by Amy Muscat
“Hmm, I've never noticed that about you before,” he shrugs. “I think it’s cute.” His smile makes those damn butterflies flap again.
“Why thank you, kind sir,” I tip my head at him.
“You're welcome my lady,” he tips an invisible hat back to me, and we laugh at our silliness.
We dig into our food, and I end up eating most of the plateful of food anyway.
AFTER BREAKFAST, WE have another coffee, then we shower together where, he proceeds to wash me, and me reciprocating. We dirty ourselves right back up when Blake starts pulling at my nipple, which leads us to have incredible hot shower sex. Once again we clean ourselves up– this time we stay clean. Well mostly.
Now I'm sitting on Blake's bed in nothing but a towel and Blake is leaning over me giving me sweet kisses. A goodbye. He has to go to work, and I don’t want him to go.
“Do you have to go?” I'm whining and pouting, and I sound like a seven-year-old, but I don’t care; I really wanted to spend the day together, but it doesn’t look like that’s gonna happen.
“I do, Beauty. I'm sorry.” He says placing another kiss on my puckered lips, making me melt on the inside. “Stop pouting, `cause I can think of something better for your lips to be doing,” he says naughtily, wiggling his eyebrows at me.
“Ohhh… me too. Let’s do that,” I tell him trailing a hand down his chest and cupping him through his trousers, feeling the rock-solid erection he is now sporting.
Groaning and looking pained, he pushes himself off of both me and the bed, backing away a couple of steps for good measure. Then he looks down at me with a scowl marring his handsome face. “Lott's, please, I've gotta go to work. This is a new assignment that I get to do for a couple of months, I'm really looking forward to it. I've gotta meet the people today, and now thanks to you, I've got a massive hard-on. So, thanks, baby, thanks a lot,” he says sarcastically.
I laugh at the displeased expression on his face, which is mixed with slight pain. “You're welcome, handsome,” I tease him, laughing harder as I watch as he struggles to readjust his hard cock in his trousers.
“Oh, you think this is funny aye?” He asks. I nod, not being able to talk through my chuckles.
My chuckle dies in my throat as I scream as he jumps on the bed, and straddles me. He takes both of my hands and pulls them above my head, before clasping both of my hands into one of his. It's then, as he raises his free hand threateningly, that I realise what he’s about to do.
“NO!! No, no, no Blake!! Please, don’t, Blaaaaake…” I'm broken off as he tickles me. He starts off under my arms, and then down to my ribs, where I'm most sensitive.
I buck my hips into him, struggle and try and rip my hands-free from his grasp, all to no avail.
“You bastard! Blake please, I'm gonna piss myself if you don’t stop.” I plead with him, but the fucker just keeps on tickling my ribs and laughing until I've collapsed into a fit of hysterics, to the point where I can't breathe.
He stops and looks down at me, before dipping his head and sucking my bottom lips in between his. I'm panting, breathless, but I feel my body warm up and come alive from his touch.
I lock my eyes with his: navy-blue to bright crystal-clear blue eyes. I can see emotion swimming in those beautiful ocean-blue eyes, but I can't put a finger on what it is. I can also see a softness there, and I gonna assume that I've got the same look in my eyes as he grins that soft grin at me once more.
Swoon…
“Kiss me,” I demand breathlessly. His lips connect with mine in hunger. Our teeth clash and smash together. Our tongues twist and tangle, fighting for dominance, and after a second I submit defeat and he growls in approval. My hands move up to his inky locks and I tug him harder, kissing him faster. I feel my lips begin to tingle and swell. He tugs on the terry-cloth towel that I still had wrapped around me. I bowed my middle up in the air so he could pull it out from under me. I run my hands down his chest undoing his black button-down shirt, trailing my nails down his pecks and his torso as I go. I watch as he shivers slightly, and I smirk. He notices and smirks right back at me just before I feel one of his fingers run through the wetness of my slit.
My hips jerk up and I groan into his mouth.
