by Iona Rose
“Hi, you’ve been hiding in here for too long and it’s lunch time,” she said. “Let’s go and eat. I’m buying.”
I really needed to speak to her. The sooner, the better.
“I’m looking forward to the party,” Daniella said as we walked down the street. She tucked her hands into mine possessively and chattered on about the company anniversary thing in a few days.
I usually enjoyed the yearly company bash but this year I wasn’t looking forward to it. I felt miserable. I wanted Brooke back in my life. We went to Tezzla’s for lunch, and bumped into a group from work. Daniella pulled me to their table insisting that we join them.
Only later after I returned to my office, did I realize we never did have that conversation.
The week trudged along and before I knew it, it was Friday. The panic in my chest kept expanding. I was losing Brooke. I could feel it every time I looked at her. The distance between us kept growing. I had stayed away from her for two days, saying hello when we met in the corridors at work but keeping my distance.
We hadn’t seen each other at home either, because she had Jenny staying over. I missed her in all the ways you could miss a woman. I missed talking to her, hearing her laugh and I missed making love to her. I was done with giving her space. Jack’s ideas were outdated.
Brooke was a passionate woman and she had to be missing that part of her life. I wanted her back in my bed and whether she admitted it or not, I knew she wanted me back too.
That evening, I stopped by a flower store and bought a bouquet of nicely wrapped jasmines. I’d been so confident earlier in the day, but as I knocked on her door, my palms were damp and my stomach felt tight.
Maybe I should have warned her I was going to drop by. I glanced at my watch. Six in the evening. She was probably relaxing after a long day at work and here I was butting into her evening. I was about to turn and leave when she opened the door.
She smiled. “Blaze, hi. I’ve just come from the shower. Have you knocked for long?” Her hair was matted to her head and her skin had the glow of someone who was freshly scrubbed. She was in a white bathrobe that could come undone with a single tug at the straps.
Her sweet scent wafted to where I stood and a sudden vision of her in the shower sprung to mind. My gaze dropped to her slightly parted lips and a surge of desire pierced through me.
“Are those for me?” she said, eyeing the bunch of flowers.
“Yes,” I said, rousing myself from my lust induced stupor. I shoved the flowers into her arms. What was the matter with me? I was a grown ass man but nerves were getting the better of me. This was Brooke, I told myself. My best friend. The girl I had known most of my life.
“Come in,” she said.
I followed her to the kitchen and leaned on the island as she proceeded to arrange the flowers in a vase.
“I love jasmine,” she said and closed her eyes to inhale the flowers. “Lovely.”
All I could think about was how much I wanted to hold her in my arms. How it would feel like to have her softness pressed against me. I was in beast mode and no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t keep my thoughts pure. I wanted Brooke. I wanted to make love to her and I didn’t care what would happen afterwards.
She placed the vase on the island. “I’ll go finish dressing.”
As she passed me, I took her hand.
She turned to face me.
We were so close that her breath fanned my face. “I want you Brooke. I want to make love to you,” I growled and tugged at her hand. This had definitely not been my plan. I’d planned to seduce her slowly but from the moment I clapped my eyes on her, all that had escaped my mind.
“Blaze, I…”
Those were the last words I heard before she was in my arms and I was kissing her hungrily. Kissing her was as sweetly intoxicating as sipping on a favorite drink. Potent. Addictive.
Her hunger matched mine. She scraped her fingers through my hair and murmured incoherent words.
“I’ve missed you so much,” I said, moving my mouth away from hers to trail kisses on her jawline and neck. I pulled the straps of her robe and it fell open. I pulled back and inhaled sharply when I looked at her nakedness. “You’re so sexy,” I murmured and cupped her gorgeous breasts. Her nipples were ready for me, jutting out as two hard peaks.
A tortured moan escaped her lips when I brushed my thumbs across her nipples.
“Blaze,” Brooke murmured, her eyes glazed over.
