“Why not you?” I responded breathlessly.
A smile played on his lips though it was not overtly present. “Fine. Get back in your seat but don’t bother with your seatbelt.”
“Okay,” I whispered as I crawled over the console and sat in my seat again.
“Take that fucking dress off. I want you in your thong and nothing else. No one can see inside my windows. It’s for my entertainment only.”
I breathed in deeply before I removed my dress and sat against the cool leather. He’d turned on the air conditioning and the seat was cold against my warm skin.
“Touch yourself while I drive.”
My hands immediately went to my thong and I pulled it to the side as my right hand cupped my sex before my fingers parted my lips and I caressed my hard clit. I’d never masturbated in front of anyone yet there was very little shame as my legs spread automatically and my eyes closed on their own.
“What are you thinking about?” he said in a voice laced with unabashed lust.
“Your tongue on my clit and your fingers playing with my pussy,” I replied in an equally sex-laden voice.
“Fuck, Vie. If we weren’t five minutes from the loft, I would seriously take you in this fucking car.”
“Yeah but the blood would mess up the seats,” I said innocently.
“They’re leather—who gives a shit? I don’t. I can buy ten of these and it wouldn’t even put a dent in my fucking bank account. It’s a fucking car—nothing special.”
“Well, it’s nice to know you don’t have a special attachment to the materialistic trappings in your life,” I replied in a shaky voice.
“No more small talk—just keep playing with your beautiful wet pussy until I get us home.”
I kicked off my shoes and placed my feet on the dashboard in front of me and did as he requested until my whole body seized with a powerful orgasm only I could entice from myself. I’d never dared allowed anyone else to try so I didn’t know if it could be replicated again that night.
Blaine pulled the BMW into the garage and quickly shut the door before he turned off the engine with a push of a button after putting the car into neutral and pulling up the hand brake.
He got out and walked over to my side and opened the door, lifting me up as if I were light as feather and carrying me into the house.
My Lacie thong ended up a shredded piece of material on the hallway’s hardwood floor. We barely made it to the leather sofa before he sat me down and spread my legs unceremoniously. He unbuckled his pants and unzipped before he grasped his cock with one hand while pushing me closer to him by possessively grabbing one of my ass cheeks.
I put my hand against his silk-shirt covered chest. “Wait a minute! What about . . . protection and . . . aren’t you going to . . .” I trailed off.
I couldn’t ask him to go down on me. That was just too forward, too wanton, too everything. It just seemed like we were going too fast and with no finesse what so ever from him to my given predicament.
“I’m clean. I use condoms with every woman I sleep with and get tested once a month—a full blood panel. As for me going down on you, it’ll happen but first, we gotta get this whole virginity thing out of the way. This is for the best. Think of it as getting a tooth pulled when you were a kid. It’ll hurt at first but you need a little shock therapy. Besides, I don’t fuck virgins so this is exactly how I would treat a woman I fucked tonight . . . except I would wear a condom and with you, I don’t have to,” he explained in a cool voice.
“I’m not on anything . . . what about . . . pregnancy?”
“You’re not ovulating and since you come on your period in a couple of days, you can’t possibly get pregnant, Vie. Relax, if I thought there was any way a kid could result from this, I’d slap a condom on faster than you could say ‘baby.’”
My heart thundered in my chest and I lay back as much as I could and shut my eyes as Blaine’s fingers dug into my waist and he thrust his cock inside of me, breaking through tissue that had never been penetrated.
I breathed hard as the pain, so utterly delicious yet beyond anything I’d imagined before tore through me. His dick was a weapon he wielded against me with such ease after several slams inside of me that it took me a moment to realize the ache I felt dulled and a wave of pleasure took over as Blaine continued his assault on my body.
He ripped his shirt open, buttons flying against the hardwood floor as he bent over me and kissed me deeply, passionately, his tongue seeking entry as he owed me and continued his violation to and against my once-virginal sex.
Just a gentle rubbing of the hardened nub between my legs as he thrust inside of me and I came, flexing my kegel muscles and clamping them tightly against his cock. He moaned into my mouth and with one last hard thrust inside of me, he came too and collapsed against my body.
Blaine adjusted his weight until he mostly knelt against the floor while his head rested against my breasts.
“Fuck, I haven’t come that hard in a very, very long time.”
“Is that a good thing?” I questioned facetiously before he looked into my eyes and we laughed together.
Chapter 9
Blaine
After the initial experience of sex with a frightened yet excited Vie, she adapted to it like a fish to water.
Blaine led her naked through the loft and they showered together. It was hard to actually wash themselves since she couldn’t keep her hands off him and he could honestly say he felt the same way around her.
“Are you sore?” he wondered as he leaned against her water drenched body and slid two fingers inside of her.
She shuddered against him, her small hands curling through his hair as she pressed her mouth against his in a hungry, wanton manner before they separated, albeit reluctantly. “Yes, I ache but it’s in a good way.”
“So no more freaking out on me, then? You’ll let me run this the way I want to?” he commanded in a not so casual tone.
