Twisted Rogue (The Twisted Love and Rogue Love Collection) (12 page)

Once we were back inside, Blake Harrison took my hand and led me up the stairs, and down a hallway that I hadn’t yet explored.

“Where are we going?” I asked, hurrying to keep up with his broad strides.

“I’m taking you to my room. It has been a struggle to keep my hands off you all day, Grace. I can’t help myself any longer.”

I felt my heart beating hard against my chest as we stopped in front of a large, wooden door. Blake Harrison pulled out a key from his pocket and deftly unlocked the bolt, pulling the great door open to reveal his bedroom.

I don’t know why I expected a simple male bedroom, similar to Daniel’s dorm in Mercy River, but the expansive suite took my breath away. The room was masculine, but light and airy. The large bed had silky silver sheets and a simple blue blanket, but the furnishings were all ornate and silver. I walked into the large room, looking around in awe. At the far end, the room opened onto a large balcony that overlooked the grounds of the Harrison Estate and let a cool breeze into the room. Over to the side, there was long metal bar, filled with fancy crystal decanters of what looked like very sophisticated liquors. On each side of the room, there were doors that led to adjoining rooms.

“This is incredible,” I breathed, admiring the beautiful artwork hanging on his wall.

“You are incredible. Grace, you are beautiful and you ignite something in me. I can’t help myself.” He strode towards me and put his hand to the side of my face, leaning it up so he could press my lips into a warm, passionate kiss.

I felt the newly familiar stir of excitement in my core as Blake Harrison pushed his body up tightly to me, his hard muscles pressing into my softer, more delicate body. I couldn’t stop the small moan of desire that passed my lips.

Blake Harrison’s strong hands slid down the sides of my body, to the inward curve of my waist. He gripped me tightly and then suddenly pulled me up into the air as if I weighed nothing.

I yelped then laughed as he carried me in his strong arms and plopped me onto the plush blanket covering his tall, king-sized bed. I reached my hand out for him, but Blake was already standing at the edge.

He reached forward and grabbed my ankles, gently but firmly pulling me towards him until my ass was at the edge of the bed and he was standing between my bent legs. My silky dress rode up around my waist, exposing the fancy black lace panties that I had put on earlier.

I smiled up at him, but he looked down at me with an expression filled with dark desire. I felt a tug in my core as he stared down at me as if I were a delicious piece of meat and he was a hungry lion. My core constricted and I felt the warm rush of wetness under my panties.

“I need to taste you, Grace,” his deep voice whispered hoarsely. His hand moved between my legs, deftly pulling aside the flimsy wet material that covered my little slit.

I realized what he meant and felt the room draw in closer as my wetness spread, dripping down my now exposed slit and covering my little pink lips. He wanted to taste me and I wanted to feel his mouth on me so badly.

He knelt down do his face was now level with my exposed pussy, and pressed his strong, clean-shaven face against my little mound. His strong, soft lips pressed against my sensitive, aroused clit, sending shivers of intense desire through my entire body.

I leaned back and closed my eyes as he gently licked my tiny nub, pressing his lips and tongue against my most sensitive area. As his mouth worked magic on my body, Blake Harrison brought his hand to my opening and felt the spreading wetness there.

“Fuck, you are so wet for me, Grace. I love feeling it, seeing how much you want me.” His fingers plunged deep into my slit, pressing into my core as he licked me voraciously.

My body squirmed and shook as my desire quickly climbed to new heights. He knew my body already, could play it like a violin. I was putty in his hands and I couldn’t control myself. I cried out as his fingers fucked me hard and his mouth drew circles of hot, sizzling pleasure around my throbbing clit.

In one massive explosion, my body burst with new energy as my orgasm rocked my core. I shook uncontrollably and cried out as my body fell into quivering waves of pleasure. The waves came on strong, then ebbed, until finally the last ones lapped at my fingers and toes and I lay in a shaky, breathy mess on Blake Harrison’s bed.

I pulled myself up onto my elbows and looked down to see Blake Harrison grinning at me from between my legs. His smile was so sweet, proud, and infections. I couldn’t help grinning back.

“Not bad,” I said to him sweetly, trying to keep a straight face.

