For a week, our texts are the same.
He invites me over or offers to meet somewhere to fuck me.
I dodge with excuses of work.
I almost feel like he wants me.
No, he does want me. Just not the way I need him to.
Blake: You must need a break by now.
Yes. Desperately.
Kat: I'm too tired to head uptown.
Blake: I'll come to you.
Kat: And fuck me with my sister in the next room?
Blake: No. And fuck you in my limo.
My sex clenches.
Blake: We have dinner reservations next Saturday. In midtown at six. With Mom and Fiona.
Kat: Have you ever heard of asking.
Blake: Will you join me for dinner?
Kat: Yes.
Blake: Please bring Lizzy. Mom wants to meet her.
Kat: Sure. For Meryl, not for you.
Blake: Of course. I'm not under any illusions about why you're doing this.
But he is. Because it's not just for Meryl. It's for him. Or maybe for me. Because I want to be around him. Just… I need to figure out how to be around him without falling harder.
Blake: Now, Kat, may I make you come in my limo?
Kat: Do we have to talk?
Blake: Nothing but dirty promises.
Kat: I'll be ready in fifteen.
Blake: Don't wear anything under your coat.
Blake is sitting on the bench. He's in his suit and tie, the picture of confidence.
His eyes meet mine. They demand everything.
Dirty promises. We're only making dirty promises tonight. We're only making dirty promises forever.
"Take off your coat," he demands.
My body obeys before my head can step in.
I slide my coat off my shoulders.
I'm not quite naked. I'm in thigh high stockings and heels.
He eyes the tights with appreciation.
"They weren't under my coat. Technically," I say.
He half-smiles. He must appreciate technicalities. He would.
The limo pulls off the street.
I press my palms against my hips. I need to look confident.
This is for me. Because I want him. Because I want this distraction. Because I want my thoughts a million miles away.
He leans back, spreading his knees. "Lie down on the bench. On your back."
Slowly, I lower my body onto the cold leather seat.
He leans next to me. Brushes his fingers against my inner thighs.
His touch is light. A tease. I should be used to his teasing by now, but I'm not.
My body whines for more.
I stare up into his eyes. Demanding more.
Blake pulls a champagne bottle from an ice bucket.
He tilts the bottle away from me and pops the cork. It bounces off the ceiling and lands on the floor. Bubbles spill over the sides of the bottle.
A drop hits my chest. It's cold. Sticky.
Heat spreads through my torso. He isn't touching me. He isn't licking this drop off. I need that. All of it.
It's been too long.
Blake slides out of his suit jacket. "Arms over your head."
My body obeys immediately.
He holds the bottle two inches above my mouth and dribbles champagne over my lips.
I lick the bubbly. My tongue is greedy. All of me is greedy. I need the sweet, fruity drink. I need it obliterating every one of my inhibitions.
Blake draws a line of champagne over my body from my lips to my belly button then back up again.
He plants a kiss on my pelvis. Then it's his tongue on my skin, lapping up every drop of champagne.
He moves up my stomach. My chest. My neck.
He sucks at my skin to lap up every drop.
His fingertips skim my inner thighs. The tease makes me shake. He's taking too long. I can't wait. I'm already waiting for so much.
Then he kisses me and I have everything I need. Feelings are pouring from me to him. And back from him to me. Only I don't know what they are.
He needs me.
I need him.
I don't have a clue about the rest.
His kiss is hungry. Demanding.
When he pulls back, he's panting.
He looks down at me, some mix of affection and desire filling his eyes. "Comfortable?"
"Very."
He undoes his tie and holds it tightly.
He works slowly, wrapping my wrists and binding them.
I'm at his mercy again.
But then I'm always at his mercy.
"Please." I arch my back. "Fuck me."
"I'm going to fuck you so hard you see stars."
I nod. Yes. That. Now.
"But you have to wait."
No. I hate waiting. He always makes me wait.
His eyes stay glued to mine as he strips out of his shirt. Then the belt. The shoes. Socks. Slacks.
He slides his boxers to his feet.
My sex clenches. We're naked in here together. We're so fucking close to exactly where we need to be.
He wraps his hand around the neck of the champagne bottle. His finger slides over the rim.
Then it's his lips.
The teasing motherfucker.
He dribbles champagne onto my lips.
It's amazing, but it's not what I want.
My back arches. It's the only way I can plead. I like being at his mercy, but he's too fucking merciless.
Blake draws another line down my neck, over my breasts, down my stomach. This time, he stops at my belly button.
It's like he's promising to keep tracing that line with his tongue.
Like he's promising he'll finally give me what I need.
His tongue slides over my neck. Flat. Wet. Soft.
Pleasure whirs around me. My nerves wake up. My entire body wakes up. It's here. In this moment. Buzzing with desire.
He licks his way to my breasts. His tongue slides over my nipple. Then it's a flick. Pleasure shoots through me. He does it again.
Again.
Again.
Heat pools in my sex as he teases me. It feels so fucking good. But it's not enough.
I'm shaking when he releases my nipple. He drags his mouth over my stomach, lapping up every drop. He's slow about working his way down my body. His touch gets softer as he moves towards my belly button.
Then below it.
"Please," I groan. I part my legs as wide as they'll go.
"Beg me." He presses his hand against my hip, pinning me to the bed.
"Fuck me, Blake. Please, fuck me. I need your cock inside me. I need you coming inside me."
He leans down to take my nipple into his mouth.
Pleasure floods my body. "Please." I arch my back to push my breast into his mouth. "Please."
His teeth scrape against my nipple. His hands close around my thighs. Yes. Hell yes. Anticipation floods my body.
He drags his lips down my stomach, under my belly button.
Lower.
Lower.
There.
His tongue slides over my clit.
I lean back, relaxing into my restraints as he licks me from top to bottom.
His nails are sharp against my thighs. His tongue moves with utterly perfect precision. Every flick of it sends another wave of ecstasy through me.
Almost…
I press my thighs against his hands. His nails sink into my flesh. The burst of pain is enough to send me into overdrive. An orgasm rises up inside me. It gets tighter and better and harder. Then everything releases in one perfect wave of pleasure.
Blake moves fast. He plants his hands around my shoulders as he brings his body onto mine.
The weight of him feels so good against me.
He's warm.
He's hard.
He holds my hips steady as he thrusts into me.
It's hard. Deep. It's too fast, but it isn't fast enough. It's too much, but it will never be enough.
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I arch my back and lift my hips to push him deeper.
He groans as our bodies come together.
He stares back into my eyes as he fucks me.
One hand presses my shoulders into the bench seat. The other holds me steady.
I surrender.
I lose myself in the movements of his body.
Every thrust makes me feel whole and needy at once. He feels so good inside me, but it's not enough. I need more. I need everything.
He moves harder.