by J. D. Light
Blake gave me a soft, sweet smile, but there was no mistaking the disappointment there. "It's okay, Deck. Don't stress okay. If you aren't ready for that, I completely understand."
"It's not what you think," I whispered, swallowing hard. "It's not that I don't want you, I really, really want you. It's just that, I don't… uh… taking my clothes off… I don't think you want to see that."
I cringed, because even to me that sounded like a stupid thing to say. It sounded like something someone said when they were fishing for compliments or something, but I actually meant it. This man was used to working with and looking at beautiful people all day. There was absolutely no way I could measure up to the countless people who, no doubt, threw themselves at him. I honestly couldn't see how this would be a good idea for me… Okay, I could definitely see how I might get a little something from it, namely, him inside me, but that would be presuming he would continue wanting to do that once he saw me naked, and that was presuming an awful lot.
"You're an idiot," he whispered, pressing his forehead to mine.
I huffed, blinking up into his pretty blue eyes. "Excuse me?"
"I've wanted you and this sexy, plush body since the first time I saw you." He leaned down and sipped from my gasp, sliding a hand down my side and then around and under me to cup one of my cheeks. "I practically fucking salivate every time you bend over in front of me, and the other day when you were up on that ladder, bending over that top piece like that, I wanted to drag you down that damn thing and bury my face between these sexy fucking cheeks."
Oh my God! I groaned, rolling my hips and grinding against him.
"All I thought about today was the way you felt in my arms, all warm and soft." His voice seemed to be getting deeper and deeper with each sentence. "The way your dick filled my hand perfectly."
I grunted when he pressed down against my dick, my balls pulling tight. I was going to blow soon if he didn't stop… and I desperately wanted him inside me.
I groaned, pressing him away by the shoulders. He sat up immediately, pulling back to look at me, his face a mixture of worry and confusion. I sat up quickly, pulling my leg up and sliding it out from behind him before spinning on the couch and standing in a far more coordinated way than I even thought I was capable of. Bending, I grabbed his wrist, practically dragging him off of the couch with me.
It took him a moment to understand what I was trying to do, and then he laughingly followed me, his hands going to my hips on the stairs, probably because he fully expected me to fall down them. My excitement and bravery lasted to just inside my bedroom door, and that was where I fizzled out, slowing quickly enough that he nearly ran me over from behind.
I swallowed hard, turning to rake my eyes over his body again and again, my nerves once again ramping up. "I might need your help," I whispered. "I don't think I can just completely strip in front of you. I mean, earlier I… but I didn't think you'd want to…"
He gave me a small smile. "If you're asking me if I'll strip you, the answer will always be yes, I'd love to."
But instead of immediately getting to the stripping, he pulled me into his arms and pressed his mouth to mine. We shared a long, slow kiss that took the frantic need out of my body and replaced it with a slow simmering burn that once again put me on the edge of oblivion as we slowly moved our bodies together.
I didn't know how long we were kissing before he was sliding his hands under my shirt. I almost didn't notice at first, my body was just humming so deliciously, everything felt amazing, but when he groaned, his hand squeezing slightly on one of my love handles, I gasped, both loving the feel of his hands on me and worried my soft sides were going to gross him out.
He didn't let me think about it too long, his mouth once again capturing mine as his hands continued to move over my sides and back while his hips rolled against mine, pressing his very interested dick against the softness of my stomach.
I moaned, letting my body melt against his, mumbling fuck it against his mouth, and making him chuckle.
When I was completely pliable, he eased my shirt up and over my head. I shivered from the slightly chilled air against my overly heated body, and then we both gasped when our exposed skin touched for the first time.
He pressed his mouth to mine and steered me backwards until my knees hit the bed, and then he lowered me gently while sucking on my tongue. He didn't let his body settle against me, instead pulling back to look down at me.
"Damn," he whispered while I gripped the sheets next to my hips in an effort not to use my hands to cover myselffront .
