by Dee Florence
“You may have called the shots in the beginning, but that’s not how it is now.”
He chuckles like this was his secret plan all along, so I torture him by seating myself just below his erection and playing with myself so my knuckles brush his hardness every time I stroke myself.
He’s holding himself up by his elbows, apparently enjoying the show, but soon becomes impatient and grabs a condom and suits up.
He adds his fingers to mine, feeling my wetness. He dips them inside, and with a crooked grin on his face, he does the dirtiest thing I’ve ever seen and pulls his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean.
That alone nearly sends me over the edge, so I kneel up and slide myself all the way to the hilt. He takes my hips and sets the pace. Our hands are everywhere.
Suddenly he lifts me off him, spins me around and impales me again. Reverse cowgirl. My hands grip his thighs and the sounds he’s making are pushing me to go faster. I’m searching for his relief as much as my own.
“Give it up for me, gorgeous. That’s it. I can feel you.”
He reaches around and rubs scribbles into my clit and it’s what sets me off. I scream his name. He follows me and we collapse in a puddle of bliss and early summer sweat.
The last weekend in November may as well be summer in this part of the world.
After catching our breath Blake says, “We better go meet the others before they come looking for us. I probably should have waited until later before getting my fill of you. But I just couldn’t.”
He kisses my shoulder. “I’m not even remotely done yet.”
THIRTY-FIVE
BLAKE
After we re-dress and she smooths out her hair with her fingers, I take her by the hand and lead her to the fire pit where everyone else has gathered for the evening.
I grab the bag of snacks and drinks I brought for us, that I left in the kitchen on the way in.
I’m not letting my woman get hangry.
“Hey everyone!” I say as we walk out through the French doors.
All twelve people look up at us and stop talking.
They murmur, “Hey” or “Hey, Blake!” in response.
“This is Cate.”
She gives a timid wave and I just grin at her. She looks so nervous and is gripping my hand like she is scared that I’ll leave her out here alone.
They all murmur again, a few look her up and down, then start their conversations again. Most have been here for hours, so the conversation is relaxed and easy going.
There’s one seat left by the fire pit and I carefully move us around the circle to take the spot. The sun is setting and with it goes the warmth of the day.
I sit first and pull her into my lap. She raises an eyebrow at me but settles in to get comfortable. The wiggling is torture but I grip her hips and give her a warning squeeze.
She looks down at me and throws me a smirk that tells me she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. She wiggles against my lap once more and I growl into her ear.
Matty looks up, tips his beer bottle towards me and says, “The pizzas are on their way. We got something for everyone.”
“Thanks man. Let me know if I can contribute.”
“Nah. Tonight is covered. Tomorrow you can pitch in with the barbeque.”
I nod and grab us both our drinks from our cooler bag. There’s a plastic wine glass and a bottle of Pinot in there for Cate and a six pack of beer for me.
Cate holds her glass and gives herself a generous pour. When the bottle is safely back in the bag, I reach around her and take the top off my beer.
The conversation flows and we end up chatting with the group about life and soccer scores and what’s happening in the Premier League. Cate doesn’t know much about the topic, but nods in the right places.
She ends up chatting with one of the women next to us—who’s name I can’t remember—about the best summer skin care. I can tell that it’s also not her scene, but she’s making such an effort. I’m definitely going to make it up to her later.
“So Blake, we haven’t seen you around for a while. Where’ve you been?” Karla, one of Matt’s latest girls, asks. She’s pretending that Cate isn’t sitting on my lap.
“Cate’s been keeping me busy. You know how it is. So much to do, so little time.”
Karla scowls, but covers it with a too wide smile and a sickly sweet tone to her voice, “Well, it’s good to have you back with us. It’s been too long. Hope you won’t disappear again?”
I just shake my head.
I haven’t missed this one bit.
The pizzas arrive and everyone digs in. We all toast to Matt turning 30 on Sunday and to amazing weekends away. The drinking continues well into the evening, but we excuse ourselves at around 11pm.
I make the excuse that all the early starts have gotten to me and they all rib me as I lead Cate back around the fire and back to our hideaway.
She gets ready for bed in the bathroom and I close the curtains and pull the covers back. I strip off and climb in under the sheet and pull up a light bedcover, because the Hills get chilly at night even as the weather warms up.
She saunters out in a tank top and tiny shorts and I forget to breathe for a second.
“What are you wearing those for?”
“My pyjamas?” She looks down at them as though she’s checking they are in fact nightwear, “It’s bedtime, Blake. That’s when we wear our pjs?”
I growl. “Yes, but those will get in my way tonight, gorgeous. Take them off.”
“Oh.” She blushes. She walks up right beside the bed and strips each piece off slowly like a striptease. She nearly trips as she pulls off her shorts but recovers like it never happened.
God, she’s adorable.
She tosses the shorts in my face, then the tank top, before crawling up the bed and sliding under the covers.
I watch her from my side of the bed, lying on my side facing her, but the second she is under the covers I can’t resist her any longer.
I duck under the covers and army crawl over to her. I kiss her hip and growl into the skin under her belly button.
