That Man 3

by Nelle L’Amour

  Because they’re making love to the sky.”

  “Lighting it up,” I replied dreamily, my eyes focused on the many constellations above us.

  He drew me closer. Passion sparked in his eyes. “Jennifer McCoy, you are my moon and shining star. My universe.”

  In a breath, I was sitting on top of him. Riding him to the heavens. Lighting him up. Lighting myself up.

  We came together like comets flaring and whispered, in unison, three celestial words.

  “I love you.”

  Chapter 12

  Jennifer

  I woke up to the sound of crashing waves and squawking gulls. Blinking my eyes open, I was still nestled in naked bliss against Blake’s warm chest. One arm was wrapped around me, the other draped across the duvet. I swiveled my head and gazed at him. God, he was beautiful. His lush lips were parted slightly and strands of his bedhead hair fell forward onto his forehead. The morning sunlight beamed through the bedroom’s wraparound windows and cast him in a golden haze. I couldn’t help tracing my finger around his lightly stubbled jaw. He stirred and then his long-lashed eyelids flittered. Opening one eye at a time, he met my gaze.

  “Hi.” His raspy morning voice was sexy as sin as was the adorable lopsided smile that accompanied it.

  “Hi,” I echoed. I sounded like a shy kindergartener meeting her teacher on the first day of school. I just couldn’t believe all this was real. That this was happening to me.

  Keeping his half-closed, contemplative eyes trained on me, he circled my lips with his index finger. The ticklish sensation sent a jolt of tingles to my already heated center. On the second rotation, my lips clamped down on his deft finger and sucked it. A sound, something between a hum and a moan, filled the back of my throat.

  “Oh, baby,” he moaned back. “You’re fucking turning me on.”

  Expecting him to fuck me on the spot, he bolted up to a sitting position, taking me with him. He massaged my shoulders and breathed against my neck. “C’mon. Let’s take a shower together.”

  With a smack of his lips against mine, he rolled off the bed and rose to his feet. My eyes traveled down his swoon-worthy body, with its chiseled six pack and perfect pelvic V that led to his rippled thighs and outrageous thick length. My gaze stayed glued on the latter. To say he was endowed was an un­der­state­ment.

  “What are you staring at?” That cocky smile flashed on his ravishing face.

  “You.” I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment and impulsively flung the covers over my head.

  With a swoosh, the covers came off. He was hovering above me. All six foot three of his manly gorgeousness.

  “You can stare at me all you want in the shower. Now, come on.”

  Before I could say a word, I was in his arms, being carried away to our first New Year’s Day activity.

  The guest bathroom was amazing. I’d never seen one like it except in those high-priced design magazines I peeked at while waiting in the supermarket checkout line. It was seriously bigger than my living room—all creamy tranquil marble with travertine floors and state-of-the-art fixtures. There was even a chaise lounge and a fireplace. A huge freestanding porcelain tub stood before a window overlooking the ocean, and by another, stood a glass-encased shower stall, the size of my bedroom. In fact, bigger.

  Blake opened the shower door and set me down. He turned on several faucets and powerful jets of water sprayed me from everywhere. Blake drew me against him, my back to his chest. I could feel his erection against me.

  “Are you going to fuck me?” I asked as he soaped me up and nuzzled my shoulders.

  “Not until I do this first, tiger.”

  The soap fell out of his hand onto the slick marble floor, and I suddenly felt a slippery fingertip at my backdoor. I let out a yelp.

  “Have you ever been touched here?” he asked.

  “No,” I gasped. Seriously, did he even have to ask?

  “I want you to relax. It’s just my finger. We’ll take it slow and easy. And I’m going to make it so you love it.” He kissed the nape of my neck and then purred. “This is all about you.”

  I tensed as he slowly slid his finger up my passage. A groan escaped my throat. And my flesh trembled.

  “Does it hurt?”

  “Just a little.” Honestly, it was a weird, good kind of hurt. I just wasn’t used to it.

  “That’s normal. You’re so fucking tight. Don’t worry, tiger. I’m going to loosen you up.”

  He slid his finger, lubricated from the soap, back down. As he gently pushed it back up, a finger of his other hand descended on my clit. He began to vigorously rub it.

