Chapter 8 Blake
Blake
Ipark the bike behind a big oak tree in a relatively secluded spot overgrown with seagrass and shrubbery. I’ve barely killed the engine when Darby slips under my arm and dismounts, yanking her helmet off as she goes. “You just made me come on a moving motorcycle, Blake Moore!”
I pull off my helmet, and a lazy smile takes over my face. “It was fucking hot. I want to do it again.”
“We could have died!”
“Doubtful at ten miles-per-hour, but I probably won’t do it again while driving,” I concede.
“Someone could have seen.” Her voice is still amplified.
“No one’s around, beautiful.” I gesture with my arm as she walks toward me.
Fuck she’s hot.
She reaches the bike that I’m still straddling. “C’mere.” I crook a finger at her.
“I’m right here,” she says, much softer this time. I grab her around the waist and pull her closer, searching her face for any signs of reluctance and seeing none. Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes look a little dazed. She looks like she just had her world rocked. I can’t wait to do it again.
“I have an idea.” I nudge her to the side so I can get off the bike then grab a blanket from my saddlebag and spread it out in a small clearing behind the tree surrounded by seagrass.
“Oh!” I didn’t realize Darby had followed me. Or how presumptuous this probably looks.
“We don’t have to do anything,” I blurt, suddenly feeling foolish. “I thought it might be nice to hang out for a little bit.”
“It will be,” she says, moving closer until we’re toe to toe. She rests her palms on my chest a moment before her arms snake around my shoulders and hands join behind my neck.
I wrap my arms around her waist, and pull her flush, no longer bothering to hide her effect on my cock, on me.
“Hi,” I whisper, rubbing the tip of her nose with my own.
“Hi,” she says.
I’m about to ask if I can kiss her, which seems funny considering I just finger fucked her, when she leans in and presses her lips to mine in a soft kiss.
I guess that’s my answer.
The kiss deepens and within seconds my hand is buried in her hair and I’m taking over.
But she gives as good as she gets. A mash of teeth and tongue, with our lips fused together as though this kiss is our only means of survival. I can’t help the groan that escapes my chest.
She feels perfect. Better than I ever imagined.
I pull one leg around my waist and with a small hop she raises the other and locks her ankles together behind me.
“Fuck, Darby. You’re going to be the death of me.”
She tilts her hips and grinds against me, releasing little moans that send shockwaves through my system.
My knees weaken. I need to be horizontal with her.
I crouch low and lean to the side trying to reach the ground. It’s awkward as hell, and we end up falling. I twist at the last second so Darby lands on me and not the other way around. She erupts with laughter.
I close my eyes as my face heats, embarrassed I couldn’t keep it together.
“Ohmigod, thank you for not falling on me,” she gasps.
I look at her, brow furrowed, unsure if I’m being laughed at, which only makes her laugh harder. I’ve never laughed or had fun while fooling around, I’m not sure how to take it.
“You made my knees weak,” I growl.
“That.” She kisses one cheek. “Is.” Then the other. “The.” The tip of my nose. “Most.” My forehead. “Romantic.” One side of my mouth. “Thing.” The other side. “Anyone has ever said to me.” And finally, full contact, lips to lips, but with a smile.
I can’t help but smile with her. Then laugh. It’s contagious. She’s contagious.
“Stop laughing,” she cries. “Your stomach moves and bounces me, making me laugh even harder.” She’s stretched over me, our faces mere inches apart, and I’m struck, again, by how beautiful she is. So, I tell her so as I tuck her hair behind her ear so it’s out of her face.
Her laughter slows. “Is it weird that I feel beautiful when I’m with you?” Her cheeks flush lightly.
“No,” I say. “It means I’m doing my job right.”
“You’re job?” She cocks her head.
I debate how to respond, then decide to just play my hand and let the cards fall where they may.
“I like you, Darby.” My voice is raspy, but clearing my throat doesn’t help. “A lot.” My chest feels tight. “As more than a friend.”
“I would hope so,” she says. “You had your fingers inside me moments ago.” Her smile holds a hint of mischief. She traces her fingers across my face, along my cheekbones and eyebrows, down around my jaw and over my chin, a look of wonder on her face.
“I want to do it again.” I cup her cheek and pull her lips closer to mine.
But she places her hand against my chest to slow her descent, forcing me to let her take the lead.
“Me too.” Her head lowers, and her tongue peeks from between her lips to trace mine.
My body vibrates with restraint. Her mouth brushes back and forth on mine; the contact is so soft, it barely registers.
But still, makes cock hard as steel. My fists clench against her ass as I hold myself back.
