That Man 3 (13 page)

“I want you to relax. It’s just my finger. We’ll take it slow and easy. And I’m going
to make it so you love it.” He kissed the nape of my neck and then purred. “This is
all about you.”

I tensed as he slowly slid his finger up my passage. A groan escaped my throat. And
my flesh trembled.

“Does it hurt?”

“Just a little.” Honestly, it was a weird, good kind of hurt. I just wasn’t used to
it.

“That’s normal. You’re so fucking tight. Don’t worry, tiger. I’m going to loosen you
up.”

He slid his finger, lubricated from the soap, back down. As he gently pushed it back
up, a finger of his other hand descended on my clit. He began to vigorously rub it.

“Oh, Blake!” I moaned, arching my body.

“Does that help?”

“Oh, yes.” It was true. The divine pleasure between my thighs was allowing me to loosen
up and enjoy what was going on behind.

“That’s what I thought. A new year. A new sensation.”

In my mind’s eye, I could see the sexy smirk on his face. To be truthful, I’d never
experienced a sensation like this. Though I’d had the little vibrating egg up my butt,
this was different. I squeezed my eyes shut and let myself soak in the intensity of
the pleasure. I was getting used to his finger in my butt. The unfamiliar yet fulfilling
fullness. He continued to butt finger me and rub my clit for several minutes. I could
still feel his hard length rub against me. Little whimpers spilled from my mouth.

“Okay, baby, now we’re going to take it up a notch.” I bucked against him as he removed
his deft finger from my clit and plunged it into my pussy.

“Oh my God!” I shrieked. He was pussy fingering me and butt fingering in tandem. The
pressure was insane, especially when his fingers almost met. I was falling apart at
the seams. My orgasm crescendoed. I couldn’t hold back. My body trembled against his
as I screamed my release. I felt like I’d broken into a million beautiful pieces.

Removing his fingers, Blake held me steady and nibbled my neck. “My father always
says it’s better to give than receive. Now, baby, I’m going to fuck you like there’s
no tomorrow.”

*

It was the most outrageous shower I’d ever taken. Each time Blake fucked me, he brought
me to a place I’d never been before. Making me feel glorious sensations that were
new to me and titillating. I never knew before what my body was capable of. We’d ended
the year with a bang, and now we’d started the new one with an even bigger one.

Buzzing all over, I wrapped myself in the thick white Gloria’s Secret terry cloth
robe that Gloria had thoughtfully left for me. I towel dried my hair as Blake, with
just a towel wrapped dangerously low around his narrow hips, splashed on some GS Men’s
cologne. It smelled divine—spicy with a hint of vanilla. He glanced at himself in
the mirror and ruffled his hand through his wet hair. I guess he wasn’t going to blow
dry his hair or shave. The extra layer of stubble that surrounded his kissable lips
made him even sexier.

“Hey, I’m going to make us some breakfast. Just put on a bathing suit and meet me
downstairs.”

“Are we going to the beach?”

“That’s the plan,” he said with a wink.

“I can’t wait.” I was truly excited. It looked like perfect weather to catch some
rays and jump some waves.

After a quick kiss, Blake slipped out of the bathroom. I found an elastic and gathered
my damp hair into a ponytail. I brushed my teeth and doused myself with the Gloria’s
Secret SPF 30 moisturizer that was sitting on the marble counter beside a whole slew
of beauty products. Gloria was so generous and thoughtful. I made myself a mental
note to send her a handwritten thank-you note when I got home along with a gift. Maybe
a picture frame or something cute for the twins.

It was actually good to have a little alone time apart from Blake. I studied my reflection
in the mirror and smiled. My complexion glowed. And not just from the long, hot shower.
It was deeper than that. I’d never looked so happy. Blake Burns had not only awoken
my sexuality, but he’d also lit up my heart. Bradley had never made me feel this way.
Our relationship was rooted in friendship and routine. And in the end, deceit. My
relationship with Blake was rooted in passion, adventure, and honesty. We were quickly
becoming best friends as well as lovers. The deep-seated love I felt for him couldn’t
be measured or put into words. I so hoped we’d figure out a way to move forward once
we settled back to work. Having this gorgeous sex god only a thin wall away from me
was daunting. I shuddered at the thought. But as he always said, where there’s a will,
there’s a way.

