“If you’re done staring at my junior, you could join me…”
His cock was actually bigger than I had thought. It was long and thick—very fleshy, too. I couldn’t wait to do naughty things to his cock.
Blade seemed so caring and concerned about me, it was flattering.
I had not fully settled in the shower when he pulled me straight into his arms. Water rained on us both, drenching, soaking, melding us together.
“Look at me, Kira.” His hands encircled my butt.
I blushed a little but I was still able to look at him.
“I want to make love to you. I can’t get enough of you.” His voice was husky and coarse. His shaft was firm, erect, and full of need.
I licked my lips and stared at his stiff cock. I became ravenous. First, I was going to suck him. I loved how silky and veiny his erection looked.
Quietly, I went on my knees and grabbed his cock firmly between my hands. I started by kissing the head of his shaft and licked the head slowly, before taking his hard steel into my mouth. I used my hands, lips, and tongue to caress his entire length, leaving nothing untouched. Bobbing my head up and down, I alternated sucking with licking the head and shaft and flicked my tongue rapidly around the head. When I gently squeezed the head of his cock between my thumb and forefinger, Blade groaned.
“Enough!” Blade switched off the shower and ordered me into the bedroom.
I gave him one more long lick then obeyed.
He brought thick towels and placed them on the bed. He urged my wet body onto to lie down. I hurriedly removed the bonnet and threw it side.
He lifted my thighs into the air and draped them over his muscular shoulders.
I couldn’t see his face, I could only hear his voice. I was carried away by his caressing hands. Lust consumed my mind, and pleasure rocketed through my body.
I went still and frozen when his lips touched my mound. His tongue led the exploration; he swiped it against my flesh hungrily, licking up the droplets of the nectar that had gathered there.
Blade nibbled, licked, and sucked with deliberate slowness.
I could not hold back my excitement. Any time his mouth neared the hood of my clitoris, I arched my hips higher and wrapped his silky mane around my hand, pushing him harder into my warmth.
This was sweet torture. How long was he going to punish me?
I snapped my eyes open and leaned up on my elbows to peer between my legs.
Blade looked sexy as hell feasting on me. I almost came on the spot. I needed him to touch the tip of my clit with his tongue again, to take some of the fire away. Blade moved lower and flicked it over my sensitive skin. He licked the insides of my slippery folds like his life depended on it, then bit me gently.
“Baby…” he groaned as his hands ascended to the twin towers on my chest. They passed through the valley that stood between my breasts, grabbing one rashly, giving its tip a hard squeeze.
He rolled the nipple gently, then suddenly increased the pressure.
My moans mixed with his grunts and groans.
I felt a mix of excitement and pleasure from his hands.
“I want more… I want you…” Another moan escaped my lips. Why was Blade putting me through all of this?
He moved mouth upwards…channeling his energy to my glory hole causing my juices to rush forward like a fountain, pouring out a silvery jelly, which was pure and sweet.
“Fuck!” Blade grunted out and increased his speed as his wet tongue licked the entrance of my pussy. Blade was close to touching my clit, he was so fucking close.
Blade busied himself in tasting my nectar that was pouring out. I didn’t want anything to inhibit the pleasure I was feeling.
“Please…” I resorted to begging as he wiped all of my juices, leaving my pussy wet and throbbing.
Blade said no words to me. He was entirely in charge.
He raised his head from my mound, and his blue gaze flashed with my brown orbs.
“Please, Blade…just fuck me…please.” I arched my hips towards him.
“Close your eyes,” he ordered.
I obeyed. He was in control, and I liked the things he was doing to me. A smile waded across my mouth as he stared at my face when the bed dipped from his weight as he crawled over me. He placed a light kiss on my forehead, then my nose, and finally on my neck.
“I cannot deny you,” he muttered.
He sucked a swollen nipple into his mouth; first, he suckled on it before he nibbled on it.