She’s so damn irresistible.
I spread her legs and seat myself there. I kiss her mound and her hips come off the mattress. I press her back down and make her sex my home.
There’s something extra hot about being under the covers. She’s losing herself and her noises are making me rut the mattress for relief.
She lifts up the covers so she can watch. So, I look up at her whilst eating her out. The eye contact seems to set her off.
“You taste too fucking good.” I say between licks. I’m putting on a show for her now, “This should be my dessert. Every. Single. Night.”
She comes for a second time and I can’t help but smirk. Nobody gets her off the way I do.
This is all mine.
After making her scream my name three more times, and coming twice myself, I settle in behind her to the kind of restful sleep that only her proximity seems to give me.
It’s like we both sleep better with the other near.
THIRTY-SIX
BLAKE
The morning brings some noisy birds, rudely letting us know that Saturday is here. I lay lazily on my back listening, while she sleeps soundly tucked in beside me.
I find myself absently playing with her hair and thinking how we could do this, maybe not forever, but for a long time yet.
Damn it. I’m running out of time to convince her this doesn’t have to end.
We dress and tell the others we’re heading in to the town for a bit. Only about half of them are up at 10:30am. It seems they were drinking until well into the wee hours.
I ask if they need anything for the barbeque tonight and we end up with a list of all the things Matt forgot in favour of the booze collection he perfected instead.
We wave them goodbye and take the car for a drive. The town is as picturesque as you might imagine a country town to be. It’s tree lined and is bustling
with people through the main street. We park a short distance from the shops and stroll down hand-in-hand.
Cate is swinging our hands like we’re in a happy couple commercial and I can’t help but smile at how happy she looks. She stops for a moment and pulls out a list from her bag.
“I didn’t know if we’d have time, but these are all the cool places I’d hoped to visit if we made it into town.” She looks up at me, “Do we have time?”
“We have as long as you want, babe!”
I’d hand her the world on a platter right now, if she’d look at me like that again.
She links our fingers again and pulls. “Come on then. There’s so much to see!”
We wind our way through the main street. In and out of independent clothing shops and cute hipster style homewares stores.
Somehow, Cate magics up some reusable bags from her small handbag and chatters away with the small-town owners as they pack up her purchases. She’s in her element and it’s a joy to see.
We stop to grab lunch at the bakery, with dessert from the local chocolatier, and find a nice picnic table in a park to stop and eat.
She talks about all the things she purchased and the ones she left behind but hopes to come back to. I smile and listen and just breathe her in.
She has no idea that she’s changed me in the best ways. I realised it last night as we sat with my old friends. I don’t want that anymore.
I just want her and whatever a future with her looks like. Even if it’s visiting country towns on weekends, carrying her supplies as she shops for crafts, cooking her meals to make sure she eats well.
I just want her.
We put her purchases in the car and take a walk through the sculpture trail. I stop and point out the plants and flowers and share some facts about them as we walk. She asks questions about them and why they might have been chosen for this place.
I’d love to bring her back here and show her the botanic garden one day. But it deserves more time and Matt is already texting me about the food.
“We better find the supermarket and then head back. I think the savages are getting restless.” I wink and she laughs.
“We can’t have that!” She looks at her watch, “Oh, it’s 2pm already! We’ve been having too much fun. I bet they’ll want to get the meat on the go soon.”
We make quick work of the shopping list and head back to the house.
Matt helps us unload it all in the kitchen and waves us off.
“You’ve done your bit for now. Go swim in the pool or something. We’ve got the cooking under control.”
Cate wanders back to the car to get the things she bought earlier.
Once she’s out of earshot I ask, “You sure?” I look at him questioningly.
“Yeah.” He takes a swig of beer, “You’re too ‘coupley’ anyway. Go make gooey eyes somewhere else.” He laughs as though it’s a joke, but there’s a bite to his words.
“Okay, man. Thanks.” I try to hide the sting I feel.
He told me to bring her and that he wanted Cate and I to spend time together.
Why is he pissed off?
Even if I was here alone, I’d be out in the garden looking at the plants whilst he made some girl scream.
Cate comes back inside and smiles with her arms full of bags. “Thanks for inviting us here, Matt. It’s a beautiful town.”
She walks to our room.
“Yeah, no problem.” He replies, with a harshness to his tone that she doesn’t hear.
I give him a back slap to say we’re cool. Vowing silently to deal with that bullshit later and follow my woman down the hall.
She emerges from the bathroom in that killer swimsuit that makes her look like a siren, as I pull my board shorts on.
“Heads up!” She throws a bottle of sunscreen for me to catch. “Can you put this on my back? I can’t reach.”
“I’ll do yours, if you do mine.” I say and wiggle my eyebrows.
She rolls her eyes at me and turns so her back is facing me. I rub the lotion in carefully and this feels like more. She shivers like she knows it too.
“Are you done? Let me do yours now.” She breaks the moment and I hand her the bottle.
She rubs the lotion in like it’s her job and she’s being graded on how protected from the sun I am. But just as I think she’s done, she lightly scratches her nails down my spine.
