Chapter 33
After Blaze announced we were going on a date, I took a long hot bubble bath. It’s my favorite way to unwind. After fixing myself a mimosa of course, because what’s a self-care day without alcohol? I’ve been lingering in the guest room for hours, taking my time bathing, shaving, moisturizing, working on painting my toenails.
I paint the black-purple color across the nail, perfecting it until the whole nail is covered. I’m on my fifth drink and the buzz I have going on has taken away all the anxiety I had earlier about this date tonight. I’ve never been given anything in my life. Everything I’ve owned or own, I busted my ass for.
Once I’ve finished my nails, I let them dry then head into the bathroom to dry my hair. It doesn’t take long before I’m stuck with finding something to wear. I start panicking, realizing I don’t have anything date worthy here with me. For fucks sake. I start to rummage through my clothes, praying to have at least one decent item, when a knock sounds at the door.
I hop up to go answer it, Aaron stands there with a mischievous smile on his face.
“Yes?”
He holds up a long black bag with a black shoe box.
“What’s this?”
I ask, eyeing the box curiously, reaching out to take it from him.
“Blaze mentioned you not having much of your clothing here, so I figured you wouldn’t have anything to wear. I hope you don’t mind, but I ran out and grabbed you something for this evening.”
Aaron’s face blushes as he scratches the back of his head.
“Aaron, this is incredibly sweet. You didn’t have to do this,”
I say, my eyes starting to water.
Aaron steps closer, our chests touching, “I’d do anything for you Princess.”
He places a kiss on my head, then leaves me standing there in shock.
I close the door, laying the bag and shoebox on the bed. Unzipping the bag, I find a black spaghetti strap dress. The top is made of a black lace floral design, the bottom leather, making it look like it’s a two piece when it’s not. It’s sexy as hell. I open the shoe box to find a pair of red stiletto heels that wrap around the ankle in ribbon.
An excited squeal leaves me, I’ve never owned anything this nice and I can’t wait to try it on. I go to the bathroom to finish curling my hair and applying my makeup. I do the full work this time, not skipping out on anything. I give myself a brown smokey eye look to make my eyes pop, adding eyeliner to give me siren eyes.
After applying my mascara and a deep burgundy lipstick, I’m ready for the dress. I slip the lace and leather over my head, pulling it down until it’s in place. I place the heels on my feet, then go check myself out in the mirror. I gawk at myself for a good five minutes. I’ve never felt so incredibly hot in my life.
“Cea, are you ready?”
Blaze yells.
“Yeah, coming!”
I smile at myself in the mirror. “Eat your heart out boys.”
Blaze and I stand by the front door, waiting for Cea. She enters the living room and I swear I can feel my jaw drop. I knew when I picked that dress out she was going to look damn good, but she has completely taken my breath away. The leather is glued to her skin showing off her gorgeous curves, the lace fitted tight to her chest and sides gives her the perfect hourglass look.
“Damn Mama.”
Blaze whistles. “Have I died and gone to heaven?” he asks, taking her hand, guiding her to spin around to give us a three-sixty view.
When she’s done twirling, she stops to look at me.
I swallow. “You look amazing baby.”
A shy smile spreads on her face as she comes and presses a soft kiss on my lips.
“Thank you. This is incredible,” she says.
“Let’s go,”
Blaze booms, already rushing out the door. We exit the house to find a limo waiting at the end of the driveway.
“Why is there a—”
“Only the best for mine,”
Blaze says triumphantly, shooing the driver away so he can hold the door open for me and Cea.
We slid into the limo, Blaze and I each seated by the window, Cea squished between us. He reaches toward the mini bar, grabbing a bottle of champagne and three glasses, pouring us each one.
“How much money did you put out for this?”
I question, taking the drink from his hands.
“You don’t worry about that. Let’s just enjoy tonight.”
He throws a wink our way, clinking his glass with ours and taking a sip.
“To tonight,”
Cea and I say in unison.
We pull up to a luxury restaurant, the car hops instantly opening the door for us. Blaze exits first, followed by Cea, then me. I look up to see the restaurant is called Velour Velvet. I’ve heard of this restaurant a few times, only catering to the rich and snobby people. How the hell did Blaze score us a reservation?
“Don’t even worry about it,”
Blaze says, wrapping an arm around Cea’s waist to lead her into the establishment.
I give in, following behind silently, deciding to just enjoy the night while I can. We walked up to the hostess. Her eyes devour Blaze, her tongue sticking out to lick her lip. Oh fuck.
Cea grabs the stand, leaning in real close. I have to move in an inch just to hear the words that come out of her mouth.
“I suggest you put your tongue back in your fucking mouth and get us quickly seated or you’re going to have a very very bad night,”
Cea says, an innocent smile on her face.
The hostess eyes go wide, as she takes an audible swallow.
“Of course ma’am, right this way,”
she rushes out, I almost couldn’t understand her.
She leads us to a table toward the back, a round corner booth. The table is lined with white linen cloth, two long candle sticks lit and on display. We slide in, Cea once again sitting between us.
A young waiter comes and takes our order, a good-looking guy, clearly working here only because he has too. His eyes linger on Cea, falling down to the cleavage showing off in her dress.
“I think your eyes should be up here,”
Blaze says, slamming the sharp end of the knife down into the table between him and the waiter.
