“Let’s just try it out. She’s only week-to-week. Give it a one week trial.”
“Fine,” I finally conceded. “But that means I’ll have to sleep in my bed tonight.” I pulled back just in time to see Blake’s expression go from relaxed to wide-eyed.
“Wait—” he started to say, but I pushed away from him and threw my head back, laughing.
“Oh, Harley!” I called while grinning at Blake. “Let me show you to your room.”
“Tay,” Blake groaned behind me as I made a show of seductively moving my hips as I exited the kitchen.
Harley wasn’t so bad. She had very little belongings, which meant she was always neat, though she didn’t have a car so Blake often drove her around. The two of them would spend hours in the garage talking and laughing. He was right. I had been a little jealous. They could enjoy each other’s company out in the open in a way Blake and I couldn’t without rousing suspicion. When I confronted her about her intentions toward Blake, she explained that they were just friends, and though I couldn’t explain why, I believed her.
Blake wanted me, of that I was sure. He used every opportunity to show it, too. On nights when Harley was working late at Catch, he came into my room and made love to me until my limbs felt like jelly then snuck out before our roommate returned home. At the shop, he would pull me into the office, bend me over the desk, and take me hard, just the way I liked it. Afterward, he would admire the way his cum ran down my backside.
“Why do you do that, Blake?”
I asked as I watched with my forearms resting on the stack of invoices waiting to be paid as he wiped away the mess he’d created.
“I just love it. It turns me on knowing you’ll let me do that.”
“I’m yours, Blake. My body, heart, and soul belong to you.”
His eyes darkened with possession. He loved to hear me tell him I was his. Sometimes he wanted me to repeat it just before he came. It heightened my arousal, too, pleasing him in that way.
We made sure nobody knew about us, not Harley, Jonna, Neil, or our parents. I had to admit the whole arrangement was kind of hot—in the beginning.
Mastering the art of discretion took a lot of effort. There were times we wanted to be alone and unhurried, but living in a small town made it tough. After race nights at The Spot, Blake and I would sometimes get in the Nova and go for a long drive with our hands entwined as he shifted gears. I lived for those moments alone with him. It made all the secrets worthwhile.
Almost.
“Blake,” I moaned as I ran my fingers through his hair and gently held his head in place while his tongue did wicked things to my clit. The cool night breeze lightly brushed my exposed nipples as I lay on my back in the soft grass. Above us, the moon glowed, along with the rustling leaves and the faint sound of trickling water from the nearby stream.
“Mmm,” Blake hummed against my sensitive flesh. “How does it feel, baby?”
“Good. So good,” I whimpered breathlessly as I moved my hips faster to keep up with the rapid motion of his tongue. I was getting close. Just a few more strokes was all it would take for me to explode. Then suddenly, the delicious friction was gone. When I opened my eyes, he was grinning at me from between my parted legs with his lips glistening and that dimple on full display.
“I wish you could see yourself right now.” His blue eyes worshiped me in the glow of the moonlight, except I wasn’t feeling content with the gesture. I was on the edge of release and felt like I would die if I didn’t have his mouth on me again and soon.
“Blake!” I tried to glare at him through my unfocused eyes and whimpered while wiggling my hips.
“What?” He chuckled, knowing exactly what.
“Please.”
“Please what?”
“Keep doing what you were doing.”
“What was I doing?” He lowered his face closer to my wetness, his breath brushing over my skin, though he wasn’t touching me.
“Licking me.”
“You want me to keep licking you?”
I nodded.
“What else do you want me to do?”
“Make me come.”