by Renee Field
He gets up and before I realize it he’s kicked the small side table hard. It shatters. “You don’t fucking get it. Christ this is my fault. I should have taken his call.”
I force him back down to the sofa. “This wasn’t your fault. And you beating yourself up over all the “what ifs” isn’t going to bring him back or make you feel better.”
“Did you study psychology at university?” he says, attempting to lighten the mood.
“Nope, not me. University isn’t on my schedule yet.”
“It’s not for everyone. I found it really hard. I juggled a heavy course load, work and my father. Back in university he ended up in hospital with a broken leg after falling down some steps in a drunken stupor. It was four weeks of hell for me. Between my courses and work, I’d race down to his apartment to help him out.”
I cup his face, needing for him to look at me. “Blake, you were a damn good son to him. Try to remember the good times.”
He closes his eyes like he’s in pain. “I’m not sure I have any.”
“Dig deep. They’re in there. Your father…did he ever hit you?”
“Hell no,” he answers.
“Did he belittle you or yell at you?”
“No. He always said I should do the right thing for me,” he says, and I see a flicker of a smile.
I run my hand up and down his back, offering comfort through my hands, just like he had when he had massaged my feet.
“I guess I just can’t get over that he’s gone. Life with him wasn’t easy.”
“I gathered that,” I reply.
“You don’t get it. I always felt embarrassed by him. I never wanted anyone to know he was my father. Christ, one day he showed up at my high school, sitting there by the front entrance and he was totally out of it so I just walked right by him, like he was a piece of dirt. You know the worst part?”
“What?”
“He doesn’t know I did that. I never told him. God, I’m so fucked up.”
“Aren’t we all?”
He moves his head so it’s resting in my lap and I run my fingers through his hair.
“You’re not fucked up. You’re great.”
I scoff. “I think you’re dreaming. Maybe at one time, but the truth changed all that.”
“God. Did you ever think life would be so damn hard?”
“No, honestly. My life started out pretty sheltered and I had no frigging idea how hard it would become, but I think for me that was a good thing. If I’d known maybe…”
“Maybe…”
“Maybe I wouldn’t have leapt at the chance to change. I honestly don’t regret it. I’ve learned more about myself than I ever dreamed.”
“Did you dream of me?”
“What, you’re back to your corny lines?”
He rolls over so he can look at me and my breath gets caught. I love those hazel eyes of his.
He says, “I dream of you.”
“Dreams are good,” I say, reminding myself to stay grounded. Dreams are for people with money and while I might have had that, I don’t anymore. I have to work damn hard for my dreams now. “Blake, this thing between us.”
He surges up and captures my face with his hands. “Shh, Alyssa, no more questions. I’ve missed you. Let me treasure you for the night.”
I want to resist but I can’t because in his heated eyes I see wicked delight and ecstasy. Who needs a drug when Blake’s so addictive?
“Maybe we should—”
His hand moves under my shirt and once again that possessive touch of his undoes me. “Shh, tonight is all about you.”
I feel like it should be all about him. When his lips finally claim mine I’m the one clinging to him. I say with my welcoming lips, ‘yes, let it be about us tonight and screw tomorrow’.
Soft but demanding at the same time, Blake’s mouth tastes mine. His tongue gently licks my lower lip and I’m trembling, holding back this wild yearning I have for him. He nips my lip and I open my eyes to see him staring at me with an intensity that makes my insides quake. And just like that his lips are gone and I blink.
He stands up and holds out his hand, waiting for me to grasp it. When I do he swings me into his body and then picks me up.
I can’t help but smile.
At the foot of the bed he lowers me. I’m still clinging to him, my arms looped around his neck.
“I love how you kiss,” he says, nuzzling my mouth with his.
We’re smiling as we kiss which I find endearing. “I love that wicked mouth of yours.”
“Oh, this wicked mouth of mine plans to kiss every inch of you,” he says, while one of his hands yanks my shirt up over my head.
I do the same to him. Now we’re both shirtless but I’m still in my oh-so-not beautiful bra. Lucky for me he obviously doesn’t care about my ancient, beige lingerie because with a quick snap the bra is bushed out of the way and his hands are cupping my breasts. I love his chest hair and let my fingers trace it and then his nipples, which instantly pebble from my once over.
Then he pushes me to sit on the bed. I’m keep my hands on the mattress, savoring the feel of letting him take control and feast on my breasts. His mouth dances over first one nipple than the other and then he’s holding one and sucking, drawing my nipple into the warm cavern of his mouth. He repeats his actions, taking his time to lave as much attention as he can on my now achy breasts. I groan, lean back more and soon find myself clutching his head, holding him fast to me. With one final light nip he leans back.
I’m left grinning like a fool as I look up at him. With his eyes zeroed in on me he unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his jeans and within seconds I’m treated to his massive erection.
“Nice.”
“I do aim to please,” he says, grinning like the cheeky bastard he is. Naked as the day he was born, he gets on his knees and within seconds he’s got my pants undone and they’re being yanked off my legs. I squirm to lift up my hips so he can haul off my panties.
