CHAPTER 19
BLAZE
Despite the mutual flirting, part of me still expected her to slam the door in my face.
She was the opposite of everything I was used to.
Once I got them home, women usually did one of two things: they either pretended they didn’t want to have sex for a while before giving in, in order to avoid appearing a slut, or they attacked me with the aggression of a wildcat as soon as we were alone.
So, as I drove Harley home after dinner, I pondered what might happen.
The only logical conclusion I could come up with was that she’d reject me.
But that’s not what happened, not at all.
I walked her to her door, convinced the night was ending, and anticipating the feel of her sweet lips on mine, hoping I’d at least get a kiss.
But she opened her front door and turned back to me with a silent smile, reaching for my hand and pulling me in with her. With a slow, purposeful stride she led me through her house. Her curvy hips swayed with each step, each swing like a hammer to my heart. By the time we crossed the threshold of her bedroom, decorating in the exact same shade as her lavender eyes, my cock was throbbing painfully.
She’d not said a word.
She’d not kissed me.
She’d barely smiled at me since we walked in the house.
Just this silent march into a violet promise of heaven.
Stopping next to the bed, she turned back to me, her expression solemnly seductive. She lifted her chin slightly and kicked off her vertiginous heels, leaving her inches shorter. With deft fingers, she reached down and untied the side of her dress, pulling it open and sliding it off her shoulders and letting it land in a puddle at her feet.
My eyes drank in her beauty.
Her olive skin was smooth as silk, her soft curves ample and womanly. Barely covered by two wisps of delicate, lilac-colored, French silk, her breasts rose and fell with each drum of her heart.
With trembling fingers, I reached out for her, but she pulled away, shaking her head.
“Harley,” I growled, aching for her, yearning to touch her.
She took a step away, a sly smile spreading across her face.
“I want you so bad,” I groaned.
“I know. I want you, too,” she nodded, her sly smile growing as a mischievous sparkle appeared in her eyes. I took a step forward again, my cock straining in my slacks. She took another step back and then began laughing quietly.
“Lillian!” she shouted loudly.
“Lillian?” I cocked my head in confusion as footsteps quickly approached. A beautiful young girl, around twenty-five, with long red braids and wearing a white lacy dress, appeared in the doorway.
“Yes, Ms. Jamison?” she asked, her voice a high lilting song.
“Undress me,” Harley demanded, lifting her arms to her sides.
I watched with wide, shocked eyes as the girl rushed forward. Harley’s eyes peered into mine boldly as the girl stood behind her and unhooked her bra and pulled it off. My mouth opened as Harley’s gorgeous, round breasts came into view. The girl sank to her knees behind her, gently reaching up and grabbing Harley’s lace panties and slowly pulling them down her thighs, revealing every inch of her stunning beauty.
I stared in awe, unable to hold her gaze, my eyes raking over her naked body with hunger. Mixed with the confusion of Lillian’s presence, my head was spinning.
“Thank you, darling,” Harley said. The girl stood up and waited. I brought my eyes back up, my heart pounding in my chest as I met Harley’s gaze again. She was so boldly staring through me that I found myself holding my breath. “Lillian, this is Blaze. Blaze, this is Lillian. Say hello.”
“Hello, Lillian,” I mumbled, my voice thick with lust, my eyes glued to Harley’s. From behind her, Lillian nodded and flashed me a shy smile.
“Lillian, darling, undress Blaze now.”
My heart stopped.
I’d been in countless threesomes, but this was new.
And entirely unexpected.
A twinge of disappointment ran through me as Lillian stepped forward. With nimble hands, she quickly pushed away my jacket. I stared down at her, but she refused to meet my gaze. I inhaled deeply, a soft perfume that lingered like an aura around her, slightly more floral than Harley’s.
“Slower, Lillian,” Harley demanded.
“Yes, ma’am,” she replied, her voice a submissive whisper.
Slowing down, she unbuttoned my shirt and gently pushed it over my shoulders, her fingertips brushing against my bare shoulders.
“Shall I continue, Ms. Jamison?” she asked, staring straight at my bare chest.
“Yes, darling,” Harley replied.
The girl sank to her knees and I swallowed hard.
She was face to face with my raging erection as she slowly reached up and unbuckled my belt, then slowly unzipped my pants. Time stood still as I felt her reach for the waistband of my underwear. Once again, her fingertips brushed against my skin like wisps of air, pulling them around my hips and freeing my throbbing cock, leaving it bobbing in the air between us.
My eyes shot back up to Harley and she nodded approvingly, completely at ease in her own nudity.
The only one still dressed was Lillian.
Harley’s smile was playful and light as Lillian stood up and turned back to her. Still slightly confused, I stood there feeling vulnerable and hard as a rock, unsure which way to turn, or if I should even take a step in any direction at all. Harley had taken the reins and was not giving me any clue which way we were headed.
She leaned down, pressing her lips to Lillian’s softly, before patting her on the ass.
“Sit in the corner, sweetheart.”
Lillian padded over to a plush white silk chair nestled in the corner of the room. Gingerly, she hiked her dress around her hips, revealing her own bareness under her skirt. She spread her legs, sinking her hand into her smooth, pink pussy.
Harley walked over to me, her naked beauty taking my breath away as her long, flowing hair cascaded over her bare shoulders.
“I have this kink,” she said. “I like to be watched.”
I nodded, speechless.
“I hope you don’t mind?”
I shook my head, swallowing hard as she reached down and wrapped her fingers around my throbbing shaft.
“Lillian’s discreet, not to mention beautiful. And she likes it, too,” she said, glancing over at her in the corner. “Do you think you might like it?”
“Are you kidding?” I growled. “If it turns you on, I’m all for it. I wouldn’t care if the world was watching. All I want is you.”
Waiting any longer was out of the question.
I grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling back gently as she gasped, her lips opening, begging me to take them.
“Can I fuck you now, Harley?” I asked.
“Please,” she replied, her lips parting sensually. My lips crashed into hers, needy, hungry, demanding. I kissed her hard, too hard, maybe, but her whimper turned into a soft moan and I couldn’t help myself. My tongue sought hers, the heat of our kiss rolling into a thunderous storm that couldn’t be contained.
Pushing her back onto the bed, I stood over her, watching her quivering thighs fall open in a welcoming invitation. Like a man with a savage hunger, I sank to my knees, my hands and lips running over the smooth skin of her inner thighs, my lips trailing kisses from her knee to her hip, then up and down again, each time traveling closer and closer to her center, teasing her, taunting her.
Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, begging me silently, her hips rising and falling in sweet anticipation.
I didn’t care that Lillian was there.
I didn’t care about anything.
All that I needed, all I ever wanted, was laid out before me like a feast for kings, and this beautiful goddess was offering her treasures to me as if I’d slayed an army of dragons to deserve such a bounty.
I’d done nothing to deserve this, to deserve even a moment alone with this incredible woman. But now that I was here, I was going to do everything in my power to prove myself worthy.
My kisses trailed away from her hip bone, inching inward, until my tongue slid over her mound, dipping down and plunging into her center, twirling around her clit. Her moans echoed off the walls as she wrapped her thighs around my head and arched her back.
Skillfully, I set off to give her as much pleasure as she could take.