Taming Blake (A New Adult Romance): The Complete Trilogy (34 page)

Yes, you read that correctly folks. The hotel tycoon, whose most recent acquisition was the super-stylish five-star DeMontfort in Miami, was seen shopping for economy kitchenware with the anonymous young brunette.

And while Matthews was dressed in a stylish midnight-blue suit, sources are reporting the brunette’s outfit as ‘extremely casual’.

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“It’s been years since I did this,” Blake said, smiling happily at me, cross-legged on the bare floorboards, his chopsticks digging into the box of noodles before lifting some precariously to his mouth, looking like any minute now they might drop and ruin his thousand-dollar pants.

And watching him, I found myself wondering if he’d
ever
done something like this. I mean, when would Blake Matthews have
ever have had no money, ever had to live in a tiny apartment without chairs and a dining table?

But still, I was enjoying myself. I couldn’t help it. I knew I was supposed to just be having ‘fun’ with Blake — sex and nothing more — but we were getting on so
well
. He was really opening up, showing a much warmer side than usual, and I found I was enjoying it. Could it be that he was actually changing? Did he maybe want something more?

No, don’t be stupid.

You remember what happened the last time.

Don’t let things go to far, Jessica.

Don’t let yourself fall in love.

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At first I didn’t recognize the sound. I woke with a start from a delicious dream about Blake and I on some sun-kissed beach, far away from New York, sipping cocktails from coconuts, all of it shattered by the strange, shrieking tone. As my eyes flew open, I remembered I wasn’t on Paradise Beach. Instead, I was on a mattress, on the floor, in my new apartment, surrounded by boxes and empty takeout containers.

“Sorry,” Blake mumbled, sitting up and throwing the covers off him, before fumbling his Blackberry from the floorboards and silencing his alarm.

“Leaving so soon?” I murmured, shuffling back down beneath the covers, hoping he might join me for at least a few more minutes.

“’Fraid so,” he grinned, pushing himself up to his feet, his naked body once more taking my breath away, stirring up that excitement within me that seemed to be bubbling beneath the surface whenever he was near … “I’ve got an important meeting this morning,” he explained. Then he paused, turning to look at me. “And of course, there’s tonight, too.”

“What’s tonight?” I asked, my head still foggy with sleep.

“What day is it, Jessica?” he asked with a mysterious smile.

“Um, Friday?” I began.

“Correct. It’s Friday. The last Friday of the month, to be precise …”

“Oh,” I said, feeling my heart begin to thump as I finally understood just what he was getting at.

“So?” he said. “You are coming, aren’t you?”

“I don’t know,” I said, trying to keep the sudden shakiness out of my voice, wanting to appear cool and collected — even if inside my head was now a whirlwind of nervousness and worry. “I, um, don’t have a ticket,” I added, embarrassed to remind him that I hadn’t officially been invited.

At times like these, whenever the parties were mentioned, he always seemed to magic a ticket from thin air and fling it at me. But standing there, completely naked, I wondered where he could possibly pull it from …

Instead, this time, he just shook his head and smiled. “You don’t need one, Jessica,” he said.

I looked up at him, blankly, still unsure what he meant.

“My people know who you are.”

I pushed the buzzer and waited. It was pitch dark and completely deserted on the street, and from out here it was almost impossible to believe that just behind that everyday steel-shuttered door, there was a sweaty moaning tangle of naked flesh …

After a moment I heard the mechanism click within the door and I pushed, the heavy metal swinging open onto that long dark corridor. And at the end of it, there she was: green eyes glimmering from behind her distinctive silver mask.

Juliet.

I took a deep breath, then stepped inside, the door slamming hard behind me as I strode with as much confidence as I could muster towards her, making sure to keep my head held high, trying not to give any sign that I’d been at all affected by the last time I’d seen her — sauntering, stark naked, from Blake’s bedroom.

“Good to see you again,” she purred, eyeing me up and down, then nodding as if impressed. “You made it just in time,” she added.

“Huh?” I said, confused by this last statement.

“Didn’t you know? We lock the doors at ten.”

And with that, she strode past me, her cloak blowing behind her uncovering her radiant white flesh beneath, as she headed back down the corridor to the entrance, throwing a heavy sliding bolt through the door. It slid closed with a heavy clunk, sealing us inside.

She turned and walked back towards me, her whole body on display now, her perfect breasts bouncing, her nipples hard and pointy, her sex shaved, her body so toned and athletic, but with the slightest deliciously feminine curve of her belly, too.

“Well?” she said with a smile when she’d reached me, nodding towards the locker room. “Shall we?”

I nodded nervously then followed Juliet towards the locker rooms, my pulse pounding throughout my body.