I lowered my head to take one nipple into my mouth. I exchanged it for the other while I stroked the undersides of her breasts. I couldn’t get enough of her. My hands and my tongue wanted to be everywhere.
I dipped my hand between her legs and explored her pussy with my fingers. She was so wet and in seconds, my hand was coated with her juices. A desperate urge to taste her came over me. It had been so long since I inhaled the sweet musky scent of her pussy.
I dropped to my knees and as I did so, I ran my hands down her body, resting them on her thighs. “I need to taste you,” I roared, before sinking my face into her sweet heat. She parted her thighs, giving better access and I inhaled her sexy scent before darting my tongue out for my first taste.
She gave a cry when my tongue swiped over her pussy lips. I parted her folds with my fingers and this time, my tongue connected with her clit. She let out a whimper. I had missed Brooke’s sounds of pleasure. I’d been afraid I’d never hear them again.
“Tell me you’re mine Brooke,” I said. I needed to hear it even if she didn’t mean it. I needed to know that in this moment, she was mine.
“I’m yours Blaze,” she said.
When I looked up, I almost creamed myself at the sight of her hands playing with her nipples. “I’m taking you to bed,” I said and got to my feet.
I took her hand and somehow managed to take her to the bedroom without stopping on the way to devour her. I slipped her robe off completely and laid her gently on the bed.
She watched me under hooded eyes as I undressed.
I resumed my position between her legs and lapped up her pussy juices. “I could eat your pussy all night. You taste so sweet, Hot Sauce.”
She pushed my head back down and I chuckled before continuing to devour her. I fucked her with two fingers while teasing her clit with my tongue.
Her whimpers grew louder and she gripped my head tighter. “Please,” she cried.
My cock throbbed painfully as it jerked forwards and backwards. I was dizzy with the need to be inside her but her pleasure came first.
“Oh God,” she cried.
I loved it when Brooke came. It was noisy, loud and such a turn on. Her pussy clenched around my fingers tightly as I pumped faster and rubbed circles around her clit with my thumb.
When she came, her body clamped down before trembles came over her. “That felt so good,” she said moments later.
I withdrew my fingers from her still soaking pussy and licked them.
“I want you inside me now,” she said and got on all fours.
I positioned myself behind her and lowered my head to kiss her soft back, trailing kisses down her spine. I caressed her back and ass, then rubbed my cock up and down over her slit. She was more than ready for me. I closed my eyes as I thrust my impossibly hard cock into her.
Her tight pussy sheathed my cock tightly as I pumped into her, softly at first before increasing my speed. I gripped her thighs as I fucked her—everything forgotten except the pure pleasure I was feeling.
My growls and her cries filled the room intertwined with the thump of my balls as they connected with her curvy ass. Not even Brooke could deny the chemistry between us. Our bodies were made for each other. No woman had ever given me as much pleasure as Brooke did.
A look between us was enough to ignite my fire and now, with my cock pounding over and over again into her, I wanted nothing else. My world was perfect.
“Blaze,” Brook whispered in an urgent tone and balled the sheets in her fists.
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nbsp; I drove my cock inside her as she came, and with her pussy gripping the length of my cock, it wasn’t long before I let out a deep grunt and erupted inside her.
Chapter Twenty-One
Brooke
I woke up with a start and sat up in bed before realizing I was in my bedroom and the stranger beside me was Blaze.
Oh, my God! What had I done? Fear coursed through my veins as I stared at him. The events of the previous evening came to me. I had given in to temptation and slept with Blaze. Not once or twice but several times throughout the night. My sore pussy was evidence of the kind of sweet battering it had taken.
I lay back on the bed and turned to face him. Blaze looked so peaceful and so handsome. I smiled, my agitation ebbing away as I took in his features. Admiring Blaze would not solve my problems. I rolled back onto my back and stared at the ceiling.
We were right back where we were a couple of weeks ago in Hawaii. In no man’s land. We were not friends and we were not dating. What now? I groaned. No matter how good it had felt to make love with Blaze, giving in to temptation had been a mistake.
