Page 3 of The Lies
“Shut up,” Blake demands before slamming his lips down on mine. Whatever I was about to say dies as my tongue tangles with his. My body melts into him and I rely on his arms to hold me up.
The world disappears, the smell of piss disintegrates, and the only thing I’m aware of is Blake’s body pressed against mine. I flinch when I feel the wall against my back, but our kiss doesn’t falter as Blake pulls my skirt up around my waist and pushes my cotton knickers to one side. I wasn’t feeling all that sexy when I got dressed this morning, something I’m now regretting.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” Blake mutters when he circles my opening with his fingers.
I groan in response, too focused on the sensation to form any words.
All rational thought escapes me as he plunges his fingers deep inside. My hips buck and my head falls back against the wall with a thud.
Everything’s forgotten when his hands are on me. Thoughts of what I was actually going to do tonight and why, where we are currently stood, my unsure future…all are long gone as I concentrate on my approaching orgasm.
I’m just about to fall over the edge when his fingers are suddenly gone.
“Blake,” I pant.
“Tell me what you want,” he demands as his dark, intense eyes stare into mine.
“You,” I whisper, so quietly I’m not sure he’s able to hear it.
“You’ve got me. Now what do you want me to do?”
“Inside,” I say impatiently.
“What inside?”
“You,” I huff in frustration. “I want you inside me.”
Apparently it’s what he wants to hear, because he rips his fly open and pulls his hard cock out. Even the dull, flickering light coming from the only working bulb is enough to let me see the tip’s glistening.
I watch as he strokes himself a few times. The sight pushes my frustration and desire up a few more notches.
“Blake,” I mutter, my gaze locked on where he’s holding himself.
His eyes run up my body slowly, from my leather knee-high heeled boots, up my bare legs, over my bunched up skirt, finally stopping when he reaches my eyes. He continues looking at me as he steps forward and lifts one of my legs so it’s hitched up around his waist before slowly pushing himself into me.
“Ahhhhh,” I moan as he continues to slowly slide inside me until I’m full. My muscles clamp down on him as I stretch to accommodate his size.
Our eyes are locked as he pulls back out just as slowly. It feels more intimate than our physical connection. It’s like he’s trying to tell me something, promise me something without words. As comforting as it is, I think I’m going to need the actual words to make me believe this is all really happening.
Blake’s increased tempo drags me from my thoughts. His eyes break from mine in favour of attaching his lips to the sensitive skin of my neck as his hips piston in and out of me. Each time, he hits me deep, forcing me closer to my release.
“I couldn’t let you leave,” I hear muttered into my neck. His words make my chest feel tight. “This. This is something.”
I want to respond, tell him I agree, but my orgasm hits me all of a sudden and instead of answering, I’m falling—falling into a Blake-induced bliss.
It’s only mere seconds after I come back to myself that I feel the effects of Blake’s orgasm as it hits him. His entire body locks up before he twitches deep inside me. He mutters my name and it brings tears to my eyes.
I was going to leave him. I was going to leave the place I love and this incredible man to return to a life I hate.
Thank fuck he stopped me, is the last thought I have before Blake’s lips find mine again.
“Um…” I say when Blake eventually un-attaches himself from my body. “How dirty are those windows?” I ask, looking over at the dull grey glass that looks out onto the town centre beyond.
“Pretty minging, why?”
“Dirty enough that people walking past couldn’t just see what we were just doing?”
“Uh…”