Back in the bedroom, I donned one of the string bikinis Gloria had given me. The black
one. It fit me perfectly, the halter-top exposing my pert breasts just the right amount
and the high-cut bottom making my long, lean legs look even longer. I slipped my bare
feet into the sparkly flip-flops and, at the last minute, threw on one of Blake’s
collarless white shirts over my bathing suit.

I could smell the intoxicating scent of him on my body. The high thread count Egyptian
cotton felt delicious against my skin. The shirttail trailed to my mid thighs and
I left it unbuttoned. Oddly, as sexy as the Gloria’s Secret lingerie was, wearing
Blake’s shirt made me feel sexier. It was as if I was part of him and he was part
of me.

The aroma of fresh coffee mixed with something delicious drifted in the air. I inhaled
deeply. Breakfast. My hungry stomach growled.

I galloped downstairs and found Blake in the kitchen. Clad in navy blue swim shorts,
he was standing before a built-in grill with his bare back to me, flipping pancakes.
There was something so sexy about watching a man cook. Especially someone as sexy
as Blake.

I inhaled again through my nose, absorbing the mouthwatering mixture of aromas. “Mmm.
Everything smells so good!”

“Hope you like pancakes and sausage,” he said as he caught the pancake he’d just flipped
on his spatula.

“How do you do that?” I ambled over to him. My shoulder blade rubbed against his flexed
bicep.

“It’s easy. Let me show you.”

He stepped behind me and wrapped his arms around me. Skimming my breasts, he put the
spatula into my right hand and slipped it under one of the pancakes. With my wrist
in one hand and a breast cupped in the other, he said, “Okay on the count of three,
toss the pancake into the air, keep your eyes on it, and the spatula steady just above
the grill. Ready?”

I nodded, concentrating on the task at hand. It wasn’t easy when he was tweaking my
nipple beneath the fabric of my shirt and getting me hot and bothered yet again.

“Good. One… two… three.”

I did as he instructed, and trained my unblinking eyes on the pancake I’d flipped.
Bingo! It landed smack on the spatula. “Yes!” I shouted out triumphantly.

“Nice one,” replied Blake as he helped me transfer the pancake to a nearby platter.
It was stacked with perfectly round golden pancakes.

“Okay, now let’s see you do one all by yourself.”

“No problemo,” I said with an air of smug confidence.
I’ll show him.

But as I shifted the spatula under another pancake, his right hand joined his left
on the unoccupied breast. He began to knead them, squeezing and circling. My nipples
hardened beneath the fabric of my bikini and sent arousal straight to my core. A hot
shiver shot down my spine as I felt his own arousal pressing against my backside.
Oh,
God!

And then one hand slid under my bikini bottom and made a beeline for my clit. That
did it. With a loud moan, I flipped the pancake. It went flying and landed two feet
away from me on the bleached hardwood floor.

“Fuck!” I wasn’t sure if I was reacting to my cooking faux pas or to what was cooking
between my legs. Things were heating up quickly. And as if things couldn’t get more
out of control, I squirmed and accidentally knocked over the bowl of batter.
Crash
! While the ceramic bowl didn’t break, a pool of the goo spread all around my feet.
Fumbling for the nearby roll of paper towels, I crouched and got down on my hands
and knees to clean up the mess I’d made.

“I’m sorry,” I groaned, impossibly trying to blotch up the gooey mess. I saturated
one paper towel after another. Why did I have to be Calamity Jen?

“Don’t be.” I could hear amusement in Blake’s voice. “I love seeing a woman on her
hands and knees.”

“I’ve totally fucked up breakfast.”

“No you haven’t. Breakfast is about to be served.”