I moaned. His sharp teeth brushed my tender nipple, sending a little pain which immediately transformed to pleasure. This was something new I was discovering about myself—the pain got me aroused. I liked a healthy dose of pain, it seemed. His teeth clung to my nipple. His grip increased…my body was on fire. He bit me—harder this time.
I twirled my body, threw my legs in the air out of pure delight, but he ended it abruptly the moment he released the taut nipple.
He adored my soft belly and navel with his mouth. Rolling his tongue into the insides of my bellybutton, sucking, licking, devouring.
I screamed out my frustration. What torture was this pleasurable? What torture was this alluring?
A chuckle escaped from sexy Blade’s lips. He realized he had me begging with need. He parted my pussy lips with his hands and titillated my brown clit. It was fully hard, sharp like an arrow, my insides wet and ready for him.
I opened my eyes and saw him caress his organ. Our eyes met, then his heated stare went to my ass cheeks which glazed from the fountain of my pussy juices. I was wet, oh so wet.
“I can’t wait to get my cock deep inside you,” he gritted out through clenched teeth.
A fire I didn’t know existed spread through my whole body, starting from my legs, spreading to my waist. I bit my lip. Blade increased the pressure on my clitoris; I was going crazy.
Blade replaced his finger with his tongue, taking the full clit into his mouth. He sucked it like a lollipop, savoring the unique taste.
I went still. I had never experienced something like this. My body went numb as I found it hard to give the best reaction. The fire from this sort of pleasuring was all-consuming; it ripped my whole body apart.
He expelled my clitoris slowly then attacked the folds of skin which surrounded it.
“Baby…ahh,” I moaned as he explored my inner skin with his tongue.
He knew I was coming soon. He could surely feel my body tense. His tongue retreated to the pink tunnel of my pussy. He drove his tongue deeper, pushing through the barriers of flesh that stood as the guardians of the love tunnel…then he found my G-spot another time, and all hell let loose and I squirted into his face.
I found my release.
I was surprised when creamy liquid splashed on my belly. I had never squirted before.
Blade rose above me and wiped his face gently with his palms then spread my legs apart. I had not seen this coming. I had thought my delight was over, only for him to fill me up with his huge dick.
A gasp escaped my throat. He plunged deeper and roughly into me. The room was filled with my gentle moans and my loud grunting as he fucked me. Hard.
We both came at the same time. It felt like magic, the way our bodies had entwined with each other, the way we had released at the same time.
“Fuck!” Blade let out a deep, throaty groan.
This was the best sex I’d ever had.
“You liked that?” Blade winked.
“Who wouldn’t? You’re so fucking good.” I caressed his broad chest.
“Really? You’re good, too, you know.” He grinned.
My legs were still weak after my release, but I managed to stand and head to the bathroom. Blade followed then we both got into the shower once again, and when we were done, we dried each other off with the plush towels and headed back into the bedroom.
CHAPTER NINE
KIRA
I didn’t even have a fresh change of clothes to wear this morning. I hated repea
ting clothes. There was no way I could have worn the mini skirt and the jacket, they reeked of sweat and alcohol.
“I could have the hotel send you up some clothes from the shop. What size clothes do you want me to order?” Blade inquired as he sauntered over to pick up the telephone.
“No, don’t bother. I can’t afford new clothes from this expensive hotel. I’ll just wear my clothes back to my motel and change there.”
“Kira, I wasn’t asking you to buy anything. I got you, sweetheart.” Blade gave me a daring glance over his shoulder.
I shook my head. “No, I can’t allow you to spend money on me like that.” I didn’t want to feel like a two-bit slut being compensated for having sex with him. Scorching sex, too, but I couldn’t do it. I kept those thoughts to myself.
Blade blew out a harsh breath and replaced the telephone back in its cradle. “Stop staring like that Kira.”
“Staring like what?” I bristled under his intense glare.
