Taming Blake (A New Adult Romance): The Complete Trilogy (25 page)

It felt so good to be in control, and to be able to drink him in with my eyes for as long as I wanted. Because he was perfect ... physically at least.

Finally, I took a step into the tub, gasping at just how hot it was compared to the cold night air around me. I slid myself slowly beneath the water, enjoying the delicious feel of the bubbling froth dancing on the surface around my breasts as I made my way towards Blake, still sitting so patiently on the edge of the tub, waiting for whatever came next.

And soon I was there before him, positioned between his legs, his body just inches from my own, his cock still so damn
hard
despite the cold night air, his tanned muscular body all mine, to play with and tease, as much or as little as my heart desired.

So I reached out and drew my finger lightly down his stubble-flecked cheek, then traced the edge of his thick, sensuous bottom lip. At my touch, his mouth opened a little and I felt his tongue brush my fingertip as he tried to suck my finger greedily into his mouth. But I quickly pulled it away, leaving him frustrated.

Next I let my touch stray down, over his taught, tanned pecs, my fingers tracing light circles around his small oval nipples. I wondered if
my
touch sent shivers down his spine, the way his always seemed to do whenever he played with my tender breasts.

Finally I placed both palms on his rock-hard, muscular thighs to steady myself, then lifted myself upwards out of the bubbling water just enough to plant a quick kiss on his lips, before letting my head slide down again, flicking my tongue against first one of his nipples, then the other, feeling them harden.

But I just couldn’t hold off any longer. I finally turned my attention to his thick hard cock, impressed that it had stayed so rock-solid this whole time, despite the cold air. I let myself slide back into the warm, bubbling water, using Blake’s thighs to steady myself, until my face was level with that hot, hard piece flesh standing proudly between his legs.

I traced my outstretched tongue gently up the silky smoothness of his shaft, teasing a soft groan from his lips as I let my kiss extend to his pearly pink head, feeling his thighs tense up for a moment. I bobbed my head again, taking him fully into my mouth this time, working my lips slowly up and down his shaft, feeling him swell against my tongue, so impossibly big and hard now, filling my mouth up completely.

I kept my motions slow and steady, bobbing my head, my hands placed firmly on his thighs, my body slipping in and out of the bubbling water as I worked him to boiling point, enjoying hearing his sighs and feeling his shudders, his hips bucking a little as he tried to pump himself even deeper into my mouth.

But just then I pulled away completely, letting myself float backwards in the tub, leaving him once more tense and frustrated, his manhood now so wet and shining from my kisses, his whole body tensed and expectant, his breathing fast and shallow, his sensuous lips parted, as he wondered what I might do to him next.

I stood in the water, rising to waist-height in the warm white froth, feeling the cool air tingle once more against my skin, the lights of the city sparkling around us like fairy lights as I paced sexily towards him, an even more daring idea in my head ...

Again, I could feel that brave confident girl inside me taking control, urging me forwards, stalking towards my prey like a panther.

I felt myself climbing out of the water, placing my arms tenderly around Blake’s neck to steady myself, placing my knees on the cool edge of the tub either side of him, my whole body shivering with anticipation as I stole a final quick hungry kiss from his lips, before reaching down between my legs and taking his hot hard cock in my fingers, keeping it carefully in place as I lowered myself gingerly onto him.

At first I don’t think he realized quite what was happening, but then, after a moment, perhaps when he sensed a
new
kind of tightness against the head of his cock, he seemed to understand ...

Because tonight I wanted to try something
new
: something I’d never tried before, something I wasn’t even sure if I’d be able to
do
, but wanting to give it a go, and wanting my very first time to be with Blake.

I could feel his throbbing hardness, so hot against that tender secret place between my buttocks, and for a moment I wondered if I just wouldn’t be able to fit him inside me that way. But I tried my hardest to relax, gently pushing down on him a little further, feeling his tongue slip into my mouth and my breasts grazing his chest, my arms clasped tight around his neck.

There was a final shivering pause, and then I felt him slip up inside me, stretching me so damn wide I gasped and shuddered. I kissed him hard, whimpering, not sure if I could fit any more than that first inch of him inside myself, but then I felt his hands move to my ass, spreading me wider, coaxing me down further, and very gently he bucked his hips, pushing
another
hot hard inch of himself inside me.

This time, I flat-out moaned. I’d never dreamed in a million years I’d do something like this before; something so kinky, so
naughty
. I could feel my clit throbbing like crazy, crying out for me to touch it, but there was something kind of delicious about holding off just a moment longer, until the urge became unbearable.

With a soft grunt, Blake pushed himself even
further
inside me, and I kissed him hard and hungrily in reply, feeling him slip back out a little ways, then slide back inside me once again. And just like that he began to take me, slowly and tenderly, holding me firmly in place, his hot hands cupping my buttocks, spreading me wide, his thick manhood plunging in and out of me.

