Making it Personal (17 page)

Blake freed his fingers and rolled on top of Will, undulating sensuously against him as they kissed, a collision of lips and tongues. Blake ached to be inside him. He leaned toward the coffee table and pulled open a drawer, scrabbling around inside until his fingers found their prize, a strip of condoms and a tube of lube. He knelt and tore off a foil square, holding it up for Will to see. “Ready for me?”

“Blake, have… have you ever barebacked?”

Will’s question stopped him dead. He gazed down at his lover. “Never.” But of course now the idea was in his mind. The thought of sliding bare into Will sent his pulse racing and his cock twitching. “Are you asking me to—”

“No,” Will hastened to add. “I just wondered if…” His words died away, but Blake’s heart gave a jolt as he saw the expression in Will’s eyes. Will wanted to, that much was plain.

Blake placed the packet on the rug beside him and pulled Will into an upright position to straddle him, his legs winding around Blake’s waist. Blake wrapped his arms around his lover, pulling him close. “How about we both get tested?” he said at last. “And then we’ll take it from there.” He kissed Will lingeringly on the mouth and pushed up with his hips, loving the feel of his cock rubbing over Will’s hole. Will clung on to his shoulders as they kissed, his moans increasing as Blake’s movement grew more heated.

“Inside me. Please.” Will leaned back, his weight on his arms as he watched Blake cover himself quickly with the latex, and then squeeze lube onto his rigid shaft. Will was shaking with need as Blake lifted him slightly to press the head of his cock againsts cimse his hole. Will lowered himself into position, letting out a low, heartfelt groan as Blake filled him completely. “Oh fuck, I can feel every inch of you.”

Blake clung to him, pushing up slowly with his hips. “Oh God, so deep inside you.” They began to move slowly together, quickly establishing a rhythm, Blake pushing up into Will with slow, deliberate thrusts, Will shuddering as Blake grazed his gland, his eyes fixed on Will. “You feel so good, baby.” Blake fought the urge to speed up his thrusts. He had a plan. “You need to tell me when you’re getting close. Because we’re going to make this last as long as we can, all right?”

Oh God. Will had always wanted to indulge in a little edge play.

He clutched at Blake’s back as he rode his cock, whimpering as the thick shaft slid up inside him. The way Blake watched him so intently was so sexy, his eyes fixed on Will as he slowly pushed up into him, his body rippling as he concentrated on making Will feel good.

“Oh my God, babe, that feels….” It felt too damn good. “Getting close.”

Blake stilled inside him, his hands stroking down his back as they kissed, Will coming back from the edge of the precipice where he’d been teetering only seconds earlier. “That’s it, baby, make it last.” Blake explored his mouth with a leisurely tongue, Will mewling as warm hands slid around to caress his chest, pulling gently at his nipples. Fuck, Blake was driving him out of his mind.
“Ready for more?”

Will was about to reply in the affirmative, when Blake grabbed hold of him and lowered him onto the rug on his back, Blake’s cock still deep inside him. Blake pushed Will’s thighs toward his chest and hooked his arms behind his knees to pin him to the floor. Leaning low over Will, Blake proceeded to push into him, each thrust slow and measured, and all the while his eyes never left Will. It was exquisite torture.

Blake’s face hovered barely an inch above Will’s, his breath warm against Will’s cheeks.

“Love being inside you.”
Will whimpered.

“Love pushing all the way into you, feeling your arse wrapped tight around my cock.” Will cried out as Blake gave a forceful thrust, his balls slapping against Will’s cheeks. “Love watching your face when I’m inside you, feeling your body tighten around my cock when you’re coming.” Will moaned as Blake began to rock into him more quickly. “Like now. Your face is so beautiful when you’re about to come.”

Will’s breathing grew more erratic as Blake powered into him. His body tingled. “Cl-close, Blake!” He reached down to tug at his cock, but Blake brushed it away as his thrusts slowed.

“That’s mine. You don’t touch.”

 

Will stifled a howl. Fuck, what Blake was doing to him…

Will lost all count of the number of times Blake brought him close to orgasm, so close that it felt as though one more thrust of Blake’s cock would send him tumbling over the cliff into ecstatic oblivion. And then he would ease off, leaving Will almost sobbing with both relief and frustration. Yet he knew—when he was finally allowed to come, it was going to be like nothing he’d ever experienced.

