Chapter 30
Calla
Wiping the thin layer of sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand, I gulp back the bottle of water in my hand, swallowing it in one.
My cheeks hurt from laughing and smiling all day, my voice is raw from singing along to the music played by the DJ and my feet ache from dancing, even though I took off my heels and kicked them away hours ago.
Most of the wedding party has slipped upstairs to their bedrooms, calling it an evening, or should I say early morning. But Shelby and I are determined to be the last ones on the dance floor.
I smile as I feel two large hands wrap around the ladder of my ribcage, pulling me backwards into the solid feel of his hard body.
“Dance with me, Calla.”
Blake and I dance like fools, just as we had the first night we met, until the DJ finally announces the last song of the night.
As the slow love ballad begins to croon over the speakers, Blake scoops me up into his arms, placing a sweet kiss to the curve of my neck when I bend my head to rest my cheek on his shoulder.
“One day, that’s going to be us.”
I glance upwards to see what he’s talking about, finding Carmen and Jake, still sitting at the top of their wedding table, holding hands and singing to each other.
“Promise?”
“Promise, sunshine.”
I slowly graze my mouth against Blake’s. I don’t mean for it to become anything, but Blake obviously has other ideas when he nibbles on my plush bottom lip before he tips his head to one side and begins to devour me whole.
“Can I take you upstairs, Calla?”
I press my hips to his, feeling the heavy bulge of his cock against my lower stomach. “Please.”
Blake grabs my hand, tucking me into his side and leading us across the empty dance floor to the top table.
I launch myself at Carmen, wrapping her up firmly in a hug.
“Congratulations,” I sniff, blinking back a fresh surge of happy tears. “I hope today has been everything you’ve ever wished for, because you deserve it.”
“It’s been everything and more.” My best friend pulls back to stare into my face, her eyes just as watery as mine.
“Here.” She picks up her bouquet full of pink and white anemones.
I can still recall how many white wine nights it took for Carmen to pick which flowers she wanted.
There’s no doubt in my mind that she made the perfect choice. “Take them.”
I shake my head.
“Take. Them.” Carmen smiles softly. “They’re yours. You won fair and square, remember?”
I’m not sure if I did win fair and square, or if my best friend rigged the system, but who am I to complain. It’s her day, she can get away with anything she wants. Plus, I can’t stop the giddy grin from dancing across my lips when I pick the wedding bouquet up and hold it to my chest.
She presses a kiss to my cheek. “Love you.”
“Love you, too. Goodnight, lovebirds.”
Laughing, Carmen’s new husband, Jake, wraps me up in a hug too, before I duck back into Blake’s awaiting arms.
I slide my feet back into my discarded heels while Blake laces his hand with mine.
I’m giddy with a mixture of happiness and arousal as we climb the ornately carpeted stairs to my hotel bedroom, bypassing whitewashed walls decorated with oil paintings encased in expensive looking frames.
Plucking my entry card from my bra, I fiddle with scanning it against the black panel, my concentration waning with each kiss Blake is placing at the base of my neck.
“Having a little bit of trouble, sunshine?”
I huff out a laugh, pressing my arse back into the bulge I can feel against the curve of my flesh.
Blake grunts, moulding a hand to my hip and giving my body a squeeze in warning.
“Calla…”
Grinning, I flash my card again, surging forward to give the door when I finally hear it click open.
I flick on the lights, treading past my suitcase, which is open, clothes, perfume and underwear strewn all over the place and the second suitcase, the one that is still zipped up neatly, which can only be Blake’s.
He must have had it bought up while we we’re having dinner downstairs.
“Come here.”
I do as Blake asks without a moment’s hesitation, falling into his arms, into the safe space I’ve carved out for myself.
“I love you.”
I press my lips to his, nibbling at his plush bottom lip. He tastes vaguely of the lemon and lime soda he’d been drinking a couple of hours ago. “I love you more.”
Blake shakes his head. “Not possible.”
I’m smiling so hard my cheeks ache, pure, undiluted joy bubbling up inside of me.
Raising my palms, I cup Blake’s jawline, stroking the pads of my thumbs over the second day stubble there. “I’m never going to get tired of hearing you say that.”
“Good.” His hands stray to my arse and squeeze. “Because I’m never going to stop saying it, sunshine.”
I pop up onto my tiptoes then, to kiss him, because I can.
Because he’s mine.
