“Forwards,” Blake directed gently, guiding me outside, the wind now whipping around me, blowing my hair about my face.
“Where are we?” I asked, growing even more impatient, pulling my coat tight around me for warmth.
He held me still for a moment, making me wait. The seconds ticked on, and I realized with a shiver of electricity that he was obviously looking at me: slowly taking me in with his cold grey eyes, savoring me.
“Okay, you can take it off,” he said eventually.
With relief, I finally pulled off the blindfold, and at first my eyes just focused on Blake – his smiling face, his intense grey eyes, his chiseled jaw, his tanned, stubble-flecked skin, just as handsome as ever.
It took me another second before I realized just how high up I was. We seemed to be right up in the sky, towering above Manhattan, and I felt a shiver of fear flash through me, but I knew that I was safe with Blake.
“The 212?” I gasped, as I finally worked out where I was.
“Well done,” he replied. “Very perceptive.”
It had been a lucky guess: the blindfold had done its job and I’d completely lost my bearings, but I’d known Blake had been having work done on this rooftop terrace for months now – he’d shown me the plans, but I’d never actually seen it -- and finally it was complete.
It was amazing.
My eye was drawn first to the breathtaking view – the whole panorama of Manhattan spilling out below us in a glittering tapestry of twinkling lights and sparkling skyscrapers – and then to ...
Oh my God!
A hot tub, bubbling away, right at the roof’s edge, tastefully lit by a series of small blue spotlights, set into the concrete around the tub. And on a little side table were a stack of plump white towels and two fluffy robes.
He’s thought of everything, as usual.
“So what do you think?” Blake asked, his mouth curling in a playful grin. “I thought we should be the first ones to try out the tub.”
“You know I’ve not brought my bikini!” I said playfully, waiting for him to magically reveal a La Perla gift box.
“Well,” he replied with a mischievous grin. “I didn’t think we’d need to wear anything.”
I looked at him and smiled, shaking my head. Of course, that was just the kind of thing he’d be into, and was just about to tell him so when Jean-Luc, head waiter at The 212’s regular restaurant appeared carrying two menus.
“Good evening, madam et monsieur,” he said in his thick French accent. “If you would like to follow me?”
I shot Blake a puzzled look, but he just grinned widely and nodded, then followed Jean-Luc over to the other side of the terrace where, I realized, a single candle-lit table had been set out, with two chairs, beneath the soft orange glow of a series of heat lamps, attached to an unobtrusive canopy.
This was the thing about Blake. As frustrating as I often found him, he obviously loved to surprise me, and not just with memory sticks and invitations to parties. He could be truly romantic too, and it was the little gestures like this that made me suspect that perhaps he really did care about me deeply.
Once we were seated, Jean-Luc presented us with the menus, and then said, softly, “Would madam et monsieur like a moment alone to decide, or are you ready to order now?”
And at this, Blake locked eyes with me from over the top of his heavy, leather-bound menu and said, rather suggestively, “I don’t know about you, Miss Clark, but I think I’d just like to skip straight to the main course. What do you say?”
“Sure, why not,” I smiled back, my head still spinning a little from the strangeness of this whole situation.
After all, I don’t think I’d ever have pictured myself up on the roof terrace of an exclusive Manhattan hotel, dining alone with a billionaire in a million years. In fact, if I was honest, the whole scene struck me as a little … ludicrous.
And, just like that, I couldn’t help but let out a giggle. I attempted to stifle it as much as I could, but it was too late. And once I’d started laughing, I found I couldn’t stop.
Blake raised an eyebrow in curiosity, silently asking me just what was so funny, and I shook my head, trying to compose myself. But I couldn’t help my laughter.
I fixed my eyes on Jean-Luc and willed myself to be as serious as a person could possibly be. “I’ll have the salmon,” I said, grave as a funeral, and Blake nodded and said, “Same for me, too.”
