Blake Travis is not what I was expecting. He’s kind. Patient. And possibly more perceptive than anyone I’ve ever met. No one has asked me the kind of questions he did, spearing right to the heart of everything painful. It feels good to have told someone all that. I feel lighter than I have in years.
Talking to Blake isn’t scary; it’s comforting, and cathartic, like he’s taking what you tell him on board, owning some of it and making it easier to bear.
I’m watching him laze against the side of the tub. His eyes are closed. His lips are wet with champagne. His skin is tanned and his chest is muscled and strong-looking.
I want him to open his eyes. I miss the color of them. The intensity of his fascination.
I take another sip of my champagne. “Tell me more about your brothers.”
He smiles and opens his eyes, like he’s glad I asked. “Gabe is twenty-six. He started his own investment company a few years ago and lives in Dallas. He’s made a lot of money which hasn’t helped shrink his oversized ego. But he’s a good guy. He’s got a good heart.”
“And your brother in the Marines?”
“Ethan. He’s been away for more than a year. This is his second tour. I think it’s been hard on him. He hasn’t sounded too good lately when we’ve been in touch. I think it’ll be good for him to get home and start to get his life back. I worry about him.”
“You must get lonely,” I say. It’s a big house. It must feel empty sometimes, with the memories of his parents and the absence of his brothers. “Living by yourself.”
“I do. It’s why I spend so much time at the gym, and at practice. When I’m playing football I don’t think about anything else. I can forget about the loneliness for a while.” For a second, he looks so sad it makes me feel sad right along with him. Like he took some of my baggage on board, I can do this for him to. Share his pain and make it easier to bear. But then he smiles at me. A shy smile, like he’s not used to showing this part of himself.
I wonder what it would feel like to kiss him. To touch him. It’s been so long since I’ve felt the affectionate touch of another human being, I suddenly feel starved for it. I want to hold him, and treat him carefully.
So I do something I would never have dared, even hours ago. I reach up and smooth back a strand of his dark hair.
“I’m so glad you’re here with me.” His voice is rasped, like he’s choked up a little.
“Me, too.” I let my fingers curl around the wet silk of his hair. I’ve never touched a man like this. I’ve never been close enough to a man to touch them. Especially not a man like Blake Travis. His blue eyes are dazzling me. “This is a lot more fun than waiting outside the art building.”
“You were going to be waiting quite a while.”
Very gently, I tug lightly on Blake’s hair. He follows my lead, until his face is close to mine. He’s looking at me in the gentlest, most tender way. His outrageous beauty makes me feel even bolder. Beauty this luminous should be appreciated. It should be savored.
“Blake?” I whisper.
“Skye,” he whispers back.
“Can I – ” I don’t know how to say this. I don’t even know what to do. Or how.
“Yes,” he says. “You can.”
Then I do something I would never have dreamed of doing, before Blake.
I lean closer.
He blinks at me and his lips part, like he’s having trouble breathing in enough air.
Very, very softly, I touch my lips to his lips.
He lets out a low sound, something between a gasp and a groan. I pull back. The blue of his eyes is hypnotic and, somewhere under the surface, blistering with heat. He stays still, waiting. Challenging me with his eyes.
I kiss him again. When his tongue touches mine, something happens to me. A wild, uncontrollable craving takes hold. Our tongues tangle and slide. My mouth feels hungry to taste him. My whole body is soft and slippery. Every time Blake sucks gently on my tongue, a wave of pleasure ripples through my body. I feel crazy. I want to taste more of him. My hands weave into the wet strands of his thick hair.
He’s murmuring my name, dipping his tongue into my mouth like I’m the sweetest fruit he’s ever tasted. He tastes so good. We can’t get enough. Blake’s fingers slowly brush along the skin of my stomach and I don’t stop him. Then his hands are on my hips, gripping me. He’s being gentle but there’s a brimming power to him that’s unmistakable. The realization of how strong he is, instead of scaring me, has the opposite effect. The grip of his fingers feeds a current of lust straight to the low pit of my stomach. And lower. A warm pulse takes hold inside me. Each sweet throb makes me crazier. Because it’s not enough, not nearly enough.
I’ve crossed over some threshold. I don’t want to be afraid, or hide, or be alone. I want to get closer to him. I want to feel him because he feels so damn good.
Blake’s hands slide up my body. He plays with the clasp of my bra. “Skye?” he whispers. He wants my permission.
“Do it,” I whisper in his ear.
He unhooks my top and it falls away. I wrap my arms around his neck as he kisses me. My nipples brush against the hair-roughened surface of his chest. He holds my face in his hands. “I’ve been waiting all this time for someone, baby – for you – to walk into my life and to just know. That you’re the one I want. Suddenly there you were. I wasn’t expecting it to be so sudden and so … real. So I just wanted to say that I’ll never hurt you or scare you, Skye. I want to deserve you.”
I kiss his face softly. I let my fingers weave into his hair.
Our kisses get bolder, deeper.
You’re so fucking beautiful, Skye. I can’t believe how beautiful you are. I’ve waited so long for you. I want you so much. I need you so much. Do you want me?
Yes, Blake. Yes.
