by Tee, Marian
Thornton felt her body shaking with mirth, and he couldn't help thinking how this was another first that he only experienced with Blake. All the other women he had dated never felt the inclination to smile in his presence, much less laugh or giggle. They had genuinely wanted to fuck him, yes, and some he even had decent and occasionally interesting conversations with.
But he couldn't recall a single one of them laughing or, even rarer, have the ability to make him laugh in return.
It really was just Blake...
And that was why he could not, would not, and would never give her up to any other man.
He didn't know if that was how love worked, but what he did know was that he needed this woman and her alone in his life.
Chapter Fourteen
Black book shelves. Wood plank floorings. A rusty clock hanging from a wall bracket, like those in old train stations. Blake could only snatch the barest impressions of Thornton's unit as they went further and further in. It was just so impossibly hard to think, with the way her heartbeat was pounding against her chest and the way her body couldn't stop tingling all over.
Once in a while, insecurities would manage to wriggle its way inside her brain - it's too soon, things are moving too fast, you're being too easy - but then she'd feel Thornton's own heart slamming against his chest, and she just knew.
Even without the words.
Even if it wasn't the same with him yet...
It would be.
One day.
He would love her, too.
But for now---
Blake felt Thornton slowly lower her to his giant-sized bed, legs first, and then her bottom touching the black silk sheets.
Desire would make a very, very good start.
He started to reach for her, but Blake impulsively shook her head. "I can undress myself," she heard herself say even as she could feel her cheeks flaming with every word."But I'd also like to watch you..." Her voice awkwardly trailed off as shyness suddenly got the better of her, and Blake could only make a face when she saw Thornton's lips twitch.
"It's not funny," she protested.
"It is." His voice was its usual slow drawl. "But it's also cute." And this time, she did almost end up making him smile, with the way her whole face lit up. She was just so goddamn easy to please, it ironically left him feeling like he had no idea what was it he was supposed to do with her.
Fuck her brains out until she only knew to moan his name? Lock her up so she could only see him?
"Thorn." Her sweet voice was filled with longing, and Thornton sucked in his breath as he realized that was his answer.
What she would need from him in the future...was for another day for him to think of.
But for now.
What she needed now---
To be claimed. Pleasured. Worshipped.
He could certainly fucking do that, all night long.
And so it started.
His gaze capturing hers, the way he knew she wanted, because her own eyes had always told him how much she loved losing herself in his. "Let's do it then," he rasped. "I want to see it, too. My girlfriend taking her clothes off---" Her whimper punctuated his words just as his voice dipped into a low, rough growl. "---because she wants me to fuck her."
Blake moaned.
"And you want to. Don't you, baby?"
"Yes." She practically sobbed her answer out, and after this, the need for words ceased, and it was all gazes and movements.
Thornton watching her with ravenous dark eyes as she reached for the hem of her shirt. Got rid of her thermals. Unclipped her bra so her already-swollen breasts with its pointed, pouting tips could fall free.
And at the same time, she had watched him as well, her yearning reaching a feverish peak as layer after layer of clothing was peeled off until all that was left was a smooth, golden expanse of skin stretched over taut muscles.
Oh God.
Their eyes didn't leave each other as they both reached for their jeans. Unbuttoning and unzipping. The denims going down inch after inch. And from there, a synchronous change of respiratory patterns and a simultaneous rise of tension, both of them breathing and panting hard as they divested themselves of that one last scrap of silk and cotton.
And at last...
At last...
His gaze devoured every naked inch of her, lingering at her bountiful breasts before descending to the pink-fleshed mound between her legs, and oh God, it was like having invisible fingers caress her.
But even so...
She couldn't help doing the same thing to him, too. Couldn't help imagining how it would feel to have all those beautiful hard muscles covering hers. Couldn't help staring at the erection proudly jutting between his legs.
Just too many inches on that one, she also couldn't help worrying just the slightest bit, but all these were forgotten when he started to reach for her.
She submitted to him without a thought, letting him guide and command her, and all she could do was close her eyes and moan as he made her lie on her back before covering Blake with his powerful build.
Aaaaaaaah.
It was bliss.
Such pure, erotic, mind-breaking bliss, to have his beautiful hardness press against every inch of her.
But then he started kissing her.
And that was when she realized there were all sorts of levels of bliss, and each one was more agonizingly and excruciatingly beautiful than the last.
His tongue pushing inside her mouth. His mouth sucking on her neck. His teeth scraping her nipples. And later, much, much later, when Blake was so close to completely losing her mind, she felt his fingers stretching her open---
"Thornton!"
It was too much. Just the feel of it was too much. Too much. She tried to resist and hold it in. Tried to make it seem like she wasn't such an innocent that just the feel of his fingers pushing inside of her pussy was enough to break her---
Oh, she did try, but he would have none of it.
"Let go, baby."
A command that was as sharp as it was tender, and she could only cry out as she obeyed it, her body arching as his fingers pushed deeper. She felt something inside of her give way, a lightning flash of pain that had her gasping, but then his fingers started moving, and everything inside her changed.
