Always Summer (30 page)

He was
alone, thank God!
 

Amongst our
new tentative college friendships, Blake and I had secured a couple of
interesting characters.
 
Blake’s friend
Geoff was a regular Friday morning gamer with Blake... passionate about his
game to the point of overkill.
 
Blake
found him hilarious.
 
Sometimes, we even
had a mixture of guests over; Chloe from my Creative Writing classes was
perhaps the most interesting girl I had ever met... I could see us becoming
good friends over the next three years.
 
However, right now, the apartment was our space... and due to my
impending departure; I just didn’t want to share Blake with anyone for the rest
of the day.

Blake was
however, engrossed in attacking
Nazi
Zombies
online, on our
Xbox 360
.
 
So despite being alone, he was talking to
someone online, as they coordinated their attacks to live another round.

I made my
way towards the study room, dumping my back pack and skateboard in their
place.
 
One thing was certain, both Blake
and I were tidy and clean, so our apartment was always clutter free.

I then
returned to the living room and made my way toward the couch.
 
I slumped down next to Blake, and watched as
the swarms of zombies died at the hands of Blake and his comrades.
 
When the round was complete, Blake made his
move.

“Hey
guys... I gotta go!
My girls here.”
He said.

The typical
replies came over the television audio.

“Pussy!”

“Pussy
whipped!!!”

“Fuck man!
We’re winning!”

“Hey
guys... she can hear you!” Blake chuckled.

No
apologies, just laughter as he logged out and turned it all off.

Turning to
me, he grabbed my waist and hauled me over his lap so that I straddled him.

Placing his
left hand behind my head to
cup
the base of my skull,
and pull me towards him, he settled in to kiss me, softly yet persistent.
 
His tongue tentatively made its way into my
mouth and encouraged me to invite him in to deepen the kiss.

I
encouraged right back.

His right
hand pulled the bottom of my t-shirt open, and slid up inside it to cup my
breast, tease my nipple through my bra, and begin making promises to my body of
impending pleasure.

He pulled
his face back.

“This has
got to go!” he said, tugging at the t-shirt.

“This?” I
asked coyly, pointing at my ‘Don’t feed the boys’ shirt.

“Yes!” he
said, pulling it up over my head and throwing it toward the television.

“And this!”
he said as he unclasped my bra at the back and whipped it off... throwing it in
the approximate vicinity of where the t-shirt had landed.

Normally
about now he would begin to lavish my breasts with kisses, but he had obviously
missed my body too much and was desperate; so he went straight to the waistband
of my jeans and undid the button there.

“Take these
off... and don’t forget the panties too.” He demanded, lifting me up to a
stand.

“You’re in
a hurry.” I chuckled, unzipping my jeans and beginning to slide them over my
hips, along with my panties.

“Less talk,
more undressing!” he growled.
 
But I
detected a smile, as he whipped his shorts and boxers off by lifting his hips
off the couch, and sitting back down to reef them from off his legs.
 
He then removed his t-shirt in his typical
fashion by grabbing it at the neck behind his head and lifting it off of
himself.

I finished
removing all of my clothes by the time he was sitting naked on the couch
waiting for me to sit back down on top of him.

He didn’t
wait for me to make my own way to him; he grabbed my wrists and pulled me to
him, so that I had to sit down in a straddle across him.
 
He was already erect... he was always quickly
erect!

His
erection pressed up against my pussy, awaiting redirection into my depths;
however, Blake then began to lavish kisses across my breasts... suckling them
each in turn until they were prominent and I was wanting more.

He introduce
his hand to my clit, moving back and forth from the entrance of my pussy in
order to lubricate my nub, before settling on administrating all his focus on
my clit and suckling my breasts.

I was
watching his tongue lick and then his mouth suck in my left nipple as the
exquisite feelings of an orgasm began to build intensely.
 
I could feel the promise of his cock still
pressed hard against me... waiting for his turn.

I moaned
deep and long.
 
Blake changed nipples and
rhythm.
 
The rhythm was far more vigorous
and insistent; I groaned and gasped.
 
The
waves were building.
 
I was going to lose
control.

“Do you
want me to fuck you to orgasm?” Blake asked huskily, lightly teasing my nipple
with his speaking lips.

“Yes!” I
whimpered, and since I already knew what he wanted me to say, I added, “Fuck me
Blake... make me come!”
A breathless plea.

He growled,
dropped his face, removed his hand from my clit, and guided his penis into my
pussy.
 
Holding my hips, he pulled me
down onto him and groaned loudly.

“You feel
so good!” he hissed, as I began to move on top of him.

“Fuck!” I
snarled... his size was still surprising, the first time after five days of his
absence.

I wanted it
to be rough; I wanted to drive myself down on him... Blake liked control, and
since I also got off on him being possessive, I began to drive down on him;
knowing it would make him take over and behave rougher to display his control
of the situation.

He began
thrusting up, moving his hips up to meet me.
 
I was groaning... he was growling, and he began to become
possessive.
 
He used his hand to push him
forward on the couch, so that although he was still inside me, I was unable to
get a good purchase to thrust against him.

“
Don’t move
... or I’ll drop you.” He demanded.

“
Don’t stop
... or I’ll finish this myself!” I responded,
goading.
 