“Very good, very good,” Jean-Luc cooed, a professional to his core, pretending to be totally unaware of my little hysterical turn, taking our menus, bowing gracefully, and then heading off across the darkness of the terrace, leaving us once more alone.
“Did something amuse you?” Blake asked, quizzically. A man always in control, he clearly wasn’t used to not being let in on a joke.
I shook my head, realizing how difficult it might be to explain. And anyway, it’s not like I had to tell him absolutely everything. I was allowed my secrets too, wasn’t I?
“Oh, it’s nothing,” I said, taking a strange small thrill from keeping this little detail to myself. “I just thought about something funny that happened earlier today. I guess I must be a little light-headed from being so high up.”
“So,” he continued, obviously a little phased but deciding to ignore my evasiveness, “how are you finding Gina?”
Very good, Blake.
A perfect way to turn the tables.
Do you know something perhaps?
Did she already tell you about our night together?
“You know what? Really good, actually,” I smiled back, remembering how we’d bonded, and how wrong I’d been about her in the first place. “We’re getting along pretty well. I mean, I don’t think I’ll be borrowing her clothes any time soon, but I’m definitely enjoying hanging out with her.”
“Hmm. Quite. She can be rather wild, though. Are you sure she’s not a little too much for you?”
“No,” I said, putting on my best sweet and innocent voice. If Blake wasn’t going to say quite what he meant, then neither was I. “It’s actually been pretty fun so far! Even more that I’d expected ...”
I’m just going to let you imagine what kind of ‘fun’ two girls can get up to alone together.
At this Blake nodded to himself, trying to figure out his next move in this game of conversational chess. I could tell he was frustrated by my evasiveness. He knew there was so much more to find out, but he didn’t know quite how to do it.
Part of me wanted to lead him there myself, hint at just what Gina and I had got up to that night. I knew just how much it would turn him on if I fed him a few juicy details. But not yet. I was going to make him work for it first. And I realized I was enjoying playing with him, taking control for once.
“How about you?” I replied. “How was Miami?”
“Good,” he said, once more locking eyes with me. “I had fun, too.”
Another long pause, as I imagined him lounging on the beach, surrounded by sun-kissed blondes in bikinis.
Stalemate.
The tension between us was electric now. Because we both wanted to know a lot more about what the other had got up to, but couldn’t ask.
Again I smiled sweetly and nodded.
Two can play at that game, Blake …
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As always, the food was delicious — when it first arrived it looked so small and delicate on the plate that I felt worried that I might have to secretly call for take out afterwards, but the dish was just so well-balanced and richly flavored that amazingly I felt fully satisfied afterwards.
And when Jean-Luc asked if we might like to take a look at the desert menus, we both shook our heads, our minds obviously on another kind of sweetness ...
“Shall we?” Blake asked once we were on our own once more, nodding in the direction of the hot tub.
“Lead the way,” I said.
He got up from his seat and I followed him over the dark expanse of roof terrace towards the tub, still bub
bling and steaming away, right at the roof’s edge. I noticed that there was now an ice bucket next to the tub now too, containing a bottle of Dom Perignon, with two elegant glass flutes next to it. Which meant that someone, most likely Jean-Luc, had been primed to put it there just before we arrived.
Blake again, taking control of the situation.
I paused for a moment, watching him.
It still took my breath away to see him undress. I found I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him as he pulled off his jacket, then unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his tanned, muscled frame beneath, just that small patch of hair on his chest between his well-defined pecs and washboard abs.
I realized with a jolt that I was supposed to be undressing too, pulling my hungry eyes away from his body long enough to slip out of my coat, then pull the straps of my dress down over my shoulders, feeling the cold wind whip harshly against my bare skin.
Blake meanwhile had stripped right down to his tight white briefs, the impressive bulge in them so inviting. He leant forwards, slipping them down around his muscular thighs, and when I caught a glimpse of his cock, I registered with a shiver of anticipation that he was already fully hard.
