“Hey! Cut that out!” I shout and look again to see if Blake is looking. Surely he has to be wondering what I’m yelling about. But nope he’s talking to Peyton.
Three more shots and Kip shouts, “Un-fucking believable! She won!”
I jump up and down and scream, “Yes!!! Ha, in your face, Kip.” I dance over to him and smack him on the ass.
“Beginner’s luck is all it is, Shelly. You really are a clueless player,” he says then walks to the table and pours two more shots.
He walks back up and places one in my hand and gestures for Blake to come to us. I bite my lip as I’m pretty sure he’s going to have me and Blake intertwine our hands like he and I did.
“Here, mate. Wrap your arm around hers and take your shots,” Kip directs and Blake follows the command.
Only Blake doesn’t look at me as we take the shots so close to one another. He unwinds his arm from mine and hands Kip the glass. “Let me show you two how to stomp beginner’s luck’s ass.”
Kip and Peyton make little ewwwing sounds and I frown. “Good luck.”
“Don’t need it,” he says without looking at me.
Blake.
He racks up the balls and breaks them himself. I see he’s not into being gentlemanly with me right now. He makes in two solid balls so I can safely assume those are his to get in. He takes shot after shot and gets his in every time. Then he misses and I jump up and down.
“My turn!” I walk quickly to set up the shot and he steps back and rubs some blue stuff on the tip of his pool stick. I look over and hold my hand out for him to give me some. “I need some of that. I haven’t even put any of that stuff on mine yet.”
He drops it in my hand and says, “It’s not gonna help, but go ahead.”
I’m determined to make him look at me, so I lean way over and Kip lets out a wolf whistle and I see Peyton smack him. But Blake looks at them, not me.
I take the shot and three of mine go in somehow. I really have no idea how it’s happening.
“Wow!” Peyton says. “Would you look at that, Blake?”
He yawns and goes over to the table and picks up his beer and takes a drink. I make another shot and miss everything.
I step back and he comes back and sizes up the next shot and just before he gets into place I lean into him. “Good luck.”
He hits the little white ball and one of his goes in followed by it. “Scratch!” Peyton shouts as she jumps up and down. “Your turn, Shellie.”
Kip puts his arm around her. “Stop jumping up and down. Damn, love!”
She turns red and stops bouncing all of her goodies.
I see my next shot and take it, sending the ball down the hole and line up my next one. I take the long way around so I have to pass by Blake. He steps back and gives me plenty of room.
I take the shot and miss and he laughs. “Looks like the beginner’s luck is fading fast.”
He makes several shots, getting down to his last ball. I lean on my stick and watch as the last one goes down the hole and he turns and high fives Kip. “You won!” Kip shouts.
The two walk off as Kip claps Blake on the shoulder. Peyton walks up to me. “Good game, Shellie!” She puts a beer in my hand. “Let’s go eat.”
Blake
Finally, Rachelle has seen fit to put on a little cover-up over the barely-there bikini. Sure, it’s nearly see through, but it’s better than nothing. My shorts have been very uncomfortable this entire evening.
The girl is trying desperately to get my attention, but I’m not going down that path again. She’s like Lucy with the football and I’m Charlie Brown. She entices me until I give in then yanks it all away.
No more for me thanks!
I’m no dim-wit. Peyton reaches over and puts a dollop of something on the edge of my plate. “You have to taste this, Blake. It’s an award winning recipe of Shellie’s.”
It’s the dessert that she named after my mother. I take a bite and want to cry. It’s delicious and well thought out and she was a saint to even think of it. But she’s no saint.
No, she’s mean and evil and will hurt me if I ever give her another chance to. Peyton looks at me. “What do you think?”
“Needs something else,” I say and mentally say to myself, ‘love.’
That’s what it needs, love and joy. Maybe a little happiness. Lord knows Rachelle needs some of that in her life. But will she allow it to happen?
NO!
And in the process of her denying herself any of those things, she is denying me them as well. Heartless, little….
“I have to see a man about a dog,” I say and get up and leave the table, taking my plate with me.
After an eternity in the bathroom trying to gain control over my emotions I go out and find Rachelle in the kitchen. Dancing away to music as she rinses dishes and puts them in the dishwasher. She turns and sees me and I look away.
“I caught you,” she says with a giggle. “I finally caught you, Blake.”
I try to walk away without saying a word and suddenly she’s in front of me. Little, hot body glowing as a thin sheen of sweat covers it. Her hand touches my stomach as she tries to stop my hasty retreat.
“Hey, let’s talk,” she says in a sultry voice.
“No, you said all I needed to hear last night. Just to let you know. I don’t want to be your friend.” I try to walk past her.
“I don’t want that either,” she says and I stop and look at her.
“Then why bother me?” I glare at her. “Why do this to me? God knows you don’t want anything else from me. Just leave me alone, Rachelle. Shit!”
I throw my hands up in the air and she steps out of my way. I walk away and turn back to see her head hanging low.
Well, what does the girl expect?
She moves towards the sink again then turns and runs off towards the bedroom I know she always stays in when she comes here. I hesitate. My feet start moving in the direction she went and I try like hell to stop them.
