Tryst Page 22

  As I get out of my car, my nerves make their appearance and I heave in a deep breath to keep them at bay.

  I can do this.

  As I unlock the door, I’m even eager to follow through with this, but when it swings open, the glittering warm gaze and widening smile I meet has me losing my train of thought.

  “Hi,” I whisper from the doorway more breathlessly than I would have liked.

  He’s lying on the couch, one hand outstretched toward the TV with the remote, and the other nonchalantly tucked under his head. He looks dreamy, and I have to shake my head, again feeling silly and a little dumbstruck, and maybe even a bit smitten.

  I take a step inside and place my backpack on the floor, chewing my lip as I watch him watch me. He looks almost stunned at my presence, though entirely pleased. His smile spreads wider at the sight of me.

  “Hi, yourself,” he says, and I get the aching feeling he is as happy to see me as I am him.

  That’s when I can no longer restrain myself. I skip to the couch and fling myself on him, straddling his body, and lean over him. He places his hands on my hips to steady me. I’m giddy already, like a child eager for playtime, and sure enough, the Blake I adore reveals himself.

  “To what do I owe the honor of this afternoon visit?” he asks.

  He thrums his fingers over my hips, the tips grazing the skin above the waistband of my jeans, and I know my smile is teetering on incriminating.

  “You’ll be happy to know I canceled my study session with Rich.”

  He tilts his head, looking up at me. “Oh, really?” he goads in a charming, yet exaggerated mocking tone.

  I nod and lick my lips, noticing his eyes are following the trail of my tongue.

  “Uh-huh. I was thinking about something today.” I rock my hips, my excitement getting the best of me. Blake’s hands squeeze my behind. It takes every fiber in my body to focus on his sly grin, seemingly more smug than usual.

  “Thinking? With you, Skye, that tends to be a dangerous thing.”

  I giggle, laying my palms flat on his hard chest, feeling his emanating warmth and rapidly beating heart, basking in the fact that, for once, I don’t have to ask about my brother.

  “You’d be right for the most part,” I retort, “but you might be more interested in hearing me out. It has to do with you.”

  Blake’s face stills. A brief look of concern flits over his features. I chew the inside of my cheek, finding joy in the fact he might actually care what I say and think. I do nothing to remedy his worry, feeling the change in control already.

  “Go on,” he says.

  “I was thinking that you’re a control freak.”

  Laughter erupts from him, vibrating up my legs.

  “Are you sure about that?” he says.

  I drag my hands down his chest, and I know I must be patient with my plan, but feeling the sinews of his hard body beneath my fingertips has my body buzzing.

  “I’m positive. You’re always calling the shots. I realized this today.”

  More laugher reverberates through his chest as he tilts his head again, watching me as he performs my favorite magic trick: igniting that kissable dimple.

  “Is that so? Do you have a cure for this, doctor?”

  I bite down on the tip of my tongue, and nod.

  “I want you to give me the control.”

  His grin widens in approval as he swipes his tongue over his bottom lip, and I feel a delightful reassuring squeeze from his hands.

  “I see. Then it’s all yours. When do we start?”

  The gleeful rise to the corners of my mouth gives me away.

  “Right now,” I retort.

  He nods, and I can feel his growing erection under me. I take in a deep breath, about to tread on untouched territory, but I know how I want this to go.

  I lift up my hands, signaling the number two with my fingers as I squirm over him. “I want at least two orgasms before my brother gets home tonight.”

  He sits up to crash his lips to mine.

  “Mmm.” I moan at the abrupt contact, savoring every moment. He tastes wonderful, like coffee and cinnamon.

  Between rushed breaths, he says, “I think I’m up for the challenge.”

  His grip tightens on my waist, and a quiet groan wiggles its way through my lips. The anticipation of having all of him is always more than I expect. In a way, this type of interaction between us has been going on so long now that you’d think I’d get bored. On the contrary. There is a sense of excitement in knowing he might explore new territory today, unearthing some new body-shattering experience.

