“You’re such a perv, Taylor.” I throw my head back with a sigh as I sit up straighter, trying to hide my flushed chest. Does he know it’s him that got me all hot and bothered? “Besides, the show is over. It wouldn’t even have a satisfying ending, if you catch my drift.”
He arches a brow. “Edging kink?Hot.”
I don’t mean to, but the absurdity of this situation makes me laugh. “I wish. It’s just—never mind. You don’t care.”
“I do,” he says quietly. “I do care, Alexis. Tell me?”
I bite my lip. Am I really about to tell Blake Taylor about my sexual troubles? I bet if I do, he’ll never let it go. But the stories about him…they make it clear he knows how to get the job done. And I desperately need help.
“I can’t come,” I say, the words tumbling from my lips before I can let myself chicken out. “Whenever I touch myself I feel good, but I never really make it to the finale. I’ve never…”
Blake leans forward ever so slightly, a puzzled look on his face. “You’ve never had an orgasm? Not even with a partner?”
Heat rushes to my cheeks as I wish for the ground to open up and swallow me whole. “There’s never been a partner. Not aside from…”
“Oh.” A moment passes in deathly, excruciating silence, the only sound the quiet hum of electricity in the walls. “Do you want to?”
I meet Blake’s gaze, and the cold determination in those gorgeous blue eyes sends a wave of anticipation through my lower belly. He steps forward at my nod, slow enough that I can stop him at any moment, until he’s right at my side.
“Do you trust me?” he asks, and with a start, I realize that I barely have to think about it. Not only that I trust he can get me off—though, that too. No doubt about that. No, the surpriselies in the realization that Blake is the only guy aside from my family whom I’ve allowed to even touch me in almost a year, and he is the only one I trust to give me a safe and positive sexual experience.
So without a shadow of a doubt, I say, “I do.”
“Good.” His palm straddles my inner thigh through the sheet, and though I trust him my muscles stiffen. His fingers travel up to my cheek, pulling me into a slow and gentle kiss. “Just relax. It’s only me.”
I rake my fingers through his hair as he deepens the kiss, focusing on his scent and the surprising gentleness in his touch as his fingers travel down to tease my clit over the layers of fabric.
After it all went down I never believed I could handle being touched like this again, with even a kiss being too big a mountain to climb. But now, with Blake, it seems like that mountain is nothing but a small bump. Kissing Blake is like a fresh layer of snow that makes the world go quiet, like all the noise and pain that plagues me 24/7 just melts away.
He pulls away, and I immediately miss the quiet reassurance of his lips on mine.
“Not quite how I imagined our first kiss, but I’m not complaining.” He grins, his lips brushing mine once more before traveling to my ear, our cheeks pressed together as his breath tickles my ear. “Tell me what you want.”
“Please make me come,” I breathe. “Make me one of the girls on your roster, Blake. Make meyours.”
His eyes are dark with lust as he slowly lowers the sheet off my body, his fingers brushing my skin as I’m exposed to him bare. He pauses, taking in every inch of my skin, his signature grin fading as awe takes its place, leaving him uttering curses under his breath.
Something about that look gives me the confidence to spread my legs a little wider and lift my chest to put my breasts on full display. His tongue juts out to lick his lips as his knuckles trace the sides of my hips, reaching the soft of my belly with a slight tickle that makes me laugh.
“You’re so fuckinggorgeous,Alexis,” Blake says. “Are you sure about this? It’s not too late to back out.”
I nod, bunching his shirt in my fist and pulling him closer. He gets the hint with a chuckle, his lips finding my neck within seconds, leaving a trail down to the hollow of my throat.
My fingers stray down again, finding their place in the warmth of my folds. A heaviness settles over them and at once they’re pulled away, making me whimper with the loss.
“Not yet,” Blake says between kisses. “Need to get you nice and ready first.”
His hands find my breasts, palming them and rolling my nipples between his thumb and index fingers. A moan escapes my lips and he smirks at the sound, continuing the torture until I’m aching and begging for his cock, my body writhing underneath his touch. He lifts his hand and brings it down fast, slapping my sensitive skin. I gasp, moaning with pleasure.
He does it again, urged on by my moaning, but as I open my legs wider he steps away, rounding the bed to sit on the chair by the closet.
Blake rolls up the sleeves of his maroon shirt, the veins on his muscular arms visible even from the bed. God, he’s too handsome for his own good. “Touch yourself for me.”
I prop myself up on my elbows to look at him, my breasts jiggling with the movement, feeling pleased when the sight has him biting his lip. “I thought you were going to help me?”
“I'm not touching you until those pretty panties are soaked all the way through.” He leans back in his chair, one hand stroking the ever-growing bulge in his pants. I shiver at the sightof it, imagining the feel of his cock inside of me. The thought alone has my fingers stray down my stomach and across the fabric of my panties, dragging a slow finger through my folds. Blake watches my fingers like a hawk, every pinch, every circling motion urged on by his darkening gaze. Can he tell that I’m turned on by him alone? That the thought of his body, his mere presence, makes me more aroused than I'd ever been?
Blake groans as the fabric gets wetter and wetter, soft moans leaving my lips. I increase my speed, hoping to find that sweet release. It doesn't come.
