Chapter 18
Calla
Squinting against the harsh buttery sunlight peeking through the crack of the curtains, I blink away the sleep coating my lower lash line. It’s early – too early for a Saturday. The only sound a lone dog barking somewhere in the distance and the chirping of the birds.
Pulling the blanket up to my chin, I close my eyes again, hoping I can drift away for another hour, or two, before I feel something tickle my bare back causing the baby hairs laying upon my neck to stand on edge.
I wait for a heartbeat, my sleep-addled mind unable to follow the pattern, and then flip over, my eyes meeting Blake’s.
“Sorry,” he utters roughly, voice gritty with remnants of sleep. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“You didn’t,” I say. “What time is it?”
Blake peers over his shoulder to the analogue clock sitting on his nightstand. “A little after six.”
I burrow my head into my pillow. “Ugh. It’s too early.”
“It might not feel so bad if we weren’t up half the night.” Blake huffs a laugh through his nose, while I gaze at him through narrowed eyes, half of my face still smushed into the pillow.
“You started it.”
“Me?” Blake shakes his head, propping himself up so he can peer down at me. “I don’t think so. It was all you, sunshine.”
My nipples tighten into points at the use of his nickname for me.
Flopping onto my back, I squeeze my thighs together, a wicked bolt of heat flashing through my pussy as mental images of last night filter through my mind. “I was in the kitchen getting a glass of water first.”
“Maybe. But it was you who jumped on me.”
I pop my shoulders, schooling my features into an air of nonchalance. “Can you blame me? You’re hot and your cock is huge; why wouldn’t I jump on you at every chance?”
If I wasn’t looking directly at him, I might have missed the slight blush staining Blake’s cheeks.
He chokes out something between a laugh and a groan, bending down to press his lips to mine. “You’re a handful, you know that?”
I don’t deny it, instead I wrap my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist and fall into the giddy sensation running through my entire being. I don’t bother to even hide the grin dancing across my wicked mouth.
“Like you’re one to talk,” I retort, reaching down to squeeze Blake’s cock, which is already thick and hard against the junction of my thigh and bikini line. “You’re more than a handful. Not that you’re ever going to hear me complaining about that.”
He kisses me like he’s trying to devour me whole, pining me to the mattress with his muscular body. A giddy shiver rumbles through me knowing I’m at his mercy, unable to get away, having to take whatever he gives me.
I part my legs when Blake’s hand reaches the apex of my bare thighs, his lips mouthing at my neck, my jawline, my chest, sure to leave behind red and purple marks.
He spreads my pussy apart with his fore and middle finger, trailing down to gather my slick and then gliding back up to circle my swollen clit.
I bark out a helpless groan, baring my neck and tipping my head back into the plush pillow beneath me.
“I like you spread out for me,” Blake mumbles against my skin, sliding a blunt finger inside of me while his thumb traces shapes on my bundle of nerves. “I might just keep you here. Like this. Would you like that, sunshine?”
When I gush around his finger, he raises his head to smirk down at me, usually kept brunette strands all mussed up.
“I guess that’s my answer.”
“Cocky bastard,” I utter before my breath is stolen from my lungs.
Adding a second finger, Blake crooks them until he hits that spongy spot hidden against my front wall that makes my legs spasm. The pad of his thumb doesn’t let up strumming across my clit, his lips closing around my hard nipple and sucking. Hard.
I whimper, toes curling in his sheets, hips bucking up to meet each crook of Blake’s fingers.
I’m so wet I can hear the sound of my pussy gripping him greedily, which only seems to spur him on.
Not one to be outdone, I wrap my palm around Blake’s hard cock resting against my lower stomach, taking pleasure in the pained hiss I pull from his mouth.
He bites down harder on my breast in retaliation, speeding his fingers up until I’m nothing but a moaning, panting mess, unable to make my hand move up and down.
Instead, I grip Blake’s hip, nails digging into the plush curve of his arse.
“Ah, fuck. I’m coming—”
Wetness smears across my upper thighs, dripping down Blake’s knuckles. He keeps a steady pressure on my front wall and clit, prologuing my orgasm for as long as I’ll let him before I snap my legs shut with a cry.
Groaning into my collarbone, he pulls his fingers out of me, trailing my wetness along my stomach, around my tummy button and up to my tits. He coats each sensitive nipple, before diving down to suck the taste of me off my skin, while his fingers slide past my lips.
He presses down against the flat of my tongue, allowing me to taste myself and then sealing his mouth on mine.
