Violet Aches for Blake (Encounter Bay) Page 15

  On second thoughts, maybe he should…

  Carefully as he could manage, Blake fumbled with the infuriatingly tiny buttons.

  How in the hell was he supposed to get this thing off without ruining it?

  Why in the hell were the buttons so goddamned delicate and dainty? Blake let out a huff and tried again. If he didn’t get this top off soon, he was going to explode. After a couple more minutes of fumbling, he finally got a couple of buttons open. He let out a moan as he finally got to put his hands on the soft silky flesh underneath her shirt.

  Shit.

  This was about to be over way too fast!!

  This was 13 years in the making.

  This was everything he wanted.

  Blake stilled his trembling hands and ran them over Violet's smooth torso and lacy bra. He had been waiting over 13 years for this moment and he wanted to remember it forever. Violet’s skin broke out in goosebumps as his hands slid over her perfect tits. Not too big, not too small, and definitely not fake.

  The kind of tits you never get tired of!

  Violet started squirming beneath him, trying to grab at the crotch of his jeans.

  All his thoughts stopped right at the moment Violet managed to snag the waistband of his jeans and fumbled the button undone.

  This was going to be over before it began if he didn’t hurry.

  From the spark in her eyes to the pale pink flush of her cheeks and the heaving of her chest, he could tell she was as turned on as he was.

  Holy shit, it was hot!

  Blake had to hurry this along, or else the moment she made it through his jeans, which she seemed to be having great difficulty with, and got a hand on him, he would most likely blow his wad.

  An expert on removing women’s clothes, Blake had Violet’s shirt, bra, boots, and jeans off her in seconds.

  “Violence, you’re so damned hot,” Blake rasped as he stared at her laid out on the long grass before him. When she realized that she was, for the most part, naked and laying in his parent’s east field, she moved to cover herself.

  “Don’t even think about covering yourself up,” Blake growled as he moved her hands off those spectacular tits and stared down at her. She was beautiful, perfect, and she was his.

  Blake looked down to find his jeans were still buttoned and Violet seemed to be having trouble with the waistband and fly of his jeans.

  It only made him want her more. She was so adorably klutzy.

  She was his!

  He put his hands on her pale skin and marveled at the contrast between their skin tones.

  She was so damned pale and her skin was flawless. Not one imperfection marred her and she looked just about perfect under the light of the tree. So perfect that he needed to be inside her right now. He leaned down and kissed her so passionately that he couldn’t remember the last time just kissing had gotten him so hot. She let out a soft moan that Blake felt deep in his balls.

  He didn’t have much time!

  Blake ran his hands down her body one more time as if to memorize her perfect curves and dips. Most women he had been with were on the skinny side and running his hands down their bodies was like stroking a bag of protruding bones. One girl had been so rail-thin that he could see every one of her ribs. Blake pushed all the other women out of his head, there was only one he wanted now and she was here, under him, moaning. Blake kissed her with an increasing fever. He had never been so into kissing before. His hands migrated south, finding the band of her panties. Blake took a deep breath. He really needed to calm it down, he had never felt this charged up before. All the years of his repressed feelings were coming to a head. His fucking dick head! He felt Violet tremble as he slid her panties down her creamy thighs. To be honest, he felt a little nervous.

  He knew he had game, girls told him how good he was at making them come, but for the first time in his life he wondered if they were all telling the truth.

  His fingers brushed over her waxed pussy and any thoughts his brain might have had were overtaken by his throbbing dick and the need to use it right now.

  Breaking away from her, he stood and ripped off his shoes, pants, and boxers in record time. He was about to sink to his knees when he remembered he needed a condom. After searching for his pants and fumbling around, he was ready for action.

  He just about buckled at the knees when her cheeks turned pink and she opened her legs in front of him. “Blake, I need you now,” she moaned, her eyes fluttering. She was looking at his dick and chewing on her bottom lip.