  As if all this time Blake has been administering some sense of control, he lets his hungry body run rampant as his right hand slides to the button on my jeans, and he slips his hand inside against my sex. Another moan erupts from me, but I pull away as I push my hips into the palm of his hand, aching for more.

  “Blake, out here on the couch? What if my brother gets home early?” My words come out like a gasp.

  He’s still smiling, and before he answers, he slips one, then two fingers inside me.

  “Aah, Blake!”

  I have to shut my eyes, feeling the curl of his fingers inside me, making it difficult to concentrate. I claw at his shirt.

  “He won’t be home for a while. Trust me. Live a little on the dangerous side.”

  I want to tell him that, whenever I’m with him like this, I’m living dangerously, but his mouth captures another moan as he continues his onslaught. I flex my hips into every move his fingers make.

  “I want to make you come here first, then in the bedroom.” He releases a guttural sigh. “Fuck, Skye. So wet. Always ready.”

  “Blake, I . . .”

  He slams his lips into mine, and I’m overcome with a rising feeling. His palm rubs at the most sensitive part of my body, and it has me seeing stars. I want more. I want all of him.

  I peel my lips from his to move to his strong jaw, dragging my lips and tongue against the slight stubble that has formed, and then take his ear between my teeth.

  A slow hiss escapes him. My body coils tighter with each stroke of his palm, and I can’t fight the brimming, body-swallowing experience as the quiver begins in my legs. I let out a whimper.

  “I think my new favorite thing is making you come.”

  I get lost in his words as my body clenches around him. An all-consuming orgasm rips through my body, and I clamp my teeth onto his shoulder to stifle my loud moan as the sensation pulses through me. I fall limp as I try to acclimate to the tremors still making my insides writhe and calm at the same time.

  My eyes flicker open as I rise from his chest, feeling Blake pull his hand from me. He brings his two fingers to his mouth, licking my saltiness, and the sight is so erotic and hot that even post-orgasm I find myself getting even more flushed.

  “So sweet, Skye.”

  I feel satiated, at least for the moment, and a plan sparks anew.

  I cannot describe the devilish delight I feel as I swing my body off of his and grab for his hands. I wobble a bit, trying to remember how to use my legs before I move. There’s no hesitation from Blake as I pull him toward the stairs. When I turn around to peer at him, he’s all adorable smiles, and for once, I feel like the pied piper leading the way.

  I want so badly to giggle, but I don’t as I pull him into my bedroom.

  When we’ve reached the platform and stand in front of my bed, I swivel to face him and take great joy in his salacious but endearingly cautious state.

  “So how’s control working for you?” He raises a brow.

  I take a deliberate step closer to him, feeling more like the predator than the prey.

  “How about I let you know after?”

  He wrinkles his nose at hearing me, bemused but enthralled.

  “After what?”

  I crash my lips to his. He tangles his hand in my hair, and the other cups my jaw. Although I have this all planned, his lips feel shockingly sweet, swollen and soft
, and more like home every time. I claw as his shirt, aching to feel his skin, and he lets me pull his gray Henley over his head. Our lips break from their frantic assault long enough for me to say, “After this . . .”

  I allow our lips to make final contact before I trace my tongue over his bottom lip, capturing his attention. His face fills with sensual trepidation as I lean in to trail delicate nips and kisses up his strong jaw, then down the nape of his neck, eliciting an evident shiver. It only eggs on my confidence as I trail my lips and fingertips down his broad chest, letting myself glory in his hard, lean body.

  He would make Greek-formed sculptures jealous.

  I unbutton his jeans and then drop to my knees, reveling in his quiet gasp.

  His jeans and briefs fall in one fell swoop, unleashing his already hard and waiting cock, and I lick my lips while peering up through hooded eyes to see Blake watching me, his eyes luminous and his chest rapidly rising and falling.

  Feeling liberated by his look alone, I take his cock in my hand, feeling its hard smoothness, like soft steel, dragging my tight grip up and down his shaft. I cannot help the twitch of a smile remembering that during our first tryst, I wanted to do just this.

