by Dee Florence
JUST A LITTLE FLING
Dee Florence
Copyright © 2020 Dee Florence
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
One CATE
Two CATE
Three CATE
Four BLAKE
Five CATE
Six BLAKE
Seven CATE
Eight BLAKE
Nine CATE
Ten BLAKE
Eleven CATE
Twelve CATE
Thirteen BLAKE
Fourteen CATE
Fifteen BLAKE
Sixteen BLAKE
Seventeen CATE
Eighteen BLAKE
Nineteen CATE
Twenty CATE
Twenty-One BLAKE
Twenty-Two CATE
Twenty-Three CATE
Twenty-Four BLAKE
Twenty-Five CATE
Twenty-Six CATE
Twenty-Seven BLAKE
Twenty-Eight BLAKE
Twenty-Nine CATE
Thirty BLAKE
Thirty-One BLAKE
Thirty-Two CATE
Thirty-Three BLAKE
Thirty-Four CATE
Thirty-Five BLAKE
Thirty-Six BLAKE
Thirty-Seven BLAKE
Thirty-Eight CATE
Thirty-Nine BLAKE
Forty BLAKE
Forty-One CATE
Forty-Two BLAKE
Forty-Three CATE
Epilogue BLAKE
To Mrs P.
Thanks for being the best English teacher a girl could wish for.
For all the awkward girls still looking for where they fit.
Don’t settle, your time is coming.
ONE
CATE
“Boxers or Briefs?” He says, with a smirk.
“Er, what?” I blush.
“I said, ‘boxers or briefs’. Which do you prefer?”
“I-I really don’t know? Why are you asking me this?” It’s a weird conversation starter, even if we are at a party. I don’t even know his name.
“I wanted to know your preference. You seem like the kind of girl who has preferences.” His smirk doesn’t leave his face.
“Oh. Um.” I blush again and look at my shoes. They’re cute—my shoes, I mean—they’re low cut canvas sneakers that are covered in mint green glitter, with mint coloured ribbons for laces. I put together a cute outfit tonight, but I still feel out of place.
These people are all so sure of themselves. They’re outgoing and a bit rowdy. That’s not a bad thing. It’s just not me. But I’m here and I’m trying new things. I can do this.
You’ve got this Cate! Roar! Or something like that? I’m so bad at this.
“Boxer briefs, I guess?”
He throws his head back and laughs, like I told the funniest joke he’s ever heard. His short, sandy blond hair glints under the minimal lighting.
Am I that bad at this?
I know it’s been a while since I chatted with a guy that wasn’t a work colleague, but he’s kind of hot and I can’t stop with the awkwardness and the blushing. Why is he laughing?
Why did I come here?
“Adding a third option.” He nods, still chuckling. “I like that! Want a refill? I’m Blake, by the way.” He pops the cap on a beer for himself and points to my wine glass.
“Yes, to the refill please and I’m Cate. Cate, with a C. My friend Lottie—well, Charlotte, but Lottie to us—brought me here. That’s why I’m here tonight. I mean.”
Oh God, Cate. Stop talking. Please. Save us both.
He raises an eyebrow, “Cool, cool. I’m friends with Matt. The super tall guy, in the hoody, by the window.”
I nod like I recognise Matt, when I have no idea who anyone, except Lottie, is.
Lottie knows everyone though. She’s the outgoing one. The one who needs 3 hours to shop for ‘just one quick thing’ because she stops and chats to a million people that she just happened to run into on the way.
I, however, can get in and get out without saying anything other than ‘thank you’ to the sales assistant and I’m on my way.
“So, Cate with a C, aside from your love of Calvin Kleins...”
I breathe in too quickly in response and nearly spit out my drink. Stay classy, Cate!
“What else are you into?”
He’s standing quite close to me now. The music is loud and he’s so much taller than me, that he’s crowding me in. We’re in the kitchen and I’m leaning against the island. He says those words with such a cheeky grin that I have a feeling he doesn’t mean my knitting habit.
“I, er, I don’t know?” He smells so good that it’s making me stupid. Why can’t I think of anything to say? The look on his face suggests that my lack of conversation skills is no issue to him.
He’s so sure of himself, cocky even. He should annoy me. But mostly, I’m just confused that this is happening right now.
He leans in even further, so that his beard scruff rubs my cheek, as he whispers in my ear, “Oh I think you do, sweetness,” and he blows a breath of hot air right behind my ear. I should be infuriated and be pulling away, but he’s got me more than a little intrigued and a lot turned on.
I’m not the girl that attracts the suggestive, flirty guys at parties. I’m the girl that stands by the fridge until it’s a socially acceptable time to go home.
I’m a wallflower more than anything. In this moment, I decide to do something so out of character for me, that I need to lean back into the island to make sure I’m still standing upright.
I tip my head up and whisper back, “If I do, why don’t you show me what that is?”
He pulls back and his eyes light up. Biting that delicious looking lip while he seems to contemplate what to do next. He takes my drink from my hand and places it on the island behind me. He grabs me by the hips and pulls me flush against him.
