A Life Like This (Life #1) (3 page)

I lick my lips then drag my bottom lip between my teeth. It’s then I hear a pure carnal groan come out of his mouth. Before I have time to react, his mouth is on me. It possesses mine, so fierce and commanding, but never hurting me. I instantly let down my guard and give him back everything he is giving me. I open my mouth to allow his tongue access and he takes advantage.

His tongue expertly caresses my tongue, causing me to moan at the sensation. The growl is back as he grabs my ass and lifts me up against the bookshelf. I wrap my legs around his waist and feel his hard cock against me. I finally fulfill my morning fantasy of running my hands through his hair. He groans and I know he likes it, so I continue to tug at his hair while we kiss. I don’t want this to stop. I want to go all the way, here and now. Before I talk sense into myself, I start to unbutton his shirt. He breaks the kiss for all of two seconds to rip it off his body, buttons scattering all over the hardwood floor, and he tosses it on the leather couch in the middle of the office.

He continues to kiss me as he carries me to the couch. I run my hands all over his body. My God, it’s just so hard. I feel the outline of his six-pack and, yes, that sexy V.  He sits down with me straddling his waist. He only breaks the kiss to undo my dress, and I let him. I keep my eyes on his and note they don’t leave mine until he gets me out of my dress and tosses it next to his shirt. Since I seldom wear a bra with a dress, I’m left in only the tiniest lace thong and my Louboutin heels. Breaking eye contact, his eyes roam my body, and I feel his cock getting harder beneath me. He runs his hands over my sides and down my thighs.

“Perfect, so fucking perfect, Angelica, better than my fantasy of you.”

His tone, along with the knowledge he has fantasized about me, sends a shiver down my spine. Gently laying me on the couch, he hovers above me. His pupils are huge as he stares at me. Softly, he kisses me again before breaking away and moving to my neck. A moan escapes my lips as he travels down to my breasts. Grabbing them with his hands, he draws them into his mouth. I arch my back and feel the humming between my legs. He gives both breasts equal attention before trailing kisses down my stomach. A thrill runs through me because I know where he’s going, and he doesn’t disappoint. He grasps my miniscule underwear and yanks them to one side. I gasp at the rawness of his action. He looks at me and smiles in response before spreading me open.

“Such a beautiful pussy, Angelica. I can’t wait to taste you.” He sounds breathless. I can’t figure out a response; I just stare. He slowly lowers his head, never breaking eye contact with me. “Watch me as I taste you, Angelica. Watch me lick this sweet pussy.”

I whine in response as he touches his tongue to my clit and begins his slow assault. Unable to hold his stare any longer, I throw my head back and scream loudly. My noises fuel his fire and he licks faster. I feel my release coming; it’s building so fast.

“Blake, I’m going to come. Don’t stop!” I don’t even recognize my own voice.

“Never,” he growls fiercely before returning to his task. Two more licks and I scream in pleasure.  I come all over his waiting tongue, and he laps it all up as if it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. It’s such an intimate experience to have with a stranger. In the end, that is still what we are, strangers. Yet for some reason, I feel no shame or embarrassment, just pure pleasure.

“So sweet, Angelica. I knew it would be.” He trails kisses up my stomach and back to my lips. His lips are covered in my arousal and it turns me on. I lick his lips. Hurriedly, he stands and unbuttons his pants. Before they drop, he slides a condom out of his pocket. As I admire his muscular thighs, I wonder if there is any part of him that isn’t sexy. He lets his boxer briefs fall, and I can’t prevent a gasp. With a lopsided grin, he opens the condom wrapper and places it over his massive dick. His body covers mine and he positions the head between my pussy lips. Leaning down, he plants the sweetest kiss on my lips before pulling back.

“Are you ready for this, Angelica? Are you ready for me to please you with my cock?” I lift up my hips in response. With a strangled groan, he slams into me. I sigh loudly in ecstasy as he fills me completely. He stills, letting my body adjust to his rather large size. Panting above me, he asks, “Did I hurt you? God, tell me I didn’t hurt you. I just couldn’t wait any longer to be in you.”