Unlike her, I had more than a wisp of a cloak to slip off. And as I began to undress, gingerly unbuttoning my blouse, then wriggling out of my skinny black J Brand jeans, I could tell that she was watching me, her emerald eyes traveling hungrily over my goose-bumped flesh as I reached behind my back, unclasping my bra, uncovering my small breasts, before finally bending down to slip off my panties, too, the hair between my legs so dark and unruly compared to Juliet’s totally shaved, silky-smooth pussy.

I pulled my eyes away from her body, realizing I’d just been flat-out checking her out, turning to place my carefully-folded clothes in one of the few remaining free lockers in this large, mahogany paneled room.

It must be especially busy tonight.

And as I found my mind turning eagerly to curious thoughts about what kinky fun I might get up to this evening, I felt that now-familiar quickening of blood within me. Because every time I’d attended one of these parties, I’d had my mind blown and my boundaries pushed — often more than just a little.

What’s going to happen tonight?

I put on my mask, feeling it snugly fit the contours of my face.

“I’ve seen you in there before you know, enjoying yourself …” Juliet’s voice rang out seductively around the locker room, her eyes fixing onto mine.

“Oh, right,” I replied, embarrassed, wondering just
what
she’d seen me do … or with
who
.

“You’re fun. I like you,” she continued, taking a step towards me, her perfect right breast brushing gently against the sensitive flesh of my arm, sending a surprising shock of electricity all around me.

“Thanks,” I mumbled, feeling my cheeks begin to burn, unsure quite what to say in reply. “I, um, like you too.”

Did I really just say that?

“Good,” she said. “Because I’d like us to get a lot better acquainted.”

With that, she took my hand and then turned, stepping forward, leading me towards the heavy mahogany doors that led out into the party …

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I looked around me, once again in a state of disbelief that this was
actually happening
— that all these sweaty, sexy bodies weren’t the product of some kind of crazy late-night dream. Because everywhere I cast my gaze, I caught glimpses of dirty kinky things. Curious couples, kissing and fondling, sucking and fucking, groaning and moaning …

“God, I just
love
this place,” Juliet purred in my ear, both of us standing there, taking in the scene before us.

Down between my legs I could feel myself the tingle and throb of anticipation, my nipples stiffening and tightening, too.

Where are you, Blake?

What surprise do you have in store for me this evening … 

Just then, I caught sight of that hunky blonde stranger — the one around my own age, who always seemed to be serving drinks, the same one I’d approached that time, to make Blake jealous. I felt a flush of heat rise to my cheeks as I remembered just
how far
I’d gone with him, dropping to my knees, taking him eagerly in my mouth …

But luckily he seemed just as professional as ever, striding confidently towards us, his muscular body so perfect, his tray of champagne flutes so expertly balanced. However a quick glance between his legs told me he was as horny as ever.

“Drinks, ladies?” he said quietly as he approached us.

“Yes, thank you,” I said, trying to keep my voice cold and steady, despite my embarrassment, lifting a flute from his tray with a slightly shaky hand.

“I’ll have one too,” Juliet purred, confidently snatching a second flute from the silver tray. “That’ll be all, Nathaniel,” she added quietly.

Wait? Did she just say
Nathaniel
?!

I felt my whole body flush with embarrassment as I realized just
who
this mystery blonde boy was: none other than Blake’s driver, the very same one who’d politely opened the door to Blake’s car for me and driven me to and from Blake’s apartment on countless occasions!

I watched him walk away, his skin shining with youth, his broad back, his perfect ass, and wondered if I’d ever be able to look him in the eye again.

How many of these other masked ‘strangers’ might actually be people I know in real life, too?

“Hey,” whispered Juliet, turning towards me, her lips just inches from mine now, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. “Want to see my favorite room?”

“Sure,” I replied, feeling another flash of excitement and anticipation as she took my hand and led me off through that pulsing circular chamber, stepping deftly around the many tangled bodies, and then away down one of the many dark corridors, this time with doorways set on either side of us. Some doors were closed, leaving me to only imagine what kinky things might be going on behind them, while others were standing wide open, the occupants obviously wanting
us to watch — perhaps even to
join in
.

Through one I saw something I wasn’t quite able to understand at first: a man bent over, his ass thrust in the air, while behind him a woman with glossy black hair seemed to be pumping away, as if
she
was fucking
him
, the moans escaping his lips with each vigorous thrust she made. It was only when I saw that the skimpy pair of panties she was wearing doubled as a holder for some kind of strap-on cock that I fully understood.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the corridor, just a little further down, I saw a slim athletic girl riding
two guys
at the same time: one positioned underneath her, while another took her from behind, in her ass I guessed. She was moaning wildly with pleasure, her face flushed and sweaty, her hair tangled and her eyes closed, her bronze skin glittering. And a moment later, I realized that the two guys were identical twins.
Wow.
I wondered what that might feel like — two smoking hot guys working on you at the same time, filling you right up — and I felt my pussy throb at the idea of it, realizing with a shiver that it was something
I
might like to experience one night, too ... With Blake and Nathaniel perhaps …

“Come on,” Juliet laughed, dragging me away from the doorway with a playful tug of my hand when she realized I’d paused to gaze curiously inside.

