Love at Blind Date Complete Series: Books 1-4

by Lorelei M. Hart

  Except he was for me.

  And now that my brain caught up with the rest of me, I needed a taste.

  “I’ll race you there.” His playfulness had me chasing after him and tackle-hugging him so that we both landed on the bed, my lips crashing into his.

  We kissed, tongues dancing, teeth nibbling, our hands wandering until I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed more. So much more.

  “Too much clothing,” I panted as we caught our breath, my cock so painfully hard, trapped in my jeans begging to come out. It wasn’t time yet. I couldn’t let it loose or I would come before I even got my lips around him.

  “I can fix that,” he nipped my bottom lip and reached for my shirt.

  “Oh alpha, you misunderstood my words. I have the perfect amount of clothing on. It’s you who needs to be naked. Should I help or do you want to let me watch—maybe give me a little show before my knees hit the floor and you fuck my mouth.” Whoa...where did my dirty mouth come from? Someplace great because he slid out from under me and slowly worked his shirt up and over his head..at quick glance it looked so similar to mine that I let my mind wander down the path that he was in my clothing. Damn, that was hot.

  It hit the ground.

  Then he toed off his shoes and socks, an act that shouldn’t be considered very sexy and yet, while he was doing it—so very much so.

  Then his hand went to his button, the bulge in his pants causing my mouth to water.

  “Do you like this, omega? Do you like me unwrapping myself for you?” Heck yeah I did.

  “I need to see a bit more, so I can make an accurate assessment.”

  Next he undid the zipper, so slowly I almost whimpered.

  “Change of plans,” I pushed myself off the bed and closed the distance between us, pushing his pants and underwear down in one swift motion. Next time I would take the time to examine how he filled them out. Did he wear boxers or briefs or possibly boxer briefs? There just wasn’t time for that. I needed him in my mouth and now. “This is better. Step out and lean your back against the wall. I plan to make your knees give out.”

  He took the step back, giving me time to take in his entire body from head to toe, lingering in the middle where his cock now stood out all proud, the tip glistening.

  “You keep looking at me like that and I won’t last long.” His breath hitched, and I dropped to my knees, nestling my face in his curls, wondering how best to please him.

  My tongue darted out, licking him from root to tip, where I gathered up the pre-cum with my tongue. “So fucking good.” I made sure to look up at him so he could see the pleasure on my face. “I can’t wait to taste it when you come in my mouth.” He let out a groan, his hands opening and closing by his side.

  “You want to touch me.” It wasn’t a question. “You’ll have to wait.” I took him in my mouth, swallowing as he reached the back of my throat and then sucking deeply as I traveled up and off of him with a pop.

  “Please,” he begged.

  “Do you want to fuck my pretty mouth?” I made another trip, cutting off his ability to speak. He was perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect.

  “Yes,” he answered as I stared up at him after letting him out of my mouth. He liked that. He liked that a lot.

  “I want that too,” I confessed and took him back in my mouth as I played with his balls. This time I didn’t let him out of my mouth between trips, instead swirling my tongue around the tip and going back down for another swallow. It only took two swallows before his hand was on my head and three more after that before he took control of my speed, his fingers intertwined with my hair, his hips bucking, his balls tightening.

  Bliss.

  Complete. Unadulterated Bliss.

  His speed increased with each motion, and it was all I could do not to let myself out so I could come too, but this wasn’t about me. This was about making him come so hard he still thought about it in the morning—fuck—thought about it in twenty years. And when he finally did explode, my name cried out from his lips, I greedily swallowed every bit he had to offer.

  “Best. Blowjob. Ever.”

  Yes. Yes, it was.

  115

  Ethan

  We both collapsed onto the mattress, and when my breathing returned to normal, I glanced at the man beside me. Light from the bedside lamp bathed Keith’s sweat-soaked skin in dappled light. One arm was resting across his face as his chest heaved and he sucked air in through his teeth. Giving me a blow job had taken a lot out of him. I should give him a medal. Best I ever had.