I had put us in an awkward position. “What am I going to do?” I said out aloud.
“About what?” Blaze asked in a sleepy voice.
His voice made me jump and I faced him. “I thought you were asleep.”
“Come here,” Blaze said and pulled me to lie on his chest. “Tell me what you meant?”
I sighed. “Us. We’re back where we started Blaze. Our affair was not supposed to continue when we got back home.”
“Tell me again, why it can’t work,” Blaze urged. “And I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t make assumptions about me. It’s insulting.”
I remembered how he and Daniella had huddled in the photocopying room flirting. And seeing them going off to lunch together. Not that I had a right to complain, after all, there had been nothing between us. But it had hurt my pride that he could move on from us so quickly. “I don’t want to ruin our friendship,” I said weakly.
“We crossed that bridge a long time ago, Brooke. We can’t ever go back to who we were. Now when I look at you, the first thing that comes to mind is how sweet your pussy is,” Blaze drawled.
“What?” I said, my face heating up.
“I know you think about my cock too,” he said. “We’re lovers now, Brooke.”
He was right. But where did that leave us? It saddened me to know we had lost what we had.
“Give us a chance,” Blaze said. “Give me a chance.”
Everything in me rebelled against the idea. The idea of giving my heart to Blaze, trusting that he would not tire of us after a few weeks, terrified me.
“I would never hurt you, Hot Sauce,” Blaze said softly while he stroked my head.
I wanted to trust him. Butterflies fluttered in my belly. I inhaled deeply, filling my lungs with air. “I know you wouldn’t. Not deliberately anyway.”
His hands kneaded my naked back and slid to my thighs. I raised my head and kissed him. I ran my hands over his chest, loving the feel of his hard muscles. Blaze’s hands drifted upwards to my chest and he cupped my breasts.
His cock swelled underneath my thigh until I shifted my position and arranged it between my legs. I rocked back and forth, rubbing my pussy over the head of his cock.
A rumble rose from deep inside his chest when I grabbed his cock and straddled him. I rubbed it harder up and down my slit, groaning every time it came into contact with my clit.
Blaze’s hands played with my nipples until they were sensitive hard peaks. The ache in my pussy intensified and unable to withstand the teasing any more, I slid onto his cock, inch by inch.
As I bounced on Blaze’s cock, an idea came to me then. It grew in my mind as Blaze and I made love, murmuring each other’s names. The best thing about us was the sparks flaming when we had sex. He was the best lover I had ever had and from his lust, I assumed I rated up there too.
“I can’t hold on any longer,” Blaze said.
“Me too,” I managed to say before a violent orgasm rocked me to my core. I collapsed on his chest as he continued pumping for the next couple of seconds.
I waited until our breaths had returned to normal. “Blaze, I have an idea.” My voice tinged with excitement. It was perfect.
“For us?” he said. His heart thumped hard against his chest.
“Yes,” I said. “We could remain lovers but not be in a relationship.”
Blaze did not respond.
I became worried. “What do you think?” I said.
“You want us to be having sex with no strings attached?” he asked incredulously.
“Yes,” I said, pleased with myself. “Friends with benefits. That way, when one of us grows tired, no one will get hurt. No feelings involved and all that.”
“Can you do that?” he asked.
He sounded odd. Not as excited as I was which surprised me. It was the perfect solution. We got to enjoy each other’s bodies but retain our independence. “Yes, why wouldn’t I?” I couldn’t believe I hadn’t thought of it before. My heart would be safe and honestly, so would my pride. “It would just be between us.”
“So, what are you saying?” Blaze asked, his voice cold. “You want me as your fuck toy? When you say fuck me, I drop my pants, but I don’t get to claim you during the day? I’ll be your dirty little secret, is that what you mean?”
I blinked rapidly. “You’re taking this the wrong way,” I protested.
