Just a Little Fling (Landscape Lovers Book 1) Page 8

“Do you not want me to come over right now? You were shaking your head.” She looks hurt.

  “Nah, gorgeous. You’re coming home with me. I was just distracted by a work thought. Sorry.” I lean in to kiss her cheek as we’re on the tram, but I can’t resist brushing my lips across hers. She pushes me back, blushing.

  “We’re on the tram!” My girl is not into PDAs.

  Shit. She’s not my girl. And I’m not into PDAs either.

  Thankfully we reach my stop and I grab her by the hand and pull her along as fast as I can walk until I realise that she has to practically jog to keep up with my long legs.

  I need her. Now.

  “Shit. Sorry, babe. I forgot about your little legs.” I stop to let her catch up.

  “My legs aren’t little. You’re just too tall!” She shoots me a look.

  I pull her to get us walking again. Slightly slower this time. “If I stop right now I’ll have to take you in the street and I don’t think that’s your scene, sweet cheeks.”

  She can only squeak in reply, but she picks up her pace.

  Somehow, she slips past me up the front path and beats me to my front door. I can see the boldness in her eyes when she turns around and plasters her back to the door like she’s the gatekeeper and I need to get through her to get inside. I can’t help but smirk.

  This is a game I can play.

  I cage her in with my body and go to pull my keys from my pocket, but she swats my hand away and puts her own in there. She’s found my keys, but is letting her fingers roam and is playing with my cock through the pocket fabric.

  I lean in and growl into her ear, “Get that door open, sweet cheeks and you can play with it without the fabric in the way”. She bites her bottom lip. I’m not totally sure where her boldness came from. There’s no alcohol in our systems tonight, but I’m here for it.

  I guide her hand back out and take the keys. I slide the key in the lock, like I’m on a mission, whilst she palms my dick through my shorts.

  As soon as the door is open, she bolts towards my bedroom like she’s being chased, dropping her bag on the way and only looks back once to check that I’m following. I kick the front door shut and throw my keys on the entry table.

  I stalk towards the bedroom.

  There’s a weird feeling in my chest that she’s only been here once before, but she’s comfortable enough to take herself to my bedroom. Like it’s familiar enough for her. I try to shrug it off as I cross the threshold and get a cardigan in the face.

  I can’t help but fold it neatly, as I look over. She’s got the buttons of her dress undone in a V-shape with her bra peeking out and is trying to take her dress off in a seductive way. But, it’s a half-button push off style that catches on her delectable hips.

  She tries, instead, to pull it over her head, but this time it catches on her chin and she loses her balance and face plants right into my mattress.

  I stifle a laugh.

  “Hey! That’s my job.” I growl as I stalk closer to her.

  She’s flung the dress across the room. God knows where exactly. She sits on the end of the bed, propped back on her elbows, in just her underwear. New lace.

  Did she buy these with the gift card? Try not to drool, buddy.

  She crooks her finger at me in a ‘come hither’ motion and I’m so drawn in by her that I can’t help but follow her instructions.

  “It’s my turn to undress you. You got all the fun last time.”

  I step between her open legs. I’m way too tall for her this way. She twists and tries to kneel upright on the bed to get more height, but almost face plants again.

  I grab her around the waist and pull her flush to me. I plant a searing kiss on her. My hands start to roam over her full globes, tracing the edges of the lace. I groan in pain.

  She’s too fucking much.

  She flattens her palms on my chest and pushes firmly.

  “Nu-uh! I’m undressing you, remember.” She scolds, playfully.

  She grabs the hem of my t-shirt and pulls it up over my head. I can’t help but go in for another kiss. She palms my cock over the zipper of my shorts once more, before trying to get the button. The mattress is too soft and she starts to lose her balance again. I’m trying not to take over, but I’ve got blue balls and I need her.

  She giggles and bounces back on her ass. I’m about to undo my own shorts, when she flicks the button and whips the zipper down. She pushes my shorts down enough for her to see the boxer briefs I wore for her.