I whimper when Blake traces the tip of his tongue along the seam of my lips, tangling our tongues together when I open my mouth.
My fingers deftly begin to slip the pearlescent buttons of Blake’s starched shirt through the holes, revealing more and more of his bare chest, while he searches for the zipper tap hiding on the side of my hip.
Clothes hit the floor, joining the ones already pouring out of my suitcase, as we undress each other, our lip lock never breaking.
When I’m down to nothing, Blake picks me up by my waist, dumping me onto the soft mattress of our king-sized bed. Propping myself up on my forearms, I watch Blake’s muscles bunch as he follows me onto the bed, nothing but his pair of tight-fitting boxer shorts showing how much he wants me.
This.
Us.
He moves to pull my heels from my feet, but I stop him with a click of my tongue.
“Nuh uh. You said you wanted to fuck me while I was wearing nothing but my heels, remember?”
Blake crooks a brow, nodding. “As if I could ever forget.”
“Well, then…” My words spark in the air between us, creating a crackle of palpable electricity. I meet Blake’s green eyes, noticing how blown his pupils are. He looks like he wants to swallow me whole.
“Open your legs, Calla.” He squeezes my upper thighs. “I’ve been dying to have the taste of you on my tongue for way too long.”
I don’t deny Blake; I can’t. I want this as much as he does.
Lying back upon the stack of hotel pillows, I part my legs, fixing my eyes on Blake.
He runs the flat of his thumb through my sodden folds, baring me to him, until I’m sure he can see how wet I am, how needy I am for him, my clit swollen and aching to be played with.
“There’s my girl,” he croons, voice low and gruffer than usual.
I whimper helplessly, his filthy words washing over me.
God, have I missed this.
Missed him.
Shouldering his way into the space between my legs, Blake lays flat upon his toned stomach and eyes on mine, licks a broad stripe up the centre of my core.
I cry out, the sound bouncing across the white-washed walls, but I don’t care.
Let my neighbours here. I couldn’t really give a shit. Not when the love of my life is about to fuck my very brains out.
Sliding his middle and then his ring fingers into the mix, my pussy sucks at him wetly, my walls clenching down, gripping, trying to keep him there. Blake grins into my core, lapping at the slick pouring from me, coating his knuckles, the back of his hand, even his wrist.
“So, fucking sweet. This perfect little fucking pussy, gonna train her to take me so well.”
Pleasure licks up and down my spine, stealing the breath from my lungs.
I swear I’m somehow already on the edge.
Blake must feel it too, for he doubles down on his effort, crooking his fingers relentlessly against the rough, spongy spot hidden against my front wall and swirling his tongue over my clit.
My toes curl in my heels, hips bucking, my legs wrapping around Blake’s neck, ankles crossing at the nape of his neck.
I go a little bit cross eyed at the sight of my black heels splashed against Blake’s bare back.
“So fucking hot, sunshine,” Blake groans, one of his hands disappearing.
My skin flushes even hotter when I release it’s probably because he’s touching himself, squeezing his cock to stave off coming.
It’s that thought, plus Blake’s mouth and fingers, which has me detonating. My orgasm crashes into me like a tidal wave, pulling me under before I can even warn Blake.
I turn my head, biting down on the pillow beneath my head, staining it with my spit as I scream, warmth gushing from between my legs.
My hips buck up chasing every drop of pleasure Blake is giving me as he keeps up with the rhythm of his fingers and the exquisite pressure on my clit, running through me with every suck of his lips.
When my clit pulses in time with my heartbeat, bordering on the side of painful, I try to snap my legs shut.
“Not happening, sunshine.” Blake uses his shoulders to keep my legs spread for him, his fingers still moving inside of me, albeit slower than before. “I’ve not had my fill yet. Nowhere fucking near.”
Peering at me over the small pooch at the bottom of my stomach, Blake lowers his mouth back onto my pussy, grinning when I all but scream.
If my neighbours on either side of the walls didn’t hear me before, they certainly can hear me now.
He has to work for it this time around, fighting against my body as I thrash and tremble, unsure if I want to fall into the pleasure, or buck away from it, but Blake doesn’t back down, pulling a second orgasm from me.
Slick trickles out of me, sliding down my arse, leaving me lying in a wet spot of my own doing.