  “Oh, Blake!” I moaned, arching my body.

  “Does that help?”

  “Oh, yes.” It was true. The divine pleasure between my thighs was allowing me to loosen up and enjoy what was going on behind.

  “That’s what I thought. A new year. A new sensation.”

  In my mind’s eye, I could see the sexy smirk on his face. To be truthful, I’d never experienced a sensation like this. Though I’d had the little vibrating egg up my butt, this was different. I squeezed my eyes shut and let myself soak in the intensity of the pleasure. I was getting used to his finger in my butt. The unfamiliar yet fulfilling fullness. He continued to butt finger me and rub my clit for several minutes. I could still feel his hard length rub against me. Little whimpers spilled from my mouth.

  “Okay, baby, now we’re going to take it up a notch.” I bucked against him as he removed his deft finger from my clit and plunged it into my pussy.

  “Oh my God!” I shrieked. He was pussy fingering me and butt fingering in tandem. The pressure was insane, especially when his fingers almost met. I was falling apart at the seams. My orgasm crescendoed. I couldn’t hold back. My body trembled against his as I screamed my release. I felt like I’d broken into a million beautiful pieces.

  Removing his fingers, Blake held me steady and nibbled my neck. “My father always says it’s better to give than receive. Now, baby, I’m going to fuck you like there’s no tomorrow.”

  *

  It was the most outrageous shower I’d ever taken. Each time Blake fucked me, he brought me to a place I’d never been before. Making me feel glorious sensations that were new to me and titillating. I never knew before what my body was capable of. We’d ended the year with a bang, and now we’d started the new one with an even bigger one.

  Buzzing all over, I wrapped myself in the thick white Gloria’s Secret terry cloth robe that Gloria had thoughtfully left for me. I towel dried my hair as Blake, with just a towel wrapped dangerously low around his narrow hips, splashed on some GS Men’s cologne. It smelled divine—spicy with a hint of vanilla. He glanced at himself in the mirror and ruffled his hand through his wet hair. I guess he wasn’t going to blow dry his hair or shave. The extra layer of stubble that surrounded his kissable lips made him even sexier.

  “Hey, I’m going to make us some breakfast. Just put on a bathing suit and meet me downstairs.”

  “Are we going to the beach?”

  “That’s the plan,” he said with a wink.

  “I can’t wait.” I was truly excited. It looked like perfect weather to catch some rays and jump some waves.

  After a quick kiss, Blake slipped out of the bathroom. I found an elastic and gathered my damp hair into a ponytail. I brushed my teeth and doused myself with the Gloria’s Secret SPF 30 moisturizer that was sitting on the marble counter beside a whole slew of beauty products. Gloria was so generous and thoughtful. I made myself a mental note to send her a handwritten thank-you note when I got home along with a gift. Maybe a picture frame or something cute for the twins.

  It was actually good to have a little alone time apart from Blake. I studied my reflection in the mirror and smiled. My complexion glowed. And not just from the long, hot shower. It was deeper than that. I’d never looked so happy. Blake Burns had not only awoken my sexuality, but he’d also lit up my heart. Bradley had never made me feel this way. Ou
r relationship was rooted in friendship and routine. And in the end, deceit. My relationship with Blake was rooted in passion, adventure, and honesty. We were quickly becoming best friends as well as lovers. The deep-seated love I felt for him couldn’t be measured or put into words. I so hoped we’d figure out a way to move forward once we settled back to work. Having this gorgeous sex god only a thin wall away from me was daunting. I shuddered at the thought. But as he always said, where there’s a will, there’s a way.

  Back in the bedroom, I donned one of the string bikinis Gloria had given me. The black one. It fit me perfectly, the halter-top exposing my pert breasts just the right amount and the high-cut bottom making my long, lean legs look even longer. I slipped my bare feet into the sparkly flip-flops and, at the last minute, threw on one of Blake’s collarless white shirts over my bathing suit.

  I could smell the intoxicating scent of him on my body. The high thread count Egyptian cotton felt delicious against my skin. The shirttail trailed to my mid thighs and I left it unbuttoned. Oddly, as sexy as the Gloria’s Secret lingerie was, wearing Blake’s shirt made me feel sexier. It was as if I was part of him and he was part of me.

