time he kissed her — he was so good at it. Ferocious but restrained at the same time. That kiss had been an indicator of how badly he wanted her, but how hard he was keeping himself back from taking her hard and fast.
Blake dragged his fingers through her folds then. With a hand on either side of her sex, he opened her. Pressed the tip of his cock against her. And slowly forced himself inside her.
Elle groaned deeply into his mouth. Blake’s breath washed over her face as he exhaled through his nose, refusing to break their kiss — despite how it had frozen in place.
And he just kept sliding into her. Filling her. Stretching her like she’d never thought possible until today. She squirmed, for a moment not sure if the throbbing pleasure of his penetration would transform into pain.
But it didn’t. His pelvis closed over her ass, driving his dick the last inch inside her. Where he held it as his lips moved against hers, almost tenderly.
Elle crooned into his mouth, trying to move her ass, to drive him deeper or shallower inside her. To encourage some movement.
But Blake seemed oblivious — happy just to be inside her. His fingers brushed her clit — another her taint. Massaging her gently.
Elle’s lips stopped responding to his kiss. And, as if taking that for some kind of signal, Blake drew out of her.
“I want you on my bed, Elle.”
She turned, blinked lazily up at him. His eyes were hooded, his expression serious and intimidating. She wavered for a moment, but then he slid his cock into her again, just as slow as before.
“Okay,” she managed.
He nipped at her earlobe, made a pleased sound against the side of her neck, and drew out of her.
She let out a surprised squeal — hurriedly cut off — as he scooped her into his arms and carried her across the room. Clinging to his neck, Elle stared up at him, then down at his chest.
His chest hair was damp. She could smell soap coming off him.
He’d showered? When? But then he stopped, took a step up, and slowly lowered her onto her back on the bed. Further thought became impossible. All she could see was his brown eyes, the curve of his lips in a near-smile, and his muscles cording as he lowered her onto his bed.
Elle’s blond hair looked so bright, framed on his denim-blue duvet. He wanted to run his hands through it, but he couldn’t seem to move them from her ass. Her legs were slightly raised, and he sank his hips down between them, making sure not to touch her sex yet.
She shifted under him, but then lay still, staring into his eyes as he dipped his head to her ear.
“This was how I pictured it,” Blake murmured into her ear.
“What?” Elle’s voice was rough and uneven.
“Taking you. Here, on my bed. Staring into your eyes.”
He drew back, and smiled at the surprise in her eye.
“Not against the wall?”
“No. Like this.” Blake lowered himself onto her. His elbows sank down on either side of her arms, trapping her. He took her face in his hands, brushing hair from her face and tracing the outline of her eyebrows with his thumb.
He arched his back, touching the tip of his cock to her. Elle’s eyes fluttered, but stayed open. Watching him with her lips parted and her breasts heaving against his chest.
Blake thrust into, letting out a low groan. It wasn’t possible, but somehow she felt even tighter than before. Hotter. Wetter.
He had to force his own eyes to stay open, fight against their urge to close so he could lose himself in that sensation.
Because he wanted to watch her cum this time. He wanted to see her expression change, how the light in her eyes danced.
Elle bucked into him, but he slid a hand between them, gently pushing down on her stomach to keep her still. Her hands caught onto his shoulder, then slid down to his ass. Gripped him and tried to urge him harder inside her. He resisted, leaving her to writhe at the end of his dick.
Then he thrust into her hard, almost violently. She gasped, eyes fluttering, mouth going wide.
God, how he’d like to feel her mouth over his dick. That gentle vacuum as she sucked him.
He forced another gasp from her. Kissed the corner of her mouth. Fucked her again, so hard that she shifted almost a foot up the bed.
“God,” she groaned, her fingernails digging into his ass. “Yes.”
“Just Blake,” he murmured, giving her a devilish grin when her eyes flared wider. She
seemed to be struggling just as much as him with keeping them open. Fixed on him. But it seemed to be turning her on just as much as him.
He slid his hand from her hair, using it to caress her jaw and throat. Carefully, applying almost no pressure, he left his fingers draped over her throat as he speared into her. Another gasp, this one coming with an arched back and eyes open no more than a slit.