He’s as delirious as I am. We’re too far gone to hold back.
Blake lifts me up. I keep kissing him as he carries me to the double lounge chairs next to the hot tub. They have thick cushions and are easily big enough to hold us both. Like a bed. He lays me onto it and we’re lying side by side, still kissing. Our slippery bodies slide against each other. Our suddenly-ravenous need has sunk its teeth into both of us. My whole body is melting. I’m warm and wet. I suck on Blake’s tongue and he groans. I lick my tongue into his mouth and he takes my offering like he’s starved for me. His fingers find my breasts and he rolls my nipples tenderly, until I moan with pleasure. Blake starts kissing a line down my neck, tasting me, sucking my nipple into his mouth. He feeds on me in lusty, rhythmic pulls. It’s the most intimate thing that’s ever happened to me. Each tug of his mouth sends a dart of sensation straight to my pussy, which feels soft and tingly. I’ve never felt anything like this. Not even close. I feel like I might die if he stops or pulls away. All I can comprehend through my lust-drowsed pleasure is how much I want him. How much I need to get closer.
He’s kissing a line down my stomach … to my thighs. He’s licking and kissing my skin. Getting closer …
“Blake,” I begin to protest, but he’s kissing me there, through the wet, thin lace of my panties and it feels so good I just let him. I can’t resist the pleasure he’s giving me. He moves the lace to the side, peeling my panties off. He licks the soft lips of my pussy, dipping his tongue between the folds to find the delicate nub. I gasp his name.
“You taste so good, baby,” he’s murmuring. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He sucks on my clit and his fingers touch me, skating and rubbing, until the pleasure is simply too much. It’s crazy. Nearly unendurable. The silky spasms of my body clench gently around his tongue as he licks into me.
He licks me until the ripples begin to calm. Then Blake climbs up next to me. He smooths my hair back from my face and stares into my eyes.
“Skye.” He kisses me and I can taste myself on his lips. It’s astoundingly intimate, like he’s claimed me already. He’s murmuring sweet words as he kisses me. “I love being with you, baby. I love the way you taste. I want you so much. So much. But I can wait for you. As long as you want.”
I don’t want to wait. I want this. I want him. Blake, I want you. I want you.
He rolls onto his back and pulls me along with him so I’m lying on top of him. I can feel his huge cock rubbing against my stomach. It’s so hot. So incredibly hard. Feeling it there, so close to … oh, God, I want him so much.
We’re writhing, kissing … until I feel the hard ridge of his cock slide against my slick pussy. He’s pushed his boxers lower and the head of his enormous cock is shiny with moisture. I’m scared but at the same time I feel wildly greedy for him. I don’t want any barriers between us.
Our bodies are so wet, so eager. His cock slides against my silky folds. My body is cradling his thick length. Blake presses more firmly against me, parting me, rubbing his cock against the tiny hyper-sensitive nub.
That’s when it starts to happen again. The ripples of pleasure start building deep inside me. His fingers grip and explore. I writhe against him and his cock presses more strongly against my clit. I moan, awed by this overload of sensation. I pull him closer. His cock is so hot and so freaking big. The broad, wet head of his cock slides into the slippery entrance of my body. A tidal wave of pleasure is building, ready to burst. I need it to burst. I need you so much, Blake. I’m gripping him, but my body resists. I’m so wet but I’m too tight. I squirm against him as he grips my hips and bucks into me, driving deeper. The warm, silky friction of his thick cock forcing its way inside me ignites a pleasure so intense I cry out. He thrusts again. And again. Lifting me, gripping me, invading me with slow, measured aggression. His big cock rubs against a sweet, aching trigger and the bliss erupts. The melting wave overflows. My pussy starts to clench lusciously around him, pulling him deeper, milking every inch of his thick length until he’s as deep as I can take him.
Blake is groaning. He’s thrusting into me, over and over. He drives deep and his big cock starts to jerk violently inside me. The pulsing bulk of his cock and the hot jets of his cum trigger more – and more – of those spiralling waves of pleasure. I’m riding him, grinding and squirming to feel every inch of his spilling beauty.
Our climax is so intense it takes a while for us to come down from it. We’re wrapped around each other. We’re breathing hard and our hearts beat in sync. I kiss his lips and he’s gazing up at me. His hands weave gently into my hair. His slick, slow-pulsing cock is still semi-hard inside me.
He kisses me again.
“Skye,” he murmurs. “I found you. I finally found you.”
We lay like that for a long time, entranced, wrapped around each other, staring into each other’s eyes. We’re in a daze, lulled by the lingering effects of our rush, entwined like we can’t bear to be separated. I have never felt so whole and so complete, with Blake deep inside me. His cock is hard again, filling me up like he’s taken possession not just of my body but of my soul.
He carefully turns us so he’s on top. He’s so strong it barely jostles us and he holds his weight so he’s not crushing me. I love how big he is, and how strong. And how careful. He touches his fingers to my cheek, like he’s making sure I’m real. He kisses my lips.
I want to stay right here inside you forever, he whispers. My girl. My Skye.