“Wet for me already,” he growls as he leaves my lips and trails those wonderful lips over my chin, and down the column of my throat. When he reaches my collarbone, he gives it a quick bite before licking the sting away. His lips move down to my chest and he attaches on my left nipple, pulling it into his mouth. Groaning, I throw my hips up again into the finger still teasing my slit, and he moves the single digit in, pulls it out and back in a couple of time before adding another finger.
I throw my head back in bliss and moan for more. My hands land on his belt buckle and with shaking fingers I manage to get it unbuckled. The button pops and the zipper is yanked down, and with a tug at the sides of both his trousers and boxers, I watch as his cock springs free. Looking angry at being confined for so long.
I run my hands down his shaft, down to the base and back up, watching as a drop of his creamy cum oozes out from the mushroomed head of his big dick. I catch it before it falls. Making sure he is watching me, I wipe the cum up with the tip of my pointer finger and place my finger in my mouth, on my tongue, and seductively sucking on my finger.
Raw lust blankets his face, his eyes go wide, and he growls a long, low growl coming from the back of his throat. In seconds he has let go of my now aching nipple, opened my legs further and is buried deep in me.
“Yes!” I shout as he hits that one spot inside me that has my toes curling.
“Oh God, Lott's,” he moans into my neck, pulling back and pushing back in again, and again.
I rake my nails down his back until I reach his hard-as-rock arse, and help him move quicker by digging my fingers into his flesh and pulling him to me.
“Lottie…” He pants, sweat running down his temples. “Oh God Angel, you feel so good. So tight and wet.”
“Mmm,” I mumble off something unintelligible, too gone in pleasure to get anything else to come out of my mouth.
I can feel the slickness of our bodies as they rub together. The scent of sweat and sex was all around us. I loved it. I loved the passion in our lovemaking. It wasn’t just sex anymore, it was just that: lovemaking.
I look up at Blake and see that he is already staring down at me. He has a look in his eye that both scared me and didn’t scare me. I think I know what the emotion was shining in his eyes, but I don’t think I was ready to hear it yet. Wasn’t ready for the impact that comes with it.
“Beauty…” he whispers. I watch as his beautifully sculptured lips move around the word, around the two syllables of his term of endearment for me.
“Blake,” I pant harshly back, feeling my heart kick up speed, and my body start to quiver. “I'm close baby, so close.”
“Me too.”
“Kiss me,” I demand. “Kiss me and swallow my screams for you.”
With another one of those sexy growls, he does just that. He swoops down and takes my lips in a kiss so passionate, that I feel it ricochet around my heart and I explode around him, seeing stars behind my closed eyelids.
“Blake!” I shout out in his mouth. “Oh, Blaaaaake…”
“Argh! Yes Lottie,” he hisses through his clenched teeth, before he speeds up his movements, and then after a minute he comes, too. “Oh God, Lott's, feels so fucking good. Your pussy has my dick in a death-grip. Fuck.” He stresses as his body becomes rigid.
I lay there breathing hard, feeling his cum run out and down the crack of my arse.
He collapses on top of me, somehow keeping most of his weight off me, and I can feel his softening cock resting against my thigh. He peppers kisses all around my flushed face.
“That was the bollocks,” I say, trying to get my uneven breathing sorted.
He lifts his head. “The what?”
“The bollocks. It means it was fantastic,” I tell him.
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sp; “You and your Britishisms,” he smiles as he shakes his head at me.
“You love my Britishisms,” I say confidently.
There's silence, and then after a beat, “Yeah, I do.”
My heart stutters, right along with my breathing, something that I had just got under control.
I don’t say anything back to him, `cause to be honest I didn’t know what to say. But I rake my fingers in his hair and pull his face to mine and lay a soft kiss on his lips.
“I'm gonna be so late for work,” he groans.
I giggle. “Ahh!” I wag my pointer finger in his face. “But it was so worth it.”
“Yes, it was,” he grins. He presses one more kiss on my swollen lips and lifts himself off of the bed. “I'm gonna jump in the shower– you stay here. Otherwise, it won't be a quick one.”
“Yes sir,” I salute him with a cheeky smile.