  Sliding his body over hers again, Blake looked at her face. Violet’s emerald eyes were luminescent against the twinkling fairy lights above them. It was so worth the 3 hours it took him to put them all in the tree this afternoon. The glow from them was perfect, he could see her whole body and he didn’t want to miss anything tonight.

  “Violence, open those beautiful eyes. I want you to watch me make you come,” he said in a husky voice between soft kisses.

  She opened her eyes and moaned and Blake couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to be inside her, and right now. Grabbing the base of his throbbing dick, Blake lined it up with her center. He could see her juices from here and it made his mouth water.

  The next time they were going to do this somewhere with maybe a bed, so he could take his time and explore... Inching slowly into her, Blake let out a groan.

  It was good, too good. It was everything, it felt like home.

  Blake went slower than he usually did because Violet was so tight and was staring intently at him.

  She looked wide-eyed, like she had never done this before.

  Blake stopped.

  She wasn’t a virgin, there was no way.

  Maybe she was just nervous? He should probably ask.

  “Hurry up,” Violet cried out with a strangled moan. Blake put the thought out of his mind, sensations were overriding his mind. A powerful tingle was moving from his cock up his spine like a warm wave through his body.

  Yeah, this was going to be the fastest bang in history!

  He was too turned on and he could barely move because the friction was too much. Thrusting in slowly, Blake watched Violet as her eyes fluttered open and then closed again, her cheeks flushed a darker pink now and her emerald eyes full of fire. Oh shit, he definitely wouldn’t last if he looked at her face. Blake started to move faster as she let out a strangled cry that turned into a long moan.

  A sexy moan.

  Oh yeah, this was the hottest thing he had ever seen.

  Fuck.

  He was gonna come.

  “Vi…” he managed to get out in a strangled grunt as he reached the point of no return.

  Shit.

  It was game over.

  Blake came louder than he could remember.

  Resting his forehead on Violet’s, he tried to still his beating heart.

  Well, that was short and intense and he so did not make her come.

  Chapter 23

  Violet

  Violet looked at Blake’s contorted face. Why in the hell were guys’ faces so contorted when they came? It honestly seemed like he didn’t enjoy it at all. He looked like he was about to burst an aneurysm and there was that huge throbbing vein in his neck.

  She had just seen Blake Wilson’s come-face!!

  Well technically she had seen it before… but this time was so much better!

  She watched on, unsure what to do as Blake pulled that huge dick out –which she couldn’t believe was just inside her – and stood up, turned his back to her, and started putting his clothes back on.

  That was one beautiful man ass!

  She lay there, too stunned to move, what in the hell was that? That was the quickest bang in history. It was incredibly intense and felt terrific, but it didn’t last long enough.

  Was Blake Wilson a premature ejaculator?

  Making a move to get up, Violet found her clothes, faced away from him, and quickly got dressed. She stopped and crouched down, she could have sworn she
heard a rustling in the bushes. Was someone out there watching? She might be better off turning around so that only her ass was on display. Violet rolled her eyes at herself. Jeez listen to yourself, it’s probably just Batty Betty out there with a telescopic lens taking pictures. The thought made her laugh.

  Blake looked over at her. “What’s so funny?” he asked as he hopped around on one leg trying to get his jeans on.

  “It’s nothing, I thought I heard someone moving around in the grass and I said to myself, it’s probably Betty taking pictures.” Violet laughed. The look on Blake’s face made her stop.

  “Was there someone there?” she asked. Growing concerned.

  “It’s just the wind.” Blake plastered a smile onto his face but Violet could tell it was forced. He looked in the direction Violet had pointed and she saw a worried look flash across his face. She dressed hurriedly.

  Cue awkwardness.

  When she was finally presentable, Violet looked over to see Blake dressed in his jeans and shoes. He was topless and leaning against the tree looking at his feet and rubbing the back of his neck with his tattooed arm.

  Violet wished she could whip out her phone and take a picture. He looked amazing, so sexy, so hot, and hers?

