by Pamela Ann
I went back to assaulting his left nipple then took my other hand and scratched the counterpart. Blake buckled. I smiled. You like that, don’t you?
My tongue snaked slowly to his navel and I nipped around it. My fingers traced the outline of his boxer-briefs, soft and light, only enough to make him tingle. I wanted him hot, ready and rabid.
My fingers gently pulled down his boxers and I gasped loudly from his springing cock. It was massive; the girth was thick with a big vein that outlined his hardened ridge. Wow, impressive! My eyes were greedy, my mouth watered and my hands itched. Hell to the mother fucking yes!
I gathered my bearings and hastily pulled the boxers off his long legs. Kneeling, both of my hands gripped his thighs. I kissed his inner thigh, slowly and deliberately, as I made my way to his balls. My hand cupped them, hard, and started to play with them—massaging and pulling a bit. Holding his balls firmly, careful not to touch his ready to combust cock, I slowly got up and bent over to kiss his neck. My lips assaulted; sucking and biting his earlobe while my hand continued to grip and squeeze his balls.
“Sienna,” Blake muttered, edgy.
I felt his large hands cup and grip my ass. He gave my left butt cheek a loud spanking. “Ahh!” I yelped from pleasure, but he needed to hold back. It was my playtime, my show. “Naughty, naughty. Don’t touch, Knightly.” I hissed.
“I can’t help it. Your beautifully shaped arse was right there just waiting to be spanked.”
“Enough,” I scolded the Brit.
He immediately shut his mouth when my hand found his manhood, stroking it slowly up and down its silky, hard length. The gesture made him close his eyes with his mouth hanging ajar.
“You like that, Mr. Knightly?” I inquired with a raspy, sultry voice. I licked my lips as I watched my hand touch him, his shaft got bigger and bigger.
“Yes,” he responded, his voice thick and throaty.
Still stroking him, I used my other hand to reach for the oil and flipped it open. I drizzled and smothered it all over his throbbing cock as it freely oozed all the way to his balls. It wetted my hands as I massaged it on his body, spreading the oil all over his thighs, his torso and on my breasts. Once done, I retreated back to catering his hardened ridge.
Right hand on his cock and my left on his balls, stroking his lengthy cock slowly as I sucked his balls and played with them with my tongue. He rasped my name as if in pain. Easing my mouth slowly from his sack, I gripped his hardened length and stroked it as I covered his engorged head with my other free hand, swiping my oiled fingers at the crown, making delightful friction on his manhood.
Blake instantly buckled from my assault. “Fuck!”
Encouraged, I gently squeezed the head of his shaft as I rotated my hand, upping his pleasure as I simultaneously stroked the rest of his cock all the way to the base with fervent concentration. Blake was moaning my name, uninhibited in his delirious state. I accelerated the speed once I felt him grip my shoulder and pant loudly.
Oh, he’s so close. I want to see this compelling man come apart in my hand, in my mouth.
My determined tongue viciously caressed him as I touched my hand to his ready-to-combust head and massaged his balls. My hot, greedy mouth swallowed his swelling crown. I sucked him, hard. My tongue flicked on the small, slit opening of his shaft, where his creamy juices come out, before I hastily retreated to the bottom of his head where it was extremely sensitive, teasing him relentlessly.
I bobbed my head, twirling my tongue around his crown as my tongue swiped and stroked him harder, taking everything I could from him. Blake took my head and clutched his hands in my hair, firmly holding me in place. With another strong flick of my tongue, he finally surrendered, yelling my name as he unloaded himself in my mouth. I sucked him hard, devouring every drop of essence that he secreted; leaving not a drop behind.
Blake gasped for air as he stared wildly at me, fascinated. I pulled my mouth off his cock; his cum still sat creamily on my tongue. Without blinking, I wantonly gazed at him through my lashes while I swallowed his creamy seed, slowly, and licked my lips after. Boy did that ever catch his attention.
Hell, Blake even tastes divine. Midnight with a tinge silver eyes blazed, never leaving mine. Blake hastily pulled me down on the couch and swiftly placed my hot aroused body underneath him. His dominating swiftness left me ravenous. To say my body was humming would be an understatement. At that point, it was singing at the opera house.