I wriggled out of my dress, eagerly unhooking my bra and then let my panties slip to the floor, finally naked as I watched the rippling muscles of Blake’s back and his perfectly toned buttocks as he climbed into the tub, catching another tantalizing glimpse of his hard cock and swollen balls, there between his legs, moments before he slipped beneath the water.
“Not so fast, Mister,” I heard myself say.
You see, I’d caught a glimpse of the discarded blindfold from our ride up here, now lying on the floor near the tub – a silky wisp of black that had given me a kinky new idea.
I bent down to pick it up, trembling with anticipation.
Blake paused, waiting to see what I did next, and when he clocked the blindfold in my hand, he pulled himself back out of the water obediently, sitting on the edge of the tub, only his legs left in the tub now, the rest of him fully on display.
As I tiptoed towards him, I felt his hungry grey eyes on my bare breasts, my nipples standing to attention from the cool night air, not to mention the spreading warmth and wetness between my legs.
I swung the blindfold suggestively as I approached.
“Now it’s my turn,” I purred, walking around behind him, running my fingertips across his broad sun-kissed back for a moment, before wrapping the blindfold across his eyes and tying it firmly in place behind his head.
I watched his thick pink lips curl into a smile. But it wasn’t just his face that told me he was enjoying this as much as me. A quick glance between his legs gave me all the information I needed. Fuck. He was so hard, his cock jutting eagerly upwards, pulsing and twitching in anticipation of whatever came next. Part of me wanted to just reach down between his legs and wrap my fingers hungrily around it, but I held back, knowing that this would be even more fun if I teased him for a little while first.
With Blake sitting there, blindfolded, on the side of the tub, just his feet and calves in the water, I took a long slow circle around the edge of the steaming, bubbling bath, keeping my eyes fixed on him, enjoying the feel of the cool wind on my skin now, safe in the knowledge that I could slip beneath the warmth of the water whenever I chose.
It felt so good to be in control, and to be able to drink him in with my eyes for as long as I wanted. Because he was perfect ... physically at least.
Finally, I took a step into the tub, gasping at just how hot it was compared to the cold night air around me. I slid myself slowly beneath the water, enjoying the delicious feel of the bubbling froth dancing on the surface around my breasts as I made my way towards Blake, still sitting so patiently on the edge of the tub, waiting for whatever came next.
And soon I was there before him, positioned between his legs, his body just inches from my own, his cock still so damn hard despite the cold night air, his tanned muscular body all mine, to play with and tease, as much or as little as my heart desired.
So I reached out and drew my finger lightly down his stubble-flecked cheek, then traced the edge of his thick, sensuous bottom lip. At my touch, his mouth opened a little and I felt his tongue brush my fingertip as he tried to suck my finger greedily into his mouth. But I quickly pulled it away, leaving him frustrated.
Next I let my touch stray down, over his taught, tanned pecs, my fingers tracing light circles around his small oval nipples. I wondered if my touch sent shivers down his spine, the way his always seemed to do whenever he played with my tender breasts.
Finally I placed both palms on his rock-hard, muscular thighs to steady myself, then lifted myself upwards out of the bubbling water just enough to plant a quick kiss on his lips, before letting my head slide down again, flicking my tongue against first one of his nipples, then the other, feeling them harden.
But I just couldn’t hold off any longer. I finally turned my attention to his thick hard cock, impressed that it had stayed so rock-solid this whole time, despite the cold air. I let myself slide back into the warm, bubbling water, using Blake’s thighs to steady myself, until my face was level with that hot, hard piece flesh standing proudly between his legs.
I traced my outstretched tongue gently up the silky smoothness of his shaft, teasing a soft groan from his lips as I let my kiss extend to his pearly pink head, feeling his thighs tense up for a moment. I bobbed my head again, taking him fully into my mouth this time, working my lips slowly up and down his shaft, feeling him swell against my tongue, so impossibly big and hard now, filling my mouth up completely.