Blaze sat up and swung his legs out of bed. “How am I supposed to take it? It may come as a surprise to you, but it’s not always about sex. You wouldn’t know that though, would you? All you care about is keeping your little heart safe from big bad Blaze! Guess what, Hot Sauce? I’m not your enemy. You are!” He got up and started dressing.
Panic rose in my chest. I wasn’t ready for him to leave. I’d fantasized about a sex filled weekend, ravaging each other’s bodies. “Blaze, don’t go,” I said, clutching the bedsheets to my chest. I didn’t understand what he was so upset about.
What I was offering was every man’s dream. And what did he mean that I was my own enemy? That made no sense at all. Yes, he was right that all I was interested in was keeping my heart safe. Who in their right minds opened up their hearts to a known player?
“Excuse me for losing my enthusiasm to spend the night with you,” Blaze said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He finished dressing and without another word he left.
I cringed when he banged the front door with more force than necessary.
I was too awake to fall asleep, so I got up, pulled on some lounge pants and a t-shirt. I went to the kitchen and made myself a cup of coffee. Back in the living room, I sat down on the couch with my phone reading through my messages, hoping there would be one from Blaze. There wasn’t.
I clicked on Jenny’s messages.
Jenny: I’m home.
After staying with me for two nights, she had made the decision to leave Henry. I couldn’t believe that she had gone back home. I texted back: What happened?
Her message came moments later. He promised it wouldn’t happen again. And a baby!!
I had to smile at the latter part of the message. Since when did making babies become a bargaining chip? Still, I was happy for her. Jenny had always wanted kids and I’d thought it a terrible shame that she had married a man who didn’t want any more children.
I contemplated her words. How could she believe him when he said he would never cheat again? Once a cheater, always a cheater. Everyone knew this. Blaze wasn’t a cheater but a serial dater. Which was sort of the same thing. He couldn’t commit to one woman.
I wanted him in my bed, making sweet love to me but I needed to protect myself. What better way than to be friends with benefits.
Blaze was upset but with time, he would come around to my way of thinking. When he cooled down, he would realize I had offered him a deal every man dreamed of.
Blaze acted cool towards me in the week that followed
but I was determined not to give in. We didn’t see each other in the evenings as well because we had a contractor who was doing the plumbing.
Before I knew it, Friday had rolled around and it was time for the party. After work, I hurried home to shower and spruce myself up for it. My body was on fire and I’d become determined to show Blaze what he was missing by dressing sexy.
Not too sexy, as the last thing I wanted was to draw Mason’s attention. He had cooled off a bit and other than leering at me, he hadn’t crossed any boundaries the whole week.
I chose a strapless dress and after showering and applying a little make up, I was ready. The party would start at seven and at quarter to the hour, I was in an Uber on the way.
Dressed sexy and with killer heels, I felt and oozed confidence as I strolled across the lobby of Ferne Hotel.
An attendant directed me to the ballroom where the event was held.
People were milling around, chatting, and sipping on their drinks.
“Brooke,” Carol called, beckoning me over where she stood. She was the only other female in the accounts department.
I grabbed a flute of champagne from a passing waiter before joining Carol and Thomas. “Hi,” I said breezily to her and Thomas, another colleague, trying not to search the room for the one person I wanted to see.
My gaze bounced around the rather crowded dance floor. The band played pop music and people were dancing energetically to the upbeat music. But Blaze was not among them. I finally located him standing by the bar with a couple of guys, his gaze firmly on me.
Attraction shimmied between us as the distance between us shrank and I felt as though he was standing next to me.
“I hope he’s not coming here,” Carol whispered, a tone of fright in her voice.
I turned away from Blaze in time to catch Mason headed towards us.
“See you,” Carol said. Before I could protest, she grabbed Thomas’s hand and led him to the dance floor.
I watched Mason warily as he walked towards me, his eyes roving over my body. I wasn’t frightened of him, I told myself and stood up straighter.