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Chapter 14

Alexis

Stupid Blake, leaving me all hot and bothered like that. Of course the fucker dominated my sleep, causing me to wake up hornier than I’ve ever been. Does it help that I did put that photo of him as my lock screen? Absolutely fucking not.

I bet he slept like a baby, the full eight hours and then some.

You know what? Fuck it. It’s not like he’s gonna find out, and maybe it’ll help me keep myself in check. It’s sure to help with my pain, relaxing the muscles that are always tense, so really it’s a win-win. I let my fingers stray down to my sensitive spot, getting myself worked up enough to shed nearly all my clothes in search of a deeper pleasure, striking up a rhythm that might?—

The door swings open with a bang .

A shriek leaves my lips and I hike the blanket over my bare chest. Blake’s eyes widen as he stops in his tracks, a grin spreading across his face. “Enjoying yourself, Sunshine?”

“What are you doing here?” I say, and it almost comes out as a yell.

He leans against the doorway, his gaze slowly traveling down the outline of my body. “Alissa told me to wake you and that the door was open. I was going to see if you wanted to hang out before our date, but now I’m simply enjoying the view. Please, don’t let me stop you.”

“You’re such a perv, Taylor.” I throw my head back with a sigh as I sit up straighter, trying to hide my flushed chest. Does he know it’s him that got me all hot and bothered? “Besides, the show is over. It wouldn’t even have a satisfying ending, if you catch my drift.”

He arches a brow. “Edging kink? Hot .”

I don’t mean to, but the absurdity of this situation makes me laugh. “I wish. It’s just—never mind. You don’t care.”

“I do,” he says quietly. “I do care, Alexis. Tell me?”

I bite my lip. Am I really about to tell Blake Taylor about my sexual troubles? I bet if I do, he’ll never let it go. But the stories about him…they make it clear he knows how to get the job done. And I desperately need help.

“I can’t come,” I say, the words tumbling from my lips before I can let myself chicken out. “Whenever I touch myself I feel good, but I never really make it to the finale. I’ve never…”

Blake leans forward ever so slightly, a puzzled look on his face. “You’ve never had an orgasm? Not even with a partner?”

Heat rushes to my cheeks as I wish for the ground to open up and swallow me whole. “There’s never been a partner. Not aside from…”

“Oh.” A moment passes in deathly, excruciating silence, the only sound the quiet hum of electricity in the walls. “Do you want to?”

I meet Blake’s gaze, and the cold determination in those gorgeous blue eyes sends a wave of anticipation through my lower belly. He steps forward at my nod, slow enough that I can stop him at any moment, until he’s right at my side.

“Do you trust me?” he asks, and with a start, I realize that I barely have to think about it. Not only that I trust he can get me off—though, that too. No doubt about that. No, the surprise lies in the realization that Blake is the only guy aside from my family whom I’ve allowed to even touch me in almost a year, and he is the only one I trust to give me a safe and positive sexual experience.

So without a shadow of a doubt, I say, “I do.”

“Good.” His palm straddles my inner thigh through the sheet, and though I trust him my muscles stiffen. His fingers travel up to my cheek, pulling me into a slow and gentle kiss. “Just relax. It’s only me.”

I rake my fingers through his hair as he deepens the kiss, focusing on his scent and the surprising gentleness in his touch as his fingers travel down to tease my clit over the layers of fabric.

After it all went down I never believed I could handle being touched like this again, with even a kiss being too big a mountain to climb. But now, with Blake, it seems like that mountain is nothing but a small bump. Kissing Blake is like a fresh layer of snow that makes the world go quiet, like all the noise and pain that plagues me 24/7 just melts away.

He pulls away, and I immediately miss the quiet reassurance of his lips on mine.

“Not quite how I imagined our first kiss, but I’m not complaining.” He grins, his lips brushing mine once more before traveling to my ear, our cheeks pressed together as his breath tickles my ear. “Tell me what you want.”

“Please make me come,” I breathe. “Make me one of the girls on your roster, Blake. Make me yours .”

His eyes are dark with lust as he slowly lowers the sheet off my body, his fingers brushing my skin as I’m exposed to him bare. He pauses, taking in every inch of my skin, his signature grin fading as awe takes its place, leaving him uttering curses under his breath.

Something about that look gives me the confidence to spread my legs a little wider and lift my chest to put my breasts on full display. His tongue juts out to lick his lips as his knuckles trace the sides of my hips, reaching the soft of my belly with a slight tickle that makes me laugh.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Alexis,” Blake says. “Are you sure about this? It’s not too late to back out.”

I nod, bunching his shirt in my fist and pulling him closer. He gets the hint with a chuckle, his lips finding my neck within seconds, leaving a trail down to the hollow of my throat.