  I lick at the tip, then bring the length of his cock into my mouth, sheathing my teeth with my lips as I suck hard, which causes a satisfying hiss to emerge from his lips. I pull away just enough so I can look up at him, lapping the few beads of liquid that appear at the head. His lustful stare has me feeling more powerful than ever as I go back to sucking the length of his cock, back and forth, my hands keeping pace with my mouth. Blake arches his hips into my mouth as his hands come to tangle in my hair, and I take him deeper.

  “Fuck, Skye,” he groans.

  His body trembles, and I quicken my pace, eager for him to come undone. I want all of him. I feel powerful.

  “Skye,” he moans again, overcome by his oncoming peak. I can feel his body going rigid, joint by joint. “If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, you have to stop.”

  Even more empowered, there is no way I want to stop, and I continue my onslaught, tighter, faster, and deeper.

  Sure enough, his hips buck as he releases inside my mouth, and lets out another loud groan, my name sounding from his lips. The satisfaction of knowing what I do to him is enough to make it worth it as I swallow.

  I rise from my knees, feeling smugger than I realized I would as I wipe at the corners of my mouth, devouring the sight of Blake’s recovering state. I bring my fingertips to my mouth, licking them clean. His eyes glitter as they capture my gaze. He smirks, and shocking me, he grabs for my shoulders, tossing me onto the bed, causing a loud giggle to emerge from my already grinning mouth.

  “Blake!”

  He’s already climbing over my body, hungry for more. He kicks off his jeans. Having a naked Blake in my presence is tantalizing, and I’m definitely overdressed.

  As if reading my mind, his long, deft fingers begin on the button of my jeans as his lips make it to mine. His kiss is soft and sensual, and though all of Blake’s kisses feel wonderful, this one feels intimate. His slow, lapping strokes caress my swollen lips with an endearing sort of touch that has my arms coming around his neck with their own mirroring sincerity.

  He coaxes my mouth open and dips his tongue inside, tasting me as his carnal fervor picks up. “I can taste myself, but you taste better.”

  The words are too erotic for me to handle. My body grinds into his. A groan slips between our mouths.

  He pulls away, leaning back on his knees as he rips my jeans from my body, and then grabs for the edge of my shirt, pulling it up and over me as he tries to find my lips again. The shirt lifts over my head and struggles to make it over my nose, causing the most heartwarming sound to come from Blake’s mouth.

  He chuckles, and the deep, adorable timbre causes goose bumps to form on the surface of my skin as the shirt is finally removed. I lay naked before him and wrap my legs around his narrow hips. I’m the one not wanting to waste another moment, and feel anxious to complete our agreement. I lift my body to his, crushing my lips to his, too, and the feeling of his vibrating groan against my mouth is satisfying. He nibbles on my bottom lip, tugging at it. I feel the hard head of his cock at the entrance of my sex, pressing into me.

  “Skyler, sometimes you make me so damn happy, it’s ridiculous.”

  He drags the tip of his perfect nose down the bridge of mine. I let out an involuntary moan, because on the surface, his words send the most delightful thrill through my body. They egg on my desire, which is already off the charts. If I take more than a moment to dig deeper, it feels superficial if he’s only saying it in reference to his sexual satisfaction. I’ve never come across the dichotomy of this type of relationship. Sure, his words make me happy, but is it wrong to admit that my heart clenches painfully too? My inner-self knows that I ache for something deeper, but I can’t be thinking like that right now, not even in generalities.

  He presses inside me. I claw at his back, groaning his name as a reflexive distraction to my wayward thoughts.

  “Blake!”

  “Oh, Skyler.”

  ***

  My eyes flutter open as the late afternoon sunshine beats down through the skylight above my bed. I look down at the Adonis collapsed over my body, breathing deeply, trying to catch his breath, and I bask in the fact that the rays of sunshine from above cause the beads of sweat on his body to glisten like a dream.