  Violet shook her head. She wasn’t going to get attached, it was just sex in the Wilson’s east field. “So…” she said in a trembling voice. Blake was awfully quiet and she didn’t know what she should do next. Should she leave? But he drove her here.

  Should she go back to his parents’ house and get his mom to drive her home?

  Should she offer to clean up the mess she created with the fire?

  He still hadn’t said a word.

  Maybe he wasn’t a talker after sex?

  Or maybe she was terrible at it.

  She was starting to get nervous.

  Shuffling her feet, she tried to think of something to say to him.

  “Violence, I’m sorry that was over so… fast. It’s been a while,” Blake said in a hushed tone.

  Shit, what could she say to that?

  This dating thing was going from bad to awkward at the speed of light!

  He looked up at her from his shoes with his blue eyes staring intently at her. “Vi, I’m sorry, the sex wasn’t that good. I was just so turned on. You’ll have to let me make it up to you, preferably somewhere with a bed.” He smiled at her and his dimple popped out.

  “You hungry, Violence? Since you burnt dinner to the ground, how about you let me treat you to some food,” he added hurriedly, shooting a glance at the still smoldering table.

  “That tablecloth was made out of lighter fluid!” Violet huffed as they turned and started walking towards the Wilson mansion. Blake pulled her close and tucked her under his arm and Violet felt giddy. “Vi, for the record, that was the hottest sex I think I’ve ever had,” he said, cupping her ass as they walked. They must have looked a sight. Violet looked and felt like she had been dragged through a bush backwards and Blake was missing his shirt.

  What were his parents going to think?!

  Arriving at the house, Blake ushered her up the back stairs. His parents could be heard laughing in the massive living room off the kitchen. Phew, she wouldn’t have to see them! She followed him to his old room, Blake touching her the whole way. “Go in and use my bathroom, I’ll find a top to wear,” he said as he opened the door to his bedroom, unchanged since he was a teenager. All the walls were covered in band posters and pictures of women in bikinis. Violet hurried across the expansive room that included a seating area, a huge desk, and an even bigger bed.

  Oh, her teenage fantasies of sleeping in his bed...

  She found the bathroom, turned on the light, and looked in the mirror.

  “Oh, shit,” she said to her reflection. There were grass, twigs, and leaves hanging in her hair, which was one big mess. Her top was on inside out, there was dirt stuck to her chest and the side of her face, and her makeup was smeared across her face

  “Okay, so outdoors sex is not that sexy,” she said to her reflection as she set about pulling debris from her hair, putting her clothes on the right way, and scrubbing off all Sophie’s hard work.

  Once she was done, she was makeup free and looking mostly like when she had started the evening, only now with a rosy glow to her cheeks.

  Walking out of his bathroom, Violet scanned the room for Blake. He was lying on his unmade bed, arms behind his head, looking at the ceiling.

  “Violet, what do you think would have happened if I hadn’t gone to New York to take that modeling job?” Violet stopped in her tracks. “I have no idea,” she replied, making her way over the clothes-lined floor to Blake on the bed.

  “I would’ve waited until you were 18 and then I would have taken you on a date,” Blake said, his eyes moving from the ceiling to her face.

  “Really?” Violet whispered.

  “Yeah, really.” Blake’s voice had a slight edge to it.

  Violet smiled as she sat on the bed, her heart couldn’t take this confession.

  He had liked her back?

  “Come lie down with me, I want to hold you for a while,” Blake murmured, running his arm down Violet’s back. Violet felt her heart skip a beat, bent over, and took off her boots. She didn’t need to be asked twice as she nervously laid down next to Blake, unsure what to do with her arms. Blake pulled her closer to him, so that she was lying half on him and half on the bed. She rested her head on his chest and she felt Blake’s arm snake around her body and rest on her lower back. He breathed out with a deep sigh that sent chills down Violet’s spine.

  “What have you got planned for this week?” Blake asked as his hand ran over her ass, sending a jolt of electricity through Violet which made her toes curl.