My fingers stray down again, finding their place in the warmth of my folds. A heaviness settles over them and at once they’re pulled away, making me whimper with the loss.

“Not yet,” Blake says between kisses. “Need to get you nice and ready first.”

His hands find my breasts, palming them and rolling my nipples between his thumb and index fingers. A moan escapes my lips and he smirks at the sound, continuing the torture until I’m aching and begging for his cock, my body writhing underneath his touch. He lifts his hand and brings it down fast, slapping my sensitive skin. I gasp, moaning with pleasure.

He does it again, urged on by my moaning, but as I open my legs wider he steps away, rounding the bed to sit on the chair by the closet.

Blake rolls up the sleeves of his maroon shirt, the veins on his muscular arms visible even from the bed. God, he’s too handsome for his own good. “Touch yourself for me.”

I prop myself up on my elbows to look at him, my breasts jiggling with the movement, feeling pleased when the sight has him biting his lip. “I thought you were going to help me?”

“I'm not touching you until those pretty panties are soaked all the way through.” He leans back in his chair, one hand stroking the ever-growing bulge in his pants. I shiver at the sight of it, imagining the feel of his cock inside of me. The thought alone has my fingers stray down my stomach and across the fabric of my panties, dragging a slow finger through my folds. Blake watches my fingers like a hawk, every pinch, every circling motion urged on by his darkening gaze. Can he tell that I’m turned on by him alone? That the thought of his body, his mere presence, makes me more aroused than I'd ever been?

Blake groans as the fabric gets wetter and wetter, soft moans leaving my lips. I increase my speed, hoping to find that sweet release. It doesn't come.

A strangled sound leaves my lips and I move my hips to face him, opening my legs wider as I whimper, “Please.’’

He rises, walking over in long strides and halting at the foot of the bed, pulling my legs so I’m closer to the edge.

“Look at you, all nice and wet for me,’’ he says, his voice deeper than I’ve ever heard it. The way his cock strains against his zipper has to be painful, yet he only has eyes for one thing, licking his lips like he has a craving only my body can satisfy.

“Blake,” I growl in warning. If I wanted teasing, I wouldn’t have asked for his help.

A hungry smile flashes on his face as he digs his fingers into my hips and pulls me right to the edge of the bed, leaning over me to suck on the sensitive skin at my nape. I breathe out any anxiety I have left as his lips work my skin, though my body tenses at the feel of his fingers spreading my folds.

“Don’t think about anything other than my touch,” Blake whispers. “Let your body take control.”

He circles my clit with his thumb. “You’ve made quite a mess for me, Sunshine. Lucky for us, I am very good at cleaning.”

He removes his hand from my folds, hooking his thumbs under the sides of my panties before yanking it down my legs. My breath hitches as the cold air hits my soaked pussy. Blake drops to his knees, his hands gently moving across my inner thighs while he bites his lip.

I reach out my hand, touching his cheek. Surprise passes through his gaze as he looks at it, like he hadn't expected the gesture at all.

His fingers travel up my thighs to dig into my hips, inching me even closer to his mouth.

“Whenever you’re ready,” he mutters, holding my gaze. His eyes are filled with warmth, and though lust swirls thick in his gaze I know he won’t betray me.

Slowly, I guide his head down.

I fist his hair as his tongue circles my clit, my hips pushing into his face in hopes of more contact. More, more, more. The word echoes through my mind as Blake works my clit, earning the legends girls spread about him and more.

I throw back my head as his finger enters me, lazily pumping in and out until I beg for more.

“Look at my good girl, craving my fingers,” Blake says, his face shining with my slick. “If I knew this was on the agenda for today, I would’ve brought some toys for you to play with.”

“Like a vibrator?” I say, and the thought sends another shiver through my body. I’ve fantasized a lot about wearing a vibrator in public, being dependent on the whims of another—it’s a big turn-on for me.

“Vibrators, dildos. Anything you want.” He presses his lips to my inner thigh, sucking and kissing a trail up to my throbbing core. He’s gotten me closer than I’ve ever been, and I find myself restless, itching to grab him by the hair and guide him back to where he belongs. But a part of me enjoys the anguish, the quiet teasing of his touch anywhere but where I want it.

Maybe I do have an edging kink after all.

I whimper as I move my hips to get his mouth back on my clit but his fingers dig into my ass, holding me in place.

“So impatient,” Blake says with a shake of his head, that hungry smile only growing. “You said to make you mine, so I’m marking you accordingly. Every time you see these marks, I want you to think of me.”

