Shattered and Shaken (9 page)

Chapter Eight

BLAKE AND I’VE BEEN snuggling on his couch, talking and enjoying one another's company. Earlier, he brought out a tray of cubed cheese, grapes, and a bottle of red wine. Currently, I'm on my third glass, and I'm feeling all fuzzy and warm inside. I take another sip of the crispy, silky deliciousness, and it slides down my throat easily; it tastes of strawberry, raspberries, and maybe a hint of spice. “Mmm, I didn't ask, what is this?” I hold the burgundy liquid up in front of my face, eyeing it curiously.

He takes the wine glass from my hand. “That, my love, is the most expensive wine I've ever purchased. Well, not me, my father gifted it to me after graduation,” he replies, taking a sip of the taste-bud-erupting silkiness. I crawl out from under his arm and place myself on top of him, my front on top of his.

“Didn't answer my question, Dr. Andrews. I asked you what it is, not how much it's worth,” I say, pushing my breasts into his chest, bringing my lips close to his ear, and lowering my voice into a seductive whisper.

His body shivers. “Sorry to disappoint, baby. It's a 1999
Domaine De La Romanee Conti La Tache. Delicious, isn't it?” He sets the glass to the table and brings his hands to rest on my hips, pulling my sex into his hardness.

My vision begins to blur, my body heats, and I try to focus on not ripping every piece of clothing he's wearing off him. My brain melts at his touch, becoming a jumbled mess. I blurt out the first sentence that forms. “Sounds expensive.” Duh, you fucking retard. It is expensive. Mr. Andrews buys nothing but the best.

“Oh, baby, it is, a little over two grand per bottle,” he says nonchalantly, shrugging as if it's chump change.

“Holy fuck! Two grand?” I almost spill the wine as my body jerks. “Why would you waste that expensive shit on me?” Okay, I like to believe that I deserve the better things in life, because let's be honest, these past few years of my life I've been delivered shit on a silver platter. However, I don't deserve two grand being filtered through my kidneys and excreted through my urethra. That wine is two thousand freaking dollars down the sewer.

He removes one of his hands from my waist and cups the side of my face. “Only the best for the woman that holds my heart in the palm of her hand. You deserve the finer things in life, Allie.” His thumb traces my cheekbone as he leans in, placing a kiss to the corner of my mouth. His words have my heart hammering against my chest wall as if it's trying to escape my body, and even though I can't breathe, I take my hands and capture his face between them. I pull him to me, crashing my mouth to his, kissing him hard and deep.

I kiss him, trying to let him know that I'll cherish his heart. I won't break it. I'll handle his heart with care, always.

As Blake and I tangle ourselves up in each other, I can’t help the thoughts that begin to raid my mind; I try to force them away, but they’re determined and refuse to budge. Blake's admitted I own his heart, but he doesn't own mine, not completely anyway. I've given him the pieces Wyatt left behind, but there's still a major portion of my heart missing. I love Blake, and I'll do everything in my power to give myself to him; I'll love him with each ounce of love my heart will produce. I only hope it's enough.

Goddamn it! I'm a broken mess.

Suddenly, I'm lifted from the couch. I wrap my legs around Blake's waist and tangle my fingers into the back of his hair. “I love you, Allie,” he pants between kisses.

Taking in a breath, I pull my lips away from him. “Oh God, Blake, I love you too,” I tell him, staring deep into his hazel eyes. My lips sting in protest at the separation of our mouths, but I have to look at him as I speak those three heartfelt words. I want him to know I mean it.

Walking up the stairs, he carries me effortlessly up to his bedroom. He carries me over to the bed but doesn't lay me down. His hands are on either side of my ass, and his thumbs trace the outside of my thighs. As I lean in to capture his mouth, he dodges me, placing his lips to the front lower-side of my neck. He runs his tongue along my collarbone several times before claiming my lips.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I attempt to pull him closer to me, but I'm pretty sure it's impossible to get any closer unless he's inside of me. I try anyhow. “Blake.” I wait for his answer.

“Yeah, babe.” Our lips remaining attached, our teeth graze slightly as we speak.

“Fuck me,” I plead.