“No. God, no it feels so good. Please, fuck me.” That’s all it takes for him to begin his assault on my pussy. His movements are so fast. The sound of our joined bodies only builds me up further. My moans are louder as I feel my body about to give way. Right before my release, he swiftly pulls out of me. I groan in anger, but before I can find my voice, I feel his tongue on my clit and I explode. Seeing stars, I grab his hair and ride his face with all the force my body has. I scream as he licks my juices away. He hurriedly climbs my body and slams into me again. Surprisingly, I feel the buildup coming back. How is this possible? I don’t think I’ve ever come this much during sex in my life. He is going to be the death of me. A very nice death, if I’m honest.

“Give it to me, Angelica. I feel you holding back. Let me have all your pleasure.” He’s speaking through gritted teeth. I stop trying to block this last release and I let it come. The way he keeps chanting my name, the way he’s moaning and kissing my neck, it’s my undoing. “NOW!” he yells, and I come. I come harder than I ever have before. His orgasm hits him at the same time. His thrusts never slowing, he’s coaxing me down from my high. I’m limbless. I think I’m literally floating. Swiftly, he pulls out, and strangely, it feels odd without him inside of me. Good God, that is not a good sign.

I sit up and watch him leisurely make his way to the bathroom at the corner of the office. Damn, what an ass, and his back…the muscles are everywhere on this man. I snap myself out of my thoughts and look for my dress. Luckily, he tossed it nicely on the couch so it’s easy to find and wrinkle free. I slip it on. While straightening out the front, I feel him slide in behind me and zip up the back, placing a kiss my shoulder.

“Perfect,” he whispers as he walks around me to get dressed.

I stand there awkwardly, not knowing what to do, then eventually turn and make my way to the door. I think to myself,
He got what he wanted
. But who am I kidding? I got what I wanted. Now we can just pretend this never happened. Before I reach the door, he grabs my waist to stop me. I turn and stare right into his bare chest – his very muscular, bare chest.

“Pray tell, where do you think you’re going?” he asks me.

“Well, I figured you got what you wanted, so I was going back to Joey before he worries.”

“Excuse me? You haven’t the slightest clue what I want, and need I remind you, I’m pretty sure it was something you wanted as well,” he says cockily.

“What is it you want, Blake?” I ask, squaring my shoulders.

Taking my hand, he pulls me back to the couch.

“Angelica, you caught me off guard here tonight. I wasn’t expecting to see you at the club, nor was I expecting to have sex with you. That was merely a bonus,” he replies. I look into his eyes and I believe him. Maybe he didn’t just want me for sex. So then what did he want?

“So if you didn’t call me back here to fuck me, what did you want me in here for?” I inquire bluntly.

“You have quite the mouth on you. I wanted you to come to my brother’s office so we could properly make introductions to one another, although I feel that is now a moot point, wouldn’t you say?” he says with a grin.

“Ha, yes, I would say we know one another on an intimate level now,” I quip. “If that is all, then I really should be getting back.” I stand, but his words halt me.

“Will you allow me to take you out for dinner tomorrow night? I know we seem to be going about this backwards, but I would love it if you would let me treat you to dinner,” he implores as he stands as well.

“Blake, you know we have the company dinner tomorrow night. If memory serves me right, you scheduled it.” I received a confirmation email while Joey was getting ready earlier tonight.

“Fuck,” he says under his breath. “You’re right. I’m sorry, I forgot I booked that dinner, but now I don’t give a shit about it. I’ll cancel so we can go out alone.”

I cock an eyebrow and shake my head. “You will do nothing of the sort. My boss and colleagues are looking forward to that dinner and you will not ruin it for them.”

“Ruin it for them, what about you?”

“I’m not the one trying to corner someone into a date,” I state blatantly.