  I was tempted to take off his clothes to lick him from head to toe, and I tensed as I imagined my taste buds tingling as I lapped at him and that intoxicating scent overwhelmed me so my head spun. “I’ve got a better idea.”

  “What?” Keith’s voice was thick with emotion.

  Shit! I said that out loud. “Trust me?” I held out one hand.

  “This isn’t something kinky, is it?” He lifted his head. “You don’t have a blow-up omega doll hidden in the closet?” He shrugged. “Though I’d be into it if you were.”

  I filed that information away for next time—hoping there’d be one. “Shower.”

  He sniffed under his arm. “Do I stink?”

  “Don’t know and don’t care. You gave me a blow job, and now I’m going to do something for you.”

  “What’s that?” he asked, his voice little more than a squeak.

  “You need a through fucking.”

  He sat up. “I do?”

  “But come to think of it, you are a dirty birdie. You're covered in sweat and my cum.”

  Keith lowered his chin and gazed at me through a fringe of long dark lashes. “Are you sure?” He shoved a finger under his tee and trailed it over his chest before holding it up to the light where the sweat glistened in the yellowing light.

  I gulped. He was killing me, and my dick was begging to be inside him. “Yeah,” I gasped.

  Sliding that same finger in his mouth and sucking it, ever so slowly, agonizingly slowly until the agony of desire had me wincing. “I think you’re mistaken,” he whispered.

  He undid the bottom of his jeans and circled his belly button with another finger and lapped the tip. “Nope.” Ragged breath whistled up my throat, and I grunted. This omega had reduced me to a cave man who’d lost the power of speech.

  I blinked sweat from my eyes and my legs had turned to jelly as Keith ran that same damned finger over the huge ridge in his pants. Enough! I leaned over and grabbed his hand.

  “Holy shit!” He leveled a glowering look in my direction, but it only fueled my desire.

  “Still waiting, if you’re willing.”

  “Can’t.”

  The walls closed in around me, thinking I’d said the wrong thing or he’d changed his mind.

  “I spy with my little eye, an omega who just gave an alpha a blow job and who’s…” He paused, “still wearing clothes.”

  “Not for long.”

  Without saying a word, he placed his hand in mine, and I led him to the shower. Though the house was turn-of-the-century, Gran had updated the bathroom, for which I was grateful.

  Holding Keith at arm’s length, I turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. And then I stood under the stream. “Join me.”

  He showed no hesitation in walking under the water and into my arms. “You’re wet,” he said as I placed one hand at the back of his neck and the other on his butt.

  “And if I strip off these clothes, will your ass be wet? Will it be blanketed in slick?” I placed my mouth on the soft part of his ear and nibbled. A tremor rippled through his body. “I hope so, because I need you dripping when I shove my cock inside you.”

  His eyes narrowed to half-mast. “Me thinks you’re all talk and no action because I’m still not naked, professor.”

  That last word had me tugging at his T-shirt, and when I pulled it off, I flung it on the wet tiles.

  Keith wrapped his fingers around my dick, and I whimpered. �
�Got a long way to go, professor.”

  I got to my knees and stripped the wet chinos off. The bulge in his boxers was now at eye level, and it was taunting me. I licked over the drenched fabric that stuck to the shaft like a second skin, and Keith’s ass hit the tiled shower wall. He arched his back and yelled, “Take them off, Ethan.”

  The underwear landed in the corner, scrunched up in a ball, and I stood up and twisted him around. “First time, like this. Second time, I want to see you.” I rained kisses over his shoulders, and he moaned as I reached out and turned off the water.

  He rested his arms on the wall and lay his head on them. With his ass pushed out, I stroked the wet cheeks covered in droplets of warm water. My eyes feasted on the view, and I spread his cheeks wide. When I prodded his hole, it was saturated in warm slippery slick which was trickling over his thighs.