A moan escapes him as he gently lays us onto his bed. “No,” he whispers.

What the fuck! I pull away from him. “What?” I ask, bemused.

He presses against me; reaching up, he swipes the hair away from my eyes. “Calm down, baby, I refuse to just fuck you.” I try to wiggle from underneath his weight, but he presses into me harder. “Fucking means nothing to me, Allie. I'm going to make love to you, baby, soft and slow in the beginning, hard and fast when you demand it. You're going to come so fucking hard, all you’ll ever think about is me and how fucking good we are together.”

Shit. I think I’ve just come at his words.

He lifts his weight off of me and pushes away from the bed. He walks across his massive room and plugs his iPod into the speakers. Dave Matthews Band fills the room. It's an old song, but a good one. He makes his way over to me while removing his shirt. My eyes catch the tribal tattoo that travels from the left side of his chest, over his shoulder and down his arm, stopping just above his elbow. His jeans hang off his hips, exposing that sexy V I love tracing my tongue with so much.

Oh boy! He's not going to have any issue crashing into me; I'm a slip-n-slide down south.

He brings his hands to his belt and removes it from his belt loops. Before he can unbutton his jeans, I hop off the bed and rush to him, removing his hands and replacing them with mine. I drop to my knees before him and unbutton his pants, dragging the zipper down slowly. I move my hands to his side pocket and tug the jeans down, along with his boxers, and his cock springs freely into my face. He doesn't bother stepping out from his clothing, he doesn't have time to; I've taken him deep into my mouth.

I use my hands to massage up and down his warm muscular thighs while I tackle his hard length with my mouth. My tongue strokes the vein under his cock as
my face bobs back and forth, sucking him tightly. His hands capture the back of my head and he fists my hair. “Damn, babe.” He pulls my head into him, thrusting deeper into my throat, making me moan in excitement.

I take one of my hands and grip him at his base just as I've done before. I pull back a little. “You like?" I ask around his thickness, already knowing his answer. He loves when my hand accompanies my tongue in stroking him.

“You fucking know it,” he pants.

I smile for a moment, enjoying the control I have over him. Then, I tighten my lips around him and pick up speed. I taste the saltiness from his silky head; I feel the throbbing from his vein, and with the hand that's resting on his thigh, I feel his muscles go taut. He grunts as my hand comes to a halt at his base, squeezing him tighter. I suck my way up to his tip and nibble.

“Fuck this,” he says, picking me up and tossing me to the bed. He reaches around to unzip my dress. Pulling it over my head, he tosses it to the floor. I lie before him in nothing but a red strapless bra and thong, but not for long. He reaches behind me and unsnaps my bra, one handed. Fuck, that's hot.

He pushes me back onto the bed and kisses his way from my neck, down to my navel. He slides his hands under the front of my thong, ripping them from my body, and I don't even care that he's just tattered the most expensive lingerie I own. He kisses up and down my labia. “Baby, I know I said I was going to make love to you, but fuck that, I'm going to love-fuck you.”

Positioning himself between my legs, he thrusts inside of me quickly, holding still as my sex adjusts around him. Oh.My.God. Its pleasure and pain all at the same time. Who knew pain could feel so fucking good? His thickness stretches me. It burns, but it's a beautiful burn.

He rocks against me slowly at first, but quickly increases speed. I give a push to his shoulders and I roll on top of him, his cock never leaving my sex. I place my hands on his
pecs and I ride him. The sensation that ripples through me is amazing. He rests one hand on my hip and places his other on my breast, gently squeezing it and teasing my nipple.

Every few moments, he gives my nipple a hard pinch; it sends a shock down to my sex and causes me to thrust him inside of me deeper. I bounce up and down, glide forward and backwards. I alternate moving my hips side-to-side, and twirling them around him, just how a stripper circles her pole. He brings his head up and captures my other nipple into his mouth, biting it and giving my ass a rough but tender squeeze.

“Agggg,” I scream; it's a mind-blowing scream. He feels incredible inside of me, so good it's crippling. He smacks my ass and bites my nipple hard. I bust and cum all around him. I fall on top of him; our sweaty bodies glide against one another.