“Corner you, huh? Hmm, if this is me cornering you, I can’t say that I mind.” He runs his hands up my arms.

“Blake, please tell me what you want from me. We had great sex. We will be doing business together. Is there anything left?” I say tiredly. I know Joey is going to start tearing down walls if I’m not back soon.

“This isn’t the end of us,” he decrees as he points between us.

I turn to walk away. “Sweetie, there is no us,” I counter. Walking out of the office, I don’t turn to see his reaction.

As I make my way back, I see our booth has filled up with all of Joey’s friends. Joey is pacing and running his hand through his hair. Shit.

“Hey, JoJo, I’m fine. Don’t freak out. I’m sorry I took so long,” I assure him calmly.

He grabs me by the arms and looks into my eyes. He scans me up and down and shakes his head.

“This isn’t over. When we don’t have an audience, you’re going to tell me why the hell you just fucked a man you don’t even know. I thought we got over this shit, Ang!” he screams at me. Luckily, with the music being so loud, none of his friends hear us. I look away, willing myself not to cry. Joey knows me better than anyone and that knowledge isn’t all pretty. He knows the shit I don’t talk about, my deep issues. Before I let him ruin my whole night, I shake my head at him, and then proceed to our booth and say hello to all of his friends.

I greet Sammy, Joey’s good friend. I know he will cheer me up. “Hey Sammy!” I squeal loudly.

“Angie Bear, how is my favorite beauty?” He grabs me in a tight bear hug. All of Joey’s friends are equally fit and just as tall as him. I’m only 5’5”, so they all tower over me and can easily lift me up like a ragdoll.

“Wanna dance with me? I have some energy I need to burn off,” I ask as I grab his hand and drag him away from the booth.

“Like I’d ever say no to you, but it’s not like you give me a choice in the matter anyway.” He laughs as we make our way to the dance floor. We arrive as the song changes to Usher’s “Yeah.” This is my jam! It’s an old song, yes, but it has always been my favorite to dance to. As soon as it starts, we both yell excitedly and get into our rhythm. Turning my back to him, I grind my ass against him. I absolutely
love
dancing with gay guys. I never have a hard dick poking my back; it’s the best. We bump and grind through four more songs before we retreat to our booth for drinks.

When we arrive, Joey is still shooting daggers at me. I turn and try my hardest to ignore him. Grabbing the bottle of tequila that has made its way to our table in my absence, I start pouring shots. I know I shouldn’t because tequila and I are not friends, but Joey is being mean and my little romp with Blake has rattled me. I need an escape for the night. Sammy and I toss back four shots in a row before Joey takes the bottle from us. We giggle to one another as Sammy makes us vodka drinks instead.

Damn, I should have asked Blake why this vodka is here. My mind was elsewhere when we were together. I take my vodka cranberry with lots of lime from Sammy. He knows just how I like it. We drink and chat it up with the rest of the people at the table. By midnight, I’m starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. It’s a great feeling, but I know I’ll be paying for it tomorrow; well, today I guess. By now, I’ve made my way over to Joey’s lap. He can’t stay mad at me for too long. That’s the best part of our friendship. I’m swaying my hips to the music while perched on his lap. I can’t contain myself any longer.

“Someone dance with me now!” I holler at no one in particular.

“Let’s go, drunk ass. I’ll show you a thing or two,” Joey says arrogantly.

We fight the ever-growing crowd to the middle of the dance floor and go at it. Joey and I used to take hip-hop dance classes together after college, so we draw attention when we dance together. Whistles and catcalls only fuel my dancing fire and I start to get down with Joey. We laugh and dance through two songs before my feet just stop working in these damn heels. Joey laughs at me and takes my hand to lead me back to our table. When we are halfway to our booth, I stop abruptly. I feel
his
eyes on me. Has he been watching me all night?