I catch up to her just before she walks into the bedroom. “Hey, Lucy,” I say in a whisper as I walk up behind her. “It’s me, your Charlie Brown. I’m here so you can yank the football away again and leave me on my dumb ass.”
She turns and wraps her arms around me. She sobs into my chest. Something she mumbles against me and I push her back and touch her chin, making her look up at me.
“Say that again,” I say as I look into her teary, blue eyes.
Her little, red lips quiver then she says, “I said, I love you, Blake.”
Holy shit! Now what am I supposed to do?
Rachelle
“Say something,” I say as I look at Blake and his handsome face is blank. “Please, say something, Blake.”
“Rachelle, don’t say it if you don’t truly mean it. Please, you have no idea of how hurt I already am. If you take it back, I may never get over it. So please, just tell me to walk away and leave you alone if you don’t mean it.”
I search his blue, brown eyes and say, “I mean it, Blake. I love you.”
He pulls me up in his strong arms and holds me tight. “I love you, Rachelle. I love you so damn much it hurts, baby.”
I turn the doorknob behind my back and take a step into the bedroom. “Show me,” I whisper.
He kicks the door closed as he picks me up and takes me to the bed. His eyes are dark as he lies me down on top of the blanket. “Are you sure?”
I nod and reach up for him. He takes my hand and places it over my head, then he does the same with my other hand. He moves over me and takes both my wrists in one of his large hands.
His face comes close and I think he’s going to kiss me, but he moves past me and I hear him inhale deeply. “I didn’t think I would ever get to smell you again.”
A tear runs down my cheek. “I’m so sorry, Blake.”
His free hand unties by bikini top and he takes it away from my body and gazes at my breasts. One he takes into his hot mouth and I arch my chest up to him. He still
holds my hands above my head and I try to get him to release them, but he holds them tight.
The way his hand is moving over my stomach makes it pull and quake. His finger dips into my bellybutton and he runs his finger around it then into it again. I moan and he unties the sides of my bikini bottoms.
My body goes hot and I shiver as I anticipate his fingers on me. His touch drives me crazy, and he places the tip of one finger on my vagina. Slow circles he makes around the edge and I arch up, trying to get him to push it inside.
Little bites he gives my nipple then he tugs on it hard and pulls the nipple deep into his mouth. Stroking the nipple with his tongue until it feels as if it might actually start to make milk for him.
Deep sensations begin to happen in me as he sucks hard at my breast and runs his finger around my vagina. He pulls back and looks at me. “You know what I want.”
My body falls apart and I moan as I climax hard. He watches me as he still holds my wrists tight. A slow grin he makes. “I’m going to torture you tonight. All night long.”
“If this is torture, sign me up,” I say with a smile.
Only half a smile he makes. He climbs on the bed and straddles me, taking my bikini top, he ties my wrists with it and ties it to the head board. “This should keep your hands where I want them.” He climbs to the other side of me and takes my other breast in his mouth.
One hand massages the other breast and one he sends underneath me. His finger touches the outer edge of my butt hole and I lift my ass up. “Blake, no!”
He runs his hand away from there and presses my body back down. His mouth never leaves my breast. He puts his hand back under me and runs his finger around the edge of my rectum again.
I calm down as he never placed his finger inside me when he did the same thing to my vagina so I relax and let him do what he wants. Little bites he gives my nipple as he runs his finger around and around. I tense as he does.
I’m pulsing inside my rectum as he continues and then he tugs hard on my breast and begins to suck it hard. My body starts shivering and shaking as it goes into another hard orgasm.
I feel the tip of his finger go inside my rectum then right back out and my orgasm explodes into another realm. I moan loudly.
“Oh! God! Oh my God!!!”
No smile on his handsome face, he pulls his mouth from my breast and looks down at me. He takes his shirt off then his shorts and underwear until he’s naked beside me.
Pushing my legs apart. He moves in between them on his knees. With his large dick in his hand, he rubs the tip over my sensitive little bud as he watches my reaction.
Its silky smooth as he glides it over me, pressing it to my clit, just enough to make me want more pressure there. I groan, “You weren’t playing around when you said you were going to torture me, were you.”
He shakes his head. “No, I wasn’t. I know how bad you want me to put this cock inside you and I’m going to make you wait and wait until you’re about to burst. Even then I may not allow it.”
My body goes white hot and I arch up to him. “You don’t want to feel me? You don’t want my pussy to quake around your hard dick? You don’t want to make my body do what you want it to?”
“It’s going to do what I want it to. It’s going to do what I want over and over until you beg me to stop.”
The tip of his dick he taps against my clit until I squirm and wiggle as an orgasm builds then he stops again and looks at me, then taps it one more time and I fall apart.
“God! Blake! Fuck! Please, baby. Just get inside me! Damn it!”
My body writhes and I arch up to him. He backs up and takes my ass cheeks in his hands and feasts on the juices that are flowing inside me. He tongue-fucks me and I wrap my legs around his head, keeping him inside me until his tongue presses into me enough times to make me come again.
I can barely breathe and say low and soft, “Please Blake.”