I watched his eyes, my body relaxing slightly when I could see unmistakably the lust burning in them. He reached out a hand, pressing down firmly against the skin of my side, and I shuddered, looking down to watch him slide his hand upward, apparently completely fascinated with the way the flesh bunched in the web between his index finger and thumb.
When he cupped my pec, I groaned, as his palm raked against my nipple, and his eyes shot to mine, dazed and turned on. He did it again, running his hand in a circle over my nipple, making me gasp and press up into his palm.
He grunted, palming himself through his underwear, pressing down so hard on the front, the tip of his leaking dick escaped the elastic band, and I whimpered at the beautiful sight of his bright red tip, licking my bottom lip.
"Fuck, Deck. You're killing me."
He humped his hand again before releasing himself and attacking the front of my slacks with both hands. He had my pants and underwear shucked in no time, biting his bottom lip as he ran his hands up my bare thighs, dipping his thumbs between my legs, inches from my balls.
"Climb all the way up on the bed, Deck," he said huskily, his voice thick as he reached for the band of his underwear.
I worked to pull myself up on the bed while watching him push his underwear down and off of his body, my arms giving out occasionally… probably because all the blood that was supposed to be feeding the muscles of my arms was throbbing in my dick, making me weak and my cock oversensitive and almost painful.
He was so damn sexy. Everything about him was fucking perfection, and I was beyond nervous I was going to make a fool of myself by blowing the moment he put his hands on me again.
"Where's your stuff, Deck?" he asked, wrapping his hand around his dick and stroking, making us both shudder.
I looked up at his face, meeting his eyes blankly as I tried really, really hard to understand what he'd just asked me.
"Fuck, baby. I need to be inside you. Where is your lube? Condoms?"
I blinked for a moment, my eyes once again sliding down his body, my brain taking far too long to catch up on the moment, and then my gaze snapped back to his. "Oh!"
I reached over and grabbed the little box off the nightstand, fiddling with the latch until I finally managed to get the thing open while praying I still had a condom in there somewhere.
It'd been so long since I even had time to have sex, and I'd very rarely ever done it at my house, there was a real possibility I'd be completely out. Thankfully, there were two bright green guys Emma had received inside a basket she'd won at a silent auction. It was supposed to be a date night basket, and had Champagne, bubble bath, movie vouchers, some candles, and obviously some condoms, but she'd thrown the condoms at me telling me I'd have far more use for them than her and proceeded to romance herself.
Well, that sounds fucking disgusting, even in my own head and had been not at all what I'd meant. It damn near killed the mood for me, thankfully, Blake Sunday was hot as fuck, and one look at the man as I pulled the condoms and a bottle of lube out of the little wooden box, and all thoughts of my sister fled my brain.
I leaned back over, putting the box back and handing him the condoms and lube, and he smiled while he crawled up between my legs on the bed.
He tossed one of the condoms back on the nightstand, holding the other up. "I only need one for now. Maybe we'll use the other later."
I huffed out a laugh, my body vibra
ting with nerves and excitement as he opened the plastic and slid the bright green latex over his dick.
He opened the lube next, pouring a large drop on his fingertips, and I pulled my legs up, watching his face as I exposed my hole, whimpering at his expression.
Slowly, he scooted slightly down the bed, leaning down to open his mouth wide, and suck one of my drawn-up balls into his mouth. I yelled, the feeling of his warm wet tongue flicking against the skin making my dick throb.
One of his fingers found my hole when he freed one testicle and moved to the next, and I groaned as he immediately pressed inside. I spread my legs wide as he licked at my sack before moving slowly up my shaft, his finger moving in and out of my body with ease. By the time he rolled his tongue below the prominent ridge of my head, he was pressing another finger inside my body, easing in slowly before massaging the tips firmly against the top of my channel while slowly pumping in and out.
I whimpered and shuddered as he worked my prostate while laving his tongue over the head of my dick, licking at my slit and humming appreciatively at my flavor.
I had to grip his shoulder and push him back when he gripped my dick with his other hand and stood it up, nearly swallowing it whole.