Oh God.
She started coming.
And without warning, his fingers pulled out---
"No," she begged with a scream.
Only to have those fingers replaced by his manhood.
OH GOD!
Pressure built anew, and because she now knew what to sort of expect, she could only cling to his shoulders and wrap her legs around his waist as she waited with a confusing mix of terror and excitement.
Oh God...
His cock thrust into her in long, slow strokes that had the pressure tightening inside of her.
Any moment now...
Her vaginal muscles contracted instinctively, and hearing and feeling Thornton's shuddering gasp only made them tighten reflexively.
"Blake."
Hearing her beloved groan her name out could only make Blake moan his in return. "Thorn."
And then everything changed---
His control snapping.
His mouth latching to her breast just as his cock started pumping into her in a wild, furious burst of speed.
Oh God, oh God, oh God
And then there was no stopping it.
She came with a cry, and he growled right after, Thornton's orgasm right behind hers. Limbs tangled and tightened, their bodies buckling and slamming into each other as his forceful thrusts continued its exquisite pummeling of her quivering pussy.
Her last glimpse before succumbing to the draw of slumber and exhaustion was of Thornton, his dark eyes staring possessively down at hers, and her lips moved in a voiceless response.
Yes. Yours. Forever.
Chapter Fifteen
Bliss. It had become her favorite word since last night, ever since sh
e realized and experienced just how multifaceted it was. And now, waking up to find herself nestled in his arms, having his face the first thing she saw in the morning, she had her taste of another kind of bliss.
This one was sweeter than a baby's breath---
His eyes opened.
Bliss, she thought again, but this time it was more magical than magic itself.
"Good morning." His voice was still rough with sleep, and it was the sexiest sound in the world.
"Morning." Hers, on the other hand, contained all the ugly croakiness of a pubescent frog's, and the sheer unfairness of it had Blake grimacing. He saw this, and the way his gaze gleamed made it seem as if he knew exactly what she was thinking...or comparing.
"Not fair," she pouted.
"I'm sorry."
"You should make it up to me."
"How?"
An idea popped in her mind, but it was just so...well...kinky and lewd that the mere thought of saying it out loud had her turning red.
Thornton gazed at his girlfriend thoughtfully. If Blake had simply wanted him to kiss or even make love to her, she wouldn't have had a problem saying such things out loud. Perhaps...she wanted him to say something sweet or nice? Then again, if that was just it, Blake would've more likely made a game out of it.
So it had to be something else, Thornton considered pensively.
Blake noticed the way he was studying her assessingly. "What?"
"I'm trying to figure out what you wanted to ask of me." He saw her cheeks instantly turn a deeper shade of red at his words. Mm. "Is it kinky then?"
"Thorn!" A mortified wail, but the flash of guilt in her eyes told him he was on the right track.
"Would you like me to go down on you?"
Blake couldn't help jerking upright to a sitting position and barely remembered to clutch the sheets to her naked breasts. "W-What?" Go down? On her? Did that mean...what she thought it meant?
Lots of curiosity there, but he could also see that wasn't it. Mm.
Blake finally understood what Thornton was mulling over and frantically shook her head. "It was just a silly thought," she told him hastily, "so forget about it, okay?"
"If you simply tell me what it is..."
She shook her head. No! Never! Ever!
Thornton frowned. What kinky suggestion could possibly embarrass his normally-shameless girlfriend? Something probably the virgin in her might think was wrong to ask for? Maybe...
Ah.
Blake let out a squeak when Thornton suddenly rose to his knees as he reached for her. "What are you---" He pulled her up to flip her around, and she suddenly found herself facing the wall. "T-Thornton," she couldn't help stammering even as her heart started racing.
She felt and heard sheets rustling as Thornton moved to kneel behind her, and a shiver ran down her spine. "Thorn---" His fingers squeezed one cheek of her ass. Oh God.
"You want us to try a different kind of fucking."
Blake could only whimper. It was weird, but there was just something about Thornton's matter-of-fact tone that made the words sound a lot more dirtier than it should be.
"Was this..." Thornton's other hand settled on the small of her back.
"The position..." She felt the gentlest sense of pressure, Thornton guiding her to bend down.
"You were thinking of?"
And just like that, she found herself with her ass in the air while her elbows pressed down against the bed.
"Blake?" Thornton rasped out.
Her eyes squeezed shut. "Y-Ye...aaaaaaaaaah."
His cock had plunged into her even before she finished speaking, and oh God, it was so, so gloriously good. Just like last night, his thrusts started out slow and careful, but unlike last night, she was no longer nervous and afraid.
Thornton's teeth gnashed against each other when he suddenly felt Blake's hips moving in response and she started grinding her ass against his cock. His fingers dug into the sweet, plump cheeks of her bottom, and he heard her gasp.
"Yes."
He pulled out and sank in harder and deeper, wanting to see if she could take it---
"Y-y-yes."