We’re a flurry of kisses, wandering hands squeezing any piece of flesh they can find, until I finally regain enough feeling in my legs to wrap around his trim waist and flip us over until I’m on top.
I don’t bother with hovering – Blake will only pull me down – allowing the cradle of his muscular thighs to hold my body weight.
While he buries his face in my chest, I make a grab for the box of condoms sitting on his nightstand, ripping one from the strip, tearing it and rolling it down Blake’s hard length.
He watches my every movement as I raise up onto my knees, holding him steady at his base to line myself up, before sinking down slowly, taking every inch.
Our pleasured groans echo across the walls of his bedroom, another whole-body shiver wracking me at how full I feel. I squeeze my eyes shut tight, flattening my palms against Blake’s stomach to keep myself steady when I begin to move atop of him.
“God, you feel so fucking good inside of me,” I mumble, too lost in my own ecstasy to give much thought to what I’m saying; the words simply rolling from my tongue.
“Shit,” Blake grits out. I can tell by the way he’s shifted, abs bunching beneath my fingertips, that he’s lain down. “This tight little fucking pussy taking every inch of my fat cock, just like I knew she could. Ah fuck…”
His hands find my thighs, squeezing and jiggling the flesh there, kneading my skin in his palms. “I can’t get enough of you, sunshine.”
“Mhm,” I hum, moving faster, pulling my hips up, sinking down and twisting in a neat circle before I repeat the movement over and over. “The feeling’s mutual.”
Sliding my hand to the space we’re joined, I graze my fingertips over my clit, shivering at the ecstasy zipping down my spine.
“Fuck. I think I’m gonna come again.” I throw my head back, the tips of my hair tickling my low back.
“That’s it, sunshine. You’re doing so well.” Blake’s praise washes over me, pushing me further to the edge. “Let me see you make yourself come.”
I circle my clit faster, hips bucking, digging my nails into Blake’s abs to keep myself grounded.
“Almost there, Calla.” He traces my puffy lips, a profanity slipping from his mouth when I wrap my tongue around his thumb, moaning around the blunt digit and sucking hard.
“I can feel you, sunshine. Squeezing that tight pussy of yours around me, trying to milk me dry. Come on, I wanna feel you gush for me, make a mess all over my bed.”
Blake’s filthy words tip me over the edge. I come with a shout, core spasming, thighs twitching, slick gushing out of me. I fuck myself on his cock through the tremors still wracking my wrung-out body, moving faster, faster, faster, until I’m panting, sweat gathering between my tits.
Ever the gentleman, now I’ve got mine, Blake tightens his grip on my waist, planting his feet flat on the mattress and bucking up into me. He fucks into me messily, my pussy creating a wet sucking sound with each of his hard upward thrusts.
“Holy shit, I’m gonna—Calla.” Blake groans, the tendons in his neck straining when he pushes his head back into his pillow, his cock thickening and pulsing inside of me.
I feel a slight spike of warmth when he fills the condom, but it’s not the same as being fucked raw; our bodies as physically close as they can get.
I pout at the thought.
Leaning forward, sandwiching our hips, stomachs and chests together, I graze Blake’s lips with mine.
Pressing featherlight kisses to his tense jawline, I move along back and forth until he regains enough feeling in his legs to slip out of me and tuck me into his warm, slightly tacky with sweat, side.
He strokes my hair as I lay my cheek on his chest, listening to his heartrate and his breathing return to its normal pace.
“Do you want some breakfast?”
I peer up at him through my lashes. “Breakfast and a show, aren’t I such a lucky girl?”
He huffs out a low laugh at that, swinging his legs out of bed.
I watch as he stands, in all his naked glory – my greedy core clenching at the sight of his perfectly sculpted arse of his – padding to his wardrobe and shoving a pair of grey tracksuit pants up his hips, before he turns to grin at me.
“Come on. I think you need all the fuel you can get after that performance.”
I steal his button down from the night before, scooping it up off the floor and shrugging it over my shoulders before following in Blake’s footsteps.
“Tea? Coffee?”
“Coffee, please,” I call, freeing my clutch from behind the back of the sofa, where I’d dumped it in my haste last night and sliding my phone out.
A quick glance at my missed notification panel shows a myriad of text messages in the group chat I’m in, a comment on my latest TikTok and a message from an unknown number…
UNKNOWN NUMBER: he isn’t who he says he is, Calla.
My blood runs cold through my veins, gooseflesh erupting over the tops of my bare thighs.
Who the hell is this and how do they know my name?
Who isn’t who he says he is? Blake?