“Like that, sweetheart?”
“Fuck, yes,” Elle breathed.
Her hands left his ass, going between them, feeling around his cock as if trying to figure out his girth. Then she began massaging his balls, her fingers bringing a delicious wave of thrills crashing through him. He dipped his head, kissed her bottom lip, and thrust into her again. This time, his fingers held onto her throat, pushing her into the bed.
She struggled. But when he began fucking her, slow and hard, in a rhythm that made his own breath catch in his throat, she relaxed and began keening under him.
Elle rubbed his taint and massaged her balls. She eventually gave up the fight to keep her eyes open. Her head dipped back, her back arching as he drove into her again and again, as hard as he could, as slow as he could. It was driving him insane, trying to keep to this torturous rhythm, but he knew it was driving her nuts too.
“Faster, Blake. Please.”
“Not going to happen.”
“Please.” Her voice broke as her back arched again. “Please.” The last was a gasp as he moved the hand pinning her. Used his thumb to apply a light pressure to her clit.
“Are you going to cum for me again?”
“I—I don’t know—”
But she was kidding herself. He could see from how her muscles tensed that she was heading for another orgasm.
“Are you going to cum with me?”
“I don’t… I don’t—”
He’d read her wrong, obviously. He was still smiling down at her, watching her facial muscles tighten, when her eyes popped open and her mouth formed a perfect O.
Elle came with a strangled scream. Blake lost his rhythm in surprise. She twisted under him, possessed by demonic pleasure. He grabbed her legs, snapped them open, and drove into her. Her scream turned into a gasp. She arched again, twisted a second time, and let out a long, whispering sigh.
Blake was so close he could taste it. But he’d become transfixed on that mouth of her, watching as it opened and closed to let out those beautiful sounds she kept making.
He pulled out of her. Snapped off the condom. Grabbed her throat and pulled her into a sit.
Elle bobbed forward, head lolling loosely on her neck. She looked as if she wanted to ask what the hell he was doing, but then her eyes fell to his cock. They widened. She shuddered once, hard, and made as if go down on him.
Blake tightened his grip around her throat. If he’d been able to speak, he would have. But he couldn’t. His lungs had frozen, his chest refusing to move to allow him new air or to release the old. Instead, all he could do was grunt as he slowly slid off the bed.
He had a death grip on his cock, willing it to stay fixed in its state of almost-release. It throbbed angrily in his hand, and he throttled it some more, just in case. Elle followed him like a blue-eyed puppy, mouth still open and shimmering with moisture. He led her to the edge of the bed. Slipped off, and stood beside it as he slowly began jerking himself off.
She watched, eyes flickering from his cock to his face, wide and expectant. But then she reached out — almost hesitantly — and wrapped her fingers around his dick.
Her tiny hand made his cock look even bigger. He groaned, staring down with a tightly-clenched jaw as she began pumping his cock. She shuffled forward, her breasts swaying under her as she brought her mouth to within a tantalizing inch of his beading dick.
Blake groaned, grabbed a fistful of her hair in each hand and forced her lips over his cock. Elle made a noise — perhaps protest — that vibrated over his shaft and almost made him cum the instant her warm mouth closed over him.
It was fucking heaven.
He thrust into her, feeling her gag around him. Then he drew out, shivering with the effort it took to hold himself back. Another thrust, another constricting gag from Elle, and he knew he couldn’t last a second longer.
Elle seemed to realize this too. But, instead of keeping him inside her, she tugged him out of her mouth. Her eyes flashed up to his face. She smiled at him, and then slowly opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue.
He left one hand in her hair. The other went around his cock. He stroked his shaft, shuddering as he came. His load spurted over Elle’s lips, then her tongue. A third convulsion spilled milky white cum over her bottom lip. Her tongue twisted, gathering up everything he had spurted on her face and she swallowed, eyes fluttering closed for a second.
She darted forward, swallowing the tip of his dick, and began massaging him with her tongue. He groaned, forcing her head forward with his fist until his entire dick lay in her mouth, throbbing once before growing soft. He pulled out of her, shivering when she dragged the tip of her tongue along the underside of his dick.