And soon she’d led me right to the very end of the corridor, to a door, above which glowed a single red bulb set into a small alcove, the hazy ruby light shining down on the door like a spotlight.

“You first,” Juliet smiled.

I approached the door timidly, unsure just what I might find behind it. I pushed it, feeling the heavy wood slowly begin to yield to the pressure, opening to reveal …

Wow.

The first thing I saw was
myself
reflected a million times — mirror images of my naked body dancing off in all directions. It took me a moment to work out what was happening, before I realized that this was a small circular room, with mirrored panels on all the walls
and
the ceiling. And completing the room was a plush red circular velvet bed that reached right to the very edges of the chamber.

It reached up to my knees and so I had to climb up onto it on all fours to enter. And as I did so, I realized with a pang of embarrassment, that I must be giving Juliet quite a show. After all, here I was crawling on my hands and knees, my ass high in the air, not even a pair of panties to cover my modesty.

And as I crawled, I could feel the warm wetness between my legs too, my whole body shivering in anticipation. Because I was so fucking
turned on
by all the things I’d just seen.

Once I’d crawled into the room, I turned and flopped back against one of the many plush red cushions that lined the edges of the room. I watched Juliet crawling towards me, her glimmering eyes fixed firmly on mine, a kinky smile dancing on her lips. Then I looked up at the ceiling, first at myself — lying there on my back, my legs spread, that flash of black hair between my legs, my nipples standing to attention — then at Juliet, her arched slender back and her perfect ass, as she crawled, cat-like toward me …

I felt myself shiver with anticipation as she inched ever closer, until finally she was right above me, her nipples grazing against my own as she lowered her pretty face towards mine.

“You see all these mirrors?” she whispered with a smile. “Well, they’re one-way glass, you know. On the other side of these walls is a whole viewing gallery. Who
knows
how many people are behind that glass right now, stroking their pussies, jacking their cocks as they watch us … So it’d only be fair to put on a little
show
for them, wouldn’t you say?”

I answered with a kiss, surprising myself a little with my own eagerness. Because the thought of all those anonymous, horny eyes watching us had got me especially horny. I kissed Juliet hard, my tongue thrusting quickly into her mouth, tasting the sharp sweetness of the champagne, my hands eagerly cupping her sumptuous breasts, while her fingers slid between my legs, causing me to moan and tremble at her touch.

I felt her nipples stiffen as I stroked her breasts, growing hard between my fingertips, her hand moving exquisitely between my legs, working waves of pleasure from my body, her fingers dancing from my hard, throbbing little clit and then further downward, slipping easily into me.

With a final shudder, I pushed her off me, wanting my turn on top. She fell onto her back, letting me straddle her, and I felt a deep ache within me as I ground my pussy hungrily against hers, wanting both to pleasure her and myself at the same time. I let myself slip a little way further downwards, my mouth closing over her rock hard left nipple, my tongue flicking around the sensitive pink bud, while my fingers traced over her smooth toned tummy then between her legs, feeling the hot wet slickness of her silky-smooth lips. I worked my kisses down and down, until I was between her legs, taking a long slow lap of her sex, tasting that musky sweetness, then closing my lips tenderly around the swollen bean of her clit, enjoying the feel of her body shuddering with each slow sensuous lick I gave it. And wow: it seemed so much
bigger
than mine, slowly emerging from beneath its hood of flesh, almost as pronounced as a small hard cock.

“Oh that’s it, baby,” Juliet cooed, her fingers winding through my hair as I sucked her clit, working my lips back and forth across it, almost the same way I might suck a guy. And as I took her in my mouth, I let my own fingers slip between
my
legs, wanting to bring myself off too, needing to feel release now, my whole body shivering from my own horniness — both from what I was doing, and from the idea of all those anonymous pairs of eyes watching on.

I could feel my orgasm approaching as I worked my clit in fast circles, all the while sucking slow and sensuously on Juliet, sliding my lips back and forth over her big swollen clit, and I could tell that she wasn’t far away either, her breath now just coming in trembling shivers, her legs gently clamping my head in place, her hips beginning to buck. With a final whimper and a shudder, she came, and as she did so, I felt my own orgasm hit — my gasps stifled as I kept my mouth pressed firmly to her pussy, my eyes closing as my pleasure consumed me in intense electric flashes …