"Blake, please. You have to stop," I panted, and he slid off of me, blinking up at my face. "I'm going to blow before you get inside me at this rate, I whined, letting my head fall back against the pillow as he grinned, sliding a third finger into my hole, barely even pausing in his pumping as his fingertips continued to massage my prostate until I was near to tears.
When he pulled his fingers free, I bit my lip and crumpled the sheets in my hands, trying to force my body to stay still when my ass muscles were jumping under my flesh with the need to hump at the air.
Shoving his hands under my hips, he easily dragged my ass into the cradle he'd made with his open thighs, lifting it enough to easily press his bright green dick to my hole. My entire body quivered and shook as he pressed the first few inches inside me, and I whimpered when he stopped, needing more.
I gasped and yelped when he reached under me again and dragged me into a sitting position on his lap, making his dick slide all the way inside my body. I keened, throwing my head back before dropping it to his shoulder as we both paused, letting our bodies get used to each other's.
He nibbled on my shoulder, working his way up my neck to my jaw and I lifted my head as he made his way to my mouth, sucking my bottom lip between his before licking my bottom teeth and then the roof of my mouth.
Who fucking knew those places were sensitive?
I moaned and thrust my tongue against his while rocking my hips, swallowing his moan as he slid out of my ass just a little, and then right back in. My dick was caught between our bodies, and the pressure on my prostate, plus the friction of our stomachs massaging my dick made me hum into his mouth, knowing full well I wasn't going to last very long.
Pulling back from the kiss, I pulled my feet up under me on either side of his legs, looking into his eyes. I needed to see him. I needed to know that he saw me. I needed to remember this feeling and this moment for a lifetime, because I could already feel myself falling for this man, and I was fully aware he wasn't going to be around forever.
Lifting off of his body several inches, I let myself drop back down, biting my bottom lip and whimpering at how amazing it felt. He stuttered out a weird sound that encouraged me to do it again and again, and before long, I was bouncing on his lap, my thighs burning, and my heart racing, but my orgasm was right there on the surface.
"Fuck, baby," he whispered, his hands moving down over my hips to cup my ass, and I cried out as cum shot from my dick and my legs nearly gave out. "You are so fucking hot, Deck."
Never in my life had I felt something so raw, so powerful, move through me. I was stunned stupid by the force of it, my eyes boring into his as my dick continued to twitch and jerk between us, until I was shuddering and shaking with nothing left.
He rolled us, slamming me down on the bed on my back, my body going like a rag doll's, his dick never leaving my body, and then he was pounding into me hard, his abs brushing my sensitive cock, making me whimper.
He groaned, his body going stiff above me as he stared down into my eyes, his hips moving in slow, stuttered jerks before he fell against me, pressing his forehead to mine.
"Damn, baby," he groaned, bracketing my head with his arms as his body shook from the strain of trying to hold himself up. "That was… shit. That was fucking perfect."
Chapter Eight
I sighed happily, smiling down at Declan as I leaned up on my elbow beside him, reaching out to run my fingers over the barely visible collarbone peeking out above the sheet he'd insisted on pulling up over his gorgeous body once I'd gotten us cleaned up.
I was in disbelief, feeling like it was all just a very detailed dream I was going to wake up from and be completely devastated to lose. I'd been lucky in life with a lot of things, but finally getting to touch and taste and hold Declan Alexander was definitely at the top of all my experiences so far.
"So," I said, bending down to press a kiss to the skin just above the sheet, brushing my lips downward, and dragging the sheet with me until one dark pink nipple was bared. "You didn't even know I was asking you out?"
I let my gaze travel up to his face, loving the way the bright blush on his cheeks made his pretty green eyes stand out.
"I'm not great at all this," he said shyly, gesturing between us.
I chuckled, shaking my head and leaning forward to brush my whiskered chin over his nipple, making him gasp.
"Apparently, I'm not either, or maybe you would've realized sooner that I've spent almost as much time at your bakery as I have on set."