He looks down at my body lying on his queen-sized bed, groans and spins quickly on his heels to the bathroom.
Twenty minutes later, he is giving my arse a squeeze as he kisses me goodbye. I watch, as he leaves, feeling happy and light. Carefree. I don’t think I can remember ever feeling like this. I liked– no I loved feeling like this. I felt, for the first time in God knows how long, my age. I felt like a twenty-four-year-old woman, with a perfect boyfriend. Okay, Blake wasn’t perfect. He had his flaws, but I liked his flaws– well apart from the stupid secrets he apparently likes to keep from me; you know, the ones where he has banged his best friend before.
Blake told me to stay here and relax today, and I was gonna do just that. I didn’t have any of my clothes here, only the clothes that I wore last night. I had already thrown those in the wash, so I went into Blake's wardrobe and pulled a long black t-shirt one that had the Jack Daniels logo on it. The top fell mid-thigh, and without having any spare knickers here, and I didn’t want to walk around with my arse hanging out, I pull on a pair of black boxer shorts.
There, that’s better.
Feeling better now that I was mostly covered, I walked into his living room, turned on his TV, and settled back on the sofa watching old episodes of Friends.
Ross and Rachel had just kissed for the first time when a knock sounded at the door. I snapped my head over to where the door was when they knocked again, more persistent this time.
What do I do? I think to myself.
Do I open the door? This was Blake's flat, not mine.
“Blake I know you're in there! Open the door!” I woman’s voice shouts out through the wood.
Oh great! Another one of his ex-groupies, just what I need right now.
Hesitantly, I pad my way to his front door.
“Blake! Open up!” The woman repeats.
Quickly running a hand through my hair, I lift my hand, flick the latch and open the door. I see a beautiful, young woman, who’s maybe around twenty-two/ twenty-three. She has long brown hair, cut into soft waves and curious brown eyes. But I notice the slight bags under her eyes and wonder if she slept well last night.
I see the shock flicker across her face as she sees me and not Blake at the door, and then her eyes run down my body taking in my attire– or lack of. I pull at the hem of the t-shirt I'm wearing.
“Who’re you?” She doesn’t ask me this rudely– which surprises me– but with curiosity.
“Lottie.”
“Where’s Blake?” Her head tilts to the side, still looking confused.
“At work… can I ask who you are?” She didn’t seem like she was all that bothered that I was standing half-naked in her ex one-night-stands home. In fact she looked… excited?
What the Hell?!
“I'm Melody, his sister… Are you his girlfriend?” Now she was the one who was hesitant.
“Oh hi!” I grinned relieved. Least I wasn’t meeting some nut-job ex. Phew. “Yes, I'm Lottie; Blake's girlfriend.” I realised that I had already told her my name, but with the way she was smiling I don’t think she cared.
Her eyes brighten as she says, “It's so nice to meet you. I've heard a lot about you from Blake.” She grins up at me: she was tiny, even with wedged heels on. “And you're very British!” She exclaims, sounding excited.
“I am,” I laughed. “Would you like to come in?”
Nodding, she happily says, “yes.”
I move back from the doorway and open it further in invitation. “Would you like tea or coffee?” I play the humble host to my boyfriend’s sister.
“Coffee please, one sugar, a little milk.”
“Just how Blake likes his?” I ask her.
“Yep.” She says popping the P.
We walk into the kitchen and she sits where Blake was sitting earlier when we were having breakfast.
Waiting for the coffee to brew, I spin around and see her staring over at me.
“What?” I ask touching at my hair, wondering if it looks a mess.
“Oh, nothing. It's just I've never seen a woman in Blake's place. He told me a couple of weeks ago that he was dating someone, but I never knew it was serious.” She shrugs her small dainty shoulders at me. “I was just coming here to give him his birthday present.”
It was then that I noticed the bag she had in her right hand. It was one of those generic bags that said ‘Happy Birthday’ repetitively.
“Oh right, that’s nice,” I say absentmindedly. I was putting in the milk in both cups, and I didn’t want to fuck hers up– as mad as that sounds.