I gasp as he thrusts his hard bulk deeper. This time we go slow. My arms and legs are wrapped around him. His cock is so big and so thick, thrusting in a lazy but demanding rhythm as his tongue dips into my mouth. I start to come again. My pussy clamps snugly around him as I suck on his tongue. The wet, tight constriction of my body milking his big cock makes him come again too, and he groans like his heart’s breaking. I can feel the throbbing pulses as his cum gushes deep inside me.
I’m dazed with pleasure and sweet, sated lust. I want to hold him and taste him and keep him inside me. So I do. I play with his hair and kiss his lips and whisper in his ear to tell him how good he feels.
Much later, still half-dazed with pleasure, I vaguely notice it’s dark outside. I can hear the lap of water against the shore down below the deck. A blanket has been wrapped around us and I’m curled on my side, comforted by warmth and sleep, entirely enveloped in Blake’s protective embrace. He’s kissing my neck, licking me in lusty, gentle nips. His arms are wrapped around me. His hand fondles my breast. He teases my soft nipple between two fingers, rolling gently until it hardens into a tight little bud. Then he moves to the other breast, doing the same, touching them with the span of his fingers, playing tenderly. Blake isn’t just spooning me; his hot, heavy cock is wedged deep inside me. He pulls back a little before sliding deeper. His fingers skate across the saturated lips of my pussy, fingering my clit, caressing me with languid tenderness. The pleasure is astounding. I arch back against him, squeezing, teasing. I want to make him come again.
He growls when I retreat the tiniest bit and grips me hard, driving as deep as he can go. Mine. You’re mine, sweet girl, and I’m yours. I’m never letting you go.
His words, delivered as they are along with the thick, impaling pleasure of his cock forcing its way inside, shatter me. The pulsing glow blooms, and my inner muscles clench strongly around him until the jetting warmth of his cum floods me and spills, wetting my thighs.
Nothing will ever feel as good as this. Nothing could ever feel as good as he does.
I open my eyes.
There are leafy trees above me and I’m wrapped in a blanket. It’s dawn and the sky at the horizon is barely pink with the first light of day.
It takes me a few seconds to realize where I am. I turn my head to see … oh my God. Blake Travis. My Blake. My beautiful Blake.
The quarterback.
Oh my God. I had sex with the star quarterback. Three times.
And it was the best thing that ever happened to me.
With no hesitations, no inhibitions, no nothing.
I let myself stare at him for a few seconds. He’s asleep, half-covered in the blanket, his tanned, brawny chest gently rising and falling with his breathing. His black hair is a glorious mess. His face, in sleep, is peaceful. And so handsome it makes me want to cry.
What have I done?
I can’t handle getting close to someone as perfect as Blake. He’ll leave me. I feel like I’m about to have a panic attack. I have to get out of here. I have to get away from him before he hurts me or leaves me.
Carefully, I ease out of our makeshift bed, so I don’t wake him. I take a towel from a stack and clean myself … of our cum. Of my own virgin blood.
I find my top and my jeans and pull them on. Then, before he wakes up, I let myself out.
I don’t bother wiping the hot tears away as I walk down a side street, making my way in the general direction of the town, the university, the dorm I’ll eventually find. I don’t want him to find me.
Everyone I ever loved has left me.
Blake Travis will be no different. It was a mistake. A one-off. We got carried away, that’s all. I don’t care about his rule or how drop-dead gorgeous he is. How amazingly good he felt inside me. Coming in hot, surging gushes.
I couldn’t keep my parents from leaving me and there’s no way I’ll be able to hold onto someone like a Mustang-driving quarterback. It’s best if I steer clear of what can only cause me pain. I can’t handle any more pain.
I can handle avoiding pain. And that’s exactly what I intend to do.
Blake will be better off with his own type of girl, he’ll learn that. Not some loner misfit like me. Now that his rule has been broken he can move on, and find someone who’ll make him happy. I can’t make him happy. If I can’t even make myself happy, how in the world could I do it for him?
It’s best this way. I’m sure he can see that.
I take my phone out of my pocket, check how much money I have and decide to call myself a ride. I’m tired. I’m sore. I think my heart might be broken. I google-earth my location and order my driver. Then I sit on the curb and figure I’ve got ten minutes.
At least I lost my virginity to the hottest specimen of manhood in Texas, there’s the upside.
There are too many downsides to think about. The thoughts won’t be ignored, though. They keep on breaking through. I didn’t tell him I was on the pill. That some doctor at a free clinic said the pills would help regulate my periods. The best remedy, she said, was to eat plenty of good, nutritious food. But that had been a luxury beyond my reach. At least the pills would help me avoid my parents’ mistakes, I figured. Of being too young and too desperate – desperate enough to fuck everything up and leave their lonely child behind.
I sit there on that curb and let myself cry like I haven’t cried in ten whole years.
I wish … but there’s no point in wishing. If wishes came true, my life wouldn’t have turned out like it has. If wishes came true I’d be a better person who deserved a man like Blake.
The car pulls up and I wipe my eyes.
It was fun, Blake Travis. It was the most fun I’ve ever had. And it’s over.
So I pick myself up, dust myself off and do my best to get on with my life.