He takes my white cotton panties in his hands, and holds them up to his nose so he can inhale my scent. Considering they’re drenched with my juices, his actions should gross me out but they do the opposite. I totally get that. Every night his briefs are under my pillow but not before I sniff them, wanting to have the smell of him all over me.
“I want you all over my face.”
That’s the only warning I get before he’s splaying my legs and then his mouth is hot and heavy on me. I spread my legs wider, like a good girl, and give him all the access he wants. I flop back onto the bed and enjoy his wicked tongue. He’s got a slight beard and the rough feel of his whiskers against my inner thighs leaves me feeling raw. Blake does something with his tongue where he presses over and down at the same time on my clit and he repeats his actions which leaves me panting and moaning within seconds.
I grasp his hair, desperate for him to get me over that edge. He splays his hand over my belly just above my pubic bone and then he thrusts a finger deep inside my now drenched pussy.
“You like?”
I can’t talk. I’m bombarded with sensation. His finger is pumping into me, but he’s tilted his hand and he’s hitting a pad deep within me I’ve never felt before. He presses on my public bone and within seconds I shatter.
“So fucking good,” he says, his words tickling my now overly sensitive area.
This time when my fingers find hold in his brown hair I give a yank and he finally releases me.
“What the hell just happened?”
He’s grinning with an ‘I’m-so-pleased look’ that I can’t help but blush, which is weird considering what we’ve been doing.
“That, Alyssa, is you coming apart in your beautiful wicked way and it was totally amazing.”
I shake my head, while accepting the handful of tissues he hands my way. I wipe myself clean, thinking a shower would really help and just like that he’s leaning down to kiss my lips. I taste myself—that salty, musky flavor and smile.
“Wha
t did you do?”
He chuckles. “I just listened to that beautiful body of yours and really wanted to please you tonight.”
“You and those magical fingers.”
“You want to take a shower?”
I grin. “Oh god, yes.”
No sooner do I say it then I’m delighted with a view of his breathtaking backside. I could watch his ass all day. I hear the shower water spurt on and he returns a second later.
“Ladies first.”
“You want to join me?”
He gives me a good once over. “I want to join you in more ways than one, but that shower is too small for both of us. You go first. I’ll hop in later and then I get you all to myself again.”
I climb out of bed, but before I go to the washroom, I pull him in for a hug. His erection is still hot and hard and I take it in my hand.
“What about you?” I ask.
His lips claim mine and I’m thinking to hell with the shower but he steps back. “Take your shower. When you come back to this bed you’re all mine.”
I like that. I give a good tug on his cock and he groans. “Will that still be impressive for me when I get back?”
He takes himself in hand and pumps swiftly. “No worries on that end. Now, go. Into that shower before I put you on your knees.”
“Tease,” I say as a slowly saunter to the washroom.
“Witch,” he says, swatting my ass which makes me yelp and run for cover in the shower.
In the shower I use the resort’s small bar of soap and even though I’m not a fan of the overly flowery scent I do love the feeling of being clean. I use his shampoo and the scent of cedar fills the small bathroom. I get out and he’s there holding out a white towel. I step into his embrace and let him dry me off. The feel of the rough cotton towel as he uses it like an extension of his hands does more than dry me off, it heats me up.
He pays a lot of attention to my breasts and within seconds my nipples are pebbled into tight points. I’m hoping he’ll give them a kiss but he ignores them and goes to his knees. I love the feel of his hair. He makes me widen my stance and then towels off my thighs. Just when I’m starting to pant he hands me the towel.
“My turn.”
I totally forgot about that. He climbs into the shower which obviously is way too small, but we don’t care. He has to duck his head to fit under the showerhead which makes me laugh. Instead of closing the shower, I peek in to watch him lather up, wishing the bar of soap was in my hands.
“You enjoying the show?”
“Oh yeah,” I say, moving my hands to my breasts. His gaze is now hooked on me and he drops the soap. Cursing, he has to fish for it in the small bathtub.
“Stop being a tease.”
“You like when I tease,” I reply.
He turns around so I whistle. He chuckles but ignores me to finish getting clean. When he faces me I can see how aroused he is. My eyes are glued to his cock and he knows it. He takes it in his hand and I watch as he strokes it.
“Get on your knees on the bed and prepare for me.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Get prepared. When I come out of this shower I’m going to be all over you.”
My heart speeds up and I want to ignore his instructions but don’t. I want him all over me. It’s been ages since I’ve felt him deep inside of me.
“You’ve got six seconds,” he says, shutting off the water.
The squeak of the washroom door closing is my only warning before the weight of him is slick, damp and heavy on my backside.
I sigh. “You feel so good.”
He doesn’t say anything. He pulls my waist tight to his and then I feel his cock nudging into my slick folds. He’s teasing me. He dips inside and then quickly withdraws. I lean back more, needing the feel of him inside of me.
His arm reaches out to the side table and he pulls a condom out. I hear the rip and I’m thanking my lucky stars when he finally sheathes himself.
“You ready for this?”
“Give it to me,” I say, tilting my hips to provide him with better leverage.
He plunges in and then I’m the one gripping the bed as his piston thrusts move us up the mattress.
