During our drive, he glanced over my way and said, “It’s nice finally getting out of the packhouse.” He had a smile on his face. “You’re definitely better company than my dad. Much better looking too.”
After we arrived and exited the car, we were greeted by hot and sticky air which was only exacerbated by the forceful rays emitted by the sun. Blake grabbed his backpack from the back seat and said, “I think we can agree to skip the hike today and go straight to the water.” He took my hand and led me down to the pond. My heart swelled at the gesture. Blake was acting much more affectionate today than he ever had previously, pleasantly surprising me.
He found a shady spot by a tree, pulled the blanket out of his backpack, and laid it out on the beach, which was more dirt and rocks than sand. I sat down on the blanket as he stripped himself of his clothes, leaving only his boxer briefs on as before. I had almost forgotten how jacked he was, his pecs prominent on his chest, atop what was really more of an eight-pack than a six-pack, but who could really count when taking in the fine piece of art that was Blake’s body? Goddess, he was hot. I watched the movement of his well-defined muscles as the sun’s rays reflected off his chest and shoulders, not able to tear my eyes away.
“Enjoying the show?” he asked as he sat down next to me. I blushed, realizing I had been staring. “It’s okay, I worked hard for this body. Nice to have an audience every once in a while, so I’m not the only one appreciating it. Now, what do I need to do for my own show?”
“Do I look like a stripper?” I scoffed.
He smiled and replied, “You would make a great stripper. I’d love to see that ass of yours going up and down a stripper pole. Fuck, I’d bring hundred-dollar bills for that show and make it rain. You’d make very good money—men love that innocent look you have.”
“I see you’re familiar with strip clubs.” I rolled my eyes.
“Not much else to do in Siberia.”
“Is that what you did for four years.”
“Not the only, but probably one of the more enjoyable things I did.”
I replied, sarcastically, “Four years is a lot of rain. Hmm, maybe I should reconsider.”
Blake laughed. “Oooh, look at you now.” He grabbed my legs and pulled them apart, tugging me toward him so he was seated between my thighs. He pulled my face toward his and began kissing my ear, increasing my heart rate, arousing me. His tongue trailed the outline of my ear, and he lightly bit down on my earlobe. He continued kissing me down my neck, and my breathing turned heavy. His lips moved down my neck, to my chest, and then up to my chin. I moaned in response, my whole body alive and warm with desire, my thighs tingling.
My eyes locked with his half-opened and lustful eyes. I felt a mix of desire and unease, my heart racing. He grabbed my ass and pulled me up against his body, his erection pushing up against the front of me. Before I knew it, he had his mouth on mine, or maybe it was my mouth on his. I couldn’t decide which of us was more desperate to feel their lips on the other as I ran my hands through his thick head of hair. I became bold, biting his bottom lip as his hands tightened their grip on me.
I moved my hands lower, wrapping them around him so they were resting on the back of his shoulders, feeling how massive they were under my small hands. For several minutes, we were lost in each other, our bodies pressed together, our tongues intertwined.
Suddenly and unexpectedly, he lifted me off his lap and plopped me down on the blanket as if I were weightless and said, “I need to cool off before I lose control.”
I watched as he got up and walked to the water, his erection prominent with only the thin cloth of his underwear protecting his modesty.
I removed my T-shirt and shorts, revealing the bikini I had worn, and followed him into the pond, feeling the need to cool off myself. He turned to watch me as I walked into the water.
“I see you wore a bathing suit this time.”
“It’s more appropriate.”
“Appropriate when in public. We’re alone though—no reason not to just strip everything off and properly feel our bodies against each other.”
“You wish.”
“Yes, it is what I wish, very much. I’d love to touch and kiss every inch of your body if you’d let me. I know you’re still working through your religious upbringing, and I’m going to respect that. But just the fact that you haven’t once said no to seeing me means that you want the same thing. What else are you doing with an extremely horny, mateless man, an alpha one at that? We’re not known for denying our impulses.” He came closer to me and put his hands on my arms, sliding them down to my hands until he was holding them in between us. My pulse quickened, wondering the same thing myself, taking his speech to heart. “Just stop acting like we don’t both want the same thing.”
I suddenly felt very vulnerable. “Is that all you want from me?” I asked, afraid to know the truth.
His eyes softened, and he came closer to me. He looked at me for a few moments and said, “If I’m being honest, then no. I like you as a friend too.” He pushed a hair behind my ear. “I feel comfortable around you. Some of the stuff I told you, I haven’t been able to talk to anyone else about. I enjoy spending time with you. And, this might be wishful thinking, but I hope after you meet your mate, we can remain friends.”
I wasn’t sure how I expected Blake to answer the question, but it definitely wasn’t like that. I felt my heart melt, an intense feeling within my chest. I stared at him, realizing my mouth was hanging open. I was about to close it when Blake closed the space between us, putting his mouth back on mine. It was more intense this time, a feeling unearthing itself that I’d never experienced before—a deep affection for Blake.
He then moved his hands behind me and grabbed my ass, picking me up as if I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around his waist and my arms around his shoulders. He carried me deeper until the water was just below our shoulders. Lust overtook my whole my body as Blake’s lips explored all my exposed skin—my lips, trailing my jaw, on my neck—then returning to my mouth.
When we pulled apart, we looked into each other’s eyes as he smiled at me. Suddenly, and without warning, he pushed me up out of the water and launched my entire body backward, so I fell back and plunged into the water. I quickly raised my head into the air to see Blake laughing heartily, as if he were a little kid. I glared at him as he began swimming toward me. I splashed him and moved backward, continuing to splash him as he tried to get closer. He finally caught me and picked me up, and in turn, I screamed and slapped him on his chest.
He carried me out of the water and lowered me onto the blanket where his lips immediately crashed against mine, compelling me to give in and forgive him. I immediately brought my hands to the sides of his face, his stubble bristly against my palms, and pulled him closer. I was desperate with need—need to taste his lips, need to twine my tongue with his, need to feel his teeth graze my bottom lip. I fell back onto the blanket and his body followed until he was hovering over me. He brushed his free hand through my hair while his lips moved down my jaw, onto my neck and then my chest, leaving a trail of kisses.
I moved my hands to his massive biceps as he kissed down to one of my breasts and untied the top of my bikini, letting the triangles of my top fall against my stomach. He glanced up at me for a moment, his piercing blue eyes locking with mine, and I couldn’t help but feel sexy, seductive, and alive. The top half of my body was completely exposed to him, and the look he gave me was one of pure, carnal need. I’d never been so turned on. The whole area between my thighs was hot and throbbing with desire.
He lowered his head back down toward my chest and blew gently on one of my wet nipples, which instantly hardened in response. He then brought his lips onto it and sucked gently while his tongue coaxed every last bit of pleasure out. My back arched and my head rolled back in response, a throaty moan following. I had almost forgotten how good it felt the first time he had done this. He kissed across my chest and did the same with my other nipple as his hand engulfed the first breast he had kissed. I was now moaning shamelessly, giving in completely, not wanting him to stop. An aching between my legs provoked me to spread them apart as he moved between them.