I licked over the nipple, soothing the skin and distracting him as I slowly slid the sheet further down his body.
He whimpered, licking his lips. His cheeks were still flushed and his eyes dark and glassy. He looked turned on and sweet as hell, and when I pulled back to take in even more of him, my heart squeezed, and I groaned.
"God, you're gorgeous," I whispered.
His face scrunched up, his brows sliding together, and his lips pursing. "Okay," he said dryly. "What's wrong with you?"
I chuckled, raising an eyebrow and shaking my head. The answer was so much, but not because I was stupidly attracted to him.
"I'm only half kidding," he said, face still doubtful as he continued to watch me. "Seriously though… You're gorgeous, you're smart, you're funny… Something's gotta be wrong. And why the hell are you into me?"
I shook my head, leaning down and firmly biting the side of his pec, reprimanding him for being so mean to himself. When he gasped and giggled, I lifted my head, completely enjoying the sight of his gorgeous smile, already addicted to everything about him.
"Come to the wrap party with me." I smirked, sliding the blanket a little further down his body and brushing my fingers over his belly. "Just so we're clear, I'm asking you out… on a date."
"Wrap party," he whispered, his smile faltering a little. "That means you'll be leaving soon."
I sighed, nodding. "I don't want to think about that right now."
There was so much about my life that was going to change in the next few months, and though it was all for the best, and I'd definitely be happier in the long-run, the getting there was going to be stressful, and I was going to miss seeing Declan every day.
Shit. Was I really already at that point? Was I already so crazy about this man that I was anticipating how much I was going to miss him?
"Will you come with me?" I asked, knowing he'd think I meant the party, but kinda meaning more.
But that was fucking crazy, right? We were barely a thing. In fact, we weren't a thing. Not really. Not officially.
"Are you sure you want to take me?" He asked, frowning slightly.
More than anything. I want you with me all the time.
I nodded, swallowing down all the words that wanted to come out of my m
outh. If I wasn't careful, I'd be begging him to come with me when I left.
"There are like so many other people you could take."
I shook my head, narrowing my eyes on him. What was I going to have to do to prove to this man that I didn't want anyone else? Hell, if he knew all the things I was thinking… he'd probably think I was nuts.
"I want to take you, Deck." I batted my eyes, poking out my bottom lip. "Don't turn me down again."
He rolled his eyes, chuckling and smacking my shoulder. "That's dirty. I didn't know you were asking me out."
"Go with me."
He smirked, rolling his eyes. "You're not even asking now."
I had a fairly short filming day on Monday, so I was already walking into Knick-Knack Patty-Cakes by eleven, and my eyes immediately went to where Declan was stretched out, reaching above him, trying to push a tack into the wall.
He gasped when one of my hands found his hip while the other took the tack out of his hand and easily pressed it into the spot he'd been trying to get it to go, and I smiled when he turned his wide, surprised eyes on me.
I was happy to see him relax when he realized it was me, but I wasn't done holding him, so I wrapped both arms around his waist, pressing my lips to his neck for a long moment before letting go.
"Hey," I said, smiling, my eyes immediately falling to his lips as he licked them.
"Hey." His blush was bright, but his eyes held mine.
I groaned, pulling him close and pressing my forehead to his, wishing we weren't standing in the middle of his shop in front of giant windows on Main Street. "I really want to kiss you right now."
He chuckled, shaking his head so that it rolled against mine. "How is this my life?"
"We're filming the last scene tomorrow. Do you think you can take part of the day off and come watch?"
"Hmm, you're sure asking me to take a lot of time off lately," he said, raising his eyebrows, but there was a small smile on his face that told me he wasn't mad or annoyed, or just plain sick of my needy shit already.
"Not as much as I want to ask for," I said, sighing stupidly. When he gave me a questioning look, I decided not to tell him I wanted him with me all the time. The last thing I wanted to do was scare him off with my neediness. "You'd be taking time off right now, so we could run to your house if I had my way. Or would you prefer the hotel room. You could pretend to be my dirty little hooker."