“You.” Thrust. “Feel.” Thrust. “So.” Thrust. “Unbelievable.”
He’s holding tight to my waist which enables him to take total control of my body and I love it. Even though his trusts are hard and demanding this is what I crave.
His hands snakes between us and he groans. “So wet again. Tell me what you want.”
“You. Just you.” And there’s more meaning in those words than he can know, but I don’t dare let on.
“Alyssa,” he says, slowing his rhythm to nuzzle the back of my neck. “You had me at first sight.”
I want to laugh because Blake’s full of corny lines, but the sincerity of his words and how he feels deep inside of me makes me wonder for a second if there’s a chance for more with him.
“Tonight is all about your pleasure. I haven’t forgotten. What do you want?”
I find myself choking on my words, but I say them and hope not to regret it. “I want you to love me with your body.”
He turns my head so his lips can claim mine. “That, honey, is what I plan to do.”
The rest of the night he uses his body, more than the words we dare not speak, to show me he’s a man of his word.
CHAPTER NINE
Blake
My heart’s beating fast as I turn over to the warm feel of Alyssa in my bed. “You stayed.”
“You asked me to,” she replies and I’m gifted with my first glimpse of Alyssa all tousled and well-loved in the morning. I shouldn’t be so damn pleased with myself, but I am. She might not be when she sees herself in the mirror. We were a little too vigorous in our loving last night and she’s sporting a purple hickey on her neck and whisker burns on her face. Makes me wonder how my body fared. Alyssa wasn’t gentle in her bites but I certainly didn’t complain last night. To me she looks adorable.
She runs a hand through her messed up hair and groans. “I look like shit, don’t I?”
I stop that line of thought with a demanding kiss and within seconds I’m on top of her. She’s grinning up at me with a knowing look in her eyes.
“You’re frisky thing in the morning,” she says, tweaking my nipples. God I love it when she does that.
“All men are frisky in the morning.”
“I wouldn’t know.” And just like that she’s given me another small glimpse into her past.
“Are you saying I’m the first man you’ve spent the whole night with?”
Her eyes dart away like confessing that is hard, but I need to hear it. “Alyssa am I right?”
“Yup.”
I reclaim her lips and only after I’m done worshipping her mouth do I say, “Thank you. Thank you again for trusting me enough to stay.”
She gives me a mock punch in the shoulder and I find myself laughing when she says, “Don’t get so full of yourself.”
“Oh I’m not getting full of myself. I’m about to get full of you.” I reach under the pillow and rip open the condom and with her eyes watching slip the protective barrier on.
She’s grinning which surprises me. I thought for sure once she woke up she’d be bolting out of my bed. I’m thrilled she’s stayed and I’m going to make damn sure she enjoys her morning.
I make my way down her body, and kiss her sensitive nipples and then I’m about to move lower when her hand stills me.
“I want you inside of me now.”
Oh, a demanding woman is so damn sexy in the morning. Grinning, I slip in, saying, “I do aim to please.”
We take our time. The pace is slow and full of hope as we kiss, latching on to each other like today is a day full of promises. Only when her hands move lower to clutch my ass do I pick up the pace and within minutes we’re both on that edge. When we finally crest it we’re panting hard.
“That was amazing,” she says.
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“You are amazing,” I say, truly meaning it. “So what’s your plan for the day?
“Set up. That’s the only reason I’ve got the day off. I’ve got to help Kat get the room ready. The anniversary party is tonight. God, I can’t believe I got talked into doing this.”
I lean over and plan a kiss on those kissable lips of hers. “Your pictures are great. You’re great. Tonight will be fun.”
She sighs and I get that she’s full of worry. Hell, I’d be nervous too, but the thing is, her eye for landscapes is truly amazing. She sits up in the bed. “Mind if I have the first shower?”
I grin. “Mind if I watch?”
She flashes a smile my way and I’m blessed with the best view any man could have in the morning. Watching Alyssa walk naked, with those hips of hers swaying, to the washroom is so my thing.
I hear the water turn on and then all I can think about is water sluicing over her body. I bolt out of the bed and within seconds she’s squealing. The damn tub and showerhead are way too small for us, but that’s part of the morning fun. I take the soap out of her hand and tell her to keep still. Turns out that’s almost impossible. Alyssa is ticklish in the morning. I use the soap to lather first her belly and breasts, paying special attention to the pointed tips of her nipples. She stretches out her arms and I lather those, and then I slip my hand between her thighs to ensure she’s nice and clean. By the time I’m done, my cock has reclaimed its morning glory wooden stance and we’re both looking at each other with pure lust.
I know she has a busy day ahead, but hell, all I want is to be back inside of her. Instead, I can only watch when she gets on her knees and takes the full length of me inside her mouth.
“Sweet Jesus. That feels good.” I grip her wet hair and hold her in place.
Alyssa has a tongue with a mind of its own. Between the suction pull and her talented, A-list tongue I’m about ready to come.
I attempt to yank her off me but she’s having none of that. Her hand grabs my ass and her nails dig in deep and the other hand has snaked down to cup my balls. I discovered last night just how much she loves my testicles and I must say I didn’t complain once.