His legs wanted to give in. He crouched in front of her, herding her deeper onto the bed. Drawing her into an embrace, he held her as tight as he could while their breathing evened out. As the sweat on their bodies cooled. She began to shiver, and he tugged down the duvet and urged her inside.
They lay like that, his legs wrapped around her, her head cradled on his chest, until he felt her go limp.
Sleep took him moments later.
Ten Minutes
Warmth stroked Elle to waking. She blinked, holding a hand over her eyes as she sat up. A sheet fell from her breasts, gathering in soft folds around her lap.
Where the hell—
A hand slipped over her thigh, squeezing her.
Lurid memory rushed back like a physical force. She inhaled sharply, turning to look at Blake. He blinked up at her, hair mussed and lips twitching into a faint smile.
“Morning already?” he murmured.
He sat up beside her, one hand propping himself up, the other dragging through his hair. Squinting at her, he gave her a long, slow smile. The sunlight made the crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes deeper. Somehow… sexier.
“Coffee?” This in a voice still rough with sleep.
Elle’s breath came out in a rush. “Please.”
Blake grinned at her as he slid his legs over the side of the bed. He had a few faded tattoos on his shoulders, muscles that coiled as he stretched. A strip of pale white skin over his ass. Elle wanted to avert her eyes, but she stared instead. Faint half-moons stood out in angry red on that pale ass.
Her nails.
She allowed herself a small smile, and fell back into the bed, snuggling into its soft warmth. Watching Blake as he walked — naked and seemingly unashamed — to the kitchen to make them coffee. The view she had of his ass and thighs disappeared behind the kitchen counter.
“Did you know condoms expire?”
Those words snapped Elle from her happy place like a rubber band. She sat up, clutching the sheets to her chest.
“They what?”
Blake glanced over at her, scratching absently at his chest as he flicked on the percolator.
“Condoms. I had a pack in my nightstand. Something made me turn it over. Expires in a month’s time.” He nodded, as if this was the most interesting thing in the world.
“So we… did it—”
He laughed then, turning to face her and putting his palms on the table.
“Relax, sweetheart. I’m sure you’re not pregnant or anything.”
Her face went hot. She wanted to be pissed off for that comment, but instead, those words had served her a picture-perfect image of her holding open her mouth for Blake’s cum.
What the hell had she been on?
Well, lust, obviously. She’d never — ever — felt as turned on as she had last night.
“So, about your car.”
Elle tried to release her grip on
the sheets. “What about my car?”
“I don’t see a problem giving it back to you. I mean, it’s not like you’re going to run away without paying, right?”
Elle shrugged. “I could.”
He lifted his head from the coffee machine, and gave her a lopsided smile. “You could, could you?”
“Yeah.” Elle straightened her shoulders. “You don’t know me.”
“You’re right.” Blake’s expression turned serious then. “But I do know where you stay.”
“You don’t,” she said.
“I do.” Blake glanced around his loft. “And you’re welcome here for as long as you need a place.”
Elle stared at him. “But you don’t know—”
“I don’t have to.” It was Blake’s turn to shrug.
“You don’t have to?” She could hear the cynicism dripping from her words and tried a small laugh. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Blake turned away, busying himself at the coffee machine for a few seconds before shrugging again. He glanced at her over his shoulder, eyes narrowing slightly. “When I was young, my mother used to take me to a coffee shop round the corner from our house.” He paused, giving his lips a quick swipe with his tongue and turning his back to her again. “We used to watch the people — those that walked by, those that came in for coffee — for hours at a time.”
Elle straightened on the bed, drawing the sheets to her neck. The loft was warm, but Blake’s quiet words sent a small chill through her. Just him and his mom? Where was his dad in this equation?
“She was a psychology major, but never practiced. Used to sit and tell me all about people — the good kind, the bad kind. How you could tell. Body language, the way people spoke, stuff like that. Got pretty good at reading people.”
Another shrug, and then Blake turned to her again, resting his hip against the counter and folding his arms over his chest. He gave her a slow, easy grin.
“Long story short — let’s just say, I know people. And I think you’re one of the good ones.”