Holy moly this guy is built! Also: Cate, don’t think about what’s pressed up against your stomach right now. Hoo boy!
He leans down and brushes a light kiss to my lips. I was expecting him to be more forceful. But it’s soft little kisses and nips. His tongue barely peeking out and touching the seam of my mouth.
Oh, this is nice! He’s sweet even.
I part my lips a little and it’s like a switch has flicked.
Permission given.
He’s using my mouth like I’m his oxygen and he needs this kiss to live. I need to lean into this. So I drag my hands up his chest, around his neck and into his hair. He groans in response.
He nips at my jaw, my neck. I’ve never been kissed like this. Like I’m wanted. Needed even. He pushes us back against the island and comes up for air. We’re both taking deep breaths like we forgot how to breathe. He smiles down at me. His eyes are dark.
“That was better than I thought it would be. I knew you’d be good at that.”
I bite my lip.
How did he know? Because I’m not sure that I knew.
But I don’t want it to stop. So, I find my inner bold girl and grab him by the back of the neck and pull his lips to mine. To start it all over again. His ha
nds are everywhere this time. Like he can’t get enough. Like he needs to map my body.
I’m glad for the dim lighting and that no one really comes into the kitchen. Not that I think I’d notice. I’m so wrapped up in him the light bulb could explode above our heads and I don’t think I’d even feel it.
He pulls back again. “Want to take this somewhere more private, beautiful?”
I almost look around to see who he’s calling beautiful, but I’ve decided that clumsy Cate is taking the night off tonight, and bold Cate is here instead. I nod and grab my bag as he leads me outside by the hand.
I wave to Lottie on our way out the door. Her eyes go wide and she gives me a big ‘thumbs up’ and a ‘call me’ hand symbol.
We get in the cab as soon as it pulls up. The driver eyes us both with suspicion. Like he’ll kick us out if we even look like we might start something. But the atmosphere is electric. My skin is buzzing.
Blake gives the driver his address and buckles me into the middle seat so that I’m close to him. I’m so focussed on his proximity that I don’t even hear which suburb he says. My ears may as well be full of cotton wool.
Our whole sides are touching. My hands are in my lap. I’m trying to resist him so that I don’t climb him right here. He rests his hands loosely on his knees. Tapping his fingers to the beat of what’s playing on the cab’s radio.
He leans in and whispers in my ear, “Not too far to go, sweet cheeks.” That smirk of his, back on display.
Sweet cheeks, really? Who is this guy and why can’t I resist him?
He’s still leaning in close, breathing me in, when the cab comes to a stop. Blake looks up and recognises the location. He thanks the cab driver, pays and helps me out of the back seat.
I expect him to pull me into some romance-like embrace on the street, but instead he grabs me by the hand and pulls me up the front path to a townhouse that’s in a nice area.
As I’m trotting along, I can’t help but notice the manicured lawns, still visible by the street lights, and the rows of matching houses that remind me of that song about ticky-tacky houses all lined in a row.
Suddenly, Blake drops my hand and stops. Not paying any attention at all, I trot right into the back of him.
Hello, clumsy Cate! You’re back.
He huffs out a laugh. “Hold up, gorgeous.” He eyes me with a fire in his eyes, as I blush once again. “Let me get the door open first.”
I stumble back a few steps, from being plastered to his back, and stare at my shoes. I’m wondering how someone like me ended up on a hot guy’s front porch, waiting for him to take me inside.
Snap out of it Cate! You’re here now. Just have fun. Thinking is for later!
After what feels like an eternity, but is probably just seconds, Blake has the door open and flicks the lights on. He reaches for my hand and yanks me to his chest, in the hallway.
He flicks the door closed behind me and leans down to plant a hot kiss on my lips.
“That cab ride took forever.” He grabs my bag from my shoulder and aims it towards the entry table, never taking his eyes off me. He leans in and runs kisses up my neck and behind my ear, “I wanted to take you in that cab so badly.”
I blush furiously—but let my hands explore his back muscles and up to his shoulders—as he continues his assault of kisses along my neck and shoulder. My top is a thin double-strapped V-neck and Blake seems to love it, nipping at the straps with his teeth and growling into my skin.
“I can’t wait to discover where else that blush goes.”
I squeak as he leans back slightly to take in the sight of my flushed skin. Nodding with approval like it was a gift I made. Just for him.
Without warning, Blake moves swiftly and places my arms around his neck. He slides his hands down my back, over my bum and pulls my thighs up so that I can wrap my legs around his waist.
“Hang on tight, babe. You’re going for a ride,” he whispers playfully in my ear. Setting off towards, what must be his bedroom, walking with purpose.
I giggle as we bound down the hall. I try to get a look around, but he’s whispering all the dirty things he can’t wait to do to me and I’m too distracted to really take anything in. He carries me like I weigh nothing at all.
He pushes the half-open door with his foot and spins us for a second to flick on the light. Whilst he’s distracted with the lights, I notice that his bed is a king size and the comforter is a charcoal grey linen.
