by Young, M. L.
“Can I ask you something?” I asked.
“Certainly. What is it?” he asked.
“Has Blake said anything about me recently?” I asked.
“No, I don’t believe he has. How come you ask?” Gustav asked.
“No reason,” I said, smiling.
“Have a good night,” he said.
“You too,” I said, before walking over to the elevator.
I buzzed up and Blake cleared me as I stepped inside the elevator, clutch in hand, and rode up to his floor. How could he not say anything about me this entire time? I never expected him to spill his guts, but not even a mention? Not even my name and nothing else? It made me wonder just how much he even missed me.
“So, you decided to come,” Blake said, as he stood in front of the elevator doors once they opened.
“You only live once, or so they say,” I said, as I walked off.
“Would you like something to drink?” he asked.
“Just a water,” I said, as I walked over to the couch.
“I thought we’d go—”
“I’m fine here, thanks,” I said, as I interrupted him.
He brought over a bottle of imported water and handed it to me, taking one for himself. I broke open the cap and took a few sips before closing it and setting it on the table in front of me. I looked at him, and he looked at me, as I tried to get inside his head.
“So, you miss me, huh?” I asked.
“Of course. Don’t you miss me?” he asked.
“I guess. I’ve been really busy, so I’ve had my mind pretty occupied,” I said.
“Well, I have missed seeing you,” he said.
“What about me did you miss?” I asked.
“Well, just about everything. I missed waking up beside you, going out with you, talking to you, and you know, other things,” he said, with a smile.
I tried not to say a word as his words clashed with Nicolette’s nagging suggestions in my head. Was he just trying to get me naked? How could I trust that he was being sincere? What if he was just saying what he thought I wanted to hear? What if Nicolette was right? What if I just needed to give him a taste of his own medicine? I didn’t want to be malicious, necessarily, but rather to just let him know that what he did wasn’t cool. It didn’t matter as much if he didn’t mean to do it in the end. He still did it, and I couldn’t just give him a week or two of silent treatment as punishment. I needed to make him feel my pain.
“I think I may have acted rashly,” I said.
“Oh?” he said, as he perked up a little.
“I can understand why you did what you did, and although I don’t agree with it, I wonder if I acted too hastily and didn’t give you a chance to explain yourself. You were right that people deserve a second chance, and that’s where I’m leaning right now,” I said.
“I have to admit, I didn’t think it would go like this tonight. I wasn’t expecting you to say that,” he said.
“What can I say? I think you’ll find I have a lot of surprises,” I said with a smile, before taking a sip of my water.
“I know this is sort of sudden, but would you like to stay over tonight? I think it would be nice,” he said.
“I have work in the morning, or else I would,” I said.
“Work?” he asked, in a surprised tone.
“Yes, work. The thing people do to make money,” I said.
“You don’t need that. I told you I’d take care of things,” he said.
“Yeah, you said that when we were seeing one another. That ended, so I got a job at a department store,” I said.
“Quit it,” he said.
“I can’t just quit,” I said.
“Yes, you can. I’d rather you not work in a place like that. I think after what happened, especially, you deserve to be pampered for a little bit and have things taken care of. If you still want a job upon graduation, that’s fine. I understand completely,” Blake said.
Did I dare let him do this? I almost felt like I was using and extorting him in a weird way. I knew I wasn’t, but I also knew that I wasn’t going into this, at least right now, with the purest of intentions. I was doing what other women did to him, and something he didn’t care for. He did hurt me in a way that no other man ever had and likely never would, though. I guess I was going to quit that job anyway. I could just let somebody else have it.
“Okay, I guess I can do that. I’m not happy about it, but it’s okay,” I said.
“So, tell me, what made you decide to come over here tonight?” Blake asked, as he came closer to me on the couch.
“I guess I was interested in what could’ve been,” I said.
“You mean what can be?” he asked.
“Potentially. I don’t know yet. After all, you did hurt me pretty badly,” I said.
