by Grace James
His arms locked around me then and he was hugging me tightly, fiercely, his face buried in my hair as he inhaled deeply, like he was pulling my scent deep inside.
For a few minutes, we just stood there in silence, holding each other, until I pulled back a little to look up at him. “I just…I really didn’t think anyone would give a crap about me, is all. I mean, Hayley had a freaking nip-slip at the AMAs and she didn’t even get this much coverage.”
He let out a dark chuckle. “That’s ‘cause Hayley’s not dating me.”
I snorted, but had to admit to myself that he was probably right on the money. The others didn’t get nearly as much media attention as Blake.
“Look,” he continued, his voice gentler, “whatever those people are saying doesn’t matter. I know it’s weird at first – but you’re never gonna meet them. They’re nothing unless you make them into something. You get what I’m saying? Who cares what Katie from fucking Denver says? Who gives a single fuck what any of them say?”
I didn’t want to admit it, but I kind of did. “Someone said I look like a stick insect wearing drag,” I told him. The words came out petulant, and I wanted to slap myself.
He tried to hide a smile. “Then I guess that’s what I’m into.”
“People are saying about how I have no boobs,” I mumbled. I hated that my insecurities were pouring out this way, but I couldn’t help it.
“Princess, you know I think your tits are incredible.” Blake cupped my breasts through his shirt that I was wearing, rubbing his thumbs over my nipples. Instantly, they formed hard peaks. “See? Responsive and ripe as fuck.” He leant down and grazed his teeth over my right nipple through the cloth, making me gasp.
Okay, I was feeling a little better, but… “I’m gangly…”
He straightened up and looked me in the eye. “No, you’re delicate. Next?”
My lips crept into a smile. It was almost worth feeling insecure to hear his compliments. “I’m too tall?”
He tucked me against his chest. He had to lower his chin slightly to rest it on the top of my head. “Bullshit. You fit right here.” His hands stroked up and down my back soothingly for a few moments before they skimmed lower and pushed my shirt up so that he could palm two handfuls of my naked backside. “And this ass? I could play with it all damn day.”
I snuggled closer, listening to his steady heartbeat, letting it soothe me. He kept caressing my ass cheeks, squeezing and stroking them so lovingly it made me giggle.
“What?” he asked.
I grinned up at him. “I feel like you’re cheating on me with my ass.”
He let out a low laugh. “That’s probably ‘cause me and your ass have an understanding.”
“Oh, you do?”
“We do.”
“And what’s that?”
He just smirked and gave me a final squeeze before his hands dropped away. “I should call Aiden. I turned my phone off last night so he’s probably having a shit fit by now.”
I followed him into the bedroom where he retrieved his cell from the nightstand. Almost as soon as it flashed to life, it started chiming and buzzing.
“Um…your ex was posting stuff too,” I told him hesitantly.
He scowled. “Don’t call her that. And it figures she couldn’t keep out of it.” He looked down at his phone and tapped at the screen with his thumb a few times. “Fucking media whore,” he muttered, and I assumed he was reading Eva’s tweets or status updates or whatever.
I crossed my arms over my chest, missing his warm reassurance. “I thought you said it doesn’t matter what people say?”
He looked back at me and paused for a moment before he grumbled, “It doesn’t – she just pisses me the fuck off.” He walked back over to me and slipped a hand around my waist, dropping a kiss to my forehead. “Why don’t you go take a bath? I’ll order us some room service and then I gotta make some calls, okay?”
“Okay.”
47
The bathroom was calming with muted, coffee colored walls and marble flooring. I took a soak in the enormous tub, and Blake brought me coffee and buttery croissants while I was in there, which I devoured. Then I floated around for a bit – yes, it was that big – before washing my hair and then turning on the jets and trying out the ‘hydrotherapy massage’ setting.
While I was lounging in the bubbles, I started to put the whole media circus thing into perspective.
Like Blake said, it really didn’t matter what a bunch of people I’d never met thought about me. And another thing: why had I even read any of it in the first place? I guess I’d done it because when it’s your face all over the internet, it’s almost impossible not to…but next time? No way.
When I walked back into the main room of the suite – wearing one of the thick, fluffy robes I had found in the bathroom – Blake was slouched on the couch with his ear glued to his cell, looking like he’d lost the will to live. When he saw me, he cocked his head towards the phone and rolled his eyes.
“Still Aiden?” I whispered.
He nodded and held up my phone with his other hand, which had been resting on his leg. ‘Dad’ was flashing on the screen. “He’s called over and over,” Blake told me quietly. “So has Mel.”
I’ll just BET they have.
I took the phone from him as his attention slid back to his own call, “No, man, not you, just talking to Amy . . . Yeah. . .”
I sat down on the couch next to him and looked at my phone as he talked to his manager, scrolling through the missed calls and texts that I hadn’t gotten to earlier and generally putting off calling anyone back.
I may have chilled out a little, but I wasn’t ready for their questions yet – or their judgement.