With one last lick and a pleasured groan, Blake finally allows me to close my legs, gently sliding his fingers out of my core. Crawling up the bed, he tucks me into his side, unbothered by the thin layer of swear coating my skin and kisses the crown of my head.
I’m so wrung out and sated, I can hardly speak, instead humming as I close my eyes and listen to the relaxing rhythm of Blake’s breathing in time with the stroking of my hair. The hard bulge of his aching cock presses against the side of my bare hip, but Blake makes no move to relieve himself.
Not yet, anyway.
I don’t know how long we lay there; sweat cooling on our skin, my heartrate returning to normal. But when Blake shifts slightly, his cock grinding against my stomach, I can’t ignore the greedy clench of my core.
Peeling my eyes open, I slide a small hand between us, watching his lids flutter when I tiptoe my fingertips across the waistband of his boxers and dip inside. I wrap my hand around the warm length of him, moving up and down, up and down, until I can cup his heavy balls.
“Calla,” he grunts, bucking up into my palm. His own hand, which had been stroking my hair, fists the strands a little tighter.
I use my other palm to pull his underwear down slightly, flicking my eyes down to see his cock bob over the top of the waistband. Humming, more to myself than anything, I bend my head, gently sucking the tip of Blake into my mouth, spreading the bead of precum over my lips.
He tugs on my hair, firmer this time, bringing my head back up so he can kiss me.
“You need me again, sunshine?”
I nod, my core pulsing in time with my heartbeat. “Please.”
My legs fall open wide, the thin point of my heels digging into the mattress, as Blake positions himself at the warm apex of my thighs.
He strips himself, once, twice and then grips himself at the base of his cock, holding himself steady as he works his way inside of me, inch by inch, until he’s fully seated.
I moan helplessly, grabbing at his waist, his hands, his back, any part of him I can hold, while a full body shiver wracks my body.
“Feels so fucking good, Calla,” Blake groans, pulling out only to push back inside. “God. I love you.”
He wraps his hands around the delicate band of my ankles, kissing the small bone there, coaxing me to wind my legs around his trim waist.
I hardly think I’m going to be able to come again, but then Blake is circling my clit with his thumb and leaning over to capture my lips with his. He swallows my whimpers and moans, stealing them as his own with every pump of his hips.
“I think I’m gonna come again,” I mumble in wonder, feeling my core flutter, a familiar balloon of warmth beginning to fill in my stomach.
“Yeah, you are.” Blake smirks down at me. The cocky bastard.
I want to tell him as such, but I can’t make my tongue move.
“Just let it happen. Give it to me, sunshine.”
Toes curling, I shatter with a scream of Blake’s name.
He fucks up into me through my third orgasm of the night, filthy words of praise that I can hardly hear over the roaring of blood in my ears, dripping from his sweet lips.
Burrowing his face into the space between my neck and my shoulder, Blake mouths at my collarbone as his thrusts become sloppily. Raking my manicured nails up and down the length of his spine, I feel the oncoming tremble in his thighs; a sure sign he’s close.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…”
“I love you, Blake,” I utter into his ear, moulding my hands to his arse, feeling him rut between my legs.
He comes with a grunt of my name, biting down on my nipple while he paints my walls with his orgasm.
I feel like I’m floating when Blake slumps forward onto me, gently kissing the underside of my breast, soothing the sting of his teeth.
Mind hazy with every feel-good endorphin possible, I card my fingers through his hair, basking in the warmth of his body, his solidness.
A reminder that he’s here.
That’s he’s mine.
Truly, this time around.
I squirm beneath him when he becomes too heavy, crushing my ribcage and making it hard to draw in a breath.
With a huff of laughter, Blake plants his feet on the carpet.
I watch him ever so slowly, pull my heels from my feet, dropping them somewhere behind himself.
Winking at me, he pads to the tiny en-suite, returning not a second later with a warm, damp washcloth.
Wrapping a hand around my knee, he cleans me up first, trying to be as gently as possible when I hiss with oversensitivity.
Dumping the washcloth on the vanity, Blake climbs into bed beside me, holding his arms open wide.
I tuck myself into them, laying my cheek upon his heart, listening to its familiar rhythm.
“I can’t wait to start our lives together,” I say, peering up at him. The man I’ve fallen so hopeless in love with. “For real, this time.”
Cupping the back of my head, Blake slants his lips to mine.
A promise.
To each other.
“Me neither, sunshine. Me neither.”
THE END.