That’s all I take in before we’re moving again. In steps, he reaches the end of his bed and leans forward to deposit me on top of the comforter, my knees bent and legs hanging over the end.
Oh, wow! This is really happening.
TWO
CATE
Blake takes a moment to stand to his full height and take me in.
My long, dark brown hair is spread out across the covers and he’s standing between my open knees. My top has ridden up a little at the hem and is showing my not-so-flat belly.
His eyes are black and he’s biting his lip. It’s like he’s taking an inventory and deciding which part to devour first. I’m trying not to squirm, but he’s getting pleasure in seeing me wriggle under his gaze.
He leans forward again, this time caging me, hands either side of my shoulders. Leaning closer, he kisses me deeply and fiercely. His tongue parts my lips and he owns my mouth like he’s telling me something.
Bold Cate is back and my hands are in his hair again. He groans like it’s the best thing, so I keep doing it.
Don’t over think it, Cate. Don’t over think it. Bold Cate would totally do this.
He pulls away and drops to his knees in between my legs. He’s so tall and so broad that even kneeling, it feels like he’s looming over me. He presses a kiss to that patch of bare skin on my belly between the hem of my top and the waistband of my jeans.
He makes a sound of approval and switches his attention to taking my shoes off. Setting them aside with more care than I would have anticipated.
His focus flicks back to me and to the fly on my jeans. “I’m sorry, sweet cheeks. I was going to kiss every inch of you, but this just looks too damn inviting. You’re good with this?”
“Yes, yes.” I nod. They’re the first words I’ve uttered since the party, I realise, but oh please, yes. I’m ready for this.
He pops the button and presses another kiss to the skin above my waistband. Then the zipper comes down. He slides his hands under my bum and yanks the denim down my thighs, to my knees.
I’m trying so hard not to squirm under his dark gaze, but I’ve propped myself up on my elbows so that I can see. He growls at the sight of my—only pair of—lace undies. They’re a dark green. They match the bra I’m wearing, but he hasn’t discovered that yet.
Smart thinking, past Cate!
He yanks again at the jeans, pulling them all the way off and nips at my inner thigh. My blush is everywhere now. I’m into this, but it’s not something that happens to me.
I usually get the plain sex guy. The one where it’s two licks and he’s done. I have a feeling from the way Blake is looking at the gap he’s made between my thighs, that that isn’t what’s happening here.
He nips at the other thigh and starts to place soft kisses up closer to my core. He switches again to the other side, making sure that he hasn’t missed a spot. I’m properly squirming now and just as he’s about to reach the lace, he stops and looks me directly in the eyes.
“Fuck, Cate! If I knew you smelled this good, I would have fucked you back at the party. I there’s no way I would have been able to wait.” He takes another nip at my thigh and looks up at me once more, “That blush is so hot. Let’s see what you’ve got for me”.
Oh, that smirk might just kill me.
He pushes the lace to the side, “You’re so wet for me,” he growls. He leans in and sniffs a big, exaggerated sniff.
Oh my god, I might actually die. This is too much and he hasn’t even touched me yet.
I los
e the power in my arms and I’m flat on my back, because his tongue is on my clit. A big swipe and then torturous little flicks.
As he pulls away, I make a whining sound in disagreement. He chuckles, “Needy girl.” Right as he grabs my undies by the waistband and pulls them off in one movement. I see them fly somewhere behind him.
This is really happening!
Seconds later, he’s back. This time he’s making out with my sex, like he would my mouth. Soft kisses, then tongue licking and flicking, making me feel like there are fireworks behind my eyes and a pull in my belly.
Oh, he’s good at this. Way better than my sex toys. I didn’t know it could be this good!
“Oh yes, right there.”
“That good, babe?” he mumbles from between my legs. He sucks on my clit hard as he shoves two fingers inside me, curving them up to where I need them most. “You’re so ready for me.”
He rubs his scruffy beard lightly on my thigh, nipping at my lips, before returning his mouth and working it like it’s his dream job.
Oh. Oh. Oh.
I’ve lost the power of speech, again. All I can do is fist my hands in his hair, hold on for dear life, and moan. I twist my head away, as though I can hide my lack of control.
“Give it up for me!” He growls. “Don’t keep me waiting!”
Somehow, those words send me over the edge. I’m screaming his name and a whole lot of unintelligible things.
He’s still nipping and sucking and moving his fingers in and out, making this the biggest orgasm I’ve ever had.
He’s like magic.
As I come down he places a chaste kiss to the strip on my mound.
Thank god I neatened that up yesterday. Go, past Cate!
He kisses higher. “You taste so good. I need you.”
I’m a boneless mess, still coming down from that orgasm, as he carefully grabs my tank top and pulls it over my head. He groans, with his eyes on my matching bra. “So delicious,” he says, as he leans in and kisses each breast over the fabric.
I’m in way over my head.
“Clothes off!” I pant as I grab at his top, not really making any progress removing it.
