Chasing Beautiful (Chasing Series #1) (14 page)

Right-hand on his cock and my left on his balls, stroking his lengthy cock slowly as I sucked his balls and played
with them with my tongue. He rasped my name as if in pain. Easing my mouth slowly from his sack, I gripped his hardened length and stroked it as I covered his engorged head with my other free hand, swiping my oiled fingers at the crown, making delightful friction on his manhood.

Blake instantly
buckled from my assault. “Fuck!”

En
couraged, I gently squeezed the head of his shaft as I rotated my hand, upping his pleasure as I simultaneously stroked the rest of his cock, all the way to the base, with fervent concentration. Blake was moaning my name—inhibited in his delirious state. I accelerated the speed once I felt him grip my shoulder and panting loudly.

Oh, he’s so close. I want to see this compelling man come apart in my hand, in my mouth.

My determined tongue viciously caressed him as I touched my hand to his ready-to-combust head and massaged his balls. My hot greedy mouth swallowed his swelling crown. I sucked him, hard. My tongue flicked on the small slit opening of his shaft—where his creamy juices come out of— before I hastily retreated to the bottom of his head, where it was extremely sensitive, teasing him relentlessly.

I bobbed my head, twirling
my tongue around his crown as my tongue swiped and stroked him harder, taking everything I could from him. Blake took my head and clutched his hands on my hair, firmly holding me in place. With another strong flick of my tongue, he finally surrendered, yelling my name as he unloaded himself in my mouth.

I sucked him
hard and dry until all of his juices secreted out, leaving no drop behind. 

Blake
gasped for air as he stared wildly at me—fascinated. I pulled my mouth off of his cock, his cum still sat creamily on my tongue. Without blinking, I wantonly gazed at him through my lashes while I swallowed his creamy seed—
slowly
and licking my lips after.

Hell, Blake ev
en tasted divine. And boy did that ever catch his attention.

Midnight
silver eyes blazed, never leaving mine. Blake hastily pulled me down on the couch and swiftly placed my hot aroused body underneath him. His dominating swiftness left me ravenous. My body humming was an understatement. At this point, it was singing at the Opera house.

When he managed to find my lips and sealed
them with his, he kissed me with pure abandonment. And so, I kissed him back, matching his passion.

I felt drunk with lust—with need
, all because of Blake.

He
did things to my body that I couldn’t explain. It kept exploding when he was near. Like he was the puppeteer and I was just his puppet. My body had a mind of its own.

My
pussy throbbed, my thong was beyond soaked, and my juices dripped and trickled slowly down to my ass. I was more than ready. Blake broke off the kiss, sought my neck while his hand cupped my breast—squeezing a hard nipple as he fiercely bit my neck,
hard.

“
Holy. Shit. Blake!!!!” I screeched.

Blake’s still-hard cock teased and rubbed
the outer layer of my barely covered mound “Your pussy’s drenched, Sienna. Are you sure you don’t want me to remedy that?” His roughened voice was hoarse against my ear and it simply made me shudder.

How I want
ed him…to feel him inside of me, but it was not the right time.

Groaning
my name loudly, Blake took his cock and determinedly guided the head around my pussy. Coaxing the lace with one swift nudge of his engorged head to move the elastic lace sideways, my swollen lips exposed to his assaulting eyes and awaiting cock.

Blake’s eyes glittered.

Not, yet.

I pleaded
in my hazy mind,
not yet
.

“God, you’re beautiful, Sienna
.” He softly rasped out as he gently parted my pussy with his cock. The engorged head gliding, slowly and gently, as it rubbed against my clit.

Dear me. That feels blindingly exquisite.

“I know we can’t have sex. Don’t worry.” Blake gently assured me.

I nodded, trusting him, fully.

My chest heaved, my eyes closed.
Blake, what are you doing to me?
I felt like a whole different person, not the old Sienna, but someone wanton—shameless.

My thoughts departed as he teased
the tip of his head around my opening. Circling it slowly,
excruciatingly
, until I was delirious from pleasure. His lips planted kisses all over my stomach and directly placed his mouth in front of my pussy. I hooked my leg on top of the couch and the other on his shoulder.

God, YES!!!

“Open your eyes.” I did as he commanded. “Never take your eyes off of me. Watch what I can do to your body.”

My eyes
were the size of saucers, my mouth agape as I saw his tongue taste me with a slow flick, sucking my dripping clit. Blake took his thumb and played with it some more.

The image of him
going down on me and tasting me was carnal and erotic. I almost lost it. I was mesmerized and couldn’t take my eyes off of him.

My
body was already strung, but the raging onslaught of his tongue— it was too intense and suddenly I ran out of breath as my body quivered, responding beautifully to him.

“Come for me, my sweet
Sienna.” His mouth was unrelenting, savagely on my pussy as he inserted a finger inside my molten opening. The pleasure it gave me was unbearable. My orgasm was closing in on me, fast.

My br
eathing halted when I felt him insert another finger inside of me. It found my spot and he rubbed both his fingers there—ceaselessly.  “Yes, give it to me. PLEASE!” I begged as I gripped the couch, scraping it with my nails as my orgasm rocked me in waves.