  “Forest green, like I chose?” she says, with a raised eyebrow.

  I just nod with a smirk.

  She bites her bottom lip again and kisses just above the line of the elastic. It’s caught me so off guard that her next move almost makes me buckle at the knees. She looks me in the eyes, hooks her thumbs into the elastic and drops both the boxer briefs and my shorts to the floor.

  I’m about to grab her, throw her on the bed and fuck her senseless when she leans in and licks my shaft from base to tip. I hold her shoulders and she looks up at me, part triumphant and part questioning.

  “Do it again!” I growl. I know she likes it when I’m calling the plays, even if she’s running the game.

  This woman slays me.

  She licks again before gripping the base and planting an open-mouthed kiss to the crown. I groan. “More!”

  “Like this?” She almost whispers. She shuttles her hand up my shaft and twists at the head, then back down again.

  I’m dying.

  She’s looking up at me waiting for a response.

  Is she nervous? Is this new to her too? What else hasn’t she done?

  “Harder. More.”

  She shuttles it up and back once more and sucks me into her mouth. Taking me in half way. She’s sucking me like I’m a delicious lollypop but never going all the way. I have to grip her shoulders harder because she’s torturing me.

  She lets go with a wet pop, pumps me twice more and licks the pre-cum from the head. She groans.

  My woman is such a tease.

  “More! So good.”

  This time she takes me right to the back of her throat. She seems to be gaining confidence so I twist my fingers in to her hair, loosely and help her keep the pace. I don’t push it past where she’s comfortable. I want to fuck her face, but I don’t want to frighten her.

  Those lips are just as gorgeous as I imagined around my cock.

  I pull myself out of her mouth and she pouts asking, “Was that not good?” She sounds so unsure of herself.

  “Nah babe, you did so good. I’m about to come and I need to be inside you before I blow.”

  She looks relieved and a lot turned on. But I don’t give her long to think about it as I grab her by the waist and toss her in the middle of the bed. She giggles.

  I crawl up over her, kissing a line up her body. I stop at her undies and bite at them as though I’ll take them off with my teeth.

  I pause for a moment and ask, “Did you get these with your gift card, gorgeous?” I growl into them, kissing her mound over the lace.

  She just nods looking pleased with my positive response.

  They’re hot pink and they match her bra. I start to pull them off with my teeth, but it’s too slow, so I use my hands and whip them off as quickly as I can. I fling off my t-shirt too, not caring where it lands.

  I unclasp her bra tossing it away—fuck the mess—and plant a kiss between her breasts whilst caging her in.

  I lean in for a hot kiss on her lips. I’m possessing her mouth. I can’t help it. I drag myself away to pull out a strip of condoms from the drawer. I place them on the nightstand for easy access and grab one for now.

  “We’ll be needing those later,” I growl at her. She looks over at them, nodding.

  I love that she gets so hot that she doesn’t know what to say.

  I roll it on and plank over her so there’s just enough of a gap between us that she can squirm at the lack of contact.

  “Blake!” she
is whining now.

  “Not so good to be tortured, is it gorgeous?” I smirk at her.

  I kneel up and flip her to her stomach, pulling her ass up towards me. I rub my cock slowly along her slit. She’s so fucking wet for me, it’s wild.

  “You good with this, babe?”

  “Now, Blake. Now!”

  I slam in to her, to the hilt. She’s so tight, but I need her too much. The moan she makes is too fucking good. This angle is letting me in so deep. I can’t help but pick up the pace and fuck her like the only thing that matters is getting her off.

  “So. Fucking. Tight. Babe.” I thrust with each word. She can only moan into the comforter and push back to meet my thrusts. “You were made for this cock.”

  I reach around and find her clit with my middle and ring fingers and rub it in scribbles. Her sex is clenching tighter and tighter. I am building up a sweat.

  A muffled “More!” spills from her lips.

  I can’t help but lean over her back so my face is next to hers, I twist her head carefully and kiss her deeply. “Come for me gorgeous. I need you to give it to me.”