“Let me make it up to you,” he said, running his fingers through my hair.
“I’m not sure you can,” I said.
“Oh, I think I can, Penelope. I think I can make you feel good,” he said.
“As good as Tyler?” I asked, looking over at him.
I obviously had never had sex with Tyler or ever wanted to, but Blake didn’t know that. He had no idea what I’d been doing since we split, and for all he knew I’d had crazy sex with Tyler every single night. Putting a spike of jealously into Blake Hunter was something I was going to relish.
“So, you slept with him, huh?” he asked.
“I didn’t say that. A girl doesn’t kiss and tell, does she?” I asked.
“You know, there’s only one way to find out how much better I am than him,” Blake said softly.
“The problem with that is that I’ve already been there and done that. There’s nothing you can do to surprise me, Blake,” I said.
Blake leaned in, his lips close to my ear. I could feel the humidity of his bated breath against me as I tried to keep myself together. Of course I wanted him, badly, but I wasn’t about to give him that ammunition to work with. It was my turn to wield the gun, and I planned on using it.
“Why don’t you let me see if I can surprise you?” he whispered.
I bit my lower lip as I looked to the right so he couldn’t see my face. He was so fucking charming, even when I didn’t want him to be. I hated that he could do this to me, but at the same time, I fucking loved it. I knew riling him up was the only way, and I also knew what it meant for me. It meant blow-my-brains-out sex that would keep me satisfied into the next millennium.
Blake’s lips softly kissed my neck. I closed my eyes, my skin tingling, as his hand on my bare thigh gave me goose bumps. I tried to stay neutral, not showing my excitement, both mentally and sexually, but I almost couldn’t resist. I needed that big dick, and I needed it now.
I turned my head, breaking the seal of his lips against my neck, and he leaned in, his eyes closing, and pressed his lips against mine. I didn’t relent, instead pushing back and feeling his tongue wrestle with mine. I could taste traces of salsa on his tongue before I swallowed and took in a little air. His hand, still on my thigh, gripped me harder and I felt his fingers push into my flesh. Fucking Christ, he still had it.
I put my left hand up to his jaw and cupped it, feeling it moving as he kissed me. My hand quickly drifted, running through his hair. I could feel the product glaze my fingers as I gripped it a little. I pulled his hair back a little, making him flash the tiniest smile as I continued to kiss him.
I felt empowered as I climbed into his lap and straddled him right on his couch. I grabbed both of his hands, which tried to wander, and pinned them to the back cushion as I tasted every breath he tried to take. I felt like a black widow about to devour her prey, and for the first time in my life, I felt dominant.
He tried to move his hands away, presumably to grab my ass, but I didn’t let him, as I hummed “no” and pushed them back. I could feel his bulge growing in his pants under me as I sat down on top of it and helped it get even bigger.
“Getting big for me?” I asked, as I p
ulled back.
“Getting huge for you,” he replied.
I smiled, before letting go of his hands and taking off my jean jacket. I tossed it on the floor as his hands gripped my ass. He pulled me a little closer, and I pushed my hands against the back cushion to keep myself upright.
Stabilizing myself, I slung my arms through the top of my dress and pulled it down past my cleavage before unclasping my bra from behind. I pulled it off, tossed it on the ground, and watched in pleasure as his eyes widened.
“Damn, I missed these,” he said, before he went to grab one with his left hand.
“No hands,” I said, as I slapped it away.
He put his hand back on my ass with a smile before leaning forward and looking up at me while he sucked on my nipple. I ran my fingers through his hair again as I felt his warm tongue flicker against my hardening nipple. His hands squeezed the life out of my ass before he slapped it and I felt the ripples spread through my cheeks. I smiled, letting out a flirtatious laugh, before pushing his face further into my cleavage.
I could tell he wanted to say something, like asking me where this came from, and quite honestly, I didn’t have a good answer. All I knew was there was a fire inside me right now that couldn’t be extinguished. I needed him. I needed it.
