Playing with my wine glass, I took a sip and looked at the man across from me. His fitted black shirt emphasized his bulging biceps and broad shoulders, making my thoughts slide downward into explicit territory. “Blake…”

He looked up from his tiramisu. “Hmm?”

“Is it okay if we keep this—whatever this is—between you and me? Until, I’ve thought things through?” Right, like whatever this is would be a suitable description.

Something passed in his eyes before he responded, “If that’s what you wish, then I’ll oblige, Sienna.”

“Thank you. Since we’re on the subject, what is it you’re really after? A relationship? A fling? Friends with benefits?” The list could go on really.

“A relationship, but as I said before, it’s your decision. I am not going to pressure you to do anything you don’t want to, however if you are, I want everything and only you, exclusively. I don’t share what’s mine.” That was good to hear. I mean, I didn’t want to share him if he was giving me the goods.

“I see. That’s a lot to take in.” I looked up to him with a serious expression because the damn atmosphere had dropped and it was becoming quite serious.

“It is. That’s why I want you to think about it carefully.” Blake leaned back on his chair, studying my reaction to his words. His eyes were cautious and gauging.

“What happens to our friendship? I don’t want to ruin what we have. It’s a major factor for me.” It was one of my many fears. Blake and I could lose a lot if things turned ugly.

“I know and our friendship means a lot to me, too, but I want you! I’m burning for you, Sienna. I can’t seem to get you out of my head! It’s driving me insane. It’s the only thing I can think about; you’re the only thing that I think about. I can’t think straight, Sienna!” Blake’s face was unashamed from his admission. If anything, he looked unfaltering. He was a man that knew what he wanted.

I was starting to become weary. “How about we try friends with benefits? No strings attached kind of thing first?” Say yes, my thoughts pleaded to no avail as he shook his pretty head.

“No. I want all the strings; the good and the bad. If it’s too much to be with me because you’re still recovering from your ex then, as I said before, I’ll wait. I want you to want this, too; badly enough that you can’t wait to be with me. I want you open only for me and no one else.” My. He just keeps on pressing and pushing forward, doesn’t he? Fuck, he’s so damn delicious, too.

His unabashed admission turned me on while it also gave my stomach butterflies. I desperately wanted to kiss him. Blake was the kind of man who knew what he wanted and didn’t hesitate to get it; he could be utterly ruthless.

“Why me, Blake? I know you don’t do serious relationships. I mean, you have so many women who don’t have any emotional hang-ups or issues. I just don’t get it; you could have any woman you want. What makes me different compared to Camilla or the others?”

“That’s easy. You’re different because you’re all sassiness and sexiness; well, most of the time, but sometimes you can just be gullible. You’re unique and I’ve never felt this connection with anyone. It’s exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. I knew this even before we kissed, which merely confirmed what I knew. You feel it, too. I’ve seen you trying to tame it down, yet it only intensifies. This is the point of no return for us, Sienna. You know that.”

Point of no return, he said. Did I know that? Yes, I sort of did. Blake didn’t do things in small measures and I was next on his list, apparently.

“It’s like that, huh?” I gave him a teasing smile as I got out of my chair and walked across the table to where he was sitting. His face lit-up with a knowing smile.

Does the bad boy want to come out and play? I thought provokingly as his smile became dangerous. Oh yeah. He definitely does!

I stopped before him, hooked my right leg to the other side of the chair and straddled him. He gasped at the sudden contact of my body. Without hesitation, I took his face with both of my hands and kissed him passionately, deeply. My kiss showed him how much his words affected me. How he made me forget about everything except for him.

The kiss was ferocious as our hunger battled against our tongues. I pushed my ass down harder and ground against him. We both groaned as his hands gripped my waist, pressing me firmly in place against his jeans that revealed his hardened shaft. The friction was pure torture. The heat of his rock-hard erection against my soaked underwear was madness.

My body took over; I suddenly felt possessed, wanting to feel more of him as I rocked myself slowly against him. I was on fire as I kissed his neck, sucking it until he moaned my name. I slowly kissed him as I became lost in a blanket of mindless lust with that beautiful man. The spiral feel of emotions rocketed through my body as we devoured each other. My heart ached. I wanted him. So. Badly.