I spin around and catch the mischievous look she has on her face.
I pull her into an embrace and growl into her mouth. I kiss her hard.
“Let’s get out to the pool now gorgeous, or I’ll be tempted to pull that swimsuit to the side and take you right here.”
Her eyes flicker as though she’s daring me to do just that.
She spins on her heel, grabs a towel to wrap around her waist and saunters out of the room. I follow her like the puppy dog I am.
The other women are on pool lounges, sunning themselves to a crisp, in the afternoon sun. I shake my head but they’re gown women who can make their own decisions.
It’s a gorgeous 28 degrees Celsius today and the water is the perfect temperature for cooling off. We drop our towels by the remaining pool lounge and take the stairs into the water together.
We swim towards the deep end of the kidney shaped pool. When I reach a bend that has a little ledge that I can lean on I pull Cate towards me and she wraps her body around mine. When she’s this close it’s like the rest of the world doesn’t exist.
I whisper dirty things in her ear and press her to me so she can feel what she does to me. I try to get my fingers in under her suit in the water, knowing that she’ll slap my hand away.
She does, but the cheeky minx she is, spins in my arms and backs herself up to me so well that my cock is nestled between her arse cheeks. She tortures me by wiggling as though she’s just bobbing along with the water.
A shout of “Party time! Food’s ready!” comes from the barbeque area and Cate swims away from me.
The gaggle of sunbathing women seem to rise from their slumbers and scuttle away complaining that they needed more warning to get ready.
The barbeque seems to go off without a hitch. There’s plenty of food. Good tunes are playing in the background and people happily chatting and drinking.
About an hour later, Karla brings out a supermarket ice cream cake—with a three candle and a zero candle lit on it—to a rather tipsy rendition of Happy Birthday for the birthday boy.
He blows out the candles to huge applause and Karla cuts up the cake into tiny strips so everyone can have a slice.
It’s a feat that she’s managing it really, because Matt has decided that she’s too irresistible not to touch every part of her. Whilst she’s holding a sharp knife.
She playfully swats him off and clearly promises something he considers worthwhile because he backs away with a look like he’s won the lottery.
Being the absolute cock-head he is, he mimes a blow job to anyone looking whilst she’s cutting his cake.
I shake my head but he doesn’t see.
I’ve had my arm around Cate’s waist all night and it’s been a near perfect day. She yawns and I politely excuse us and lead her to bed.
I leave her at the bedroom door to go to wish Matt more birthday wishes, after I realise that he wasn’t there when we said goodnight.
I step around the corner of the house to see Karla making good on his birthday blow job. I’ve seen more than I care to. It’s less amusing when you’re not hammered. I back away, shaking my head, and head back to our room.
Cate is standing at the bathroom door looking longingly at the two-person bath and muttering something about being sad that we didn’t use it.
I promise her that we can tomorrow morning, if she can be quiet. She smirks tiredly into my shoulder and I carry her to bed.
It’s been a long day and it’s time to sleep it off.
Maybe this isn’t over after all?
THIRTY-SEVEN
BLAKE
It’s still dark out, but a banging noise wakes me. I check my phone and it’s 5:30am.
On a Sunday. i.e. Too fucking early to be awake. I hear it again. Someone is knocking on our bedroom door and not quietly.
Cate starts to wake next to me. I whisper, “Go back to sleep. I’ve got this.”
I pull on my boxer briefs and open the door. It’s a very drunk Matt. I’m not impressed.
“BLAKE! Where have you been?”
I push him out the door as Cate looks over from the bed still half asleep. I close the door behind us so we’re in the hallway.
I whisper hiss, “Shut up. We were sleeping. That’s what people do at night, you cock head.”
“You left without saying goodbye. Don’t I get a goodbye?” He has no volume control and is shouting.
I try to push him away from the door where my woman is trying to sleep. But he swats my hand away.
“Mate. We didn’t leave. We. Went. To. Bed.” I hiss again. “You were occupied with Karla and I didn’t think you needed the interruption.”
He nods. “She sucks good cock. Have you tried her?”
I pull a repulsed face. I’m not drunk enough for his bullshit. I’m not drunk at all.
“Mate, don’t say shit like that about women. It’s just not right.”
“You’re no fucking fun anymore. She ruined you.” He blurts.
“Excuse me. What?”
“I know I bet you couldn’t bring her here and convince her you were more than a one and done guy. But I didn’t think she’d cut your balls off and keep them in her bag!”
“Are you for fucking real right now?”
“You used to be fun.” He whines. “The bet is done now. Come back to us.”
I shake my head. I can’t have this conversation with drunk Matt.
“Mate. It’s called growing up. You should try it some time.” I hear a loud noise back in the room. “Now you’ve fucking woken her up. What the fuck for, Matt? What the fuck for?”
I push him out of my space and he stumbles off cursing and muttering about me not being fun.
I push open the door and find Cate hastily dressed and shoving things into her suitcase. Looking up only to throw a dirty look that feels like it could singe my clothes off if I was wearing more than my underwear.