As if he’d had enough, he pushed me onto the couch and mounted me. I spread my legs open as he put himself between them and kissed me. He put his left hand on my cheek as our tongues danced. I felt up and down his body before I started to unbutton his dress shirt, one button at a time. With it open, I felt every bump of his abs like I was discovering them again for the first time. It was like we were discovering something new that neither of us had experienced with the other before.
With my dress hiked up above my spread legs, he pushed my left leg against the cushion and his right hand snuck up under the fabric. With his palm holding down my thigh, his thumb pressed against my clit before starting to rotate.
I let out a soft moan before starting to breathe heavier. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter the longer he went, as the hairs on the back of my neck stood up straight and my pussy begged for him.
I ran my fingers down his abs before stopping at his belt buckle and tugging on it gently. He didn’t say a word, instead kept kissing me, as I unclasped it and pulled it apart. I grabbed his waistband before unbuttoning his pants and unzipping them, and he leaned back a little and let them fall to the ground. I opened my eyes and peeked down at his bulge in his stone gray boxer briefs, a little of his precum soaking through the front.
I ran the palm of my hand against him as I felt him through his briefs. He was so big, and I, seemingly so small in comparison. I knew I wouldn’t have any problems making him fit, especially now. I would do whatever it took to accommodate him. Every inch of him.
He pushed my panties to the side before his thick thumb rolled around my lips and got wet off me. He put his forehead against mine, opening his eyes, as I bit my lower lip once more and pulled down his briefs. With them resting just below his balls, I grabbed his shaft and started tugging on it as I felt him grow more in my hand, which I didn’t think was possible. He leaned forward, kissing my neck, as he put one knee on the cushion and got closer to me. I reached forward even more, this time with both hands, and wrapped them around his cock’s intense girth and length.
He pulled away, my hands leaving him, before getting down on his knees and pulling my panties off. I lifted my ass in the air as he got them past it before he tossed them aside and put my feet on the cushion. I looked down, knowing what was coming next, unable to prepare myself before his tongue flickered against my clit.
“Shit,” I moaned.
His tongue moved around me as I felt the vibrations from his soft moans against my skin. His hand moved inwards, his middle finger out, as it pressed against me and slowly entered me. I’d almost forgotten what he felt like inside me, and he wasn’t even technically inside me yet. At least not the part of him I wanted, anyway.
My right hand gripped the back of his head as I pushed him a little further in. He didn’t relent, instead wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking as I thrust my head back into the cushion. He moaned as he sucked on my clit and I curled my toes before resting my legs on his shoulders. He looked up at me, locking eyes, turning me on even more than I already was.
“I need to taste you,” I said, before his mouth left me.
He stood up, his cock as straight as a flagpole. I inched forward to the edge of the cushion and grabbed it like my life depended on it. I looked up at him as I slid it into my mouth and started to push it down as far as I could go.
His left eyebrow rose as he pulled off his dress shirt and tossed it to the side. Letting go, I grabbed the sides of my dress and pulled it up as he helped me get it fully off. The floor-to-ceiling windows must’ve painted a pretty view for some lucky soul in a building nearby.
I massaged his balls with my left hand as my right had trouble wrapping all the way around him to keep him stable. I pushed down as far as I could go, almost gagging myself, before I peeked down and saw his toes curling in pleasure.
“Finger yourself while you suck my dick,” he said.
I let go of his balls and started to feel myself. My pussy was so wet I thought I was dripping onto his leather couch. He reached down, cupping my tits, as he squeezed my nipples just hard enough that I knew he was there. His cock, like candy in my mouth, started to fit perfectly as I almost unhinged my jaw to fit him in.
Blake grabbed my hair and wrapped it around his fingers to keep it away from my mouth and used it to guide me to the speed he wanted. I looked up at him, my eyes wincing, as he pushed his cock down my throat and moaned before pulling it out and letting me gasp for air, a string of white spit connecting us.