I unlock my legs and he pulls away from me. He stands next to the bed and takes his dick in one hand, he puts two fingers inside me and gets them wet with my cum.
Slow strokes he makes all over his dick until it glistens with my juice. He stands next to me and strokes his long, hard dick with one hand and fingers me with the other.
He holds his dick only a fraction of an inch away from touching me as he fingers me, relentlessly. The first bit of pre-cum slips out of the tip and I find myself arching up so it’ll fall on me.
I watch as he strokes it hard and fast, mimicking the same thing with his fingers inside me. He stiffens and his fingers pull out as his cum shoots out and he holds it to my clit.
The hot liquid pushes out with such force it puts pressure on my clit and I find I’m climaxing instantly as his hot liquid pours out onto me. He groans as the last little drops come out. Then he walks away to the adjoined bathroom.
I hear the water running and in a few minutes he comes back out with a wet wash cloth and begins cleaning me up. As he runs the warm, wet cloth over me the ache that has been there has me looking at him. He carefully and meticulously cleans my folds clean of his semen, I say, “Please, Blake. Will you please let me feel you inside me now?”
He shakes his head and smiles at me. “It’s early yet. Don’t you think?” He climbs back at the end of the bed and positions himself on his knees between my legs again. “Now that I have more control over myself, I can tease you a little bit more.”
Only the head of his dick does he push into me. I gasp as it’s so near to what I crave. “Oh, shit, Blake. All the way in, please,” I moan.
“Uh, uh,” he says as he pushes it in and out with little motions.
Taking my hips in his hands, he lifts me towards him as he slips only the rounded head in and out. Little popping noises I can hear as he does it. My arms are beginning to ache as he pulls me back and forth.
I moan and pull my knees up.
“Baby, please, please. I love you, Blake. I need you inside me. All the way, baby, please.”
He moves, pulling all the way out and runs his hands up my body, leaving little electric rivers as he goes. Past me he goes as he unties me and rubs his hands over each wrist.
I take in a deep breath and then he kisses me. Soft and sweet his lips touch mine. He moves over me and his cock is hard as he rubs it over my aching clit. “Please, Blake. Show me how much you love me, baby. Then I’ll show you how much I love you.”
Slowly he presses his long, hard dick into me and lets out a moan as he does. “Damn it, you feel fucking amazing, baby.” He pulls nearly all the way out and moves back in slow and steady.
Long, slow strokes he makes as if relishing every little bit of me. His arms he wraps around me as he holds me tight to him. “Harder,” I whisper.
One hard stroke he makes. “Mine,” he says with it.
“Yours,” I agree.
Another hard stroke he gives me and his teeth nip my neck. “Mine.”
“Yours.”
Then he lets it all go and pounds into me like it’s all he can think about. My body rises to meet each hard thrust. I want him all, every little bit of him I want touching me.
The way our bodies smack together rings in my ears. It’s as if we are one and the same as our bodies rock together in unison. He lifts his head away from my neck and looks at me as his body tenses. “Mine,” he says between clenched teeth.
My insides melt and I shiver with the intensity of the hard orgasm and his dick bursts inside me, filling me with his semen. “Yours.”
He falls on me and I can feel his body shaking with the release. A happiness I’ve never felt before fills me and I whisper, “I love you, Blake. Let me show you.”
With a groan, he rolls off me onto his back. His dick is veiny and still standing erect. It’s covered in both our juices and I’m watering at the mouth to taste what we taste like together.
Moving in between his legs I run one hand down his dick then place my mouth at the tip. He moans before I even get it inside my mouth. It’s huge and I d
oubt I can take it all in, but I’m going to try.
The first stroke I make goes nearly all the way. I pull back and make sure my tongue presses against the bottom of his dick as I take it into my mouth. He groans and puts his hands in my hair.
I pull back and go down again. It touches the back of my throat and I gag then it goes further. The noise he makes fills me with a joy I’ve never known. I continue to make long strokes as he makes joyful noises.
Blake
Finally! Finally, I feel like Rachelle is really mine. In it for the long haul. Going to be with me forever.
She realized she loved me last night and I can’t wait to make a life with her. I know I told her I would take things slow for her, but I can’t stop myself.
I’m going to ask her to marry me. I’m going to buy us a magnificent mansion right here in Los Angeles. She needs to finish school. She has a year left and I don’t plan on spending it in her tiny apartment.
I’m going to buy her a new car. Something insanely expensive and pretty. Maybe a convertible so her long, black hair can blow in the breeze as she drives it around town.
Rachelle is every bit as beautiful as any of the movies stars and models who live in this town are. I think she needs showcased for a while. Bring that low self-esteem up a few notches.
Getting back into college to finish my degree in business is my top priority for myself. I need to have the knowledge to get Rachelle’s restaurant to where she wants it to be. Where the hell ever she wants that.
I just want to live life right next to her. Forever and always, the ‘me and Rachelle’ show. Her little, perfect body lies next to mine. She sleeps like a woman who has been loved hard and has not a care in the world.
That’s how I plan to keep her, feeling loved and spoiled like the little princess she is. My hand flows over her soft skin as she takes in deep breaths. I wrap myself around her and hold her tight to me.
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