  A rising tide of emotions caught hold of me as I aligned the tip of my arousal with his tight puckered hole. I wanted to shove it all the way into his channel and claim that beautiful ass, but instead I eased the tip in and paused.

  We both gasped, and he twisted his head over his shoulder and mumbled, “Don’t stop there.”

  I’d dreamed of being inside him since that first day, and as the head of my dick lay buried in him, it didn’t disappoint. It was better than I’d imagined. His warmth and tightness and the scent of anticipation that hung over us had me digging my fingers into his flesh.

  I pushed in farther until I was burrowed in his depths. Keith squeezed around my length which stoked a fire in my belly. Flames of desire licked at every part of me as I pulled out and plunged back in. “You’re so freakin tight and wet,” I panted.

  “You don’t have to be gentle, Ethan. I want it hard,” he begged. “Make me feel everything. I need to be filled.”

  His words whipped up the fire that was clawing at my insides, and with both hands grasping the soft flesh on his hips, I pushed in and out. Slow and fast. Fast and slow.

  The tantalizing slap of my wet body against his sent ripples of pleasure surging through my veins. I couldn’t take it any longer. Not seeing his face. I pulled out and he cried out, his knees sagging against the tiles. “What? No?”

  I picked him up and carried him to the vanity unit. “This is better.” I brushed my thumb over his cheek. “Lift up your legs and lean back on the wall.” As Keith wriggled into position and parted his knees, I gazed at his hole, wet and waiting for me.

  “Hurry, Ethan. I need your cock in me. I want it…”

  But he didn’t finish the sentence. I didn’t let him as I slammed into him, up to the hilt. His mouth opened in a huge ‘Ohhhh,” as I penetrated him again.

  “Yes,” he yelled, and we both dropped our gaze as my cock thrust into his hole. In and out. Water from the shower, sweat, and slick mingled as we grunted, and as I pounded inside him, he arched his back.

  Keith tossed his head from side to side while he moaned and panted and drool slid from his mouth. The concentration of powerful aromas made it harder to breathe as air rushed in and out of my lungs, mirroring my cock as it possessed Keith’s ass.

  Together. And with our bodies fused, his breath quickened and his body trembled and the shaking became spasms. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” he yelled as I slid close to unconsciousness. The world consisted of Keith and me. I forced my eyes open and focused on his beautiful face,.and when my body convulsed, I released.

  My cock swelled and the knot filled him, and Keith screamed one last time, “Ethan,” and sprayed cum over both of us.

  In my head I said, “You are mine,” but I chewed my bottom lip and resisted the urge to tell him and the neighbors.

  116

  Keith

  I went from daydreaming about getting naked with my naked professor as I got dressed from my shower to my world collapsing in one fucking instant.

  The crash from the living room had me barrelling out there, my jeans only half on to find my grandfather on the floor.

  “Grandpa,” I cried out. He just lay there.

  I was at his side in a second, and the rest was a blur, until the PT showed up for their scheduled appointment and somehow put everything back together, but not really. He still looked horrible, but at least he was talking and not lying there looking like he had—I couldn’t even think about that. It was too much.

  “You need to drink this,” Tyler from the first day said, handing me a glass of water.

  “When did you get here?” I asked, still in a haze.

  “Just now. I was called to check on your grandfather, but it looks like you need checking on too.”

  “He fell. I was getting dressed and he fell and he was so still—so very still.” Tears began to flow from my eyes. “If I had taken a faster shower or waited until after he went to bed.” The near stranger’s arms wrapped around me.

  “It’s not your fault. It looks—it looks like it was his blood sugar which is a side effect of his one medication. I have a call into the doctor, and we’ll figure this out.”

  “I was so scared.” That didn’t even come close to being a strong enough word, but it would have to do.

  “I can’t imagine. But we’ll make sure he is fine before we leave. We won’t leave you alone until we are sure. I promise.” And I believed his words, drying the last of my tears.

  “Let’s figure this out,” Tyler said, leading me to the kitchen table.