“Stop overthinking last night. Last night and this morning were wonderful, and I like you a lot. If it will make you feel more comfortable, maybe you can wear something of mine. I’ll have your clothes sent to the cleaner’s here. It won’t take long to have them laundered and pressed.”
Now that idea seemed more feasible. Besides, I wanted to wear Blade’s clothes. I craved to know what it felt like to wear something personal to Blade. I was so happy and content after our lovemaking session. I knew I was glowing, and all thanks were to Blade Benefield.
“Okay, thanks,” I replied.
He ambled over to the walk-in closet and came and dropped one of his shirts on the bed next to where I was seated.
“A Trash Monkeys’ tee-shirt?” I glowed inwardly and picked up the shirt. I would treasure this tee-shirt for as long as I lived.
“Yeah, baby.” He winked and jumped into bed beside me.
“I must say you have beautiful breasts.” He eyed my perky peaks.
“Thanks,” I muttered and pulled the shirt over my head. I knew it was big enough to fall below my knees.
Blade’s cell phone buzzed, and he rolled over to grab it off the bedside table.
“Speak,” he directed to whoever was on the other end of the phone line. “Hey, Trisha.” He smiled, and for some reason I became jealous. “Hold on a minute,” he told her and slid on his underwear before walking out onto the balcony.
I guessed he needed privacy to talk to her, so I got up to go into the bathroom. An extra toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste sat on top of the counter, so I made use of it. Two minutes later, I reentered the room to find Blade making a call this time around.
“Um, what would you like to have for breakfast?” he asked me.
I shrugged. “I’ll have whatever you’re having. I’m not picky,” I replied but wondered what Blade and Trisha talked about. Did she want to know why he wasn’t in her bed last night?
He nodded and spoke into the receiver. “I want two Belgian waffle breakfasts with orange double cream, raspberries, and softly scrambled eggs. Fresh squeezed orange juice to drink,” Blade said to the person on the phone.
“You know, I heard you were a ladies’ man and you’re free with spreading your goods around.” I remembered the scrawny girl at the gas station and our conversation. I also thought about the rumor of him and Trish Truitt being lovers.
“Where did you get that?” Blade laughed. “You can’t believe everything you hear, Kira. These tabloids make me sick with their lies.” A look of disgust momentarily crossed his face.
“Never mind. But not all tabloids are bad,” I replied. Damn, I’d been all caught up in Blade until Trisha had called and slammed me back into reality.
“That’s not my take on them, but enough about those hounds. I would love to know you better,” Blade responded, and I became quiet.
I wasn’t expecting Blade’s animosity with the press and I surely wasn’t expecting him wanting to know me better.
Right, I was not the kind of girl who slept with a guy because of money or fame, but I didn’t think a rock star like Blade Benefield would be interested in a woman like me. I never expected in a zillion years to have as much fun with someone like him and pleasure at the same time.
“Is this because—” I paused and inhaled.
“It’s not about the sex. We’re both mature, consenting adults. We’ve had sex before with other people. There’s just something about you, Kira Martin. It’s like a spell, an attraction you’ve weaved on me. The moment I set eyes on you, I felt like I had seen a goddess.”
I was speechless. I had nothing to say in return.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Our breakfast had arrived, I presumed.
“Let me get the door.” Blade pulled on a robe and sauntered out of the bedroom.
“Come on in,” Blade said.
I overhead him thanking the server who brought us breakfast. Blade returned to the bed rolling in a cart with a large tray that had two silver domes covering our plates.
“Yummy.” My appetite was entirely restored as I stared at the array of food in front of us. The waffles were light and fluffy, just the way I liked it. I forked a piece into my mouth and chewed.
“So, you were saying?” I glanced up at him, and he grinned.
“Would you give me the chance to know you more, Kira?” He was looking at me directly now, but he wasn’t smiling.
This made me realize he was serious about wanting to know me better.