Then something in Blake’s voice made me pay attention. “Just keep her name out of it . . . Just say ‘no comment’ . . .” He listened for a few seconds, looking annoyed, before he ordered, “Then tell them whatever the fuck you want, man, but you don’t give her name, understood?” His voice rang with authority when he said that last part, and I wished I could hear Aiden’s side of the conversation. Whatever he said must have been in the affirmative, though, because then Blake said, “Good. Alright.” He glanced at me and his voice dropped, “She doesn’t want the attention. Just keep her anonymous while you can, okay?”
“Thank you,” I murmured.
He took my hand and grazed a kiss over the back of my knuckles – You’re welcome.
A few minutes later, when the call ended, he dropped his head back on the couch and let out a long groan.
“Everything okay?” I asked.
“Yeah, just the usual bullshit. The cops might come talk to me later –”
“What?! Why?”
He lifted his head up to look at me, apparently surprised by my concern. “‘Cause there’s photographic evidence of me assaulting Danny.”
I started to panic. “You didn’t assault him!”
He snorted wryly. “Technically, I did. But don’t worry, it’s not like he’s gonna press charges. The cops probably just want it to look like they’re taking it seriously ‘cause the pictures are everywhere. It’s nothing.” He rubbed his thumb over the back of my hand before he continued with a cocky grin, “Relax, Princess, this ain’t my first rodeo.”
“Yeah, I heard.”
He cocked his head to the side slightly. “What did you hear?”
“That you broke some guy’s nose the night you saw the pictures of me and Finn together.” I cocked my head to the side, too, imitating him as I pretended to berate him. “Did you forget to tell me that part?”
“…not exactly.”
“No?”
“I was trying get you back at the time, so…” He trailed off and shrugged.
I poked him in the chest playfully. “You shouldn’t withhold information like that. I deserve to know if I’m dating an ex-con.”
He laughed. “It was one night in a cell! And the dude deserved to get knocked the fuck out, believe me.
”
“What did he do?”
“He was getting too handsy with this girl in a club so I stepped in and told him to back off. He didn’t like it and started running his mouth, talking shit about me and the band – I probably should’ve just said ‘fuck you’ and walked away but I was drunk and not in a good place, so I just snapped.”
“Oh.”
“See? Not that bad.”
“Except from the part where you knocked him out?”
“Yeah, except for that.”
I rolled my eyes and shook my head at him.
“Anyway,” he started, changing the subject, “Aiden’s gonna release a statement in the next couple hours. That’s what we were talking about. People are gonna wanna know who you are.”
“But you told him not to give my name?”
“I did – but they’ll get it eventually. You’ve maybe got a couple weeks as my anonymous girlfriend before someone we know talks, or the press dig and find out for themselves. Think you can deal with that?”
I have to be honest, everything he said after ‘girlfriend’ seemed totally unimportant right then.
I must have been smiling like an idiot because he said, “What’s that face for?”
I bit my lip, suddenly feeling bashful, like I was in high school and the star of the football team just asked me to Prom.
He grinned. “What?”
“Girlfriend? You’ve never said that before. Is that what I am?”
His grin got wider, cockier. “Damn fucking straight you are.”
“I don’t get a say in that?” I teased.
“No.” He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me onto his lap, so that I was straddling him. He tugged at my robe and it fell open; he pushed it from my shoulders and I let it fall from my arms. Blake’s gaze trailed over my breasts and stomach, then lower…he cupped my sex gently, brushing the tips of his fingers lightly over my folds. “This? You? You’re all mine. Every fucking inch of you.”
I didn’t care that he sounded possessive – in fact, I kind of loved that he sounded possessive.
He lifted his hand to his mouth and wet down his first two fingers before putting his hand back between my legs and rubbing me a little more insistently, exploring me with his slick fingers. I gripped his shoulders as an achy tingle sparked to life under his touch.
He wrapped his other hand around the nape of my neck and pulled my lips to his, kissing me deeply and sensuously. He kept teasing me, rubbing me, sliding his fingers all over me – but never slipping them inside me.
But that was okay, I didn’t want him to.
I was wet and ready…but I wanted something else inside me much more.
His erection was starting to strain against his sweats, hot and so hard. I pulled the fabric down a little way and curled my hand around his velvety shaft; I pumped him slowly one, two, three times before I swiped my thumb over the tip, smearing the pre-cum all over his crown.
“Unnh,” he moaned into my mouth.
God, that noise made me suddenly drenched.
I needed him inside me.
I gripped his cock again and lifted my hips up, so that his thick head was lined up with my opening.
He broke this kiss abruptly and looked down, at where our bodies were almost joined. Only his hand, still working me over, formed a barrier.
“Move your hand,” I murmured.
He didn’t. I knew he wouldn’t. He kept up what he was doing. In fact, he stepped it up, making me gasp and my inner muscles clench.
But I didn’t want to come like that.
Keeping one hand wrapped around his cock, still stroking him, I took hold of his wrist with my other. “Stop, Blake, not like this.”
His eyes searched mine as he let me pull his hand away; I threaded my fingers through his and pushed his hand just behind his head, pressing it into the back of the couch.
He could have stopped me so easily if he’d wanted to – but he didn’t.
