***
Or so I thought. Why didn’t Blake tell me about Pea? I sat at a McDonalds in wide open spaces. I didn’t wear my hoodie, and I didn’t try to look conspicuous. I didn’t care anymore. Either this was going to work or it wasn’t, but I was done running.
As soon as the sun was up and bright, I haled a cab to Central Park. I waited on the bench for four hours, contemplating everything I’d thought. Blake was right about one thing, I did need to rip his clothes off as soon as he was in the door. He created a monster, that’s for sure. I didn’t get there overnight, but pretty close. I know I was excited and disappointed when I got my period.
Blake stopped paying attention too. We both got side tracked by our new found infatuation with each other’s bodies. I should have kept meeting with Ryan, letting him think he upped Blake one while we uncovered what he was doing before it got to this point. We were too busy playing house to care about anything else.
Blake came home from work early. He took us out to eat and to the movies; even bowling, and he flew us to Tennessee to be with his mom over Christmas. I loved my first Christmas with Pea, and I loved Grace. Aside from the anxiety attack from flying, it was the best weekend ever. I was in love with my little family.
Ryan went down too easy. We both should have seen that as a warning light. I didn’t know him like Blake did, but he told me Ryan never stopped trying to take Janie from him. Not even after they were married. Blake told me all about it one night while we lay in bed with Pea and watched a movie. She was sleeping with a missing arm at the foot of the bed and we finished watching the animated movie. It was cute and I wanted to see the ending.
***
“Blake, stop. I want to see the ending.”
“No, I’m taking Pea to bed and then we’re getting naked.”
“Wait until this is over,” I said around him.
I kissed Pea’s head and told her I loved her when Blake scooped her up. Moving to her positon on the bed I lay on my stomach and finished watching the movie.
“Wasn’t that a cute movie,” I smiled, feeling all warm and fuzzy at the family film, “Why are you wet? Did you take a shower?”
“I missed you too,” Blake teased. “Can I have your attention now?” He asked, falling on top of me. I screamed, I thought he was going to squish me.
“Yes, you have my undivided attention. Anything you want.”
“Anything?”
“Hmmm, that last time I fell for that we did it out there,” I nodded around him to the balcony.
Blake laughed, curling his shaking shoulders. Gah! I loved him. “I won’t make you go out there, but it’s still silly.”
“Says the man who’s not afraid of heights. What would you like Mr. Coast?”
“How about a blow job?”
“Seriously?”
“If you think you’re ready.”
“Well, I mean, you do it to me all the time. It’s only fair, right?”
“Oh, yes. I totally agree with that statement,” Blake teased.
Oh boy…
“Okay. How do you want me to do it? Do you want me to get on the floor and you stand in front of me, or do you want to lay on your back?”
“Jesus, Makayla. I don’t know. I’ve never had to think about it before. Just do it,” he said, sliding his shorts over his hips. My eyes went to his soft penis and to his eyes.
I almost laughed, but held it in. I couldn’t help it. Blake was treating me like some delicate little doll and I was about to show him how much a couple porns, a half a dozen cherry popsicles, and a little gag reflex exercises could do. “Do I do it now or wait until it gets hard?”
“I’m going to kill you.”
“Oh, so you just want me to do it,” I stated, “Maybe I could start with massaging your balls in my hand, like this,” I offered, cupping his sack in my hand. I squeezed gently and watched his cock twitch to the right a little.
“Hmm, okay.”
“What if I just licked it a little like this, first?” I questioned, licking one slow stroke to the tip of his growing shaft.
“Yeah. That’s a good idea.”
“Maybe I could stroke it in my hand while it grows in my mouth.”
“Hmm. Perfect,” Blake agreed, bucking his almost fully erect cock toward my mouth. I squeezed with every stroke.
“I’m thinking maybe I should lick the pre-come from your slit, like this,” I moaned, tantalizing him with conviction through every preliminary instruction. That finished off the rigid rod, I was sure it couldn’t get any harder. I moved higher above Blake and continued my torturing charade.
“I guess I could let your head slide in, uh?”
“Yeah, yeah. You could do that.”
I licked my lips and took a deep breath. I didn’t feel like I thought I was going to when this came up. I thought I was going to be nervous and Blake was going to have to dictate the whole thing. I’m sure he thought that too, but I wanted to surprise him. I wanted him to know that I was open to anything that he was. I wanted him to know that I would do anything for him, that I would always go the extra mile for him. The fear of being grossed out was completely out of sight. There was nothing repulsive about it. It was the most erotic thing in the world. Especially when Blake took the reins. Holly mother of all pearls.
I had just mentioned the fact that I should probably introduce my tonsils and took him all the way to my throat when he hissed. Blake moaned a few times before he grabbed a fist full of my hair and turned to his side, turning me with him. His hand held my hair while his leg went over my head. He thrust gently while his hand pulled just as gentle on my hair.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” he rasped above me, moving his hips in and out of my mouth while I sucked and devoured the exoticness of what we were doing. It was so freaking hot. “Turn around and sit on my face,” he ordered after a few more moans mixed with his thrusting hips.