“You want us to like, start dating? Be in a relationship?” I had to be sure of what he really wanted. You could be just friends with somebody and know everything about them. But I knew we could never be platonic friends; a boundary had been crossed.
“Yes. I want to date you,” Blade returned instantly.
I scooped up a bite of scrambled eggs with my fork. I had tasted regular waffles before, but these thick Belgian waffles with cream were on another level altogether. I’d never eaten a breakfast that tasted this delicious. Even the eggs were incredibly tasty. The salt and the spices were just adequate. I savored the eggs, closing my eyes and taking in the light aroma of nutmeg and thyme that was used to spice it. I enjoyed my food while I slowly mulled over what Blade was saying to me.
“I want us to date, but we have to keep it between us and out of the press because of my career,” he continued.
“Why? Because I’m just a small-town girl and not fit enough to be your Hollywood-style lover?” I felt scorned.
“Nah…because of the vultures.” He shook his head.
“Vultures?” I was lost.
“Vultures are journalists. They are always hungry and conniving, looking for the next big story. They are lying slanderers. They don’t even care about the truth most of the time. All they are after is traffic, to make a hit and have more money at the expense of some other person’s sanity.”
I cringed as I learned of his opinion on journalists but covered it up by picking some raspberries up and pretending to admire their bright red color. I popped one into my mouth and squashed it with my tongue; its nectar filled my mouth with sweetness.
Blade was not aware that I was a journalist; I decided not to tell him. Starburst hadn’t even mentioned it. What was the point of ruining a beautiful time with a rock star who I really liked and respected?
I would just continue with him and see where things went. After all, who could turn down a date with a smoking-hot guy like Blade Benefield? I gleefully smiled because if Blade wanted to date me, it meant the tabloids had gotten it wrong—he wasn’t dating Trisha Truitt after all.
CHAPTER TEN
THREE DAYS LATER…
KIRA
I agreed to date Blade but didn’t have all the answers to how a long-distance relationship would work. Other people did the long-distance things all the time, so maybe there was hope for us, too. I also decided to keep things on the down-low just as Blade requested. I was so thrilled by the thought of him wanting me to be a part of his life. Me, a simple w
oman like me. I was never going to be the same again.
Blade was the most romantic guy ever; he knew the right things to say. He knew the right gifts to buy. He even paid the valet to go get my rental car and my few belongings that were at the City Beach Hotel to bring back to the Four Seasons. I even got permission to expand my trip into a working vacation since Blade had some time off before an upcoming tour. My stroke of good fortune was too good to believe.
I even went shopping, alone that was, because Blade would have gotten mobbed by the throng of fans always hovering around to get to a member of the band.
My mornings were filled with joy and expectation as each day ended up with a surprise from Blade while the nights were full of pleasurable sex.
Blade decided that our first date would be in a town between the Trash Monkeys destination and my hometown. This actually made sense to me.
You know, I didn’t really blame Blade for being so media conscious, but I was not comfortable with the generalization. For instance, I found no delight in publishing stories that were untrue and would eventually hurt the other party. Though I favored celebrity gossip, I always made sure what I wrote held a more significant, positive content than negative.
“Are you ready for our date?” Blade asked while getting dressed in a pair of loose-fitting polo jeans and a black tee-shirt. He tied his long black hair back into a ponytail.
I pushed the disturbing thoughts out of my job from my mind and replied, “I can’t wait to go on our date. Thank you for the perfume, by the way,” I added.
Blade had bought me some ridiculously expensive French perfumes. My clothes weren’t expensive, but I wore one of the outfits I’d bought earlier, the one Blade really liked.
“It was made for you.” Those were the first words that came out of his mouth the day I stepped into the simple, mid-thigh, buttoned-down jean dress with a yellow belt. I wore a cute pair of chunky-heeled ankle boots to complement my outfit.
We were going to a movie theatre, so I decided to go nude with my makeup.
“So what are we watching?” I asked. I didn’t have time to look at the tickets.
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