When he managed to find my lips and sealed them with his, he kissed me with pure abandonment. I kissed him back, matching his passion.
I felt drunk with lust—with need—all because of Blake. He did things to my body that I couldn’t explain. It kept exploding when he was near, like he was the puppeteer and I was merely his puppet.
My pussy throbbed and my thong was beyond soaked. I was more than ready. Blake broke off the kiss, sought my neck while his hand cupped my breast, squeezing a hard nipple as he fiercely bit my neck.
“Holy. Shit. Blake!!!!” I screeched.
Blake’s still-hard cock teased and rubbed the outer layer of my barely covered mound “You’re drenched, Sienna. Are you sure you don’t want me to remedy that?” His roughened voice was hoarse against my ear and it made me shudder.
How I wanted him… to feel him inside of me, but it was not the right time.
Groaning my name loudly, Blake took his cock and determinedly guided the head around my pussy. Coaxing the lace with one swift nudge of his engorged head to move the elastic lace sideways, my swollen lips exposed to his assaulting eyes and awaiting cock.
Blake’s eyes glittered.
Not, yet. I pleaded in my hazy mind, not yet.
“God, you’re beautiful, Sienna.” He softly rasped out as he gently parted my pussy with his cock. The engorged head gliding, slowly and gently, as it rubbed against my clit. Dear me. That feels blindingly exquisite. “I know we can’t have sex. Don’t worry,” Blake gently assured me. I nodded, trusting him fully.
My chest heaved and my eyes closed. Blake, what are you doing to me? I felt like a whole different person, not the old Sienna, but someone wanton, shameless.
My thoughts departed as he teased the tip of his head around my opening. Circling it slowly, excruciatingly, until I was delirious from pleasure. His lips planted kisses all over my stomach and then he placed his mouth directly in front of my pussy. I hooked my leg on top of the couch and the other on his shoulder. God, YES!!!
“Open your eyes.” I did as he commanded. “Never take your eyes off me. Watch what I can do to your body.”
My eyes were the size of saucers, my mouth agape as I saw his tongue taste me with a slow flick, sucking my dripping clit. Blake took his thumb and played with it some more. The image of him going down on me, tasting me, was carnal and erotic. I almost lost it. I was mesmerized and couldn’t take my eyes off him. My body was already strung out, but the raging onslaught of his tongue was too intense, and suddenly, I ran out of breath as my body quivered, responding beautifully to him.
“Come for me, my sweet Sienna.” His mouth was unrelenting, savagely caressing my pussy as he inserted a finger into my molten opening. The pleasure it gave me was unbearable. My orgasm was closing in on me, fast.
My breathing halted when I felt him insert another finger. It found my spot and he rubbed both his fingers there, ceaselessly. “Yes, give it to me. Please!” I begged as I gripped the couch, scraping it with my nails as my orgasm rocked me in waves. My body twitched from my release and I was panting, out of breath.
Whoa!
I closed my eyes and sank back on the couch. Energy all spent, I thought contently as I limply moved my hand to cover my eyes. That was mind-blowing! Never in my years with Kyle had I experienced anything like it and that was only his tongue and fingers. Imagine what his cock would do to me when the time came. That thought alone made me want to jump on him and find out. I did say Blake made me shameless, didn’t I?
Spent, Blake placed him
self on top of me. He kissed my lips gently and tenderly. “Now, we’re even.” Hell yeah! What a payback it was, too!
He kissed my nose as he slowly got up and then swiftly plucked me off the couch as if I weighed nothing. Blake headed toward the bedroom and placed me carefully on the bed before he slid in next to me.
“Wow. Just wow,” I whispered in awe.
“I know. It makes me wonder what fucking you would be like,” he wondered out loud as he kissed my earlobe and tugged me closer to him. “One day, you will be mine. All those sweet juices will be for my mouth and my cock. You won’t want anyone else.”
Hmm, smug, aren’t we? “Arrogant man,” I mumbled softly.
“No, just being truthful. You gave me something tonight. The memory of you almost naked, stroking and sucking me, will forever be ingrained in my memory.” I’m sure it will. It was what I wanted to do.
