Chapter Twenty Three
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
As Heather followed Blake back to the ranch she couldn’t wait to crawl into bed and snuggle against him. It was all she could think about until they turned into his driveway and she saw his headlights catch Butch racing towards the truck. Rolling to a stop, she climbed out only to be momentarily distracted by a blast of icy air.
“What a sweetheart he is,” she remarked, doing her best to ignore the chill as she watched the happy dog leap and bark with excitement. “He couldn’t wait for you to come home.”
“He’s not used to me bein’ out this late. Thank God for Doug. Let’s get inside. It feels like we’re about to have some freezin’ rain.”
With Butch still jumping up and down, they hurried into the house and found Doug standing by the stove stirring a pot.
“Thanks again,” Blake said gratefully. “You saved the day, or should I say the night.”
“Hey, like I said, no problem, and I’ve made some of my famous hot chocolate to welcome you home.”
“Your hot chocolate is famous?” Heather asked with a grin as she removed her coat.
“Yep, it’s just that no-one knows yet,” he added with a chuckle. “You’re lucky I had the secret ingredient with me.”
“Which is what?” Blake piped up.
“A very special brand of dark chocolate,” he replied, pouring the enticing drink into the mugs he’d set on the table. “I’d like to join you and chat for a bit but I need to take off.”
“Oh, my gosh! Doug!” Heather exclaimed, taking a sip. “This is absolutely fantastic!”
“I’m glad you like it, and now I’ll be on my way. But if you ever need a night out just let me know.”
“Thanks again,” Blake said as Doug pulled on his jacket. “I owe you one.”
“Uh, no, you’ll never owe me one,” Doug replied solemnly, then slipped out the door.
“What did he mean?” Heather asked as Blake found a milk bone for Butch.
“I helped him out of a jam once.”
“Can you tell me about it?”
“I’ll have to talk to him about that.”
“Ah, I see. Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.”
“Hey, it’s fine, you didn’t know. Let’s drink this hot chocolate in front of the fire. We need to warm up. Then I intend to ravage every part of you.”
“If this wasn’t so delicious I’d ravage every part of you right now,” she quipped with a giggle.
Breaking into a grin, he took her hand, and she walked with him into the living room, but when Butch beat them to the couch, they settled on the floor with their backs against it.
“Really, Blake? Why are you letting him sit up there on the comfy cushions where we should be?” she remarked, shaking her head.
“I have my reasons.”
“Which are?” she asked as he placed his mug on a side table, then took hers.
“Um, excuse me, I was drinking that.”
“Not anymore.”
Before she could respond he leaned down and fervently kissed her.
“You’re right, I’ll drink it later,” she muttered as he pulled back, then urgently lifted her sweater over her head and threw her arms around his neck. “Honestly, you have no idea how you make me feel.”
He responded by sliding his hand behind her and deftly unhooking her bra.
“Uh, Blake, you do that much too well,” she murmured as he tossed it aside.
“Excuse me?”
“You can only get really good at something with practice.”
“Ah, but practice makes perfect, and now you get the benefits.”
“There is that,” she quipped, but as he pushed her onto her back all thought abruptly left her. He began drawing her nipples into his mouth, moving from one breast to the other, hungrily sucking and flicking them with the tip of his tongue.
“Please, Blake, please…”
“What?” he breathed, raising his head and staring down at her.
“I want you so much.”
“Close your eyes and don’t open them. Understood?”
“Ooh, yes, Sir.”
* * *
After removing her clothes, Blake strode into his bedroom and quickly found the two items he wanted. A battery powered vibrator and a blindfold. With his cock surging to life, he quickly returned and slipped the blindfold in place.
“Spread your legs and rest this against your clit,” he ordered, turning on the vibrator and putting it in her hand. “You can press it hard, or lightly, your choice, but under no circumstances are you allowed to climax. If you get close pull it away. Any questions?”
“No, Sir,” she panted, pressing the massaging wand against her sex.
Quickly removing his clothes, he knelt beside her, fondling her breasts with one hand, while stroking himself with the other. He continued, paying close attention to her moans and cries, then leaned down and devoured her lips in a crushing kiss.
“Blake…I’m already so close…” she gasped. “It feels so…so…”
“Stop! Get on your hands and knees and keep the vibrator in reach.”
“Oooh, yes, Sir.”
As she followed his instruction, he moved behind her, sheathed his stiff member, then placed himself against her soaked passage and pushed forward.
“Put the vibrator back against your clit,” he said huskily, suddenly delivering a hot slap on each cheek.
Relishing her cry, then her soulful moan, he stayed buried inside her, loving the sensation from the vibrator against his cock. Closing his eyes he savored every scintillating second—until he felt his excitement growing. Though his urge was to pump, he wanted to see if he’d climax from just the intense tingling.
“Sir…can I…can I…?”
Her bleating plea sent a surge of excitement through his loins, and when he felt her channel tighten around him he knew his climax was only seconds away.
“Yes, yes,” he grunted. “Give it to me now.”
Barely a moment passed before her body grew taut and she sucked in a long breath. As she cried out in ecstasy, he pumped just a couple of times before squeezing his eyes shut and surrendering to the spasms as they swept through his being.