Finally I could take it no more. As Blake fucked my ass, I reached down between my legs, touching the hot wet lips of my pussy, slipping two fingers easily inside myself, then letting my touch move further upwards, finding my clit so damned hard and swollen that I only had to work it a couple of times in urgent circles before I could feel my orgasm approach. And right there and then, I realized I wanted nothing more than to come with Blake’s cock deep inside me in this new way.

“Oh Blake,” I gasped, almost unable to form the words, “I’m so close ...”

I reached up to his face, yanking off the blindfold, wanting to look straight into his eyes as I came. And as soon as I’d removed the cloth, sure enough his gaze met mine, his grey eyes so impossibly intense, locking onto my own.

With a final whimper and shudder, I felt my orgasm hit: so powerful it knocked the breath out of me, my whole body shuddering hard, my trembling fingers still working my clit, Blake’s cock buried deep in my ass, his hot hands on my buttocks, holding me in place as he drove himself as deep as he could inside me.

He came too, just a moment later, thrusting his tongue hard into my mouth, his muscular body tensing as he pumped his warm wetness inside me, both of us gasping for breath, Blake gently lifting us off the rim of the tub, then letting us slip down, finally, beneath the steaming bubbling water, the sensation of this new heat against my skin flashing like fire. 

I let myself slip gently free of him, then flopped back against the side of the tub, all my limbs tingling, my chest flushed pink, my breath returning in shallow pants.

I didn’t feel embarrassed about what I’d done. If anything, I felt proud. Proud that I’d taken control, and proud that I’d done
exactly
what I wanted, seeking out my own desires, in my own way and at my own pace.

After a moment, once he’d caught his breath too, Blake climbed back out of the hot tub to pour out glasses of champagne, handing one to me, the water dripping from his skin, glimmering like little jewels in the cold night air.

Then he slipped back down beneath the bubbling water, holding his glass towards me. “I’d like to propose a toast,” he said.

“To what?” I asked, confused.

“To Jessica Clark. There’s more to you than meets the eye. And I like it.”

“Well then ... to me,” I smiled.

And as we clinked glasses, we held each other’s gaze for what seemed like forever. As Blake looked at me, I just knew that something was changing between us.

“Okay, Jessica, so what exactly do you have you got to show us?”

The two men looked up at me coldly from their high-backed leather chairs in the executive board room, up on the twenty-first floor of the faceless corporate office. Both were immaculately-suited, both bald, both a touch overweight, and both probably in their late-forties. In fact, the whole effect was a little ...
bizarre
. It was like seeing a pair of twins whose mom had been dressing them identically from birth and had carried on the practice right through to adulthood. It was kind of cute, but if you thought about it too long, it was also kind of creepy.

Pretty much the
only
things that separated Max Hirschberg and Andy Weber in appearance were their ties (Max’s was electric blue, while Andy’s was a forest green) and the fact that Max wore a goatee, while Andy was clean-shaven.

I gulped, feeling my throat close up and my heart drumming hard in my chest at what felt like a million miles an hour.

This moment had come around so quickly already. After I’d emailed off my proposal, I’d thought nothing more about it. But then, last night, I’d had the message, asking me to come in, late on Friday morning, to present my pitch for the job.

I turned to my bag, taking out the printed-out packs of notes I’d made, glad for just one moment longer to compose myself. Because, after all, this was the very first pitch I’d ever done (if you didn’t count my impromptu outburst in Blake’s office that time).

“Well, gentlemen,” I began, handing each of them an info pack, “I was thinking that what your restaurant needs to
really
stand out is something completely fresh. Something that’s not been done before … And if you’ll turn to page three of your notes, I’ll show you just what I mean …”

To my surprise, the two men actually
did
turn the page, following my instructions. It felt weird to be in control and have people actually listen to me. But I was proud of myself for learning how to take the lead. It was fun practicing on Blake, of course, but it was turning out to be useful, no essential, in my professional life, too.

And as I talked, pitching my idea in more depth, both Max and Andy nodding along thoughtfully, I inwardly thanked Blake. Such a lot of this new-found confidence had been down to him.

He’d taught me by example: pushing me forwards, testing my boundaries, and making sure I ended up in situations a little outside of my comfort zone – because it turned out it was in
those
kinds of situations that I found out just who I really was ...

He might still be keeping things from me, but I owe him so much already ...

Eventually, I wound up my presentation, and looked hopefully at the two men.

But both remained completely expressionless, giving absolutely nothing away.  This obviously wasn’t their first rodeo.

“Thanks very much, Miss Clarke,” Max (or was it Andy?) said finally, after an excruciatingly long pause. “We’ll be in touch.”