“Right now,” she says against my lips.
Which I take as an invitation. I flip us so she’s on her back, and I’m above her with my weight braced on my forearms. I cradle her face in my hands and kiss her.
Hard. There’s nothing slow or soft about it.
My tongue plunges in her mouth, and my lips press against hers as fierce as they are passionate.
“Mmm,” she moans and wraps her legs around my waist, pulling my cock against her center.
“Jesus,” I pant. My hands travel her body, eager to explore every inch at once. Her waist and hips, her thighs and ass.
Oh god, that ass.
I can’t get enough of her. My hands want to be everywhere at once—pawing, fondling, caressing, claiming.
She pulls her stretchy top down to give me better access to her breasts. Her nipples are hard and pebbled, and my lips automatically gravitate down to pull one into my mouth with a hard draw. She arches with a long moan.
I want to watch that beautiful face when she comes this time. I grind my hips against her, trying to find a groove she likes. Her needy whimpers join the sounds of tiny waves casting on the sand.
“Ohmigod,” she breathes. “I think I could come like this.”
“I can help with that.” I’m dying to fuck her. Instead, I work my arm between us and let my fingers roam up her shorts. Skirt? I’m not quite sure what it is only that I can get my whole hand in them to access the wet, hot paradise that lies beneath.
And when I look down, all I see is her beautiful, glistening pussy. “Fuck. Look at you, gorgeous, sexy girl.” My voice is gravelly with need.
“Oh god!” she cries out as I bury two fingers in her. “Holy shit, that feels good.”
I use my thumb to rub her juices around her clit as my fingers pump in and out of her. She’s so wet, I can hear it, which drives me fucking crazy with desire.
“Blake,” she pleads.
“Yeah, baby?” My lips travel to her neck, biting and sucking on the sensitive skin, feeling her pussy clench when I do something she likes.
“Blake,” she breathes. “Blake. God. Blake,” she repeats, like a mantra, until her body stiffens, and her muscles clamp down around my fingers. I pause my nibbling to watch.
Her head arches back, the veins in her neck thrum, and her hands form a death grip on my biceps as the waves of pleasure roll through her.
She is fucking exquisite. I could watch her do this forever. So I tell her so.
“Mmm.” Is her only response.
I’ll take it.
She opens her eyes after a moment, but they stay at half-mast. “Wow.” Her cheeks are flushed, and a loopy post-orgasmic smile spreads her cheeks.
She grips my face in her hands and pulls me down to capture my mouth with hers.
“You are my favorite person in the whole world,” she says before kissing me again.
I smile back, but it’s strained. My dick is raging hard against the confines of my jeans. I was this close to getting off by getting her off. “I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want you, Darby.”
Her hands move to the button on my jeans to unfasten them. “Have me.”
Have me.
Just like that.
Months of hoping, wishing, fantasizing.
Have me.
The two most beautiful words I’ve ever heard. I help her get my jeans lower on my ass and before I can blink, she’s got my dick out of my boxers and in her grip.
I nearly black out.
My body spasms. I clench my jaw, trying with all my might not to come. “Oh fuck. Darby. Baby. Fuck. Stop. Don’t move.” I don’t want this to be over before it begins.
She pushes at me to roll over, then straddles my hips and kisses her way along my jaw to my neck. Her tongue slowly draws up to my ear. “I want to make you feel good,” she whispers and bites the lobe gently.
“You make me feel good just being here.”
“Aw, that’s sweet,” she says cheekily. “Now, fuck me.”
I reach for my wallet—
Goddammit!
“I don’t have any condoms,” I groan.
“I’m on birth control,” she says.
I hesitate, knowing her ex cheated on her.
“I got tested right after I moved out,” she says as though reading my mind. “First thing.” She rises to her knees and pulls aside anything that might impede my cock entering her pussy. “Please, Blake.”
“I’m not lasting long,” I warn as she sinks down on me. “Especially without a—”
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
I’m pretty sure I black out.
Someone lets out a loud, shuddering moan—it may have been me—as she takes me all the way inside her.
My hands dig in at her hips to keep her still. “Don’t move, baby. Give me one second.” My eyes squeeze shut. Never mind moving. If I breathe, I’m going to come.
“Blake.” Her voice is a low whimper as she rotates her hips with a tiny movement.
Fuck it.
I’m as much in control as I’ll ever get.
If I come too soon, I’ll make it up to her.
I buck up and twin groans fill the air. Darby starts to move and quickly finds a rhythm she likes.