  I’m losing myself in this. I’m going to blow any second and I need her to come first. I scribble her clit again and she buries her face in the comforter to muffle her incoherent screams.

  I push her flat to the bed and pick up my pace, she looks so gorgeous all fuck drunk and that’s the sight that sends me over the edge. I blow a load bigger than ever before and I collapse on her back, before rolling off to the side and kissing her bare shoulder.

  “You’re too fucking good at that, sweet cheeks. How do you do it?”

  She looks over at me bewildered. She’s not used to compliments. Especially those of the sexy kind. It’s written all over her face.

  I’ll see to that.

  I get us both cleaned up with a wash cloth, but instead of putting her to bed like last time, I need more. She’s lying on her side facing me, naked looking edible and I can’t resist.

  I push her shoulder lightly so she’s on her back and I start to nibble down from her shoulder and over her left breast. I wiggle my way down the bed.

  “I need my dessert.”

  Her eyes go wide.

  “Uh, like right now? Shouldn’t I shower first?” That blush is back.

  “Nu-uh. Now!” I continue my descent, nibbling at her soft curvy stomach giving her hips a good squeeze on the way. “So. Fucking. Perfect.”

  I kiss her stomach in between each word. She giggles again and I kiss her mound and make her sex my home.

  The noises she makes drive me crazy. It’s like a performance review and I can’t stop trying to improve the result.

  “That’s it sweet cheeks. Scream for me.”

  From last time, I have already learned some of what she likes, so I lick and suck and push her legs further apart. I can’t help but add in some new moves to test the waters. I pinch her clit and get a gush of liquid from her sex. I can’t help but lap it up.

  The way she reacts to me only makes me want her more. I shove two fingers inside and feel for that button to really drive her wild. I add my tongue too and she’s thrashing her head now.

  She comes so intensely that she tries to clamp her legs closed around me. I just lick her until it subsides. It’s a fucking delight to watch her break apart because of me.

  I crawl back up the bed and give her a wet kiss, letting her taste herself on me. She blushes so bright.

  “Did no one ever treat you right before, gorgeous? Did they not eat you out like I do?”

  She shakes her head.

  “Their fucking loss, babe. They could have had this, but now it’s all mine.”

  Mine.

  It gets better every single time with her and I’m so glad that we have the entire weekend to explore each other. I couldn’t let her go right now if I tried, she makes me insatiable for her.

  Fuck. I’m going to need more time.

  We get in the shower to clean up. I can’t help but get her all dirty again, before cleaning her up properly and helping her into bed. I’ve never really been with a girl this curvy before, but having her curves to hold onto is the actual best.

  I’d say I wish I’d realised sooner, but right now, no other women but the one currently in my bed even exist.

  SEVENTEEN

  CATE

  I’ve been missing out. I mean, I kind of suspected it, but now I know for sure.

  Sex has never been this good and I’m going to be a sad panda when this weekend is over.

  Because, whilst I not only thought sex like this was just in romance novels, I also know that Blake will want to wrap this show up soon. At some point, I need to make peace with this being the best sex I’ll ever have.

  But I’m choosing not to think about Monday right now, because I’m sex drunk and I’m in Blake’s bed with his bear arms wrapped around me so tight. I think that even sleeping Blake thinks I might bolt again.

  It’s early morning and if I didn’t desperately need to pee I’d snuggle back in.

  I try to wiggle out of his arms but he pulls me in tighter. I try to slide below his arms to see if that would work but I can’t even move more than an inch. I try whispering, “Blake, can you loosen your grip a bit?”

  He grumbles in his sleep. “Staying, no leaving.” He snuggles his head into where my shoulder and neck meet.

  “I promise I’m staying. I just need to get up for a minute. I’ll come right back.”

  Oh shit. I really need to go now and he’s still not budging.

  “Stay. No go.” Sleepy man mumbles again.

  I can’t wait any longer. “Blake, I need to get up! Now!” If he squeezes any tighter this will get embarrassing in a way that neither of us will be able to overcome. I panic and elbow him in the ribs.