Blake pulled out virtually all the way, until only the head of his cock remained inside him. He speared Will with such an intense gaze that it left him reeling. In that one moment Will could almost believe Blake could see every thought in his head. Blake grabbed Will’s hands and pinned them above his head by the wrists. He hovered above him, his lips tantalizingly near.

“Ready to come?Reae gra” Those blue eyes saw him, saw the need in him.

“Yes,” Will whispered, “God, yes. Now, please, babe.” He was shaking, his whole body balanced on a knife edge of desire.

Blake smiled. “I love you.” His mouth took Will’s as he thrust powerfully into him, hips snapping forward as he slammed into him repeatedly. Will cried out into his mouth as white light exploded behind his eyes, his cock jetting come onto their bodies as Blake froze, arching his back to howl in ecstasy. Will felt the pulse of Blake’s cock deep inside him, felt Blake tremble with the force of his climax, and he just….let….go.
Oh God, it was like… Will felt as if he were floating, as wave upon wave of intense pleasure surged through his body, the euphoria like nothing he’d ever experienced. He was aware of Blake’s body covering his, Blake’s lips on his mouth, his neck, his chest. And still those hands held him firmly, anchoring him to the floor as his orgasm flowed through him, leaving him trembling in its wake. Blake murmured into his ear, soothing sounds that warmed him, reassured him of his lover’s presence, Blake’s cock still inside him.

Will lay shaking as aftershocks jolted through him, dissipating gradually until his pulse returned to normal, his breathing less erratic. Blake released Will’s wrists and rubbed each one tenderly, before easing himself out of Will, holding the condom in place. For one fleeting moment Will imagined feeling the slow trickle of Blake’s come as it leaked out of him after making love. One day.

“Oh my God, Will, that was…” Blake regarded him with a look filled with wonder.
Will reached up and cupped his cheek. “Perfect. That was perfect.” He pulled Blake down into a tender kiss. He could feel Blake’s heart beating in time with his as Blake rolled him onto his side and wrapped his arms around him, holding him close, his leg hooking over Will’s hip to draw him even closer. They lay on the rug, warmed by the fire as they held each other, the only sounds their even breathing as they kissed and caressed one another, the outside world lost to them for the night.

Blake had always dreaded Christmas. It had been an awkward time growing up, just him and Justin, and in some ways Blake felt as though he had been robbed of the childhood magic of Christmas, something which he could never get back.

Will changed all that in one day.

From waking him up with fresh coffee and croissants, to putting on Christmas carols which filtered quietly through the apartment, to preparing their lunch together… Will had given them both a day filled with magical memories—not to mention some very sensual, intimate ones. Blake was continually amazed by how attuned Will was to him, both in bed and out of it. They could have been made for each other. And didn’t
that
thought send heat radiating through him. Blake felt so light, he could have floated.

The day was almost derailed by a phone call. Dinner was over and Blake lay stretched out on the sofa with Will lying in his arms. It was fast becoming his favorite position. The warbling of his phone was an unwelcome intrusion into the peace of the day. Will reached for the phone and passed it to him with a frown. Yeah, he knew how Will felt. Blake’s heart sank when he saw Melissa’s name on the screen. He knew he’d have to talk to her sooner or later— right now later sounded much better.

“Melissa, what can I do for you?” There was no way he was about to indulge in pleasantries with the bitch. He saw Will’s eyes widen as he sat up. Blake pulled himself upright.

Her nasal voice was loud in his ear. “Well, and a Merry Christmas to you, too!”

He sighed heavily. “Merry Christmas.” He’d gone over in his head a thousand times what he intended to say to her, but hearing her voice brought back all the pain she’d caused them. “I expected to see you at the office yesterday.” Not that he wasn’t relieved when she hadn’t shown up. It made what he was about to do a lot easier.

“Yeah, well, Daddy took me out for lunch.” There was suddenly a hard edge to her voice. “So, have you considered my proposal?”

Blake guffawed. “Proposal? That makes it sound like I have a choice.”

 

She huffed. “Don’t get difficult about this. Because I can make life really uncomfortable for you if you do.”
Not any more,
Blake thought. Okay, now for his plan…

“There’s going to be a New Year’s Eve party at the office next week. You’re invited. I’m going to be making an announcement at that time and I really need you to be there.” He winked at Will, who stared back at him, a crease between his eyes. Blake blew him a kiss and smiled reassuringly. “Can you make it?”