“Yes, you can do anything you want to me. As long as you promise me I’m you’re one and only from now on out.”
Blaine wasn’t nearly ready to make that kind of a commitment to any woman, not even Vie with her gorgeous steel-gray eyes and a pussy that could make the most honest of men sinners.
He dodged the question by working his fingers deeper inside her until he caressed her G-spot and she began to pant and stopped talking.
The six showerheads cascaded around their bodies as he worked her into a frenzy of emotions she was the least prepared for. He could feel her crumbling around him as he continued to work his fingers in and out of her, brushing up against the spongy tissue and before she knew it, he’d made her come again.
Blaine kissed her mouth possessively and cut off the water. His cock was rock hard, jutting away from his body and pressed against her as he grabbed her from behind.
“Tell me you want me to possess you again.”
“I want you to fuck me until your cock is sore and you can’t possibly get it up—is that good enough for you?” she wondered out loud.
“My, my, what a filthy mouth you have. I should make you get down on your knees and worship my dick but there’s something I want to do to you first. I have been dreaming of my mouth on your cunt since I saw you masturbate in the car. It’s so perfect and untouched . . . well, except now you’ve been tainted by me but I’ll ignore that one indiscretion because to me, you’re still perfect. Free of flaws and a little cum whore in-training. You do want to be my whore, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she breathed before her head bowed, soaking wet tendrils covering her embarrassed face.
He towel dried her hair the moment they stepped out of the shower followed by another thick, Sudanese cotton towel for the rest of her body. Her skin felt like silk beneath his fingertips. He had no wish to ever stop touching her but he had to dry himself off too and that was an unfortunate necessity.
Blaine grabbed the towel he dried her body with and quickly brushed it over his skin, lea
ving him dewy with moisture but he didn’t care. After he towel dried his hair, he dropped both towels to the floor and walked her back into the living room.
The place was dimly lit by elegant lighting he had on for ambience alone. The beach was bright enough, a full hunter’s moon in the sky. It was beautiful yet deadly, a little like Vie, who he ultimately knew would be his downfall. If any woman could sweep him off the pedestal he’d reserved for himself alone, it would be her.
Before he’d met her, he would have never thought any woman would be deserving of such a gift. They simply weren’t worth it and his heart was supposed to be dead, desecrated, and destroyed when he lost Jocelyn.
His first love.
The only woman he’d ever bothered to love.
She was perfect with her smooth dusky skin, dark ringlet hair and eyes of an angel—the perfect shade of hazel-green. Everything about her was beautiful and unusual. Exotic, liberated, gorgeous and gone far too young in his book.
Vie didn’t look a damn thing like her but her eyes danced with the same curiosity and her lust to actually live life would be legendary once he brought it out in her fully.
She would be the perfect replacement.
Not that he was looking for one.
There would only be one Jocelyn just like there could only be one Victoire but what a lovely sight she would be once broken beyond all sense of recognition and freed from her doubts and hang-ups.
Blaine walked them to one of the walls in his glass loft facing the beach before he pushed her body against the glass. Her back was to him and her hands spread out against the glass like spider webs.
“What are you doing? Someone might see us!” she exclaimed, a raw fear clinging to her tone of voice.
“That’s the point, sweetheart. I want people to see you while I make you come again.”
He spread her legs and ordered her to arch her back.
Everything about her was so clean and untouched; his perversions called out to him in a siren of noise in his head and they refused to be ignored. The thought he'd been the only man to defile her caused his dick to grow painfully hard with need and want.
Blaine slid down to his knees, the wood floor hard and uncomfortable against his bones but even in pain, there was a sense of pleasure. He spread her ass cheeks and tongued her hole with pleasure as she arched her back further in response to what he was doing.
“My God, and just think . . . my cock hasn’t been in this tight asshole or your mouth. Baby, we have work to do. Not tonight but it is my mission to break you in completely. I will own every inch of your body,” he said in a voice full of want, need and desire.
“You already do,” Vie said as she pressed a cheek against the glass so she could speak freely. “Own all of me, that is.”
Blaine smiled and his heart swelled with relief.
He’d won!
Zed would be lucky to get seconds—though not entirely sloppy of course—and he would honor his end of the bargain. He knew exactly what to say to Vie to push her into his brother’s arms but tonight she was his alone and he would savor that feeling of being completely in control of her.
He flicked his tongue over her clit before he used his thumbs to open her up and suckled on the sweet nub between her legs. If a body had ever been made for sin and fornication then Vie was in full possession.
Her breasts were round and full yet they couldn’t fill out more than a C-cup and a small one at that. A natural hourglass figure where her waist was truly tiny and couldn’t have been more than twenty-four inches. Her hips—made for breeding and having children—widened out but not quite to their full extent. She’s never had sex before that night so they almost seemed to be in a state of arrested development but he would remedy that himself before the night was through.
Blaine loved exploring every inch of her; so sweet and untouched in her innocent beauty. She was absolutely a freak in L.A. A twenty-five year old virgin who he’d been the first to sleep with—how often did that happen in this city? Hell, how often did it happen in this developed nation or any other for the matter?