My body twitched from my release, panting and out of breath.

Whoa!

I closed my eyes and sunk back on the couch.
Energy all spent
, I thought contently as I limply moved my hand to cover my eyes.

That was mind-blowing! N
ever in my years with Kyle, had I experienced anything like it.

And that was only his tongue and finge
rs. Imagine what his cock will do to me when the time comes
. That thought alone made me want to jump on him and find out. I did say Blake made me shameless, didn’t I?

Spent, Blake
placed himself on top of me. He kissed my lips, gently and tenderly. “Now, we’re even.”

Hell yeah! And what a payback!

He kissed my nose as he slowly got up and swiftly plucked me out of the couch as if I weighed nothing. Blake headed towards the bedroom and placed me carefully on the bed before he slid right next to me.

“W
ow. Just wow,” I whispered in awe.

“I know. It makes me wonder
what fucking you would be like.” He wondered out loud as he kissed my earlobe and tugged me closer to him. “One day, you will be mine. All those sweet juices will be for my mouth and my cock. You won’t want anyone else.”

Hmm, cocky aren’t we?
“Arrogant man.” I mumbled softly.

“No, just being truthful. You gave me something tonight. The memory of you almost naked
, stroking and sucking me will forever be ingrained in my memory.”
I’m sure it will. It was what I wanted to do.

I laughed sleepily.

He kissed my shoulder, hugged me tightly and whispered goodnight. His soft breathing hit my neck as we both fell asleep.

Monday came with a rush. My classes
are a little hectic. From marketing classes to Art History, I was sure I was about to spend a lot of time studying paintings in The National Gallery to catch up.

I
came home yesterday after spending three nights with Blake. Luce came back upbeat from her vacation with Toby. Things seemed to be going pretty steady between the two. I was keeping my fingers crossed.

I never once mentioned that I slept in Blake’s flat or any occurrence I had with h
im. I want to keep it to myself for now.

Blake’s been texting me about how his day
is. He mentioned how hectic his schedule’s going to be, but asked if I wanted to have dinner with him Friday night.

I eagerly replied and said yes, of course. I like how he’s be
ing patient with me. I’m even surprised that he’s willing. The Blake I knew didn’t wait on women; it was the other way around.

They waited on him.

I just hope that he’s not risking our friendship because I’m a novelty. I guess I just have to wait and see how he fares with the situation.

By Thursday, I
’m tired and weary. I haven’t been sleeping properly. My thoughts linger at night and it’s been driving me insane. I haven’t heard from Kyle either.

I’m relieved and saddened at the same time.
Will there ever come a time that I won’t feel this deep anguish every single time I think of him?
I’m haunted by that last phone call, his voice desperate and pained. I truly hope that he’s doing well and not indulging himself with alcohol until he’s numb from the pain. I never knew him to be so irresponsible. That’s why it was a surprise that he got a DUI.

I’
m sure his parents were overjoyed with that news. I can seriously see their shocked faces and the disappointment. They’re a lovely couple. They love Kyle very much. Chris Matthews and I are friendly, but we’ve never been close. Kyle’s mom Marie, on the other hand, is a dear and has made me feel right at home ever since I was a little girl. When I picture what my mom would’ve been like, I always imagine my mom’s face but with Marie’s gentle personality.  Marie treats me like I’m her own. I will always be grateful for her.

S
itting in my marketing class, my mind was drifting in and out of the lecture. I really needed to focus or else I would certainly fail.

My phone beeped silently.

I took it out of my purse and saw that Chad had sent me a message.
 

Baby love!!!! I got your male model!!!! FINALLY!
He’s uber hot!!! It’s going to be FABULOUS!!! Just you wait love! I’ll text you the deets for the shoot next week. I think we’ll be doing a shoot once a week for six weeks? I’ll let you know! Love Love You!  xxxxxx

Ha!
I wondered where he found his model. I just hope his shots won’t be raunchy or tasteless.

How comfortable would it be to pose almost nude with a stranger? This should be interesting. I mi
ght need to take my accomplice Don Patron with me to soothe my nerves.

    
I just might.  

By the time the class ended, it was already six p
.m. So, I rushed home to cook for dinner because I was feeling ravenous.

Hopefully, Lucy
hasn’t arrived yet, so I can cook before she does. She usually comes home around seven from school. She’s a sophomore and has a bad schedule.

When I opened
the apartment door, I was surprised that there was noise coming from the living room.

Luce is home early
, I thought.

“Luuuce? I’m home! What do you feel like for dinner? I’m cooking!” I called out to her as I
placed my purse on the floor and checked the mail that was stacked on the rustic-looking table where we place our keys and other knick-knacks.

I barely glanced as Lucy came to greet me.
She looked a little frazzled, which was unusual coming from her.

“Luce?” I gave her a questioning look, but instead of responding, she dragged me to her bedroom and gently closed the door behind
me.

Okay….

“Mrs. Matthews is here!” Lucy exclaimed.

I
gasped. What! Kyle’s mother? Here?

What in the world is she doing here? Shit! Did something happen to Kyle?

“Is Kyle okay? Did she mention what she wanted?” I asked drastically. All these weird scenarios popped and flashed about in my head, none of them any good.