  He peppers my tummy with delicate kisses, and I run my hands through his unruly hair, massaging his scalp. With each stroke, his brief hum confirms that he likes it.

  “What time is it?” I ask.

  Blake rolls off my body and into the space next to me as he releases a long breath.

  “Don’t worry about it.”

  I wrinkle my nose as I bring the blanket up to cover my bare body, and he follows suit.

  “As ever, you are ridiculous,” I retort with a sigh.

  He turns over on his side, perching his head on his hand as he looks at me. His wry smile is back. If it weren’t, I’d suspect something was wrong, but there it is, in all its glory.

  “I think control suits you.”

  I laugh, feeling bashful. “You think so?”

  “I know so.”

  I giggle, bringing the blanket up to my face, blushing. How is it we can be so intimate, yet his words have me feeing more shy than ever?

  Catching me off guard, he tugs at the blanket, pulling it away from my face, and leans in, placing a chaste kiss on my lips before letting out his own chuckle.

  “This afternoon ended up way better than I planned.”

  I lick my lips. “What was on your agenda?”

  He grins ear-to-ear as he straightens up next to me.

  “Funny, I can’t believe I haven’t told you yet. I guess that’s what I get when a control freak barges into my house demanding my body.”

  I want to shy away again.

  He grabs for my face, tugging me to his, and kisses me longer than the chaste kiss before this. His hum vibrates over my lips. He pulls away, leaving only an inch between our faces, still with that goofy grin.

  “I got a callback for the part.”

  The glee that shoots through me is even more unexpected than his brief assault. I squeal with joy.

  “Shut up! You did? This is incredible. And it only took days! Not weeks! How excited are you? C’mon? They must have only called back like—”

  “Three. They called back three.”

  “Three! Oh my God, Blake! You’re so close. Oh, you are so going to get it!”

  “Don’t jinx me!”

  I fall back into my pillow, trying to stifle my continuous squeals. “Oh yeah, jinxing.” I bite my lip, looking at him proudly and adoringly. “I have faith in you.”

  He shies away. “Do I get a present?”

  I raise a curious brow. “Aren’t we celebrating Saturday?” I want to make a joke about that being jinxlike enough.

  He nods
like a little boy, his eyes eager and wanting, and I worry that I might just do anything for him with a look like that.

  “Yeah, but that’s an event with everyone. I want a special one from you.”

  I tilt my head to the side. “Don’t I give you enough?”

  He laughs. “Please, I always want more of you.”

  Even more curious, I wrinkle my nose. “What more do you want?”

  “Can we go take a shower together?”

  I fall back into the pillow, letting out cathartic chuckles. I shake my head back and forth.

  “Absolutely not! I told you, that’s a boyfriend thing.”

  He pouts. “Please?”

  I laugh again. “No!”

  “We break all the rules anyway. What would just one more do?” He shrugs, trying his damnedest to convince me.

  “I said no, and that’s that!” I sit up on my elbows, lean into his angst-filled face, and place a gentle kiss on his soft lips as an apology. “A girl’s gotta keep her wits somehow.”

  He rewards me with his trademark smirk, and reveals his heart rate-rising dimple, but otherwise accepts defeat.

  We talk the rest of the afternoon, lying naked and tangled in my sheets, until he leaves my bed before my brother gets home.

  Chapter 27

  I can’t decide why I’m so nervous as I pace the living room in my tall black stilettos.

  My eyes keep swinging to the clock as it nears nine. I told Josh to leave without me to get us settled in the VIP booth he reserved. Josh told me Blake would meet us there, too. Now all I’m doing is waiting for Rich.

  This gut-wrenching feeling has to be guilt, but it can’t be.

  I shake my head, my large curls bouncing freely over my face as I do so. The knock at the door has me leaping. I smooth out the short black dress as I approach the door, tugging at the long lace sleeves that make the dress look at least a little more elegant than slutty.

  My skin feels hot. My body is buzzing in anticipation of the evening, and I can’t put my finger on the details. At least I know that amid the chaos of unidentifiable emotions, I’m eager to see Rich.