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CHAPTER EIGHT
LILY
Blake is probably right. The problem with Ted is beginning to freak me out.
Ted has totally forgotten that he's been sleeping with Violet. He thinks me skipping our wedding ceremony stems from a silly misunderstanding. His last text is disturbing. We are meant to be together. I forgive you.
I can't understand the part where he forgives me. He's mentally unstable. I don't know how that's possible; the guy is a lawyer in my dad's firm. He's never acted like this before.
I get another text from him. We need to talk.
I told him several times that I don't want to talk to him. We have nothing to say to each other. I feel almost lucky now that Violet told me about them. Not because of him cheating on me with her, but because I didn’t get married to the guy. You think you know someone, but now I see the real him.
He's been showing me and my parents a false image. I now got a peek at the real guy, and it's not attractive. I'm in the car with Blake, and my phone has gone off several times. I take it out one more time to turn the damn thing off.
Blake holds out his hand. "Can I look at the messages he's been sending?"
I reluctantly hand him the phone. He'll probably read these messages and wonder what I saw in Ted. I didn't love him. The guy was just always there, and my parents kept pushing us together. I don't think I could have gone through with the marriage even before my sister and I had our little talk. I was being safe. I almost hate myself for the last year of going with the flow.
"I don't know how to put this, but I think the guy is nuts," Blake offers after reading the texts.
I couldn't agree with him more.
"He isn't the same person,” I say. “My breaking up with him has caused him to unravel. He's always been so calm and cool. At least that's the image he's always portrayed."
He hands me my phone back. I double check to make sure it’s turned off.
The car pulls up to the apartment, and he helps me out and into the building.
"I'll talk to the security and doorman tomorrow, so you have access to my place. We have a lot of security, so you'll be safe."
I don't think Ted will hurt me. But after all his texts and phone messages, he doesn't seem to be acting very rational.
On the elevator, I hardly notice Blake until he reaches out and draws me closer to him. I realize then that I need to stop thinking about Ted, at least for the night. I rest my head against his strong shoulder and start letting him relax me. I've never felt this way about another person. This is what I was always missing with my ex, this feeling of contentment when I’m near him.
There are other powerful feelings between us, too. Like how hard he is getting against my stomach. I had planned on not having sex with him, but being back in his arms is giving me second thoughts about my rash decision. Once he kisses me, my body takes over, and it's craving his touch again. I don't remember how I end up on his bed again. I don't know if he carried me or if I walked. I just know that my lips never left his.
His hands slowly undress me. I lie back and enjoy his touch on my skin. He drags the straps of my dress down my arms. I don't have a bra on underneath, so I'm completely exposed.
"I forgot how beautiful you are," he says before taking one of my nipples into his mouth. My body tingles. I never realized how sensitive my breasts were until Blake started touching them. I think it would be possible for me to climax just from him worshiping my breasts. He is talented. I don't want to think how he became so good at it. I arch my back, forcing my one breast further into his mouth.
"Ohh, that feels so good," I cry out with satisfaction.
I moan with disappointment when he leans away from me. He pulls my dress down until it slips completely off. I'm now lying in front of him in nothing but a black thong. I'm soaking wet at my core.
The last time we had sex, it was so good. I wonder if it was a fluke or if that's just the way it is between us. I look at his face. He's staring at me. His eyes are dark.
"Are you going to get undressed?"
He gives me a cocky grin that only makes me hotter for him, then gets off the bed and slowly undresses in front of me. Watching him take his clothes off is really hot. His eyes never break contact with mine.
Once naked, he crawls back onto the bed and kneels between my legs. I spread them wide to accommodate him. He reaches out and hooks my underwear with his fingers, slowly pulling them down my legs. He takes his time, bending one leg, then the other, until my underwear is off.
His hands wander down from my bent knees, along the inside of my thighs, to my wet center. Little shivers of desire race through my body. His fingers slide along my wet pussy, causing me to bring my hips up, hoping to relieve the ache that is building. He seems to understand exactly what to do to make me come, because seconds later, I cry out. "Yes, Blake!"
My saying his name seems to make him work me over even harder. I don't know what's better, him using his fingers or his mouth on me, or both at the same time. Ecstasy rips through my body and doesn't stop. I don't know how long he works his magic on me; it could be ten minutes or an hour. I lose my sense of time. All I feel is him all around me.
I'm floating back down to earth when he lifts my legs over his shoulders. I'm completely open to him. I have only a second before his gigantic cock is sliding inside of me. I will never tire of this. He stretches my walls and hits all my nerves. My body craves him. It feels so good when he's fully inside of me.