I saw the muscles in his throat work as he swallowed. His other hand tightened on the back of my neck, but he made no move to pull me towards him again – he just watched me.
“Is this okay?” I whispered, rubbing the head of his cock over my folds. Our juices mingled, coating us both.
“…yeah,” he said hoarsely as his shaft swelled and throbbed in my hand.
I got even wetter in response.
I eased him inside of me, just a couple of inches, before I let go and moved my hand up to pull his other hand from my neck. I threaded my fingers through his again, and then pressed the back of that hand into the couch behind his head, too.
He let me, but I knew it didn’t come naturally for him. I could see that in the planes of his face and the hard lines of his body. This wasn’t what he was used to.
Good. I don’t want to be what he’s used to.
And seeing him like that – this big, muscular, tatted up man – letting me have my way with him…well, I almost came right then.
I moaned as I started to bob up and down on the end of his shaft. I gradually took him deeper, an inch at a time, sliding up and down until I had him almost all the way in on every downward stroke.
The deeper I took him, the tighter his grip got on my hands.
He was frowning, his jaw clenched tight, his eyes fixed intently on where his cock disappeared inside of me.
When I took him half way inside and swirled my hips around, he bit out a gruff, “Fuck!”
So I did it some more.
I would glide all the way up his shaft, so that just the tip was inside of me, and then corkscrew my hips as I sank back down on him all the way.
Blake’s eyes squeezed shut and he groaned.
The next time I did it, his hips bucked under me, driving him deeper.
I stopped dead.
His eyes flickered open and met mine; they were almost feverish.
“It’s my turn,” I said softly. “Stay still.”
“Can’t,” he gritted out through clenched teeth.
“Try? For me?” I asked playfully – then slooowly sank back down on him all the way. I was torturing myself as much as I was torturing him, but he was so hard, so swollen inside me that it was the most delicious pain I had ever felt.
His body locked. His thighs were like rocks underneath mine as I raised and lowered myself on his cock over and over again. His fingers squeezed around mine even tighter as he grunted.
But he didn’t move again.
I knew that it was taking every bit of restraint he had, but that only turned me on even more.
I angled my hips just right and drove myself down on him, faster now, chasing the wave that was building inside. My legs started to tremble as the thick ridge of his cock hit the sensitive flesh inside of me over and over and over –
“Oh my – ohhhh, God –” I let out a long moan as I shattered around him, dropping my head against his chest as aftershocks wracked my body.
After a few long seconds, I used the hold I still had on his hands to push myself up. He was still deep inside me, hard as an iron rod, but his face held a note of tenderness. “Okay, baby?” he asked.
I nodded. “You didn’t come yet.” I started to move on him again, slowly, stoking the delicious ache that still throbbed inside of me.
His eyelids flickered and he let out a low groan. “…not yet.”
I kissed him soft and slow, my tongue caressing his. He kissed me back, deeply, passionately, until I pulled back. “How do you need me?” I asked.
“Need to touch you –”
Immediately, I let go of his hands and put my arms around his neck instead. He grabbed my waist and guided my next few strokes before he moved his hands up to my breasts and started to squeeze and caress them.
“Mmm…what else?” I asked.
“Need to fuck you.”
“You already are –”
“No.” His lowered his hands back to my hips, holding me still as he bucked under me, driving his shaft up into me. “I
need to fuck you –”
“Ohhh, okay…what – what else?”
“This.” He moved his head forwards and took my nipple in his mouth, sucking it and flicking it with his tongue.
I moaned as the sensation zinged through my body to gather in my core. Already my slick walls were fluttering around him again, building towards another orgasm.
Suddenly, he flipped me. His cock never even came out of me, but I ended up on my back on the couch with him on top of me. Mirroring my earlier actions, he took my hands and raised them up over my head, caging my wrists with one powerful hand. His other hand grabbed my left leg and threw it up to rest in the crook of his elbow.
Then he was plowing into me, driving himself balls deep into me again and again. His pace was furious. Dominating.
“Look at me,” he ordered, and it was only then that I realized my eyes had closed in pleasure. I opened them and saw that his were blazing. Intense. And so focused on me, like I was it – all there was.
That pushed me right to the cusp of my orgasm.
His cock started pulsing wildly inside of me a fraction of a second before I came apart completely. His face contorted and he threw his head back as he roared. It was so animalistic and primal that it finished me.
I felt like I imploded.
Like I burst into tiny fragments of infinite pleasure…
Afterwards, we lay on the couch together, sweaty and sated. I was curled against him, encased in his arms, listening to his heart beat.
“Thank you,” I murmured, after a while.
“What for?”
“For letting me take charge.”
He kissed my hair. “Hot as fuck.”
“But you didn’t…finish until we switched positions…”
He didn’t speak for a little while, maybe he was thinking, but eventually he said, “Don’t like not being in control.”
I lifted my head to look up at him, suddenly concerned, “We didn’t have to –”
“Hey, I already said it was hot as fuck, didn’t I?”
“Yeah, but –”
“I just meant that I’ve never done that before. Every other time, it’s been on my terms or not at all.”