“Bend over. I want you on your hands and knees,” he commands. I remove myself from him and get in the position he demands. He pulls me to the edge of the mattress and stands behind me. I'm on my hands and knees, with ass in the air. Blake bends down and runs his tongue up and down my sex, sucking my clit from behind. My legs go weak and my elbows buckle and I crash to the bed. He reaches around my waist and lifts me; he leans down with his chest lining my spine. “No worries, babe, I'll support your weight,” he whispers into my ear.

Good, I need someone to support me; my muscles are exhausted and weak. My brain can't communicate with my nerve endings; it's been overdosed by dopamine.

Blake lifts me by my waist. I try to assist him as best as I can by holding my weight on my hands. I pull my knees up towards my chest so that he may have full access to my sex. Slowly, he sinks himself into me. “Oh, God, yes.” My vaginal walls tighten around him as pleasure shoots through my body.

“Agh, you're fucking tight, so fuckin' wet,” he spanks me as he speaks. He slaps my ass then massages my ass cheek before smacking the alternate side.

“Oh! Oh yeah! Fuck me, baby.” I reach between my legs and take his boys between my hands, squeezing them softly. It's not until now that I realize the music's playing in the background. The only reason I notice is because Blake begins to thrust to the beat of “Sail” by
Awolnation.

He pounds me along to the rhythm. He speeds up and slows down, and he thrusts deep. He then rolls his hips. Holy fuck that feels good. I push myself back, meeting him thrust for thrust, taking him deeper within me. He releases his grip from my waist. I'm no longer exhausted; I'm energized.

He gives my ass one more slap before he reaches around and holds on to my bouncing breasts, rolling my nipples between his index finger and thumb. Sexy grunts escape him as he thrusts deeper, harder, and faster. “Roll over,” he demands, his voice strained as he pulls out of me.

I do as instructed. I roll over and lie on my back as he hovers over me. He takes my leg and places it over his shoulder. He glides his hand down the outside of my body, beginning at the ankle, and he doesn't stop until his hand cups my breast. “These are just…they're fucking perfect.” His mouth worshiping my nipple.

As Blake invades my sex again, I kegel him. With each thrust, I tighten around him. “Aw fuck me, what are you doing to me, baby?” He bends his head to my neck, licking and sucking it as if it has flavor.

“You like?” I ask; my voice is husky.

He lifts his head and meets my eyes. “Like? Baby, I fucking love it.”

I love that he loves it.

The music changes and Phillip Phillips’ “Volcano” plays. Blake's speed decreases. He thrusts into me hard, and then he pulls out slowly, almost exiting my sex. It feels so good it hurts. “Faster. Blake, faster,” I plead.

He stills. “Oh no, baby, this beat is slow. I'll pick up speed when the melody's right.” He points to the ceiling as if there are music notes floating around. I can't take it!
Ohmygod, of all things holy! He's deep inside of me, stilling as he twists his hips, teasing my G-spot.

I slap my palms to his back and scrape my nails up his spine. I may have even removed some of his flesh, but I don't give a damn; my vagina's going to burst into flames at any moment.
She
needs release - now! He pulls out slowly again, but this time, he exits completely. I immediately ache for him. Before I can speak, he slams into me, causing my head to bang against the headboard. “Yes!” I scream.

Blake picks me up and flips us over so that I straddle him. “You wanna come, babe?” He releases my hips and claps his hands behind his head. “Go ahead, Al; you're in control, baby.”

Damn right I am. I'm fixing to fulfill my promise and ride him hard. However, before I begin, I turn myself into the reverse cowgirl position, so that he has full access to spanking me; the sting his hand leaves behind will help me reach my climax. I don't take it easy on him; I bring it on full force. I move my hips back and forth, pouncing on him.

Reaching down, I massage his boys as my hips join the rhythm of the music that's filling the air. Suddenly, he stills, grabbing my hips and pushing his cock deeper into me. The muscles in his thighs go rigid; I feel him throbbing inside of me as he finds his release, filling me with his warmth. His pleasure results in my release, again. This time I go into a pleasurable seizure; my body shakes uncontrollably.