Chapter 15 #2
His hands move back to my dress, tugging it up even higher and baring my lower half to him.
I should stop this. I should tell him to slow down.
I should force myself off of his lap and out of his truck.
But I don’t. Because right now, the only things I can focus on are the intensity of his kiss and the roughness of his hands and the firmness of his chest.
He never breaks contact, his tongue continuing to dance with mine as his hands move to my hips and he readjusts me, moving me so that I’m straddling just one of his thighs.
His hands find my ass again, this time my bare skin exposed to him, and his fingers dig in hard, pressing me down onto his thigh.
I grind against him, the rough fabric of his jeans and the thin material of my thong the only thing between us. Rolling my hips, I angle myself forward so my clit rubs against his leg with each undulation of my body. The friction sends a delicious shiver through me, and a fire builds in my core.
“Are you wet for me?” Blake asks, pulling back and trailing his lips over the curve of my jaw. I whimper in response and his fingers dig into my ass even harder. “Do you want to come?”
“Yes,” I moan, rolling my clit into Blake’s leg over and over again.
“Remember this,” he says, his voice rough. His fingers creep further over my ass until his hands are fully gripping my cheeks, spreading them apart and pushing them together again. “Remember how good I could make you feel with nothing but my thigh.”
One of his hands dips between my legs from behind, his fingers rubbing over the damp fabric of my panties, and he groans, the sound deep and rough and so sexy the tension in my belly coils tighter.
“Remember how fucking wet you are for me.” He grips my ass cheeks again, brutally pulling them apart and pressing them together over and over again.
I whimper against him as I press my clit harder into his thigh and relish the feel of him spreading my ass.
“Remember how I made you come like this, because next time, I won’t be this kind.
Next time, I’ll tear into your cunt so fucking hard, you’ll beg me to stop.
You’ll beg me for mercy. You’ll beg me to slow down.
And then, when I make you come so hard you don’t even remember your own goddamn name, you’ll beg me to do it again. ”
“Blake…” I moan, his words and the throbbing of my clit making me delirious.
“You’ll beg me to use you,” he says, his fingers still gripping my ass tight as his mouth roves over my neck. “You’ll beg me to take every hole until you come over and over again.”
My panties are so soaked at this point, I can feel a wet spot forming on Blake’s leg, and still I grind against him like my life depends on it. I’m close. So close. And his filthy words are about to tip me over the edge.
“Would you like that, Trace?” he asks, then grazes his teeth over my collarbone. “Would you like me to fuck this pussy until you’re screaming my name?”
I press into his leg. I’m there. Right there…
“Would you like me to hurt you so fucking good that your body can’t tell the difference between pleasure and pain?”
Yes, yes, yes.
“Would you like me to fuck this ass?” He digs his fingers in hard, the sting going straight to my throbbing clit. “To feel it stretch around my dick as I completely bury myself in you and fucking ruin you for anyone else?”
“Blake, please…” I gasp.
“Come for me, Tracy. Show me that I’m the one you want.”
I roll my hips once, twice more, and fall apart. My orgasm rips through me, and I press into his leg as my body convulses.
Blake’s hands grip my ass hard as I come, and I wrap my own around his neck as I press my forehead to his, riding out wave after wave of pleasure.
When I finally open my eyes again, Blake claims my mouth, kissing me so softly, so sweetly, I feel myself crumbling.
Maybe this isn’t a game after all. Maybe he does want me.
When I pull back from him, he smirks. “Guess you didn’t want Dustin, after all.”
I freeze, my blood instantly turning to ice.
Was this all to prove a fucking point?
He swats my ass, then grabs my hips, lifting me off him. “I should take you home,” he says, his voice smug, all evidence of the lust he was feeling before gone.
But he was feeling it. I know he was. The words he was saying, the sounds he made, the hard length of him underneath me.
He wanted me. Hell, judging by the bulge in his jeans, he still wants me. So, what’s his problem?
I scoot over to my seat, adjust my dress so it’s covering me again, then cross my arms over my chest. “You know,” I start as I glare at him for turning this into another game, “you might think you just proved some kind of point, but the only one who loses tonight is you.”
Blake starts the truck before looking at me, the corner of his mouth tipped up. “And how do you figure that?”
“I got off.” I wink at him. “And poor you will just have to think of me in the shower again. Good thing you have the picture, Blake.”
He smirks at me, then reaches over and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “Here’s the thing, Trace. I don’t need to think of you to get off. In fact, I don’t need you for anything. The only reason you’re here right now is because you can’t take a goddamn hint.”
I shrink away from him, his words slicing like a blade.
He’s trying to hurt me. He’s still trying to drive me away.
Fine. Wish fucking granted.
I grab the door handle and push open the door. “I’ll get a cab,” I tell him as I step out of the truck. Then add, “Have fun in the shower tonight.”
Slamming the door closed, I march back out to the street, pulling my cell phone out and ordering an Uber along the way. I refuse to look back at him. Refuse to let him see that he’s winning. That he’s getting under my skin. That he’s making me want to quit.
Because right now, I do. I want to crawl into a hole and never come out.
There’s no denying I’m attracted to him or that I wanted him tonight, but I thought he wanted me, too. For the briefest of moments, I thought maybe this could be real. Maybe we could figure out a way to make this work.
I was wrong. So very wrong.
The truck turns off and the door slams a second later, but still I don’t look back. When footsteps approach behind me, I pick up my pace. My throat gets tight and my eyes burn as I think about how fucking foolish I was. I can’t believe I let him get to me again.
“Trace, wait,” Blake calls behind me, his footsteps getting closer. “Fuck, just stop. I’m sorry.”
I whirl on him. “You’re sorry?” I seethe. “You’re fucking sorry?”
He stops, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Just let me drive you home,” he says, his voice devoid of any emotion.
I scoff at him. “You’ve done enough for me tonight.” Headlights appear down the street, and I glance down at my phone to see my Uber approaching. “That’s my ride.” I walk away from him, moving faster than I should in these heels, but I need to distance myself.
He doesn’t follow, and I don’t look back. When my ride pulls up to a stop along the curb, I get in without so much as a glance in Blake’s direction.
The driver pulls away and I settle into the back seat, shrinking into it and making myself as small as possible. I feel cold. I feel empty. I feel fucking stupid.
“Rough night?” the driver asks from up front. She’s an older lady, with curly graying hair and a kind face.
That sting behind my eyes increases tenfold, and I fight back the emotion clawing its way up my throat. “You could say that,” I squeak out.
Damn it. I hate how weak I feel right now.
“Want me to turn around and run him over?” she asks, smiling at me in the rearview mirror.
I laugh, but it’s one of those ugly laugh-sob combos and the tears sneak out. I wipe them away. “Sorry,” I tell her. “I usually don’t let people get to me like this.”
She flicks the blinker on and takes a left. “If you want my unsolicited advice, any man that makes you cry like that isn’t worth your time.” She winks at me in the rearview mirror. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t still give him hell.”
I laugh again, the sound all gross and nasally because of how stuffy my nose is.
God, this is all so fucked up.
How did wanting to work for Blake turn into such a war?
If he wants to break me, he’s in for the challenge of a lifetime, because I’ll be damned if I break before he does. I might be having a moment of weakness right now, but I refuse to let him get under my skin anymore. I refuse to be the fool who falls for someone who doesn’t want them back.
Not only that, but I can’t let this affect my career. I will not be the laughingstock of the company because I couldn’t hack it here. I won’t let him shake my confidence before I’ve even started. And I sure as hell won’t let him drive me to quitting.
Blake will spend the rest of his life wishing I never walked into his office that first day, because from here on out, we do things on my terms.