  We spent the next eight hours dealing with doctor’s visits, labs, X-rays, and creating a new protocol for Grandpa’s care. The good news was that he didn’t injure his hip. The bad news was that he had an internal infection that had gone untreated and eventually caused his blood sugar to go bonkers, my description, not theirs. They gave him IV antibiotics and wanted him to stay overnight in the hospital, but somehow Grandpa convinced them to let him go home.

  It wasn’t ideal. None of this was fucking ideal, but he was sleeping peacefully and we had a plan in place.

  I called Jason and gave him an update, letting him know I wasn’t sure what the setback would mean about my return, and Jason, being Jason, reassured me it was fine and everything was under control. He then distracted me with poop explosion stories, and honestly they were hilarious, but mostly because they weren’t my baby.

  I was so done. I needed to sleep for a decade, but I knew sleep wouldn’t be deep, if at all. A few times I thought to message Ethan. We’d had a good time. No, a great time. But I’d been so forceful about not being interested in more, and then when I realized I did want more—consequences be damned—I opted to blow him instead of talking it out. And a day later, crickets. So maybe I ruined that too.

  Nothing else was going well in my life. My grandpa was slipping away from me before my eyes and I didn’t even fucking notice. I was only holding onto my job by the sheer kindness of my boss. And I fucked up a possibly great thing. The trifecta of suckage.

  I slipped off my jeans and climbed into bed wishing I had one of those baby monitors they use to hear into the next room. Grandpa swore to me he wouldn’t get out of bed, and I even picked up a bell from the pharmacy who had an entire selection of them for some odd reason for him to ring if he needed me.

  We would need to upgrade that to one of those I’ve fallen and I need help! systems, but that would have to wait. Everything would. It was late and I just needed to escape to my dreams.

  I closed my eyes and willed myself to sleep, and it eventually came.

  I should’ve been more specific about what kinds of dreams I had wanted to escape into, because my stupid brain flung me into nightmare after nightmare.

  117

  Ethan

  “Gran, I need a break from building today.” I tucked the phone under my ear as I made coffee. No store-bought Americano for me this morning.

  “Uh huh,” my grandmother replied. She sounded distracted which was good.

  “I need to work on my writing.”

  “Sure. You do that.”

  I imagined her smirking with one eye closed as she
nodded. But I ignored her knowing tone. I wasn’t about to tell her Keith and I slept together when I had no clue what was going on myself. Kissing and telling wasn’t my style and wasn’t fair to him—or me. “See you tomorrow.”

  “Have fun,” she said.

  I typed out a message to Keith saying how much I’d enjoyed our night together and I’d call him when I was done with work. After feeding Floyd, I put the coffee on my desk.

  Ideas were bubbling inside me, and as the words flowed, my fingers flew over the keyboard. I vaguely recalled getting water and making a sandwich at some point, but by the time the last word was on the screen and I’d printed the pages, it was nine o’clock.

  “How?” I shook my watch and peered at the computer screen and then my phone. They couldn’t all be wrong. It really was nine in the evening and Keith hadn’t replied. It was then I discovered, I’d been so preoccupied earlier, I hadn’t sent the message. Damn!

  Mr. Jenson was probably asleep and perhaps Keith too if he’d had a rough day. I hesitated with the phone in my hand as I deleted the original message and typed, Sorry didn’t realize how late it was. Been writing all day. Last night was perfect. No, beyond perfect. Talk tomorrow.

  When he hadn’t replied after ten minutes, I took a shower, made myself some cup noodles, and crawled into bed. Hope he’s not pissed at me.

  The following day I skipped writing and exercise and started work on the patio as soon as it was light. Still nothing from Keith, but there was no movement in Mr. Jenson’s house, so I assumed they were both still asleep.

  Trying to concentrate on measuring and making sure everything was level was hard enough, but my mind was on Keith and wondering why he hadn’t called or replied to my text. Mid-morning when I was on the ladder with a hammer in one hand, the phone beeped.