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I wake up the next morning with my head pounding. Shit, I don’t
even remember leaving the club last night. I was really trashed. I roll over and just about have my heart jump out of my chest. Next to me, completely naked, is Blake Foster. I pull the covers up my naked body to my chin and cover my face with my hands. Holy fuck, I think I just made the biggest mistake of my life.
Blake
I open my eyes and look around my hotel room. I can’t help the grin that finds its way to my face. I roll over to find London but she’s gone. I sit up quickly and glance around the room. Well, isn’t that some shit. I’m usually the one sneaking out the next morning. I lie back down and think about my first signing yesterday. What a fucking amazing time that was. I never expected to have so much fun, but meeting all the fans was unreal.
Of course, my thoughts then start drifting to the club last night. I never intended to bring London back to my room when the night started. I mean shit, you’d have to be blind not to realize how stunning she is, but I didn’t want to ruin the friendship we had going on…well, all right, that’s a lie, I couldn’t care less about friendship, but I didn’t want to ruin the chance at another cover. I know people might want to throw shit at me for thinking that, but they don’t know the whole story.
***
Every club we went to last night, Jax, Max, and I were approached by women, women that were willing to let us fuck them in the bathroom if that’s what we wanted. The thing was, even as I was dancing with them or talking with them, I had my eye on London. She just captivated me. It was as if I was drawn to seeing what she was doing, making sure she was all right, that she was having fun. I don’t know why, I’d just met her, but I felt like I wanted to protect her.
When we got to the last club, I couldn’t fake it anymore. I wanted to spend time with her, dance with her, and have my hands on her. I no longer cared about future covers. I just wanted to be near her. I wanted to be friends…fuck, I wanted to be a hell of a lot more than friends. I wasn’t Jax. I knew what I wanted, and I knew London wanted it too. Every time my hands touched her body, I could feel her melt into me. She craved the way I made her feel. I didn’t give a fuck what anyone thought. When Kallie shot me daggers across the room or Jax shook his head, it didn’t matter. What mattered was listening to the sighs of arousal London kept making, and the more she made them, the more turned on I got. We were practically dry humping on the dance floor when I nipped her neck, sending her hips thrusting hard against my cock.
“Sexy, come back to my room and let me show you just how fucking good I can make you feel.” I had never seen such lust on a woman’s face.
She smiled up at me and tugged lightly on my hair, sending a shot right down to my attention wanting cock. “God, yes.”
That’s all she needed to say. I didn’t even tell anyone we were leaving. I grabbed her hand and led her outside. We got into a cab and headed back to the hotel. When we got into my room, I knew she was trashed. She stumbled more than once, but I also knew that whether she was trashed or sober, this would be happening. The sexual tension was swirling around us all day. There was no slow and sweet. We both rushed to get each other’s clothes off. When she was down to just her bra and panties, I swear the air was sucked out of my lungs. I had never seen such a beautiful woman. Her skin was flawless, which was something new for me. I usually gravitated toward women with tattoos. She took me in with just as much wonder, seeming to memorize every part of my body from my muscles to my tattoos.
I swept the hair back off her face and turned her head up at me. “London, are you sure you want to do this?” I glanced behind me for a second, because those words had never left my mouth before. I don’t usually give a shit. I usually just want to get off, but for some reason I wanted to make sure she wanted this as much as I did. I’m still confused by it all.
“Yes, I’ve never wanted something so much in my life,” she whispered before moving to the bed and lying down. I climbed on top of her and we kissed for the first time. I’ve kissed my fair share of women, but kissing her was something different, something almost meaningful. I don’t know how to describe it. It was just something that made my heart pound in my chest. She tasted sweet and it was becoming addictive. She was the one who broke the kiss and pulled off her bra and panties, smiling up at me. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been with someone, Blake, and I can’t wait any longer.”
“How long?” I asked as I kissed my way to her unbelievably perfect tits. I mean, seriously, if these were her real tits then I’d just discovered perfection. Her hardened nipples were calling me and I tweaked them both, causing her to moan and thrust her pussy against me. “London, how long has it been?”