I'm going crazy: I'm trying to make the perfect coffee for Blake's sister. She looked like one of those people that even if it were a shit coffee, she’d smile and say it was lovely, only grimacing on the inside.
Shaking my head, I turn back to her with both cups and place hers on the black coaster, doing the same with mine as I sit opposite her at the kitchen island.
“So what did you get him?” She asks me, picking up her cup and blowing the hot steam over the lip.
“I got him tickets to the Giants game. He was banging on about not having time to get the tickets 'cause he’s so busy, so I got him them.” I also fucked his brains out at one o’clock this morning, I say in my head, but I can't tell his sister that now, can I?
Her eyes light up. “Snap! We both got him something similar. Oh, I bet he loved that! He’s loved the Giants since we were kids.”
Yes, he did… I shake the naughty thoughts from my head– for God’s sake Lottie; you're talking to his sister! Stop thinking about Blake and his cock… and his hands, which are attached to those magic fingers he possesses… and that talented mouth… STOP!!
“Yeah, he was over the moon. Didn’t shut up about it for about half an hour, bloody man,” I say jokingly, rolling my eyes at her.
She laughs, and it’s a tinkering sound, like bells. “I love your accent! Bloody Hell!” she tries to imitate my accent, but it just doesn’t sound right, actually it’s one of the worst I've heard to date– bless her.
I tell her as much, laughing, and she just nods and says she knows.
“I'm terrible at accents, but gotta give it a go right?”
“Might as well try, I can do a good Australian accent.” She nods encouragingly, so I start talking in Australian.
“Wow, you did well. How’d you pick that up? Have you ever been there?”
“Fuck no! I don’t do spiders and shit. Over there they are fucking huge; I think if I saw one I'd hyperventilate and die.” I tell her widening my eyes and shivering. Now I felt like I feel one on my skin. Urgh. “But to answer your question; I watched the film Chopper a couple of times,” I shrug.
She bursts out laughing, and her laugh was one of those infectious laughs that would make you laugh, too.
As we calm down from our laughing, I ask her some questions, wanting to know more about her. “So, what do you work as?”
“I'm a freelance, Photographer. I work for magazines, for book covers, weddings, parties, nature photos; anything really. I have a huge dark room at home, my dad installed it for me for my twenty-fi
rst birthday– I love it. I love to watch the colors come to life on the blank pieces of paper. And when I do something more intimate, like a wedding, and I see my client’s joy at the end results. That’s priceless.” She’s animated as she speaks, using her hands as she talks. You can see that she loves her job; the happy tone in her voice, as she speaks about work, is clear to hear. “What do you do?” she asks me back.
“I'm an editor,” I reply.
“No way, I love reading! What company do you work for? Or do you work freelance?”
“I work for my dad’s publishing company, Carter Books, I deal with the romance side,” I say to her.
“Carter, Carter…” she mumbles, and then like a light had gone off in her head, she exclaims, “I know your mom and dad! They're friends with my parents.”
“Yeah, your dad is my dad's lawyer.”
She nods, her long wavy brown hair bouncing slightly along with her.
“I've gotta ask you… did you leave your Fifty Shades book here?” I ask her curiously, wanting to see if Blake fibbed.
“Oh fuck! I completely forgot about that. Let me go grab that before I forget it again,” she says and jumps off the stool and walks out of the kitchen.
So he didn’t lie… bless him.
It was then that Blake walks through the door with a face like thunder.
I GIVE LOTTIE'S ASS one more squeeze and place a kiss on her swollen lips once more. I had to go into work, for this meeting and I really didn’t want to: I wanted to stay in with Lottie today, preferably buried deep inside her.
But I had to work. So, with great displeasure, I rip myself away from Lottie, say my goodbyes, and walk out of my apartment.
I jump into my car, and thirty-five minutes later I was walking into James Security& CO.
I wave at Bella, the receptionist, who was on the phone, and wait for her to finish her call. Two minutes later she had finished her phone call, and she rolls her green eyes at me.