11. Blake
Blake
I ’m home for two more days before flying back to Brazil for two weeks and then back for four days, then to do it all over again for the next three months. Today I have lived my life on the phone, tightening up proposals and ensuring the men we need to persuade are having a splendid time. We came over to Amity’s this morning due to needing clothes before going to work this morning and decided to stay here for the remainder of the days. Looking down at my watch, I notice it is four in the afternoon already. Amity should be back soon, so maybe I can be nice and start dinner for us. I know I personally haven’t eaten all day with the workload piling up.
Hamlet follows me into the kitchen and starts to bark at his bowl. He must be hungry. “Oh shit, Ham. Did you not get breakfast?” He sits and glares with a light growl surfacing to barking. “Alright, alright, let's go get you some food.” Once fed, he settles down, and I go about pulling pork chops and vegetables out of the fridge. I am chopping up vegetables when Hamlet starts barking at the door, and then I hear him jumping up and down in excitement when Amity walks through the door. With my back turned, focusing on the frying pan,I call out, “My girl is finally home.”
Silence.
I slowly turn my head to look over my shoulder to be met with stern face Amity. Fuuucck, what did I do now? Racking my brain, I take the road to not speak at all and possibly implicate myself further. Giving her my sultry smile, I turn back to flip the pork chops and toss onions into the pan. More silence, and a hole is being burned into the back of my scalp. I remove the food from the pan then walk back over to the fridge to grab a chilled bottle of wine. I turn to look at her just in time to duck as a small vase flies toward my head. “What the actual fuck, Amity?” Glaring at her, I’m tempted to throw the wine bottle back at her.
She chunks a rolled-up magazine toward my chest, which I let fall to the ground. “Are you done throwing shit at me?” Her arms cross over her chest with her ice daggers ready to soar to kill me.
“Go ahead, pick up the magazine.” She is daring me to, but my stubborn ass refuses, glaring back at her. “You stubborn horse's ass!” Stalking toward me, I step back a bit. She leans down to pick it up off the floor, then unravels it, holding the front cover in my face. My eyes widen at the site of the cover of Texas Monthly, but then grin with the beauty of the cover.
“You knew this was going to happen. I’m confused as to why your panties are in a wad over this.”
“Seriously, Blake. A damn heads up would have been much appreciated. How the hell did this even get pushed through at the last minute? I have been dodging questions and autographing most of my day. Spent two of my classes in the break room with the door locked because my colleagues were just as crazy as my students over this news.”
“You know my mother knows people. Plus this was huge news.” Reading the title of the cover, I don’t see what’s wrong with it. “Casanova Holdings is OFF the Market! Congratulations Blake and Amity. Open to page 264 for details and who is this mystery woman that stole the heart of Texas’s beloved playboy.” All this with one of the pictures my mother had taken yesterday at lunch.
“I might kill you myself,” she grits out.
Stepping towards her, I lift my hands in surrender. “Baby, if I would have known, I would have given you the heads up. I have not heard from anyone all day.”
“Whatever. Over it now,” she pouts, turning to walk away from me, but I grip her wrist, twirling her back into me then trapping her between my body and countertop. “You don’t get to turn away from me, Amity. You especially do not get to leave me still pissed off.”
“Not mad,” she mutters, avoiding eye contact. I wrench her wrists in my one hand, while my left hand grabs her chin to push it up.
“Look at me Amity.” She hesitates, but then her ice daggers pierce my soul. “We can play this game all night if you want.” Her eyes shift away from mine, pushing me to grab her attention again. With her face still locked in my hand, I lick up her cheek, gliding my tongue down her neck before biting and nipping along her collarbone. A painful hiss escapes between her gritted teeth. “Don’t resist me, baby. You want me, right here right now, don’t you?” Locking eyes with hers, I lean down to subtly kiss her plump lips, only for her to suck my bottom lip in, then bite down, drawing blood. Pulling back and licking my bottom lip, tasting the sweet iron sends a rage through me. I rotate her body, pushing her top half into the counter.
Using one hand, I’m holding her wrists behind her in one swoop of motion. With my other hand, I yank her skirt down with her panties, leaving them to pool at her feet. Then I quickly undo my buckle and pants, pushing them down to my knees. “Someone wants to play dirty tonight,” I whisper in her ear. Sliding my hand down her backside until I reach her heat, I pull back for a moment. Slap. Amity lets out a groan, but I can tell she is still holding back from enjoying herself. I push and circle her nub, pulling squeaks out of her, then slap her pussy again. “Wet. So wet for me, my beautiful princess. Indulge yourself in the pleasure and pain. Give in to me, Amity.” I push the tip of my cock into her soaked folds, taunting her. “Tell me you want me, you stubborn woman,” I hiss, pushing my long shaft into her sweet heat, only to pull back out when she moans. I repeat the act several more times, knowing I’m pushing her over the edge when she pushes her ass into me. Lifting her top half off the counter, I take her shirt off with no protest. Unsnap her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Groping her perky breasts in my palms, I squeeze and fondle them roughly in between pulling her mouth back to mine to kiss her. I have her where I want her when she spins around, wrapping her hand around my cock.
“I don’t like you at this moment, but you need to fuck my cunt right now or I’ll handle my own pleasure.”
“I love when you talk dirty to me,” I purr, picking her up and wrapping her legs around my waist. I shuffle to the kitchen table and lay her down, quickly pulling my pants off then I'm crawling over her on top of the table.
“We are going to break the table,” she giggles out.
“I’ll buy a new one,” groaning, pushing myself firmly inside her. Her back arches off the table with a loud moan. Then we find ourselves in a perfect rhythm. “Fuck me. You are a goddess with your tight pussy.” She then swivels her hips against me causing me to release a deeply throated growl.
“Blake!” is shouted from her intoxicating mouth which unravels me. Pulsing inside her while she milks me dry is the second best feeling in the world. First, is just being near her, touching her. Third, is, of course, when her mouth is wrapped around my length. She relaxes underneath me.
“You good now?” I ask, arching my eyebrow.
“I am, thank you.” Leaning up kissing me on the cheek. “I love you, Blake Holdings,” she says with a smile, sauntering off to the bedroom. Just like that, there is peace in our world again, thanks to an orgasm.