Chapter 8 Blake #2
“Yes!” She screams out and almost grabs my head again.
I pull back to scold her, but she quickly realizes her mistake and puts her hands back into position.
I wait a moment, watching her hands before I go back to work.
Her pussy is fucking sweet and I could eat it all night, but I have to meet up with Pinch before I take her home.
And I really want to fuck her on my bed as soon as fucking possible.
I push my finger in and out, prepping her ass.
I lap at her nub again before sucking it into my mouth gently.
She moans into her arm to muffle the sound.
I slip another finger in and start tongue fucking her again.
It’s fucking tight, but both my middle and pointer finger fit.
Thank fuck. For a minute I was worried I wasn’t going to be able to get into that ass tonight. My hard dick twitches at the thought.
Her body starts to shake again and she’s struggling to hold still. She’s close. She moans and her pussy clamps down on my tongue. And that’s where I’m going to leave her.
I withdraw my fingers and stand up. My dick is still hard as fuck, but I’m going to have to wait, just like my little hellcat.
I reach for my jeans after cleaning up and take a look at her flushed, delectable body.
I smile at the hickey I left on her breast. My claim on her.
She jackknifes on the bed at the realization that I’m leaving.
“What’re you doing?” she asks with her chest heaving. My eyes immediately go to her hardened, pink nipples. I almost groan at the sight. I can’t fucking wait to suck on them tonight.
“I have to go talk to Pinch and then I’m taking you home.”
“But-” I cut her off before she can finish.
“I told you. You shouldn’t have made me jealous, hellcat.
” She looks like she’s going to beat the shit out of me, but instead she moves to sit cross-legged on the bed and pulls the comforter around her, avoiding eye contact.
I grab her dress and lean down to give it to her.
She snatches it out of my hand and I chuckle before giving her a small peck on the cheek, which she pulls away from.
She looks ready to rip my fucking face off, so I don’t risk going in for a kiss on the lips.
“Don’t push me, hellcat.” She looks up through her lashes at me with a scowl on her face.
“Now give me a kiss before I go and when I take you home, I’ll take care of you.
” She purses her lips before leaning up to give me too quick of a peck.
Her lips barely fucking touched mine. For a moment I second-guess what I’m doing.
She’s really fucking pissed that I didn’t get her off.
It’ll be that much better for her later though.
I nod my head at the thought. Yeah, waiting will only add to her pleasure.
I’ll let her ride my tongue and use my face for her pleasure. She’ll fucking love me then.
“Don’t touch yourself.” I look at her hard and narrow my eyes. I’m not stupid. She’d get herself off the second I leave this room if I hadn’t told her not to. She crosses her arms across her chest and looks at me like I’m a goddamn villain.
“I’ll meet you at the bar in a few minutes,” I tell her. She doesn’t make eye contact, instead just nodding her head. I hesitate, but decide to leave. She’ll be alright. She just has to learn not to make me jealous. I’m sure that taught her a fucking lesson.
Marie
That fucking asshole! As soon as he closes the door, I collapse back onto the bed and cover my face with my hands. My emotions are off the chart. It’s so fucking hard not to cry right now. That cocky bastard used me for his pleasure like I was just some whore.
Yeah I fucking enjoyed it at the time, but right now it fucking hurts.
A sob rocks through my body and I let it.
The tears start pouring down my face. I feel so degraded.
Had he let me cum and held me afterward, I wouldn’t be feeling like this.
But he used me to get off, then teased me and left.
The sobs grow more intense and I gasp for breath.
I’m not going to lie here and fucking cry over this bullshit.
I wipe angrily under my eyes and slowly get off the bed.
There’s a mirror on the dresser and I move to it to fix myself.
My skin’s flushed and a bit of mascara is running, but I clean it up the best I can.
The only evidence that I cried are my red-rimmed eyes.
I close them and press my palms against the lids.
I let my body calm for a few minutes before grabbing my cardigan.
I breathe out deep and will myself to calm the fuck down.
I’m struggling with what to do. I fucking loved what happened, but hated that he left me here and even worse, that he didn’t let me cum. Bastard. I stare at myself in the mirror. That’s one fucked up way to get back at someone.
Maybe I’ll fuck with him tonight. I smile in the mirror, feeling like a badass bitch again.
Yeah he humiliated me, but I fucking loved it.
I button up my cardigan and take a deep breath to head back downstairs.
I’ve got to think of some way to get that fucker back.
As I walk down the stairs, I have to stifle back a moan.
I’m so damn close. Part of me wants to get myself off.
It wouldn’t take much, just a few hard strokes against my clit.
I moan when I remember him smacking my clit with his dick.
A shudder of pleasure runs through my body.
That felt so fucking good. I’ll play his game. Even if he’s a bastard.
As I get to the landing and head into the main room, a pretty little blonde twig bumps into me.
“Oh shit, sorry.” I bite my lip and step back. “My bad.” She smiles and waves her hand.
“No, it was my fault. I’m sorry.” I smile back and start to move past her toward the bar, but she puts her hand on my arm to stop me.
“Did you go up there with Blake?” Why the fuck does she want to know? I narrow my eyes at her.
“Yeah, he just came down a second ago. Were you heading up there to talk to him or something?” She laughs at my question.
“Yeah, sure. Or something.” She laughs again. “But seriously, are you done with him? I was really hoping to get into his bed again tonight.” My breath leaves my body.
Into his bed.
Again.
The tears threaten to come back, but I will them away.
It shouldn’t hurt this bad. Why does that hurt so much? It’s because I’m stupid, that’s why.
She looks oblivious. Like her words wouldn’t fucking hurt. Like this kind of shit is normal. Maybe it is normal for her. And Blake. What the hell was I thinking?
“Yeah, I’m done with him.” I force a small smile. “Do you have a phone I can use?”
She smiles brightly back at me.
“Yeah, sure!” She reaches into her back pocket and hands me an outdated flip phone. I call the only number I know by heart other than my own.
“Hello?” Lexi’s voice answers on the second ring, sounding worried.
“Lexi-” As soon as I say her name, she shrieks into the phone.
“Oh my God, Marie! Where the hell are you? I’m out of my fucking mind over here!”
I roll my eyes at her outburst. Yeah, okay Lexi.
“Are you at the bar?” I don’t have time to fuck around. The blonde twig is watching me and I’m pretty sure she’s trying to listen in on the conversation.
“Yeah I got here-” she starts to say, but I cut her off. At this point I can tell I’m not going to be able to stop the damn tears from coming and I just need to get the hell out of here.
“I’m down the street, a few blocks toward the train station. Can you meet me at the corner?”
“Yeah. Are you okay?” The hysteria has gone down a notch and she’s obviously concerned. The tears well and I take a deep breath.
“Yeah, just come get me please.”