“Uh-huh,” I hummed, sliding his head to the back of my throat again. I was good at this and I wasn’t stopping to sit on his face. Oh my God. Thank God the emotions were too high to see the crimson in my cheeks.
Blake pulled all the way out, and then dove back in with that moan and hiss mixture, the most erotic sound I’d ever heard in my life. “I’m going to lay on my back, and you’re going to turn around and sit on my face, okay?” The tingling pain and pleasure from his fingers pressing around my sensitive nipple told me I wasn’t getting out of it.
Blake did exactly what he told me he was going to do and fell to his back. Of course I had to have his persuading hands before I took my position with my crotch right in his face. Oh Lord. I would surely die of humiliation. Or maybe not. The instant sweet sensations of Blake’s tongue helped my mouth resume its position over his shaft.
I don’t remember when my weight gave out and I lay on Blake’s naked body. All I remember is his hands spreading me as far as he could spread and his mouth. Oh his mouth. Wow. Blake devoured every centimeter of me; every last inch. I must have lost mobility when the most amazing orgasm in the world took over my body. Blake slowed the pace of his tongue with every dwindling wave.
I was barely off the first ride when somehow I was on my knees, and Blake was slamming into me from behind. Between the reach around, the reflection of our bodies in front of the glass city, and the noises we made together, it all came full force in a matter of a few minutes, like three total. Blake’s body had nowhere to go but down when mine collapsed first.
“I freaking love you,” Blake panted in my hair.
“I freaking love you too, but you’re squishing me,” I complained, freeing my arms. He lifted enough to let me spin. He looked down, I looked up and we both smiled. I knew exactly what was on his mind.
“Did you practice that? You were way too good at it. I was expecting to have to ask at least three more times.”
“I did practice. Why do you think Pea was complaining about all the red popsicles being gone? They numb your throat pretty good too. Guess what else I did?”
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“What?” He asked, kissing my lips. I parted my lips and kissed him back. The quick peck he meant to give me turned into a thirty second make out session. It made my clit jitter again.
“I watched porn on your desktop.”
“You did?”
“Yeah, and then I had to put my hand down there.”
“You did?” Blake asked with a very serious expression.
“I did. You weren’t home and I knew this was going to be coming up.”
“You watched porn for me?”
“Yes.”
“Did you like it?”
I shrugged and smiled, “Well, I had to take care of stuff down there so I’m going to say yes.”
“Say it.”
“Say what?”
“Tell me what you did. Tell me you rubbed your pussy.”
“No. I can’t say that.”
“Yes you can. Say it. I’ll fuck you again.”
“Blake.”
“Say it,” he demanded again, only this time his fingers were between my legs, but not close enough. I was already wet down there from him coming inside of me, but I was sure I just had just become wetter. It didn’t do me a bit of good to tell him not to go inside of me. The only time he pulled out was if he was on top, and even then I think it was for pleasure. He liked coating my stomach and chest with his come. Of course I didn’t mind, I found it quite pleasurable myself. Blake’s fingers left tingling everywhere his fingers touched; my groin, the small patch of hair, and my lips, “Tell me to touch your pussy.”
“I can’t,” I whimpered, moving my hips.
Blake spread my legs and teased, moving my lips out while he licked his, “Do you want me to touch your pussy?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me.”
“Touch it, Blake,” I whimpered, thrusting my hips to his tantalizing fingers, “Touch my pussy,” I moaned. And that’s when my back arched. Blake fingered me like never before. I was almost going to be embarrassed again when he came to his knees. Blake was taking this job serious. One hand lay flat on my stomach just above my pelvic bone, and the other stayed inside me. Blake’s hand thrashed like crazy in and out of me, mostly in. I don’t know how guys learn to do stuff, but Blake knew things. Like this. The hand that pressed just above my pelvis also pinched my nub. This one was different. This one was coming from a different place.
My body trembled while my entire pelvic region exploded in three sporadic bouts. Now I was embarrassed. Holy shit what was that? A flood of some unfamiliar entity crossed through my body and I came. Wow. Did I ever come. Again, I didn’t feel how I thought I was going to feel. I was sure I would be the immature eighteen year old that squealed and hid her face, but I wasn’t.
“Ice cream or drugs?” I offered with a smile.
Thirty
I startled when a bird passed right in front of me. I think it thought I was a statue as still as I was sitting. Standing I made my way to a small walking bridge. Blake said that Ryan always wanted what he had, but he didn’t fight all that hard for me. Not like Blake said he did for Janie. I think that took a lot out of Blake. He was there with her from day one, until the end. He was at some stupid ribbon cutting for another hotel that Zazen didn’t need. And…
Ryan was with Janie. Of all people, why did it have to be Ryan? I understood how Blake felt about not being there.
“Are you trying to get caught?” I heard from behind me.
“Sarah! Where’s Pea? Is she okay?”
“Of course she’s okay. Aliza was having a ball with her. They were painting the concrete statue in the back yard. Barry is going to be livid when he sees it.”
“Maybe not. What if I told you—,”
“Why is Farrah Brighton calling me?” Sarah asked with a frown bigger than mine.
“Let me get it,” I said taking her phone. Why would she be calling Sarah?