I kept my motions slow and steady, bobbing my head, my hands placed firmly on his thighs, my body slipping in and out of the bubbling water as I worked him to boiling point, enjoying hearing his sighs and feeling his shudders, his hips bucking a little as he tried to pump himself even deeper into my mouth.
But just then I pulled away completely, letting myself float backwards in the tub, leaving him once more tense and frustrated, his manhood now so wet and shining from my kisses, his whole body tensed and expectant, his breathing fast and shallow, his sensuous lips parted, as he wondered what I might do to him next.
I stood in the water, rising to waist-height in the warm white froth, feeling the cool air tingle once more against my skin, the lights of the city sparkling around us like fairy lights as I paced sexily towards him, an even more daring idea in my head ...
Again, I could feel that brave confident girl inside me taking control, urging me forwards, stalking towards my prey like a panther.
I felt myself climbing out of the water, placing my arms tenderly around Blake’s neck to steady myself, placing my knees on the cool edge of the tub either side of him, my whole body shivering with anticipation as I stole a final quick hungry kiss from his lips, before reaching down between my legs and taking his hot hard cock in my fingers, keeping it carefully in place as I lowered myself gingerly onto him.
At first I don’t think he realized quite what was happening, but then, after a moment, perhaps when he sensed a new kind of tightness against the head of his cock, he seemed to understand ...
Because tonight I wanted to try something new: something I’d never tried before, something I wasn’t even sure if I’d be able to do, but wanting to give it a go, and wanting my very first time to be with Blake.
I could feel his throbbing hardness, so hot against that tender secret place between my buttocks, and for a moment I wondered if I just wouldn’t be able to fit him inside me that way. But I tried my hardest to relax, gently pushing down on him a little further, feeling his tongue slip into my mouth and my breasts grazing his chest, my arms clasped tight around his neck.
There was a final shivering pause, and then I felt him slip up inside me, stretching me so damn wide I gasped and shuddered. I kissed him hard, whimpering, not sure if I could fit any more than that first inch of him inside myself, but then I felt his hands move to my ass, spreading me wider, coaxing m
e down further, and very gently he bucked his hips, pushing another hot hard inch of himself inside me.
This time, I flat-out moaned. I’d never dreamed in a million years I’d do something like this before; something so kinky, so naughty. I could feel my clit throbbing like crazy, crying out for me to touch it, but there was something kind of delicious about holding off just a moment longer, until the urge became unbearable.
With a soft grunt, Blake pushed himself even further inside me, and I kissed him hard and hungrily in reply, feeling him slip back out a little ways, then slide back inside me once again. And just like that he began to take me, slowly and tenderly, holding me firmly in place, his hot hands cupping my buttocks, spreading me wide, his thick manhood plunging in and out of me.
Finally I could take it no more. As Blake fucked my ass, I reached down between my legs, touching the hot wet lips of my pussy, slipping two fingers easily inside myself, then letting my touch move further upwards, finding my clit so damned hard and swollen that I only had to work it a couple of times in urgent circles before I could feel my orgasm approach. And right there and then, I realized I wanted nothing more than to come with Blake’s cock deep inside me in this new way.
“Oh Blake,” I gasped, almost unable to form the words, “I’m so close ...”
I reached up to his face, yanking off the blindfold, wanting to look straight into his eyes as I came. And as soon as I’d removed the cloth, sure enough his gaze met mine, his grey eyes so impossibly intense, locking onto my own.
With a final whimper and shudder, I felt my orgasm hit: so powerful it knocked the breath out of me, my whole body shuddering hard, my trembling fingers still working my clit, Blake’s cock buried deep in my ass, his hot hands on my buttocks, holding me in place as he drove himself as deep as he could inside me.
He came too, just a moment later, thrusting his tongue hard into my mouth, his muscular body tensing as he pumped his warm wetness inside me, both of us gasping for breath, Blake gently lifting us off the rim of the tub, then letting us slip down, finally, beneath the steaming bubbling water, the sensation of this new heat against my skin flashing like fire.
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