Up and down. Back and forth. Her hips cast a spell over my cock that I don’t think I’ll ever get out from under. She feels decadent around me.
“Oh, Blake. You feel so… wow,” she cries. Her breasts bounce as she moves her body over me, hypnotizing me with every motion. I grab her nipple and tweak it; the low, guttural moan she gives me back almost does me in.
I switch our positions so she’s on her back—“Sorry, baby. We’ll go slower next time”—and start to rut in her like an animal.
My hips piston at a ruthless pace.
“Blake, it’s so good.”
Savage, brutal thrusts.
“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop, Blake.”
I’m feral.
Out of control. Not even able to form words to tell her I’ll never stop.
I can’t get enough. Not deep enough, not fast enough, not hard enough.
“Blake, I’m going to… oh god!”
Growls erupt from my chest, drowning out her cries, as her muscles clamp down around me. The blanket bunches and slides along the soft sand as I drive into her again and again. I’m out of my mind with lust and so fucking close to coming, my head spins.
Darby bites down on my shoulder as another climax surges through her.
It’s so hot.
So wet.
So.
Fucking.
Good.
I bury my face in her hair as I come with a guttural roar. Violent and uncontained. My body shudders, my hips keep pumping. Once. Twice. Three times before I let it all go inside her.
Everything I have.
I’m spent. Done.
I roll to the side and bring her with me, my cock still inside her. Her body drapes over mine listlessly as we try to catch our breath. My arms lock around her small frame like she’s the life raft, and I’m drowning.
I have never.
Ever.
Come so hard in my life.
It takes minutes, multiple minutes, to catch my breath. “That… was…” I struggle to think of the right word.
“Mind blowing,” Darby finishes.
I smile and lean in to kiss her softly. “Yes.”
We lie on the blanket, wrapped in each other's arms, listening to the slaps of the tiny bay waves on the sand as they compete with the calls of the seagulls circling above.
I can’t think of a more perfect moment than right now.
After a bit longer, she pushes off me gingerly, wincing slightly.
“Did I hurt you?”
“Only in the absolute best way,” she says.
“But I’m not sure I’m party appropriate any longer.
” She stands and gestures at her outfit; it’s utterly destroyed.
The crotch of her shorts/dress thing is wet and twisted, drooping between her thighs.
The elastic stretchy top has lost its stretch in places where I ripped the seams. Her hair is a tangled mess from both my hands and the blanket, and her eye makeup has pooled under her eyes.
I stand and tuck myself back in my jeans before taking both her hands in mine. “You are exquisite, Darby.”
She shakes one leg to the side and laughs as our combined juices run down her thigh. “I don’t know about that.”
“I do.” I cup her cheek and plant a soft kiss on her lips. “Wait right here.”
I get some wipes from my saddle bag and turn back. She’s shaking the blanket, preparing to fold it. I take it from her and toss it to the side. Then I kneel and use the wipes to clean her as best I can, planting small, reverent kisses along her thighs as I go.
This woman owns me now. Body and soul.
She has tears in her eyes when I stand.
“Hey.” I cradle her chin in my palm. “Are you okay?” My brow furrows in concern. “Did I do something?”
“No.” She shakes her head and smiles. “You’re amazing. That”—she gestures to where we were lying—“was amazing.”
I run my thumb along the smooth skin of her cheekbone. “You’re the one who is amazing,” I say truthfully.
She rolls her eyes.
“Look at me.” My voice is harsher than I intend, but I need her to hear me on this.
Her eyes meet mine.
“You are everything.” I plant small kisses on her face to punctuate my words. “Smart, funny, drop-dead gorgeous, sexy as hell, and fucking amazing.”
She pulls back and searches my face. “Okay, fine,” she says with a valley girl-like drawl. “We’re both ah-mazing, and we have, like, totally ah-mazing sex.”
I laugh along with her, and I feel happier than I have a right to.
“You wanna head out?” I ask.
She nods.
“You, uh, wouldn’t want to skip the party, would you?” I hedge, as we walk hand in hand back to the bike.
“Ohmigod, yes,” she groans. “Is that okay?”
“Are you kidding?” I say. “I get you all to myself for the rest of the day, hell yeah!”
We’re almost home, when she says coyly, “I’m going to need lunch before I’m ready for round two.”
My chest tightens with emotion, and I can’t stop the smile that fills my face.
“I’ll make sure you have anything and everything you need if it means I get a round two.” And I will. In fact, I’ll do everything in my power to make sure this woman feels cherished and loved, seen and appreciated, heard and respected every fucking day.
Because if round two is anything like round one, I’m never letting her go.