“Enough of this,” he said, in a deep voice. “I want you.”
“Then take me.”
“I don’t have anything here,” he said.
“Here,” I said, opening my bag and digging for the condom Nicolette had given me earlier. Was I glad for that.
I shoved it into his hands before he unwrapped it and rolled it down his pulsing cock. I watched the latex stretch to accommodate him. Without even asking to leave the open room, he pushed his thighs against mine and waited as his cock hung over me.
“Spit,” he said, as he held out his hand.
Looking up at him with lust-filled eyes, I spit into his hand before he used it to lube himself up. His latex-wrapped dick now glistening, he kneeled down and pushed the tip against me. My eyes half closed, he started to push into me and stretch every bit of my pussy to hold him.
“Fuck,” I moaned, as I spread my legs apart a little further.
“God, you’re still so tight,” he said, as he looked down.
“Because you haven’t been around to make me not tight,” I whispered, which only made him even crazier.
My hair swung as Blake started to thrust. Every single push made me accommodate him even more, though I supposed I could attribute a lot of it to the amount of my own lube I was providing. There’s nothing in this world like having a sexy man with a big cock fuck you like he paid for it. I guess in some ways, though, Blake was going to pay for it.
With my tits bouncing, he reached forward and grabbed my left one as he squeezed it like it was his first time feeling it. I put my hand on top of his, pushing it further in, as we locked eyes and didn’t let go.
He leaned forward, pushing my legs back, before his lips, his tasty, strong lips, pressed against mine. We made out passionately as I felt his balls slap against me. Why did I let myself miss out on this? It was almost too good to let go.
“Fuck me harder,” I whispered in his ear.
He picked up the pace, his knees bent, as I let out a quick moan every time he pushed himself all the way in. It only lasted for a second, maybe a half of one, and it felt the same blissful way it did the first time I got a taste of it.
“Come on, harder,” I ordered, a
s I saw a surprised look in his eyes that I’d rarely seen.
I wondered how he felt about me telling him what to do. After all, he was Blake Hunter. He was the one always after control, but how did he feel being the one losing it?
He pulled out, sweat dripping down his cut chest and onto the floor. He sat down next to me, grabbed me by the hips and pulled me on top of him, reverse cowgirl style. With my back to him, I reached back and put my hands against him for stability. I hadn’t tried this move yet, but I had to admit I saw it once in a porno a few months ago.
He reached in front of him and grabbed his shaft before helping guide it into me. I bent down, sliding onto it, before my lips gripped it and I started to bounce on top of him.
I arched my back as he reached forward and grabbed my hips. My eyes closed, I moaned loudly as I felt his cock inside of me in a way I hadn’t quite felt it before. I could feel my juices drip down the remainder of his shaft that wasn’t inside me and onto his tanned balls.
“Yes,” I moaned.
His hands left my hips before drifting upwards and cupping my jiggling tits. I smiled and bit my lower lip as he put my sensitive pink nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and twisted them gently. I loved it when he played with me like that. It was just the right amount of pain to get me going without hurting me.
His left hand stayed on my breast as his right hand, falling downwards, wrapped around front and he pressed his middle finger against my clit. He rubbed it as I tensed my abs and felt it coming. It was too much for my shy little body. I needed release, and I knew it was coming.
“Don’t stop,” I moaned, as my breathing became shallow.
He didn’t, as he neither picked up speed nor slowed down. He stayed right in the zone, which only set me off further. I felt my body tingling as my pussy, which felt tender to the touch, started to quiver under his control. I bit my lower lip harder, holding back my moans, as I clenched my eyes shut and tensed my abs.
“Fuck, yes,” I screamed, as I slowed down my pace and started to slide off his dick.
My body still on top of his, I felt myself cream as I could barely even support my weight any longer. The surge of ecstasy rushed through my weakened body and I could feel Blake under me trying to hold himself back.