He turned her around and pressed her back against the cool glass as he threw one of her legs over his shoulder to give him better access to that delectable space between her legs. She writhed underneath his expert touch and it didn’t take long for her breathing to become ragged. She was close but this time, he would deny her what she so desperately craved.
Blaine flicked her clit one last time with his insatiable tongue before he stood, lifted Vie in his arms and walked to the bedroom. He sat her down on the bed before his mouth found her own, and kissed her hungrily. She reluctantly ended their kiss before she nibbled on his bottom lip.
“Turn around and get on your hands and knees,” he whispered to her, her warm breath hot against his jaw.
Her gray eyes looked into his crystal blue orbs for a beat too long before she said in a low voice, “Whatever you want.”
Vie turned onto her stomach before she got on her hands and knees. That gorgeous cunt of hers glistened with her juices and all he could think about was being balls deep inside of her, hearing her moans.
Blaine grasped her waist with one hand while he guided his cock inside her slick entrance and into what had to be the best place to be this side of heaven. He bent over her, kissing her shoulder blades before he suckled on her neck. It would leave a nasty love bruise the next morning but it was worth it.
“Please . . .” Vie trailed off, her voice raspy.
He thrust into her hard and rough, maybe a little too harshly because her moans were on the verge of cries at times but she would enjoy the end result. His hand snaked around and caressed her clit again, doing slow torturous circles as he continued his assault on her body.
She bucked against his body; her hips seemed to have a mind of their own as she pushed her ass against his body with every pump of his dick inside of her.
Blaine couldn’t control her and he realized a part of him didn’t want to. He wanted her to own her sexuality and not be ashamed of what she wanted, needed or desired from him.
Her body shook with ecstasy and her kegel muscles gripped his cock with an iron grasp. He couldn’t stop and tumbled over the edge along with her. He rode out his orgasm with hers until he’d grown semi-soft and pulled out of her, collapsing on the bed beside her.
Both struggled to catch their breath, as their hearts seemed to beat in tandem.
Usually, he hated to be touched after sex and preferred the woman to just go without a word exchanged but when Vie snuggled up to him like a child, he wrapped a protective arm around her and held her sweaty body close to his.
“So, was it everything you thought it would be?” he asked, shattering the peaceful silence between them.
Her small hands grazed up and down his chest. “No, it wasn’t. I thought it would be . . . awful but it was actually liberating. I can’t believe I have been scared of . . . sex for so very long. You knew exactly what you were doing and you made me feel more than anyone has ever brought out within me. Thank you.”
Blaine was silent, taken aback by her grateful attitude. Most of the time, women didn’t thank him; they were usually pissed because he kicked them to the curb without any regard for their feelings. Or they were the tough cookies used to having one night stands and were merely happy to have gotten off and thinking about their next dick fix before he pulled the condom off.
However, Vie was grateful?
“I’m so filled with relief we found each other,” Vie continued before she kissed the side of his jaw and laid her silky head on his chest again.
“Me too,” he replied in monotone though he wished his voice could convey so much more.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t in him to do that at the moment.
Blaine would never fully understand her, not because she didn’t make herself clear but due to his own self-pity mixed with self-hatred. Combine that with an egotism so precise, it should have been criminal, the toxic cocktail of emotion
s he battled made it completely impossible for him to fully empathize with anyone.
It wasn’t her fault but he would keep her close.
If it was the last thing he did.
Chapter 10
Vie
Before I could get used to what transpired between Blaine and me that Saturday night, he began to make preparations for the Labor Day weekend, officially celebrating the end of summertime. Lazy days between us spent in each other’s company—when we weren’t feverishly pawing each other like a couple of lust struck teenagers—passed quickly and soon it was time to leave for the Hamptons.
Although we would be staying at the same estate with Zed, Xavier, and Brigitte, we didn’t bother to travel together. In fact, I didn’t learn they’d been in Southampton a whole three days before we arrived until we were in a luxurious Town Car on the way to the estate. The driver had picked us up from the airport.
“I had to get the dailies to David and Jamie. They would have flipped if I hadn’t delivered on time and in case you’ve forgotten, I’ve been more into you than anything this past week and half. Can you forgive me?” Blaine gazed at me with a complete and utter puppy dog look that melted the icicles encasing my heart.
“Of course. It’s just . . . they’ve had a chance to pick the best bedrooms and we’re left with the scraps,” I murmured before he grabbed me by the waist and held me near him.
“Babe, I’m the oldest. Zavi and Zed both know better than to take my room. Why would something like that worry you when you know I always get what I want?” Blaine wondered out loud in a calm voice.
Lesson number one: Don’t ever touch Blaine—he always initiated everything, even a gentle caress.
I wouldn’t even run my fingers through his hair unless I was already in his arms. He could turn completely cold and since I wasn’t exactly the warm and bubbly type, I knew my kind of people. Of course if he wanted to snuggle, whether I was in the mood or not, we did it.
Lesson number two: He made all the rules and I simply followed his lead.
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