  Here she was! Snuggling with Blake Wilson! On his bed!

  Snuggling!

  The silence stretched on and Violet finally remembered that Blake had asked her a question.

  “Uh, just work. Oh! And Sophie’s bachelorette weekend in Las Vegas,” Violet replied. She had been looking forward to the bachelorette weekend, but now… she wanted to stay home and spend time with Blake.

  “Shit, that’s this weekend? I wanted to take you someplace special, where I can have you all to myself,” Blake said, cuddling Violet closer. She could hear the steady rhythm of his heart beating.

  Had she died and gone to heaven?

  Blake Wilson wanted to spend time with her? Like, a whole weekend worth.

  Imagine all the embarrassing shit you could do during a whole weekend!

  Maybe it wasn’t a good idea... but…

  Violet moved so she could see Blake’s handsome face. He had put on a t-shirt and a black hoodie and Violet looked at the man who had barely changed from the boy she had fallen in love with all those years ago. He still had those sparkling blue eyes and the cheeky smile. Violet swallowed the lump in her throat. He was way too good for her.

  She wasn’t cut out to be girlfriend material for a movie star. Maybe this was a Bad Idea?

  It's everything you’ve always wanted, you crazy person!

  “What’s wrong?” He asked, his smile faltering as if he could read Violet’s thoughts. “Nothing,” Violet stuttered out.

  He moved suddenly and she found herself on top of him with her thighs either side of his hips. She laughed as she sat on his waist and put her hands on his chest.

  “Violence, don’t doubt yourself. To me, you’re the most beautiful woman in the world,” Blake whispered. Violet stopped laughing and stayed still.

  Did he just say what she thought he just said?!!

  Blake’s face said it all and he was trying to gauge her reaction.

  “Blake, I…” she stuttered, unsure of what she was going to say.

  Her brain was having a party.

  He wanted her!

  Violet felt his big hands as he pushed her down until the two were chest to chest. He snaked an arm around her back and kissed her passionately and intensely, just as she had alw
ays imagined kissing Blake Wilson. She felt his hand move around from her ass and his hand disappear down the front of her jeans. She closed her eyes and let out a moan, this was all too much. She felt Blake break the intense kiss, then felt his teeth as they grazed along her ear, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. His fingers were now digging into her to find her clit.

  Holy shit!

  “I think it’s about time I redeemed myself in the sack,” Blake whispered into Violet's ear, and she couldn’t help but let out a ridiculous giggle.

  Blake growled and threw her onto her back, and she couldn’t help but laugh again. “You’re laughing at me, Violence, I think you’re going to live to regret that,” he growled in her ear as he crawled over her, his blue eyes bright and dancing with mirth. The sight took Violet’s breath away.

  The door suddenly burst opened and Blake moved quickly off Violet, who was stuck on her back still breathing heavily. Turning her head towards the door, she could see Mrs Wilson standing there with a smirk on her face.

  “MOM! Next time knock, like a normal person! Jeez!” Blake ran a hand through his hair as he glared at his mother.

  Mrs Wilson shifted the weight on her feet and crossed her arms over her chest. There was a wide grin on her face and she wasn’t the least bit sorry.

  “What happened to your fancy dinner? The caterers said you didn’t want it. I was just coming up here to see if you two were hungry.”

  Blake shuffled across the bed on his knees and grabbed a pillow to put over his lap, looking embarrassed. Mrs Wilson looked over at Violet and gave her a wink.

  “Are you hungry?” Blake asked, turning to look at her.

  “If you are, I could eat,” she replied.

  “I’ll whip you kids up some sandwiches and I have a cake that I just pulled out the oven,” Mrs Wilson said.

  “Fine, we’ll be down in twenty minutes,” Blake replied.

  After Mrs Wilson left and the door closed, Violet giggled.

  “I wouldn’t be laughing if I was you, I just might tie you up and torture you with my tongue. I’ve got 20 minutes.”