I moan as his teeth graze my sensitive skin, following the agonizing path he’d set out on. Only when he finally returns to my core, he presses a slow, sucking kiss to my clit before starting anew on the other side.

I groan in frustration, the need starting to ache, and finally I can't take it anymore. I grip his face with both hands and guide it to my folds, thrusting my clit into his mouth. His fingers dig deeper into my ass, his teeth raking over my sensitive bud in retaliation. I scream, and as I clasp my hand over my mouth I find myself glad we’re home alone.

“Come on, beautiful. Let the neighbors learn my name.”

He teases my hole for a second longer before entering with two fingers, drawing a gasp from my lips. I rake my fingers through his soft brown curls, letting myself get lost in the expert movement of his tongue and the thrilling sensations of his experienced fingers. I moan as my back arches in pleasure and my toes curl, urging him to go even faster until I finally clench around his fingers in a wave of unparalleled pleasure, a sea of stars blocking the world from view.

I came. Finally, after years of attempts and irritation, I’d done it. And with someone. Someone who, judging by the tightness of his pants, was extremely turned on by my body.

Blake works me through my orgasm, and as it weans, he doesn't slow.

I moan in a pleasure that’s even more intense than before. “Blake, I–”

He groans, cutting me off. His voice strained and low, he says, “All these years of waiting, I want you to come again. I know you’ve got it in you.”

He spreads my legs, which are pressed against his head in the wake of my orgasm, and as his fingers curl inside me the pleasure builds quickly, barreling me towards my second orgasm.

I scream as I come undone, my hands in his hair, his name on my lips. He extracts his fingers, my body immediately feeling the loss, and cold rushes in as he lifts himself off my throbbing clit.

“It’s hard to tear yourself off a good meal,” he whispers in my ear. “And my gorgeous girl, you're the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted.”

I laugh, still high on pleasure, and press a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you, for your help.”

“I’m always happy to show you a good time,” Blake winks, and I roll my eyes, making him laugh.

“Want me to take care of this for you?” I palm the bulge threatening to burst from his jeans, earning a pained groan.

“Better not. It’s taking everything in my power not to fuck you as-is.”

I lick my lips. “Why hold back?”

“Your real, positive first time should be more special than a random afternoon-fuck. You deserve better.” He presses a kiss to the top of my sweaty forehead. “Go clean up. We have to leave soon.”

The front door slams shut, and I can only hope Blake is decent.

I can’t believe I did this . Blake is my brother’s friend, my fake boyfriend. I set out to have a quiet year, but I couldn’t have made a bigger mess if I tried.

The strange part is that I don’t regret it. Not even a little. Sure, this might complicate my relationship with Blake, but it also might not. We’ve always had this thing between us, a spark I desperately tried to ignore despite his attempts to talk to me all those years. And when we agreed to do this…I think this was a long time coming.

Besides, he not only got me off—twice—but he made me feel safe and desired and didn’t downplay his arousal. Sure, he declined a quick fuck, but his reasoning was so sweet I can’t be mad at him for it. In fact, it only underscored the fact that I can trust him, that he isn’t like Hudson.

So I can choose to let it go, pretend this encounter didn’t light a fire for something more. Or I can take a leap and open myself up to him completely.

I’m not ready for a big talk, though, so I decide to embrace Blake’s signature language: flirting.

I step into the living room wearing the tightest sports leggings known to man along with a sports bra, and a long, knit sweater clutched in my hand. Blake’s eyes are on me the moment I open my bedroom door, and they follow me as I cross to where he’s sitting on the couch. I put my phone on the coffee table, putting a little arch in my back and sticking out my ass so he has no choice but to look at it, though I know he would have done so anyway.

“You are killing me. What are you trying to do, seduce me for real?” Blake’s voice is low and raspy, and I don’t need to see his face to know what’s going through his mind. Satisfied, I straighten my back to look at him.

“You like them? They’re push up,” I say, running a hand over my ass. “But I think what’s really helping is the fact that I’m not wearing anything underneath.”

A pained groan leaves Blake’s lips and he hides his face in his hands, the effect of my outfit starting to show in his jeans. “You are impossible .”

“And such a liar, too. I can see the outline of your underwear clear as day,” Alissa laughs from the dining table, a pile of textbooks and notebooks spread out in front of her.

I smirk as Blake’s eyes shoot up at me . “You little minx, getting me all worked up for nothing!”

“That sounds like a you problem,” I laugh, and put on my sweater. “Come on, we better hurry if we want to get to the aquarium on time.”

I dodge my sister’s suspicious look as I breeze to the door to grab my coat and handbag, relieved to find Blake carrying my phone.

His eyes rake over my body once more, the hunger in his gaze growing, and I smile.

Let the games begin.