However, what tore me up inside was the prospect of losing him altogether as my dear friend. He meant a lot to me and, by sleeping with him, there was a huge possibility that our friendship could not and would not survive.

Breaking from our locked lips, he touched his forehead against mine. “You’ve enslaved me, but I’m asking you to stop torturing me. End my agony. Say yes.” His voice sounded different; it was pleading and laced with hungered passion. It simply thrilled me to the core. I had this power over him, and for a man such as Blake, that was something important. I heeded.

“Blake—”

He took my chin and looked me straight in the eye. “Be mine, Sienna. Your body tells me that it’s mine, but your mind resists. Stop fighting it and let it conquer us. We’re fated to be together. I knew it from the moment I met you. You were made for me.” How sure could he be?

“Blake, I can’t have sex with you tonight… but I can help you. I’ll help you… get off…” My voice trailed off, lust-filled and with purpose.

Empowered from his reaction, I made up a plan. I might not be ready to do the deed, but I was ready to have fun. What fun it’ll be, too.

I peeled myself off him and led him straight into the living room. I dimmed the lights and directed him to sit on the couch. “Take all your clothes off except your boxers.” I commanded with absolute seriousness.

Walking over to his iPod player, I chose the song “I’ve Been Thinking” by Handsome Boy Modeling. It was fitting for what I had in mind for him. When I turned around, he was already situated in the middle of the couch and oh so ready! Blake’s compelling eyes preyed on me, scrutinizing each move I made. His smooth, six-pack abs and torso looked too tempting not to be noticed. His black boxer briefs fit him like a glove. My, oh my, what a package!

I swallowed and started to panic. Shit cakes. Do I know what I’m doing? You’ve got it under control. You’re fine. You can do this! Now, move.

“I need to get something. I’ll be back in a flash and don’t move an inch, Knightly.” I almost ran to the bathroom, fetched what I needed and darted back to where Blake was patiently waiting for me. “So, where were we?” I murmured as I got close to him. “Oh yeah, pleasing you, Mister Knightly.” Smiling and biting my lip, I felt excited and wicked at the same time. I felt like I was on top of the world when he looked at me.

Opening his legs a little wider, I stood before him with my long, dark hair wild and mussed-up, lips swollen from his kisses. I untied the knot at my neck and pulled my short dress above my head, slowly and deliberately, making a teeny show for him as I let my dress drop on the floor.

When I heard him groan, it was exactly the push I needed. My eyes took him and his reaction in. His face was 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 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 womanhood 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 then took my other hand and scratched the 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, only enough to make him tingle. I wanted him hot, ready and rabid.

My fingers gently pulled down his boxers and I gasped loudly from his springing cock. It was massive; the girth was 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 firmly, careful not to touch his ready to combust cock, I slowly got up and bent over to kiss his neck. My lips assaulted; sucking 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. “Naughty, naughty. Don’t touch, Knightly.” I hissed.

“I can’t help it. Your beautifully shaped arse was right there just 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, uninhibited in his delirious state. I accelerated the speed once I felt him grip my shoulder and pant 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, 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 in 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, devouring every drop of essence that he secreted; leaving not a drop behind.

Blake gasped for air as he stared wildly at me, fascinated. I pulled my mouth off 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 licked my lips after. Boy did that ever catch his attention.

Hell, Blake even tastes divine. Midnight with a tinge 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. To say my body was humming would be an understatement. At that 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. 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 merely his puppet.

My pussy throbbed and my thong was beyond soaked. 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.

“Holy. Shit. Blake!!!!” I screeched.

Blake’s still-hard cock teased and rubbed the outer layer of my barely covered mound “You’re drenched, Sienna. Are you sure you don’t want me to remedy that?” His roughened voice was hoarse against my ear and it 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 and 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 then he placed his mouth directly 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 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, tasting me, was carnal and erotic. I almost lost it. I was mesmerized and couldn’t take my eyes off him. My body was already strung out, but the raging onslaught of his tongue 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 caressing my pussy as he inserted a finger into 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. 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 and I was panting, out of breath.

Whoa!

I closed my eyes and sank 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 would do to me when the time came. 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! What a payback it was, too!

He kissed my nose as he slowly got up and then swiftly plucked me off the couch as if I weighed nothing. Blake headed toward the bedroom and placed me carefully on the bed before he slid in 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, smug, 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.