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  When I heard him groan, it was the push I needed.

  My eyes took him in and his reaction. His face stoic as his eyes darkened, making his gold flecks stand out, his gaze penetrating me—burning unadulterated fire. With shaky hands, I unhooked my bra, swiftly pulled it off and seductively placed it on my fingers, letting it dramatically drop to the floor. I stood before him with my hot-pink lacy thong and my four-inch, patent nude, Rolando Louboutin pumps.

  Still, no sound came from him—but his eyes spoke volumes. They were locked on my round and heavy breasts. His penetrating gaze alone had the power to make my nipples harden and my pussy drench with excitement.

  Strategically bending over him with my butt in the air, I kissed his neck and slowly made my way to his tanned and chiseled torso. I licked the outer part of his nipple, until it hardened and covered with goose bumps. My hot tongue flicked it slowly and my teeth playfully bit it.

  He gasped. “Fuck, Sienna. You’re killing me.” Slowly but surely they say…

  Glancing at him through my lashes, I gave him a cat-like smile. “I’ve only just started. Be patient young man!”

  I went back to assaulting his left nipple and took my other hand and scratched the other counterpart.

  Blake buckled.

  I smiled. You like that don’t you?

  My tongue snaked slowly to his navel and I nipped around it. My fingers traced the outline of his boxer-briefs, soft and light—just enough to make him tingle. I wanted him hot, ready and rabid.

  My fingers gently pulled down his boxers; I gasped loudly from his springing cock. It was massive, the girth—thick with a big vein that outlined his hardened ridge. Wow, impressive!

  My eyes were greedy, my mouth watered and my hands itched.

  Hell to the mother fucking yes!

  I gathered my bearings and hastily pulled the boxers off his long legs. Kneeling, both of my hands gripped his thighs. I kissed his inner thigh, slowly and deliberately, as I made my way to his balls. My hand cupped them, hard, and started to play with them—massaging and pulling a bit. Holding his balls firm, careful not to touch his ready to combust cock, I slowly got up and bent over to kiss his neck. My lips assaulted it, sucking it and biting his earlobe while my hand continued to grip and squeeze his balls.

  “Sienna” Blake muttered, edgy.

  I felt his large hands cup and grip my ass. He gave my left butt cheek a loud spanking. “Ahh!” I yelped from pleasure but he needed to hold back. It was my playtime—my show. “Don’t touch, Knightly!” I hissed.

  “I can’t help it. Your beautifully shaped arse was just right there, waiting to be spanked.”

  “Enough.” I scolded the Brit.

  He immediately shut his mouth when my hand found his manhood, stroking it, slowly—up and down its silky, hard length. The gesture made him close his eyes with his mouth hanging ajar.

  “You like that, Mr. Knightly?” I inquired with a raspy, sultry voice. I licked my lips as I watched my hand touch him—his shaft got bigger and bigger.

  “Yes.” He responded, his voice thick and throaty.

  Still stroking him, I used my other hand to reach for the oil and flipped it open. I drizzled and smothered it all over his throbbing cock as it freely oozed all the way to his balls. It wetted my hands as I massaged it on his body, spreading the oil all over his thighs, his torso and on my breasts. Once done, I retreated back to catering his hardened ridge.

  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!”

  Encouraged, 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 even 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 wanted 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 breathing 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! Never in my years with Kyle, had I experienced anything like it.

  And that was only his tongue and fingers. 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.

  “Wow. 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.

  Seventeen

  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 him. 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 being 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.

  Sitting 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 might 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.

  “I don’t know. She never said. She’s been waiting for twenty minutes. You should go and ask her yourself. Whatever it is she came here for—be strong.” Luce gave me a hug and squeezed me tightly.

  “Right, I should go talk to her. Thanks for the warning.” My hand sought out hers and gently squeezed it before I left and strolled towards the living room to find Marie.

  My hands were clammy and I rubbed them on my jeans as I entered the living room.

  I found Marie gracefully sitting on the couch, drinking tea as she watched the news on the television. I was relieved that Luce had taken care of her and had made her feel comfortable.

  “Marie?”

  “Sienna, dear, how are you? It’s so good to see you again. I was a little miffed that you didn’t come to see me when you went back home. I’ve missed you.”

  Oh, my. That just made me teary and wobbly.

  I wanted to see her, but the thought of Kyle stopped me. I didn’t know how he felt about me going behind his back and visiting his mother.

  “I’m sorry. I meant to see you, but circumstances made it difficult for me. I’ve missed you too.”

  She stood in front of me and gave me a loving hug, “I hope you’re
doing okay, Sienna?” She eyed me with concern.

  “I’m fine, is everything okay? You’re visiting London?” I cautiously asked her.

  I needed to know the purpose of her visit.

  Marie started to sit down and I sat across from her on the other couch. I needed as much distance between us as possible because it just had to be that way from now on. As much as I like Marie, she’s still Kyle’s mother and she will look out for her son, first and foremost.

  “Sienna, let me explain my visit, and I hope that you will let me finish before you voice your thoughts. Is that okay with you, dear?”

  I nodded and said yes, eager for her to get on.

  “I know it’s been extremely tough for you both— since you moved here. I saw his despair when you left. It tore my heart to pieces to see him go through something like that—but he somewhat survived that hurdle and started to live life again. But since the moment he saw you back home, he’s been spiraling out of control— and I need to intervene before things really get out of hand— and he ends up dead somewhere.”

  I gasped. Kyle? Why do you do this to yourself?

  “A few days ago, I caught him passed out in the bathroom with lines of cocaine next to him. I was hysterical with worry and so I called Chris, panicking—we discussed what we needed do to help our child cope with his problems. We sat Kyle down the next day, after he recovered from his binging,” she gently wiped a tear that escaped her teary eyes. “We asked him what was going through his head and told him how negligent he was with his actions. He didn’t talk much—as expected— but laid out essential facts and how he felt like ‘he’s dying inside’. I just wish he would’ve spoke to me about it. He chose to bottle it all in.

  “Instead of putting him in rehab like most people do, Chris and I agree that it would be best to send him here. To be around you again—you gave him perspective, dear. But most of all, my son listens to you. He’ll be assigned to scout and supervise the UK branch and at the same time, he can try to see you and make amends. Even if you two don’t get back together, you kids should remain friends. You darlings were inseparable, and it’s painful to see a long standing friendship fall apart.