I laughed sleepily.
He kissed my shoulder, hugged me tightly and whispered goodnight. His soft breathing hit my neck as we both fell asleep.
Chapter Forty-Two
Monday came with a rush. My classes were a little hectic. From marketing classes to Art History, I was sure I was about to spend a lot of time studying paintings in The National Gallery to catch up.
I returned home the day before after spending three nights with Blake. Luce came back upbeat from her vacation with Toby and things seemed to be going pretty steady between the two. I was keeping my fingers crossed. I never once mentioned to her that I’d slept in Blake’s flat or any occurrence I’d had with him. I wanted to keep it to myself for the time being.
Blake had been texting me about how his day was. He mentioned how hectic his schedule was going to be, but asked if I wanted to have dinner with him Friday night. I eagerly replied and said yes, of course. I liked how he was being patient with me. I was even surprised that he was willing. The Blake I knew didn’t wait on women; it was the other way around. They waited on him. I hoped, though, that he wasn’t risking our friendship because I was simply a novelty. I guess I just had to wait and see how he fared with the situation.
By Thursday, I was tired and weary. I hadn’t been sleeping properly. My thoughts lingered at night and it had been driving me insane. I hadn’t heard from Kyle, either. I was relieved and saddened at the same time. Will there ever come a time that I won’t feel this deep anguish every single time I think of him? I was haunted by that last phone call; his voice desperate and pained. I truly hoped that he was doing well and not indulging himself with alcohol until he was numb from the pain. I’d never known him to be so irresponsible. That’s why it was a surprise that he’d gotten a DUI.
I was sure his parents were overjoyed with that news. I could seriously see their shocked faces and the disappointment. They were a lovely couple. They loved Kyle very much. Chris Matthews and I were friendly, but we’d never been close. Kyle’s mom, Marie, on the other hand, was a dear and had made me feel right at home ever since I was a little girl. When I pictured what my mom would’ve been like, I always imagined my mom’s face with Marie’s gentle personality. Marie treated me like I was her own. I would always be grateful for her.
Sitting in my marketing class, my mind drifted in and out of the lecture. I really needed to focus or else I would certainly fail.
My phone beeped silently. I took it out of my purse and saw that Chad had sent me a message.
Chad: Baby love!!!! I got your male model!!!! FINALLY! He’s über hot!!! It’s going to be FABULOUS!!! Just you wait, love! I’ll text you the deets for the shoot next week. I think we’ll be doing a shoot once a week for six weeks? I’ll let you know! Love You! xxxxxx
Ha! I wondered where he’d found his model. I just hoped his shots wouldn’t be raunchy or tasteless. How comfortable would it be to pose almost nude with a stranger? It should be interesting. I might need to take my accomplice, Don Patron, with me to soothe my nerves.
I just might.
By the time the class ended, it was already six p.m., so I rushed home to cook dinner because I was feeling ravenous. Hopefully, Lucy hadn’t arrived yet so I could cook before she did. She usually came home around seven from school. She was a sophomore and had a bad schedule.
When I opened the apartment door, I was surprised that there was noise coming from the living room. Luce is home early, I thought.
“Luce? I’m home! What do you feel like for dinner? I’m cooking!” I called out to her as I placed my purse on the floor and checked the mail that was stacked on the rustic-looking table where we placed our keys and other knick-knacks.
I barely glanced up as Lucy came to greet me. She looked a little frazzled which was unusual coming from her.
“Luce?” I gave her a questioning look, but instead of responding, she dragged me to her bedroom and gently closed the door behind me. Okay…
“Mrs. Matthews is here!” Lucy exclaimed.
I gasped. What! Kyle’s mother? Here? What in the world is she doing here? Shit! Did something happen to Kyle?
“Is Kyle okay? Did she mention what she wanted?” I asked dramatically. All these weird scenarios popped and flashed about in my head; none of them any good.
“I don’t know. She never said. She’s been waiting for twenty minutes. You should go and ask her yourself. Whatever it is she came here for, be strong.” Luce gave me a hug and squeezed me tightly.
