Page 19 of The Lies
“What a waste,” I mutter.
“I’m going to buy it one day,” Blake states.
“Is it for sale?”
“No, it’s been handed down to their waste of space only child, but it will go up for sale eventually. When he emerges from whatever hole he’s lost himself in and realises he’s sat on a fortune, I’m sure he won’t be able to sell it quick enough.”
“Who’s the son?” I ask, thinking I may remember him.
“No idea. I’ve never seen him and they hadn’t for almost twenty years. They were such a lovely couple, they didn’t deserve him as a son from what I’ve heard.”
“So what exactly are we doing here?” I ask. He can’t have just brought me here to look at an old house he one day wants to own.
“Sinead won’t be picked up until six and I can’t wait that long,” he admits, his voice getting deeper with each word.
“Can’t wait for what?” I ask as innocently as possible.
“You,” he says, before leaning over the centre console and roughly grabbing onto my hair so he can slam our lips together. He kisses me until we’re both breathless before peppering kisses along my jaw line and nibbling on my ear lobe. “Suck me,” he whispers.
“What?” I ask, thinking I misheard his quiet whisper.
“Suck. Me,” he repeats as he sits back in his seat and begins undoing his jeans. In seconds, he has his cock in his hand. The tip glistens in the afternoon sun, making it look even more tempting. My mouth waters for another taste of him as I feel myself getting wet from just the idea of what we’re about to do.
I shift myself in my seat to get into a somewhat comfortable position before leaning over and lowering my mouth to him. I lick at the tip and his entire body flinches. The engine revs where his leg stiffens and I smile to myself. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the effect I seem to have on him. He’s putty in my hands right now. I never had this before. Edward told me he enjoyed it but his body didn’t show me like Blake’s does.
I slide all the way down his cock until he’s hitting the back of my throat. He mutters my name along with other intelligible words above me as he guides my head with his hand in my hair.
“Add…gonna…come…” He stutters out a warning but I continue, taking him as deep as I dare. “Uh fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants, seconds before his cock twitches and I get my first taste of his release. I continue sucking him slowly until he’s finished and starting to soften in my mouth. I give the tip a lick to make sure he’s clean before sitting back up. My muscles pull in my back and I can’t feel my right leg but one look at Blake’s face and I know it was worth it. He looks satisfied and sleepy.
I give him a couple of seconds to come back to himself before waiting for him to do something. Getting him off out in the open like this has me so fucking turned on it’s not even funny. My heart’s racing and my clit’s pounding as I sit and wait, the anticipation of what he’s going to do slowly driving me insane.
“Right, let’s go. Sinead will be wondering where we are.”
“WHAT?”
“I told her I was picking you up and coming straight back.”
“But…Blake…I need—”
“Oh, I know exactly what you need, baker girl. It’s written all over your face. Your pupils are dilated, your breathing is hitched, your pulse is racing, your nipples are hard, and I don’t need to check to know you’re fucking drenched right now.”
My mouth drops open at the same time my hands come up to cover my boobs.
“Hey, I was enjoying that,” Blake complains as he starts reversing the van out the way we came.
I remove my hands and look down, seeing that with the long sleeved t-shirt I’m wearing my arousal is more than obvious.
“Damn you,” I sulk.
“Oh, princess, it’ll be so worth the wait.”
“Fucking better be,” I mutter as I cross my arms and pout to myself, frustrated and excited at the same time.
“We’re home,” Blake calls up the stairs when we get back to his house. I’ve no idea why he bothers, because there’s no way she’ll hear him over the booming voices of Little Mix currently coming from her bedroom.
Blake must agree because he walks off towards the kitchen, shaking his head. “I thought we could order takeout once she’s been picked up,” he shouts over his shoulder. “But until then,” he continues when I catch him up to see him pulling a bottle of wine out of the fridge, “we’ll make a start on this.”
“Sounds good to me.”