Before I could say a word, Blake hit the floor, and in one smooth move, spread my
legs and yanked down my bikini bottoms. Kneeling behind me, my ass raised in the air
and legs parted, he penetrated my pussy, inch by delicious inch. I let out a loud
moan.

“You’ve been a bad student,” he growled.

“I’m sorry,” I squeaked as he began to pound into me from behind. My breasts and ponytail
dusted the spilled batter as I rocked my hips to meet his thrusts.

“You need to be punished.”

Without warning, I felt a light sting on one of my butt cheeks. I yelped. He slapped
me again a little harder. He wasn’t using his hand. It was the spatula.

He continued to slap my bottom as he ground into me. The pain mixed with the pleasure.
Erotic moans and groans escaped my throat. It felt incredible!

“You like that,” he breathed with a deliciously painful yank of my ponytail that lifted
my head away the floor.

I simply nodded as my pussy gripped his hot pumping cock. He was hitting my G-spot
again and again. I squeezed my eyes shut as my orgasm rose inside me. Upon another
hard yank of my ponytail, I screamed and imploded.

“Fuck!” shouted Blake as his own powerful release met mine. He folded himself on top
of me, and after our breathing steadied, lifted me up so I was sitting back on my
heels, in his arms.

I pivoted my head around to face him. A mischievous glint flickered in his eyes, and
a wicked smile curled on his lips. Holding me in one arm, he dipped a long index finger
into the batter and then put it to my lips.

“Suck,” he ordered.

“Mmm,” I moaned as my mouth curled around his fingertip and savored the sweetness.
He licked off the little bit that got on my lips.

“Mmm,” he repeated. “You’re delicious enough to eat. Turn around and take off my shirt.”

I did as he asked, slipping his shirt off my shoulders, and faced him. I studied his
features. That maddening mouth was twisted and those blue eyes twinkled with mischief.
Oh yeah. Mr. Bad Boy was up to something. In the blink of an eye, he tore off my bikini
top and fastened it around my head like a blindfold.

“Blake, I can’t see.”

“That’s the point. Now, don’t move,” he said as I heard him scramble to his feet.

Every muscle in my body twitched in anticipation of what was next.

When his warm breath heated my face, I knew he was back on the floor. An unexpected
ticklish sensation overtook my senses. He was drizzling a warm liquid on me. He began
on my neck, and slowly, the liquid made its way down my chest to my breasts. The sweet
familiar smell penetrated my nose. Holy shit. He was dousing me in maple syrup. He
circled my nipples with the molten liquid and then let it drip on the tips. My back
involuntarily arched and I let out a moan.

“Do you like this?” he purred.

“Oh yes,” I purred back.

“You look so edible.”

In a heated breath, his velvet lips and tongue were on my breasts, sucking and licking
the sweet syrup. Oh God! I could feel my own sweet syrup pooling between my legs.

“This is the best fucking pancake breakfast ever,” he murmured into my cleavage after
laving it. “And it’s only going to get better.”

With his mouth still clinging to my tit, he trickled maple syrup down my torso, over
my ribs, and then poured it into the pit of my navel. He trailed his tongue slowly
down my body, lapping up the syrup. The tip dipped into my navel and flicked the little
basin. Oh, God! I never knew how sensitive this part of my body was. Goose bumps exploded
across my skin.

“Mmm. You’re so fucking delicious,” he said breathily. “Breakfast may be my new favorite
meal.”

In my mind’s eye, I could see the pleasure etched on his face. It was as delicious
for me as it was for him. I moaned wordlessly.

“Now, I want to taste your sweet pussy.” He spread my legs.

A gasp escaped my lips. And a shiver ran down my spine as the maple syrup dripped
down my body and made its way to my quivering pussy. I could feel him pour a generous
amount. He used his fingers to rub it across my sensitive folds. It mixed with the
sweet syrup that already coated my cleft. I couldn’t stop moaning.

Still blindfolded, I felt his warm breath between my legs, heating me. “Oh, baby,
you smell so good. So sweet. I’m going to eat you.”

My head fell back as the tip of his tongue met my clit.

“Oh yeah,” he groaned.