“Hello.”
“Hi, can I speak with Sarah Holden please.”
“She’s a little tied up. This is Makayla Carlie. What do you want?”
“Oh God. You tied her up? That woman wouldn’t hurt a fly.”
“She’s fine. Why are you calling her?”
“I am trying to make it right. I want to tell her about London. Ryan will be on the news as soon as it goes live. Ten minutes top. The newspaper has the story and Blake should be released by the end of the day. There’s no way he can pin any of this on anyone but himself. It’s over and I am sorry. I’m sorry that I got tangled up in all of this, and I am sorry that I used Janie’s baby for blood money. I truly am sorry for my part in any of this.”
“You’ll sign off all rights to Pea? You’ll never come near her again?”
“No. I promise.”
“I’ll deliver the news to Sarah. Farrah?”
“Yeah?”
“One more thing. There was never any video. I forgot to hit the record button. Have a nice life.”
“What was that?” Sarah asked.
“I have to go. I’m going to get Blake?” I exclaimed.
“What? How?”
“Watch the news in about ten minutes. I’ll call you to get Pea later,” I said, hopping backwards while I called out to her, “Tell her I love her to the moon and back. Tell her, her mommy does too.”
“What?”
“Blake will explain it to all of us later. I’ll see you in a little while.” I spun and ran full force. Just like the day it all started. I ran with everything in me, but this time I saw a victory in sight. I saw Pea and nobody was ever going to take her from me again.
The reporters swarmed the courthouse. Farrah wasn’t lying. Everything she said was happening. From what I was hearing, Ryan Ford, Quinton Ford, and some guy named Mathew Ford were all being charged. Who the hell was Mathew? I got lost in the crowd listening to the reports of the three men being arraigned at the very moment they were awaiting the release of the wrongfully accused, Blake Coast.
I stayed at arm’s length while Blake’s attorney addressed the crowd. He expounded the gratitude Blake felt and explained his eagerness to get back to his family. As soon as the questions were opened to the tycoons, Blake’s eyes met mine. Leaning against a yellow pole, I crossed my legs and he made his way to me through the crowd and the firing questions.
“What are you doing here?”
I shrugged my shoulders and smiled, “I thought maybe you’d like to sneak off to Vegas and get married or something.”
Blake smiled, “Are you behind this? Did you do this?”
“That depends on if you’re going to accept my proposal or not.”
“You want me to marry you? Why would you ever want to be married to me?” Blake asked, moving closer. I swear neither of us saw the crowd of people, heard the screaming questions, or cared who was watching. We were the only two people in New York City.
“For your little girl,” I replied, wrapping my arms around his neck. His hands went to my ribs and his smile fell on my lips.
“Where is she?”
“Sarah has her. Can we get out of here? I really want to go get her.”
Blake looked up in search of a car. I turned to see where the smile was aimed and his lawyer offered his car with an open hand.
“Oh my God. That’s a Porsche 911.”
“If you say you like this car because of Ryan’s I’m leaving you here.”
“I don’t. My mom sort of borrowed one of these right after I got my license.”
“You can drive a stick?”
“Sort of. I only did it that one time.”
“That’s more times than me, by all means. Let’s go get Pea.”
“Wwaait. You can’t drive a stick?” The poor attorney whined.
“Don’t worry. I’ve got this,” I assured him with pat on his chest and smile to his bewildered face. I slid to the two-toned leather seats and leaned over the center. Flashes of lights and yelling questions surrounded the car, but the only thing I could see was Blake. After a brief encounter with our li
ps, I engaged the clutch. We jerked a few times before I figured out that we were in third. Once I got the too close gears in first, I took off like a champ, sort of.
“Call Sarah and tell her to meet us at their Staten Island house and to bring Barry.”
“Why?”
“Just do it. You have no idea how happy I am to see you. Like I’m really happy.”
Blake smiled and dialed the number. He would have jumped out of the car for me if I told him to, he loved me. We talked the entire forty minute drive. Well, I talked. He mostly listened.
“You stayed in the woods for three days? You could have been killed.”
“I might have been had I not figured out who Quinn was, oh and Pea, she remembered all the important things we needed to survive. I brought the clean socks.”
“He’s done time before. That was probably very dangerous of you.”
“Well, somebody had to get your ass out of jail. It was either sink or swim. We’re very good swimmers. We make a good team, but that’s not all. You’re not off the hook yet.”
“What do you mean? And did I tell you how happy I am to see you? I missed you.”
My thumb moved to the back of his hand and I swayed it back and forth, “You’ll see. And I missed you too. A lot.”
Crossing the Verrazano, I thought about the bridge as crossing over. There was nothing left. We were going home, wherever that might be. It didn’t even matter. I knew with everything in me this was the beginning of something none of us could fathom.
Blake held his hand over mine on the eight ball gear shift, and directed me on the right course. I drove fast and our emotions rode high while that course took us to new places, new adventures, and new love.
“I bet you a hundred bucks my Janie is holding your mother’s hand right now,” Blake suggested.
“Nah, they’re high-fiving and doing backflips,” I countered. From what I’d learned about Janie, and knowing my mother, there was a party going on.