I inform Joey I have to use the bathroom, and I turn around, not even knowing where the bathroom is. There he is, glaring at me. He looks positively pissed off. What the hell did I do? I start to walk toward him, but realize I can’t walk any more in these damn heels. I reach to take them off and see him rushing toward me.

“You will not walk barefoot on this nasty floor,” he admonishes in a clipped tone.

“Who are you to tell me what I will or will not do? I cannot walk another step in these damn things and I have to pee!” I counter in an equally clipped tone. Shaking his head, he slips an arm behind my knees and the other behind my back and carries me toward the back of the club.

“Oh, no you don’t. I’m not fucking you again. That was a one-time thing,” I object as I try to fight my way out of his hold.

“We’ll see about that, although I’m not trying to fuck you, Angelica, as you so blatantly put it. I’m taking you to the bathroom in the office. It’s private and you won’t have to deal with the long line,” he explains as he nods in the direction of the bathroom.

He has a point. I can see the bathroom line from over his shoulder. I sigh and stop fighting him. I was getting nowhere anyhow, so I let him take me back to the office. Once inside, he gently sets me down on the couch and takes my heels off. Before I know what he is doing, he starts to rub my feet.

“Oh, God, that feels AMAZING,” I yell.

“Wow, I didn’t get that response when we were having sex. You wound me,” he says jokingly. I laugh at him. Blake is funny; I like that.

“I have to pee! Move.” I push him off and make my way to the only other door in the room. The bathroom is vast and oh, so nice. I quickly handle my business then make my way to wash my hands. I stare at myself in the mirror and am pleasantly surprised that my makeup is still intact and my hair is in its place. Go JoJo.

Walking out of the bathroom, I find Blake leaning against the couch staring at me. I stare back for a second, and realize he is wearing a different shirt. I smile, remembering the buttons flying off his last one.

“Thanks for taking me to a nice line-free bathroom, and thank you for the foot rub, but I need to get back.” I reach for my heels.

He reaches them before me. “Come on, I’ll give you a lift back,” he says as he swoops me up yet again.

“Seriously, you don’t have to do this; although, quite frankly, my feet are tired and you smell delicious, so I’m not going to fight it.” I laugh at my own bluntness. Fuck, I’m so drunk.

“I’m glad you think I smell good. I’ll carry you anywhere, Angelica. I love the feel of you in my arms,” he says.

“Whoa, cowboy, relax. That’s quite the romantic sentiment there. We only just met, easy with that,” I say as I rest my head against his very firm chest.

“Why do I have a feeling you are anti-commitment?” he asks.

“That’s because I am. I like a good fuck just as much as the next guy, but I don’t do commitment,” I say sadly. Hmm, why am I sad about that statement? I haven’t wanted to be in a relationship ever.

“That’s telling, Angelica. I’ll have to see what I can do to change that.” He kisses my forehead. I sigh, what a lovely thing to do. Is this what people in relationships do? Give each other forehead kisses? How sweet. Before I can think any more about it, I hear Joey and he is pissed.

“Why the fuck are you carrying her? Is she hurt?” Joey screams at Blake before grabbing me out of his arms. I don’t fight it. I easily slide into Joey’s embrace and bury my face in the nook of his neck, too tired and drunk to deal with these two men and their pissing contest.

“She is not hurt. I am carrying her because her feet hurt from her heels and I didn’t want her walking on the dirty floor,” he says to Joey as he hands him my heels.

“Well, thanks, but I’ve got her from here,” Joey states rather rudely. Turning away from Blake, he addresses our booth full of his friends. “I’m taking AP home. I’ll see you all later.” I hear everyone’s muttered goodbyes; then I feel lips on my cheek.

“Night, sweet girl. Let’s get pedis soon.” Sammy kisses me again before hugging Joey and sending us on our way. As Joey turns toward the door, I see Blake over Joey’s shoulder. He’s just staring at us and looks sad – almost. I don’t know what the emotion is, but I feel sad for him. I put my head back in Joey’s neck and close my eyes.