I thanked them both again for their time, and then made my way back out of the boardroom, all my nerves gone by now, replaced instead by a heady rush of excitement and adrenaline.

Well, they’re playing their cards close to their chest.

But even if I hadn’t got the job — so what? I was proud of myself. This was all good experience, the kind of situation that college could never have prepared me for. Because it turned out that this business was as much about confidence and persuasion as it was color sense. And the most satisfying thing of all was that I was
working
finally, building up my ideas and my experience, and even more importantly than that, I was
doing it
on my own
.

I was just heading towards the central elevators that brought you back down to the lobby, still high on excitement, when I saw the sleek chrome doors sliding closed.

“Hey wait!” I called, dashing forwards, watching a male hand flash out from inside, holding the doors open so that I could enter.

“Thanks very much,” I said, stepping into the elevator, smiling at the guy who’d held the doors for me ...

Wait, don’t I know you?

And I realized it was Alex Wiltshire, Blake’s partner at Matthew’s Inc.

“Jessica, isn’t it?” he said, smiling warmly at me, his salt and pepper hair shining in the dim lighting of the elevator. 

And I have to admit, I was kind of flattered that someone like him, someone so powerful, had actually remembered my name.

I smiled and nodded. “Yes, we met at that fundraiser the other week. Nice to see you again, Mr Wiltshire.”

“Please, call me Alex,” he grinned. “Ground floor?” 

“Thank you,” I said, watching his carefully-manicured finger tap the buttons, the elevator doors sliding closed, enveloping us in a moment’s silence.

For a second, I thought I could feel him look me over, but I immediately dismissed it. After all, this was Blake’s partner, wasn’t it.

No, you’ve just imagined it.

And anyway, guys like this are all about business, and here’s an opportunity to make a real-life elevator pitch ...

Still buoyed up on the adrenaline of my previous pitch, I just blurted it out:

“I was wondering if you might have some interior design work for me? I’m in the market for new clients, you see ...”

“Well, funny you should mention that,” he said chuckled, shooting me a wide, warm smile. “I
might
have something for you, actually. How about we set up a preliminary meeting one evening? Just to chat over some of your ideas?”

“Wow, that would be great,” I replied, feeling like this day totally couldn’t get any better. “When would you like to meet? I could drop by the offices if you like?”

“Oh, don’t worry,” he said, drawing out his Blackberry from his blazer pocket. “Let me take care of all that. Just tell me your number and I’ll be in touch soon enough.”

“Sure,” I said. And as I told him my number, I felt perhaps a little frustrated that we hadn’t finalized anything concrete.

Don’t be so impatient.

Rome wasn’t built in a day, remember.

You’re lucky just to be giving someone like Alex Wiltshire your details in the first place!

“Well, it was great bumping into you,” he said, when the lift reached the lobby and the doors swished opened once more.

“You too,” I smiled back.

I wasn’t sure what the correct etiquette was, but he seemed to be leaning in for a peck on the cheek, so I obliged, feeling his hand brush the small of my back for a second, too.

Wait. Did he just touch my
butt
?

No, you’re imagining it …

“Well, I’d better go …” I replied, shaking off the idea that he was giving off weird, creepy vibes.

Things were probably just a bit more touchy-feely back in Alex’s day. A lot of older guys were like that. It didn’t necessarily mean he was immediately a total creep. After all, he was almost the same age as my Pop. He just came from a different era, that was all.

You’re overthinking things again.

Just let it go.

As I was heading outside, planning to grab myself a celebratory latte and a pastry from a nearby coffee shop, I heard my cell buzzing in my bag. I pulled it out: Fallon calling.

“Guess what?!” she said excitedly, the very moment I answered.

“What?”

“We’ve just added a New York date to the first leg of the tour! For this time next week! Tell me you can make it.”

I thought about my upcoming week. Still without any concrete work, there were no commitments to get in the way of seeing Fallon. I could work on my portfolio whenever I liked. And as for my ...
boyfriend
? Or whatever Blake was. Well, he seemed to be sticking to his usual pattern: calling me up out of the blue, pulling some amazing surprise out of the bag, and then leaving me hanging for days on end, wondering if he’d ever call again. So unsurprisingly, no, we definitely didn’t have dinner plans for next Wednesday.

Truth was, I was beginning to mind less and less about being left hanging all the time by Blake. That last night in the hot tub, I realized it wasn’t just a one-way street. That I could be the one to wrap Blake around my finger, too.

And I actually began to hope that he would demand my presence the same night Circles were playing. I already felt a small thrill at the idea of texting him the reply:
sorry, I’m busy.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world!” I replied, excitedly, happy to hear my friend cheer on the other end of the phone.