She snapped her head up to me and stared, appearing hurt. “Just a while. Please, Blake, I can’t take it much longer.”
I’m not about to make her beg, not when we both wanted this so badly. I ran my hand down to her pussy, and when I made contact, she actually screamed in relief. This woman was so fucking ready, she was dripping, literally dripping wet. I pushed a finger inside her, and she fisted the blanket in her hands, arching off the bed. I added another finger, evoking the same response from her, and I realized just how tight she was.
“Holy shit, London, you are tight.” I think it’d been a hell of a lot longer than “a while” for this beautiful woman. I only pumped my fingers a few times and she came all over them, screaming out her orgasm. I couldn’t wait any longer. I kicked off my boxers and grabbed the condom I put on the nightstand. I rolled it on, all while she was still coming down from her orgasm. I placed my cock at her entrance and pushed forward gently. “London, you with me, sexy?”
She opened her eyes and again I felt like someone had knocked the wind out of me. Her eyes were full of heat and vulnerability. “I’m with you.”
I slowly pushed forward a bit, but not pushing fully in, just letting her know I was right there. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. Never in my life have I been this turned on or attracted to someone. I’m not good with words, London, but I can show you everything I’m feeling with my body, all right?” She nodded her head. “You let me know if I’m hurting you, because you are tight, sexy, and I don’t want this to hurt.” She nodded again, and with my hands placed on either side of her head, I began to push inside of her. She tossed her head back and reached up to hold onto my arms, digging her nails in. “Am I hurting you?”
She looked up at me, biting her lip. “Yes, but not how you think. Please keep going.”
What the fuck does that even mean? I don’t want to hurt her. “London, I don’t want to hurt you.”
She shook her head. “You’re not, I promise.”
I pushed in a bit more and she dug her nails in deeper. “You are so fucking tight, it’s going to hurt.”
She let go of my arms and held onto my hair, keeping my face trained on hers. “I want to feel the pain, Blake, please. I need to feel it. I need to feel alive.”
I nodded my head and decided to just push all the way in, giving her the pain she seemed to be seeking. I thrust my hips forward and slammed into her. She screamed out, and I wasn’t sure if it was in pain or pleasure. I was sure she’d never been with a guy with his cock pierced, or maybe she had, I had no fucking idea. We didn’t know anything about each other, other than she’s an author, and I’m a model. I gave her a few minutes to get used to me being inside her. We kissed and I once again had her sweet taste in my mouth. I slowly started to move and she began to move with me. Before I knew it, it went from slow to frantic. We were both sweating and moaning, and I was so fucking close to coming. She went back to digging her nails into my arms and I fondled her tits. I felt her already tight pussy clench around me and I reached down to rub her clit. Once I did, she exploded around me, screaming out how good it felt. I slammed into her a few more times before I found my release and grunted out her name.
We both lay there sweating and breathing heavily for what felt like hours. I finally lifted my head and kissed her gently. “Holy fuck, that was amazing.”
She giggled and smiled at me. “Best I’ve ever had. I’ll be dreaming about that for a lifetime.” I grinned at her and my heart once again picked up its pace. “Did I hurt you? I think I dug my nails into your arms pretty hard.”
I chuckled and kissed her lips again. “It only turned me on more, sexy.” We lay there for a few more minutes, her wrapped in my arms, when I decided I needed to get rid of the condom. “I’ll be right back.” I made my way to the bathroom, threw away the condom, and grabbed a washcloth for her. When I returned, she had rolled over and was snoring. I smiled, put the washcloth down on the nightstand, and climbed into bed. I moved close to her and wrapped my arm around her waist. It was so damn comfortable having her next to me, I was asleep in minutes.
***
After last night, I am blown away with her surprise disappearing act. I guess she really only wanted to fuck because she was drunk. That kind of sucks because I really like her, but fuck that, I’m Blake Foster, and no woman is going to make me sit around waiting.