  The aroma of fresh coffee mixed with something delicious drifted in the air. I inhaled deeply. Breakfast. My hungry stomach growled.

  I galloped downstairs and found Blake in the kitchen. Clad in navy blue swim shorts, he was standing before a built-in grill with his bare back to me, flipping pancakes. There was something so sexy about watching a man cook. Especially someone as sexy as Blake.

  I inhaled again through my nose, absorbing the mouthwatering mixture of aromas. “Mmm. Everything smells so good!”

  “Hope you like pancakes and sausage,” he said as he caught the pancake he’d just flipped on his spatula.

  “How do you do that?” I ambled over to him. My shoulder blade rubbed against his flexed bicep.

  “It’s easy. Let me show you.”

  He stepped behind me and wrapped his arms around me. Skimming my breasts, he put the spatula into my right hand and slipped it under one of the pancakes. With my wrist in one hand and a breast cupped in the other, he said, “Okay on the count of three, toss the pancake into the air, keep your eyes on it, and the spatula steady just above the grill. Ready?”

  I nodded, concentrating on the task at hand. It wasn’t easy when he was tweaking my nipple beneath the fabric of my shirt and getting me hot and bothered yet again.

  “Good. One… two… three.”

  I did as he instructed, and trained my unblinking eyes on the pancake I’d flipped. Bingo! It landed smack on the spatula. “Yes!” I shouted out triumphantly.

  “Nice one,” replied Blake as he helped me transfer the pancake to a nearby platter. It was stacked with perfectly round golden pancakes.

  “Okay, now let’s see you do one all by yourself.”

  “No problemo,” I said with an air of smug confidence. I’ll show him.

  But as I shifted the spatula under another pancake, his right hand joined his left on the unoccupied breast. He began to knead them, squeezing and circling. My nipples hardened beneath the fabric of my bikini and sent arousal straight to my core. A hot shiver shot down my spine as I felt his own arousal pressing against my backside. Oh, God!

  And then one hand slid under my bikini bottom and made a beeline for my clit. That did it. With a loud moan, I flipped the pancake. It went flying and landed two feet away from me on the bleached hardwood floor.

  “Fuck!” I wasn’t sure if I was reacting to my cooking faux pas or to what was cooking between my legs. Things were heating up quickly. And as if things couldn’t get more out of control, I squirmed and accidentally knocked over the bowl of batter. Crash! While the ceramic bowl didn’t break, a pool of the goo spread all around my feet. Fumbling for the nearby roll of paper towels, I crouched and got down on my hands and knees to clean up the mess I’d made.

  “I’m sorry,” I groaned, impossibly trying to blotch up the gooey mess. I saturated one paper towel after another. Why did I have to be Calamity Jen?

  “Don’t be.” I could hear amusement in Blake’s voice. “I love seeing a woman on her hands and knees.”

  “I’ve totally fucked up breakfast.”

  “No you haven’t. Breakfast is about to be served.”

  Before I could say a word, Blake hit the floor, and in one smooth move, spread my legs and yanked down my bikini bottoms. Kneeling behind me, my ass raised in the air and legs parted, he penetrated my pussy, inch by delicious inch. I let out a loud moan.

  “You’ve been a bad student,” he growled.

  “I’m sorry,” I squeaked as he began to pound into me from behind. My breasts and ponytail dusted the spilled batter as I rocked my hips to meet his thrusts.

  “You need to be punished.”

  Without warning, I felt a light sting on one of my butt cheeks. I yelped. He slapped me again a little harder. He wasn’t using his hand. It was the spatula.

  He continued to slap my bottom as he ground into me. The pain mixed with the pleasure. Erotic moans and groans escaped my throat. It felt incredible!

  “You like that,” he breathed with a deliciously painful yank of my ponytail that lifted my head away the floor.

  I simply nodded as my pussy gripped his hot pumping cock. He was hitting my G-spot again and again. I squeezed my eyes shut as my orgasm rose inside me. Upon another hard yank of my ponytail, I screamed and imploded.

  “Fuck!” shouted Blake as his own powerful release met mine. He folded himself on top of me, and after our breathing steadied, lifted me up so I was sitting back on my heels, in his arms.

