Page 27 of The Lies
“Missed you,” he mutters, almost distracting me again.
I put my hands on his shoulders and push him back. “I knew your accent was dodgy and your name isn’t very Irish, but I didn’t realise you were half American.” I’ll be the first to admit I can’t define accents to save my life, but his mum’s was so strong there was no question.
“Yep, Mum’s from Texas. We lived there until I was twelve when we moved here for Dad’s job.”
“How did they meet if your dad’s from here?”
“He was travelling after university and he met my mum in a bar one night. They’ve pretty much been inseparable since.”
“Love at first sight.”
“Something like that,” he says, running hands up my bare thighs before squeezing my arse and pulling me to the edge of the counter. “Can we stop talking about my parents now?” His hands run back down my thighs until they reach my knees. He pushes them apart before stepping forward into me. His already hard dick presses against my clit and it begins a steady pulse of need. We haven’t been together for a few days thanks to my cake orders and Blake’s work commitments so I’m very ready to have some time together.
Blake’s hands tangle in my hair as his tongue dances with mine and his hips gently work me into a frenzy. The kiss goes on and on and as much as I want it to continue I also need more, more of him, more of everything. I run my hands from his shoulders down over his sculpted chest and over the ridges of his stomach before starting work on his belt buckle. It takes me a few attempts but eventually I free him. His cock pulses in my hand, telling me he needs this as much as I do. When I feel his hands slip under my skirt I help him out by lifting myself up. He pulls my knickers down over my arse and slips one side over my boot, leaving them hanging off the other foot. He pulls me even closer to the edge of the counter before lining himself up. I sigh at the feeling of him against me before moaning loudly when he starts to push in slowly.
“Yesss,” Blake hisses as he starts to pull out again.
“More,” I order. I’ve been waiting for this for days. Slow and gentle isn’t going to do it for me right now.
He listens to my demand before thrusting up into me as deep as he can.
“Yes…that’s it…fuck,” I pant out as he starts increasing the pace. “Oh my God, yes, ah, yes,” I chant as I get closer and closer to my release. I’m just about to fall when I hear someone’s voice. Someone who isn’t Blake.
“Hey, sorry, I forgot my…whoa, shite,” Jason says, quickly covering his eyes and turning around. “Phone, it’s just here, I’ll just grab it and be on my way,” he says while he walks backwards into the room, grabs his phone from the side and all but runs as he shouts, “Enjoy!”
Blake stays completely still throughout the whole thing, keeping my orgasm just out of reach. When we hear the door slam shut again, he lets out the breath he was holding before thrusting forward once and sending us both spiralling into our simultaneous releases.
“Fucking Jason,” he complains while doing his jeans back up.
I can’t help but burst out laughing. Thankfully, he joins in with me. “What is it with kitchens?” he asks eventually.
“No idea. It’s so fucking good though,” I admit once I’ve righted my clothing.
“Come on, I’m taking you for lunch.”
“We should probably clean that,” I say, pointing at the counter.
“We will, but I’m starving, so food first.”
* * *
“Please can I come? I’ve always wanted to go to London, Dad, please,” Sinead begs as we’re about to leave.
“I know, Lil’ bit, and I promise that next time we’ll take you, but Addison has some stuff she needs to sort out. We won’t have time to be doing any of the fun stuff you want to do. I promise we’ll save it all for when we take you.”
We both promise her that we’ll take her to London in her next school holiday and we’ll do whatever she wants to do, though it doesn’t seem to be helping much right now, as she’s desperate to come with us.
“Your dad’s right, Sinead. There’s nothing exciting about what I’ve got to do.”
“You’ll still be in London though,” she pouts.
“Come on, Sinead, let them get going before they miss their flight,” Steph says, trying to get her back into the house.
We eventually make it to the van and wave to Sinead and Steph as we pull away from Blake’s house.
“Is it crazy that I still hate leaving her, even if she is with my mum?”
“She’s your baby, Blake, I’m sure every parent feels the same way.”