  Smooth, Cate. So Smooth.

  His arms and his eyes spring open, but I bolt from the bed to the bathroom so fast that I can’t apologise right now.

  “What the fuck, babe?”

  I make it just in time. Crisis averted. I wash my hands thoroughly and make my way sheepishly back to the bed. His eyes are trained on me and he’s rubbing his bare chest where I elbowed him. He’s pouting.

  “Sorry! I really needed to go and you wouldn’t let me out. I did ask!”

  I try to walk more confidently as he’s eying my naked body like I’m his next meal.

  I’m focusing on him so much that I don’t see that I’ve just walked in to the straps of my bra, that he flung across the room last night. I proceed to trip and fall face first towards the edge of the bed. I go down, butt naked, like a ton of bricks. My cheekbone grazes the edge of the mattress.

  Seductive Cate 0, Awkward Cate 1

  Blake is out of bed in seconds. He pulls me up by my underarms and plasters my chest to his. “Fuck! Sorry, babe! I need to be more careful where I toss things.” He grabs my face and tips it up so I’m looking into his eyes. “Is your head okay? Did I hurt you?”

  I shake my head and he moves his hands from my cheeks to my shoulders. I lean into his chest and start silently laughing because, I can’t help it. I tripped on my own bra whilst trying to seduce him! My whole body is shaking with laughter.

  “Fuck! Are you crying?”

  I try to shake my head to reassure him but he pulls back and looks down to see that I am crying with laugher. I can’t help but let out an audible laugh.

  His body relaxes, “You scared me for a minute there.” He laughs with me for a moment, hugging me close again. “You really are something else!”

  He leans down to my shoulder and bites it with a growl. He rubs his scruffy beard across my skin towards my neck and whispers into my ear, “Such a Vixen. Always keeping me guessing.” He’s kissing my neck and my jaw and that spot behind my ear. He’s thickening against my stomach and it’s the hottest thing.

  Suddenly, he drags his hands down my back and palms my ass cheeks before pulling my legs up so he can lift me. The bra straps caught around my ankles fall a
way. I think he’s going to spin us and drop me to the bed again.

  But, instead he takes two careful steps backwards to the mattress—so his legs butt up against it—and he slowly lowers us both, so I’m straddling his lap.

  He leans right back and reaches for the strip of condoms on the nightstand and sits himself back up as soon as he’s got what he needed.

  I’m kneeling either side of his hips, with my feet off the end of the mattress. He pushes me slightly towards his knees so he can slide the condom on and he rolls it down, like the expert he is.

  He pulls me back in, so his hard length is nestled between my folds. It makes me so needy that I can’t help but rub up against him to find some relief. He groans in response.

  “Fuck me like this, babe.”

  He guides me by the hips, helping me lower myself onto him. I wrap my arms around his neck as he leans in and takes my right breast into his mouth. I’m moving slowly at first.

  I’ve never done it this way before. I think Blake senses how unsure I am, because he guides my hips up and down until we are in sync.

  My eyes roll back in my head from the heat of the angle and Blake can’t seem to stop mumbling, “You’re so fucking good at this... So. Fucking. Good… What are you doing to me? Made. For. Me.”

  Every time I bounce on his cock, it hits that glorious spot inside and I can’t help but moan loudly.

  “Right there… Again… Blake… Again.”

  I come so hard, I wrap myself around his upper body feeling boneless.

  Blake growls. “Give me one more, beautiful!”

  I shake my head. I’m spent.

  He grabs my ass and stands up. I’m impaled on him, but still wrapped around his body so I hold on. He puts one hand on the headboard, for balance and bounces me twice. I nearly come again.

  He reacts to my noises and bounces me again and again. He’s growling into my skin telling me to give it to him and I come apart again. I feel him thickening inside me, he’s nearly there.

  He bounces me three more times and he’s roaring out his orgasm. He collapses backwards on to the bed, pulling me with him.

  I’m sprawled across his chest and we’re both panting.

  “It gets better, every fucking time.” He mutters, mostly to himself.