“Uh y-yes sir,”
he stutters. “What can I get you?”
“The best red wine you have…we’ll take the bottle.”
I’m pretty sure my eyebrows would have shot off my head from the amount of money Blaze has been dropping tonight if they could. Blaze snatches up the menus, handing them to the waiter, ordering lobster and steak for each of us.
“How do you know I’m not a vegetarian?”
Cea asks, her voice and facial expression trying to come off stern.
“Baby, I saw you throwing bacon back down your throat like it was mine or A’s cock this morning. You’re not a vegetarian.”
A blush creeps onto her cheeks as she shoves Blaze playfully in the shoulder.
“Ha ha ha, you’re so funny.”
“I can be sometimes,”
Blaze says, diving in and kissing her on the neck, while move my arm behind her shoulders.
The low jazz music plays throughout the room. Cea’s breath hitching in her throat. I angle my head toward her to see what's going on. Blaze looks to be in his own world, gazing around the room, but the slight movement of his hand tells me other things are going on.
I lean into Cea, my words only loud enough for her to hear.
“You okay, Princess?” I ask.
She swallows, nodding her before shakingly bringing her wine to her lips and taking a sip.
Blaze winks at me before bringing his wet, glistening fingers up to the front of his face and popping them in his mouth. Ohh, if he’s going to play, I want to play too.
I told myself I should have gone ahead and wore panties or at least thongs with this dress, but I absolutely did not want a line showing. But with the way Blaze’s fingers were just strumming my clit like the most talented fingers strumming guitar strings, I can’t figure out if not wearing any was a good or bad idea.
I look over at Blaze, my lip between my teeth. His eyes are heated and I know he’s going to eat me alive before we leave here. I can feel Aaron scooting closer to me, forcing my back to his chest his hands rubbing down my body, until one sneaks under my dress.
“Oh fuck,”
I whimper.
His fingers tease my slit, before he shoves one into my heat, pumping it in and out slowly. His thumb joins, circling my clit at the same pace. It feels torturous, yet so good.
Blaze leans in, his lips pressing a light kiss to the corner of my mouth.
“Be a good girl and stay quiet. Understood?”
I nod, waiting to see what he does next.
He checks his surroundings before diving under the table right before the waiter comes to check in with us as.
“Is there anything else I can get you right now?”
he asks, eyeing me and Aaron.
I notice a couple of male bartenders from across the room watching us, surely seeing Blaze slip under. If their cocky smirks and the way the first one jabbed the other to get his attention is anything to go by, they most definitely know what's going on. Thank goodness the booth has a cloth that hangs almost to the floor. The most they should be able to see is Blaze’s feet, which then again is too much knowledge for my liking.
Aaron’s hand moves out of the way, and as soon as he rests it on my thigh, Blaze's mouth latches on to my clit, causing me to let out a gasp. I quickly turn it into a fake cough and Aaron taps me on the back, as the waiter fills my water glass, handing it to me.
“Ma’am, are you okay?”
he asks, his expression worried.
“Oh, yes!”
I accidentally screech as Blaze shoves two of his fingers inside of me, thrusting as rough and hard as he can. I can hear whispers from other dinner guests, several looking our way trying to see what all the fuss is, but I’m too turned on to really give a damn at this point. I can already feel myself soaked, my juices running down my legs.
“Are you sure ma’am? Is there anything else I can get you? The waiter looks from me to Aaron, waiting for one of us to answer.
“She’s fine.”
Aaron smiles up at him.
The waiter bows a little, then turns to go check on his other tables. Aaron slips the butter-knife sitting by his plate to Blaze.
“What are you doing?”
I turn my panicked gaze to Aaron who leans in pressing his lips to mine.
“Don’t worry baby, just know we’re going to make you feel good,”
he says, moving his lips to my neck, working his way behind my ear, continuing to kiss and suck.
As I go to say something else, Blaze shoves the butter knife handle into my entrance, his mouth latching onto my clit full force now. Whimpers leave me as I bite my lips to do everything I can to stop myself from screaming and moaning.
Blazes mouth is relentless, perfectly matching the way he’s fucking me with the butter knife. I can almost feel myself about to scream into my orgasm. Aaron must know it too, because he jerks my head toward him, staring into my eyes.
“Focus on me, Princess,”
he whispers. “Come for me.” His lips crash down onto mine and I come all over Blaze’s face.
Our kiss is strong and passionate and as I come down from my orgasm, our kiss turns lazier and more relaxed. Blaze also slows down, pulling the butter-knife from me, giving my clit a few more licks and kisses. My body has gone completely limp. I feel so satiated, I just want to go home and curl up with both my men.
“Check”
Blaze shouts to the waiter, as he reappears from under the table, obviously on the same wavelength as me.
He turns to me and winks, pocketing the butter knife into his inner jacket pocket. “A souvenir…”
Blaze pays our check then helps me from the booth. “Now, let’s get our girl home.”
“You don’t want a to-go plate?”
I ask, knowing this food was expensive, there’s no way I wouldn’t be taking my leftovers with me.
“Nah, I’m looking at everything I want to devour,”
he says, tugging me and Aaron closer to him, not giving a damn that we’re drawing attention.
“I agree, let’s get out of here.”
Aaron says. “We’re not done with you yet baby.”