  I pivoted my head around to face him. A mischievous glint flickered in his eyes, and a wicked smile curled on his lips. Holding me in one arm, he dipped a long index finger into the batter and then put it to my lips.

  “Suck,” he ordered.

  “Mmm,” I moaned as my mouth curled around his fingertip and savored the sweetness. He licked off the little bit that got on my lips.

  “Mmm,” he repeated. “You’re delicious enough to eat. Turn around and take off my shirt.”

  I did as he asked, slipping his shirt off my shoulders, and faced him. I studied his features. That maddening mouth was twisted and those blue eyes twinkled with mischief. Oh yeah. Mr. Bad Boy was up to something. In the blink of an eye, he tore off my bikini top and fastened it around my head like a blindfold.

  “Blake, I can’t see.”

  “That’s the point. Now, don’t move,” he said as I heard him scramble to his feet.

  Every muscle in my body twitched in anticipation of what was next.

  When his warm breath heated my face, I knew he was back on the floor. An unexpected ticklish sensation overtook my senses. He was drizzling a warm liquid on me. He began on my neck, and slowly, the liquid made its way down my chest to my breasts. The sweet familiar smell penetrated my nose. Holy shit. He was dousing me in maple syrup. He circled my nipples with the molten liquid and then let it drip on the tips. My back involuntarily arched and I let out a moan.

  “Do you like this?” he purred.

  “Oh yes,” I purred back.

  “You look so edible.”

  In a heated breath, his velvet lips and tongue were on my breasts, sucking and licking the sweet syrup. Oh God! I could feel my own sweet syrup pooling between my legs.

  “This is the best fucking pancake breakfast ever,” he murmured into my cleavage after laving it. “And it’s only going to get better.”

  With his mouth still clinging to my tit, he trickled maple syrup down my torso, over my ribs, and then poured it into the pit of my navel. He trailed his tongue slowly down my body, lapping up the syrup. The tip dipped into my navel and flicked the little basin. Oh, God! I never knew how sensitive this part of my body was. Goose bumps exploded across my skin.

  “Mmm. You’re so fucking delicious,” he said breathily. “Breakfast may be my new favorite meal.”

  In my mind’s eye, I could s
ee the pleasure etched on his face. It was as delicious for me as it was for him. I moaned wordlessly.

  “Now, I want to taste your sweet pussy.” He spread my legs.

  A gasp escaped my lips. And a shiver ran down my spine as the maple syrup dripped down my body and made its way to my quivering pussy. I could feel him pour a generous amount. He used his fingers to rub it across my sensitive folds. It mixed with the sweet syrup that already coated my cleft. I couldn’t stop moaning.

  Still blindfolded, I felt his warm breath between my legs, heating me. “Oh, baby, you smell so good. So sweet. I’m going to eat you.”

  My head fell back as the tip of his tongue met my clit.

  “Oh yeah,” he groaned.

  “Oh God, Blake,” I moaned. Nothing had prepared me for the touch of his hot, gifted tongue.

  The soft flick was followed by fervent laps. Lap after lap. My man was famished. Ravenous for me. Mad with lust. My fingers tangled his damp silky hair as I let him savor the sweetness between my thighs. Lick by sweet lick, the pulsating pressure escalated, driving me to the point of no return. The blindfold only heightened the sensation. My face contorted and my breathing grew ragged. He was devouring me. I thought I was going to jump out of my skin. I honestly couldn’t take it anymore.

  “You taste so fucking good,” Blake murmured, unable to get enough of me.

  “Make me come,” I cried out.

  “You’re almost there,” he breathed into my throbbing pussy.

  He sucked my clit and I came with a scorching roar of his name. Oh. My. God.

  Blake drew my trembling body into his arms and whipped off the bikini top from my eyes. Blinking them several times as they adjusted to the light, I soaked him in. A smug, triumphant smile curled on his face.

  “Have you had enough of breakfast?” He kissed my lips. I could taste me on him. All sweet and sticky.

  “Mmm.” I eyed the bottle of maple syrup he’d used on the floor and then my gaze shifted to his crotch. There was a sizable bulge beneath the fabric of his swimsuit. I smiled sheepishly and responded to his question.