It had the desired effect,
Blake went from slightly possessive to control freak!
 
He grabbed me close to him, and then found
the strength to stand, remaining intact inside me.

He stomped
over to the table, bent himself over so that I was lying on my back on it, with
him still inside me; and then he adjusted us so that my butt was perched at the
very edge of the table, my legs around his waist.
 
Blake then continued plunging his cock deep
inside me.
 
Next, in order to force
himself even deeper, and continue his control, he lifted both my legs away from
his waist and promptly straightened them upwards, so that he held them up
beside his head on his left side.
 
His
right arm was wrapped around my thighs, to maintain my position.

“I want you
to look at me as I fuck you!” Blake stipulated.
 
“Look at me in the eyes!” he growled.

Oh. My.
God!
 
He was so deep... so deep it almost
actually hurt... and now he was thrusting into me roughly and rapid...
Shit!
 
This was faster and harder than
he’d ever fucked me before.
 
I instantly
clamped down, making my pussy incredibly tight.
 
He shouted out something unintelligible, but he didn’t stop... I wasn’t
sure about this... and then my body was super aware of an impending and concentrated
orgasm.

I was
trapped... I couldn’t move against him, and he was pounding into me so fucking
fast and hard that I was at risk of becoming incoherent... Shit!
 
I was unraveling... my body was rolling in
waves of the most overwhelming and uncontrollable emotions and electric
current.
 
I was looking at him, his eyes
bore into mine and his face appeared strained from the pace he maintained.
 
I had begun to lose touch with reality, the
only feelings were those intense surreal sensations he was enforcing.

“Ugh,
ugh...
Ahhh!!!”
I heard my high pitched and
uncontrollable wails.
 
My breathing had
become erratic, my chest heaving and trembling at the same time.

Blake had
been mirroring my sounds, it occurred to me.
 
As I looked into his eyes, I noted his pupils were now dilated, his body
was sweating profusely... and time had seemingly stopped; I had no idea how
long he’d been fucking me.
 
He reached
around with his left hand and began to massage my clit.

We were
both screaming out, when my orgasm ripped through me and tore me to pieces... a
cataclysmic explosion that separated my soul from my physical self.

I had still
managed to scream his name, as he had mine; and I realised that we had come
simultaneously.
 
It was a first, since
he’d always waited for me to come before allowing himself to in the past.

Blake.

Shattering...
soul shattering... and extreme!
 
I wanted
to cry!
 
But I was in shock at how
intense our orgasm had been.

Every time
with Summer was amazing to me... this time my orgasm was enormous... in truth
it was a joint orgasm, and except that it was healing in its destruction, it
was by far the most amazing orgasm I’d ever had... I’d bet the same could be
said for her.
 
Forget a tingling
aftermath; try fire ants crawling under my skin... it was delightful pain!

I took this
moment as a sign that what I was about to do was right.

Summer.

Blake
couldn’t remain standing, so he withdrew with a loud groan... his penis was
still rock hard.
 
He lowered himself
directly to the floor and sat down.
 
To
maintain contact, he nuzzled up against my foot... I couldn’t tell you which
one; I had no understanding of any feeling below my waist.

We stayed
like that for a long time... shit... had we destroyed my ability to get to the
airport tonight?

“Blake?” I
croaked.

“Hmmm?” he
mumbled.

“I have a
plane to catch tonight!” I reminded him.

“It’s
okay...
 
it’s still only 11: 36... It’s
like really early.” He said.
 
He must’ve
had a view of one of the clocks.
 
I
wouldn’t be able to see one if I tried; even if it was two feet from me.
 
But wow! We were only doing that for a
relatively moderate length of time... could’ve fooled me... it felt like ages!

“Shit
Blake... I think you killed me and resurrected me concurrently!” I said.

“I know
what you mean.” He replied.

“Shower?”
I asked.

“Bath...
definitely bath.
 
I need to recuperate.”
He pleaded.

“Okay!” I
replied.
 
I knew I was going to be
wobbly, but I suspected he wouldn’t be able to move yet without the real fear
of falling and breaking his neck.

I began to
sit up; looking down at him I could see his body still breathing heavily.
 
He’d put far more effort into that than I
had.

I managed
to wobble down the hallway; collapsing at the edge of the bath, I put the plug
in and began the water flowing into it.
 
I grabbed the bubble bath mixture, and squirted the strawberry scented
gel into the line of water crashing into the tub.

I turned
toward the toilet and crawled over to it, pulling myself up and sitting on top
of it to remove Blake’s deposit and have a pee.

Blake’s
timing was always impeccable.
 
He chose
that moment to crawl into the room.
 
I
was getting used to it... what was the point of getting precious about it
now?
 
He’d had my body in almost every
possible way that I would allow... why worry about a bit of pee?

He didn’t
even look anymore... he just crawled to within two feet of me, and waited for
me to finish.

Grabbing
some toilet paper and wiping myself before dropping it in the toilet bowl, I
unsteadily stood, and moved out of his way.

“Damn...
I’m fucked!” Blake said flatly.

I couldn’t
help it... I began to giggle...
“Yep... me too!”
I
laughed.

Giving me a
knowing grin, he pulled himself up on the toilet, chuckling along with me.
 
Using the vanity to assist him up; he sat
down to pee.