The sweet, begging note in her voice was unmistakable. Thank fuck. Wrapping his fingers around her hips, he began to give it to her, as hard and fast as he could and the way they both needed. God. Her pussy was like nothing he had ever fucked. It was so damn tight, and her muscles so damn good at squeezing his cock---
"T-T-Thorn..."
Her shuddering gasp caused her beautiful breasts to jiggle, and the movement had him bending forward so he could feel their tantalizing softness against his own palms. His fingers found her nipples, which were already hard and straining for his touch.
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
Thornton pulled out one last time, and when he sank back into her, his fingers pinched her nipples hard.
Blake screamed, and a moment later, he felt the hot, creamy essence of her cum gushing around his manhood. The feel of it triggered his own, and with a growl of her name, Thornton felt himself coming hard, his cock ejaculating inside of her, over and over, until his seed and her cum mixed and began dripping down her legs.
Time seemed to fly past Blake, with her mind reduced into a feverish haze of heat and a seemingly unstoppable storm of shudders taking over her body. By the time she felt a little more like herself and less like the world's luckiest sex slave, she was already in the shower with Thornton and his fingers were massaging her scalp and threading through the shampoo-foamed strands of her hair.
It just felt so surreal, and when she thought about how the past 24 hours had been...
"Thornton..."
In the process of running the soap down her body, he paused at the questioning note in her voice and looked down to find Blake seemingly holding her breath.
"Blake?"
"Are you real?"
He almost smiled. "Yes."
Her breath came out in a whoosh. "So I'm not dreaming."
"No. You're not."
"Which means..."
He raised a brow. Surely she wouldn't say what he had a feeling she would say---
"You're perfect," she said dreamily.
And yet she did.
"I'm not."
"You are."
And so the world's silliest argument continued, and Thornton, whose wealth afforded him the most lavish of pleasures and most exotic adventures, couldn't remember the last time he had more fun.
"Super perfect!" Blake's laughing voice played out from the half-open door of her bathroom while he waited outside for her to finish changing.
"No. I'm not."
"Yes. You are."
"No."
"Yes."
"No." Thornton's phone vibrated in his pocket as he spoke, and he pulled it out to see a notification of a new text message.
Arden: Sorry for the delayed reply. Busy day at the cafe. And yeah, Elizabeth and Blake did talk about that guy, and when she asked your girlfriend if the guy likes her, Blake's exact answer was "Well, of course he likes me."
Chapter Sixteen
"No. Oh my God. No. Stop. Stop. Stop."
"But who else can I tell---"
"Anyone but me!"
"Please, just pretty, pretty please, let me just share one story---"
The back door to the store opened, and Frankie nearly expired in relief. "Oh, thank God." She had never imagined a day would come that she'd be thankful to see Thornton Blackwood, but apparently, miracles did happen. "Could you please tell your girlfriend I have absolutely zero interest in hearing about what a perfect boyfriend you are?"
"If I told her that," Thornton answered mildly, "then she'd end up nagging me about the same thing, and I'd rather not have that happen."
Frankie gaped. Wow. In the few years she had known the guy, that was the most number of words she had ever heard him speak in a single sentence.
"The mayor sent Frankie here," Blake was saying as she pulled Thornton towards the reading nook. "She's got papers for y
ou to sign, but she also brought cake."
Frankie tried to keep the surprise off her face when Blake's boss skipped taking his usual place at the head of the table and instead took the chair next to his girlfriend. Blake continued chatting as she served him a slice of cake, and Frankie's astonishment grew when she saw the intent look on Thornton's face as he listened to his girlfriend.
Wow, Frankie thought ten minutes later. Even Curt found Blake's nonstop chatter a challenge at times, but not once had Thornton looked bored. If anything, the man actually seemed to be having the time of his life. It was almost enough to have her buy into this whole love-at-first-sight business (even if it had started one-sided), and maybe she would have...if not for one thing.
Frankie waited until a couple of customers had occupied Blake's time before walking to the counter. "Mr. Blackwood?"
Thornton glanced up, and as Frankie passed him the documents the mayor wanted him to sign, she asked under her breath, "Have you told her yet?"
In the process of signing the documents, his fingers stilled, the pen hovering mid-air. A moment later, he put the pen down and turned to face Blake's friend. "No."
And there was the Thornton Blackwood she knew, Frankie thought. She waited for him to say more, but when he didn't, she asked finally, "Why not?"
"Why not what?" Blake piped in as she handed the customers' purchases for Thornton to ring in.
"It was just a curious thought." Frankie was doing her best not to panic, and having the local John Wick glaring at her just wasn't helping.
"About?"
"About why...Mr. Blackwood..."
"Thornton," Blake corrected her just before turning to her boss-slash-boyfriend. "She can call you that now, right?"
Thornton shrugged.
Blake turned back to face Frankie, saying optimistically, "That means yes. But anyway---" She quickly changed the subject so her friend wouldn't have any chance to burst her bubble. "What was that you were saying earlier?"
Seeing how Blake's friend was about to break down, Thornton heard himself lie, "She was asking why I felt your grandmother might not like me."