The note of glee in her voice was all too evident. “Of course! I might have to go shopping for a new outfit just for the occasion.”

Blake fought hard to control his laughter. “That sounds like a good idea. You’ll want to look your best.” He gazed at the man next to him and all of a sudden he was in no mood to continue the conversation. “Sorry, Melissa, I have to do some online shopping. I’ll see you at the party. It’ll start at eight. Have a good Christmas.” Before she could say another word, he ended the call.

Will took the phone away from him and then regarded him closely. “Care to share any of this with me?”

Blake shook his head. “No. It’s going to be a surprise for everyone.” His expression softened. “I can promise you one thing, though. You’ll like it.” He winked. “But I guarantee Melissa won’t.” He leaned forward and kissed Will softly on the lips. “Now, what say we go back to what we were doing before we were so rudely interrupted?”

Will’s face creased into a beautiful smile. Blake liked that answer.

 

Chapter Fourteen

“Mr. Parkinson, could I have a word with you and Mr. Davis, please—in private?” Karen spoke in a low voice.

Will stiffened. Karen hadn’t said a word to him during the last three days. She’d returned to work on the Tuesday morning, her face looking less bruised, but she had studiously avoided him. He knew Blake had requested an interview with her, but that she’d been less than forthcoming. They were still both clueless as to why she’d accused him. But it saddened him that he’d gone from being ‘Will’ to ‘Mr. Parkinson.’ He glanced around the conference room. The preparations were all but complete. Lizzie, Rick and Beth had decked out the room in balloons, and the food Blake had ordered now weighed down the table. Peter had rigged up a sound system and was busily putting together the music for the party. It was to be a real family affair. Blake had instructed the team to invite their partners and families. He’d even invited Dave. Justin was due to arrive shortly.

Karen was regarding him anxiously, twisting her watch around her wrist. Will glanced at the clock. There was plenty of time before the party was due to start. “Come on, let’s step into Blake’s office.” Karen let out a huge breath and gave him a grateful smile. Will led her to Blake’s office. The door was yoem doing bajar. Blake was going through a set of folders on his desk, tidying things up. He looked up in surprise to see Karen with Will. “Is there something wrong?”

Before Will could say a word, Karen launched into a speech that she’d clearly been preparing. Will struggled to keep up with her, she spoke so fast. “I had to speak to you both, to apologize for what I did last week. After I spoke with the police, they decided not to press charges, but only because I told them what was really going on. You see, I—”

“Karen, slow down.” Blake gestured toward the sofa. “Sit down for a minute, please.”

Karen took a breath and then walked to the sofa. She eyed them both warily. Blake sat at the other end of the sofa. Will stood leaning back against Blake’s desk, watching her as she fingered her necklace. Will noted for the first time that her style of dress had changed. Gone were the tight blouse and skirt. Karen wore a dark pair of pants and a modest yet elegant blouse.

“Okay, now let’s start again.” Will loved Blake’s calm manner. “Who did this to you?”

Karen stared first at Blake, then at Will, her cheeks gradually becoming more flushed. “My boyfriend, Tom.” The words were delivered in a hushed tone. Will stared incredulously. “Then why on earth would you tell the police that it was me?” He was dismayed to notice fat tears welling in her eyes, spilling out over her cheeks.

“Because he made me say it!” Karen wailed. Will and Blake regarded each other, frowning. “It’s all my fault.”

Blake got up from the sofa and entered his bathroom, returning with a wad of toilet tissue which he handed to Karen. She blew her nose loudly. He retook his seat, looking distinctly unhappy. “Karen, you can’t blame yourself. He did this to you.”

“Yes, but it was because of something I did.” She hiccupped. “He came to pick me up one evening after work, and saw me leaving the building with Will. He…he saw me touching Will’s arm, and…”

Will recalled the event instantly. Karen had been her usual flirtatious self. “But that was weeks ago.” She nodded miserably. Something occurred to him. “Karen, has he ever hit you before?”
She stiffened. For a moment there was silence, and then finally she whispered, “Yes.”

Blake groaned. “Then for God’s sake, why did you stay with him? Why not leave?”

Karen stifled a sob. “He kept telling me that I was useless as a girlfriend, that no one would ever love me. And then he’d tell me how lucky I was that
he
stayed with me. I heard it so many times this last year, it got so that I believed it.”