“Right. Thanks for the warning.” My hand sought out hers, gently squeezing it before I left and strolled toward the living room to find Marie.
My hands were clammy and I rubbed them on my jeans as I entered the living room.
I found Marie gracefully sitting on the couch, drinking tea as she watched the news on the television. I was relieved that Luce had taken care of her and had made her feel comfortable.
“Marie?”
“Sienna, dear, how are you? It’s so good to see you again. I was a little miffed that you didn’t come to see me when you went back home. I’ve missed you.”
Oh, my. That made me teary and wobbly. I wanted to see her, but the thought of Kyle had stopped me. I didn’t know how he would feel about me going behind his back and visiting his mother.
“I’m sorry. I meant to see you, but circumstances made it difficult for me. I’ve missed you, too.”
She stood in front of me and gave me a loving hug. “I hope you’re doing okay, Sienna?” She eyed me with concern.
“I’m fine. Is everything okay? You’re visiting London?” I cautiously asked her. I needed to know the purpose of her visit.
Marie started to sit down and I sat across from her on the other couch. I needed as much distance between us as possible because it just had to be that way from then on. As much as I liked Marie, she was still Kyle’s mother and she would look out for her son first and foremost.
“Sienna, let me explain my visit and I hope that you will let me finish before you voice your thoughts. Is that okay with you, dear?” I nodded and said yes, eager for her to get on. “I know it’s been extremely tough for you and Kyle both since you moved here. I saw his despair when you left. It tore my heart to pieces to see him go through something like that, but he somewhat survived that hurdle and started to live life again. Since the moment he saw you back home, he’s been spiraling out of control and I need to intervene before things really get out of hand and he ends up dead somewhere.”
I gasped. Kyle? Why do you do this to yourself?
“A few days ago, I caught him passed out in the bathroom with lines of cocaine next to him. I was hysterical with worry and so I called Chris, panicking. We discussed what we needed to do to help our child cope with his problems. We sat Kyle down the next day, after he recovered from his binging.” She gently wiped a tear that had escaped her teary eyes. “We asked him what was going through his head and told him how negligent he had been with his actions. He didn’t talk much—as expected—however he laid out essential facts of how he felt like ‘he’s dying inside.’ I just wish he would’ve spoken to me about it soone
r. He chose to bottle it all in.
“Instead of putting him in rehab like most people do, Chris and I agreed that it would be best to send him here, to be around you again. You give him perspective, dear, but most of all, my son listens to you. He’ll be assigned to scout as well as supervise the UK branch, and at the same time, he can try to see you to make amends. Even if you two don’t get back together, you kids should remain friends. You darlings were inseparable and it’s painful to see a long standing friendship fall apart.
“Sienna, I know this is asking a lot of you, but I’m asking you a favor—for the first time—to please help my son get better. I’m not sure if this will help, yet I feel that this all started with you. I have no doubt in my heart that you can help him get better if he saw you again. He always listens to you. He loves you.”
I was speechless. Kyle coming and living here? Me helping him get better? That’s a big responsibility! How the heck will I handle that? I’m freaked out! So much for cleaning out my closet of emotional baggage! It was going to drive me mental.
“Marie, how do I even begin? That was a lot to take in. Has Kyle agreed to this? Does he know? When is he coming anyway?”
“He does and he’s arriving tomorrow afternoon,” she said calmly.
I stared at her in shock, her statement sinking in. Holy fuck! Kyle will be here tomorrow? What the hell am I going to do? What about Blake? He’d either go ballistic or understand. Who knew which one, though?
It was all so frustrating. Marie was precious, and she’d only ever been kind to me since I moved in with the Browns. I couldn’t let her down without putting up an effort.
“Alright, I can try. I’m not making promises, but I’ll try.”
“Oh, Sienna, thank you! This means so much to Chris and me. Thank you! Kyle will be so happy!”
I don’t know about making Kyle happy, but I’ll be a friend. He certainly needed to redirect his goals. Deep down, I knew I couldn’t see someone so dear to me spiral out of control, either. It was Kyle and he needed me—his best friend, not the lover—and I would be there for him.