“Only not bad, huh?” he asked with a laugh. “Well, I guess I’ll have to try even harder next time.”

“Don’t!” I protested, as I pulled myself to my feet next to him. “I might die from pleasure.”

“Well, we wouldn’t want that,” Blake agreed. “I guess I’ll keep my tongue to myself from now on.”

“No!” I cried out. “I would die from that too! I like your tongue. Very much. Very very much.” I slid down to the floor next to him and placed my hand between his legs, feeling his hard bulge pressing against the fabric of his pants. “Almost as much as I like this.”

Blake Harrison groaned as I rubbed the bulge that was growing bigger and harder with each gentle touch of my fingers. I wanted to make him feel that same explosive pleasure that he made me feel. And some part of me, a part I hadn’t even known existed before now, wanted to have that complete power over him as well.

I pulled down the zipper that trapped his hard cock, looking up at him seductively and letting the strap of my dress fall down my shoulder so a peek of my black lacey bra showed through, framing my soft, white cleavage.

I saw the way his face tensed, and desire lit up his sharp green eyes. His eyes fell down the curve of my breast and he groaned, closing his eyes as I reached down to touch his newly freed cock. It was even bigger than I remembered, long and thick, with a small bead of liquid at the tip.

I lowered my head down, pressing my lips against the tip, and tentatively licking the tiny drop. It tasted salty, like sex and masculinity. I wanted more of him. I wanted to taste every bit of him. I pressed my lips down, pushing his shaft deep into my mouth.

Blake Harrison groaned a deep, raspy sound as he reached out and gripped a handful of my long hair. He gripped it tightly as I sucked on him, then gently pushed it behind my ear.

“I want to watch,” he whispered. “I love seeing your soft pink lips against my cock.”

I flipped my hair over my shoulder, then gripped the thick base of his shaft, holding it firmly while I sucked hard on his tip. I licked the soft, smooth skin, tasting the delicious, masculine flavor of Blake Harrison’s hard cock.

He groaned and reached out, pushing my dress down further so my whole, black-lace covered breast was visible. His hand shook as he gently caressed the soft skin, carefully massaging my breast as it spilled out of its lacey cage.

I pushed him in deeper, harder, sucking his cock as I pressed it into my throat. I could feel Blake Harrison becoming frenzied, his breathing fast and shallow as I sucked him hard.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum now, Grace.” He groaned and I felt his cock tightening. “You can pull it out if you don’t want to taste it.”

But I wanted it. I wanted to taste all of Blake Harrison. I wanted to suck the cum right out of his cock. I felt him tighten in my mouth and then release, shooting spurts of hot liquid down my throat. I swallowed, tasting the creamy, delicious flavor of Blake Harrison’s seed. I pulled back, releasing his cock as it shot out the final spurts of creamy liquid, covering my lips and breasts with the final dribbles.

We both crumpled to the ground, satisfied and exhausted. I turned to look at Blake, who was finally catching his breath, and grinned mischievously as I wiped his cum off my face.

“I think I need a shower. Would you like to join me?”  I asked sweetly.

“That’s an excellent plan,” Blake replied, standing up and then reaching down to help me to my feet.

I yawned as we walked over to his marble bathroom and he turned on the shower, which fell in a waterfall from the ceiling. I looked up at it, impressed by the beauty of the design.

“Are you tired?” Blake asked, helping me into the steaming water after I shimmied out of the dress and lingerie. “You can go back to your room whenever you like.”

“Oh no, I’m alright.” I lathered my body with soap, sneaking glances at Blake’s strong, muscular body as he pulled off his clothes and walked into the shower next to me. “I’ll wait until you are tired so we can snuggle up before sleeping.”

Blake froze, every muscle in his body tensing as he turned away from me. “Grace, you can’t stay here tonight. You need to sleep in your own room.”

I felt the hot tears spring to my eyes before I could stop them. I hoped the water disguised them, but I turned away from him anyway. He spoke to me like I was a child, trying to climb into her parents’ bed after a nightmare. Why wouldn’t he let me stay?

Instead of pressing him further, I rinsed myself off in silence, waiting for Blake Harrison to give me some type of explanation. The explanation never came. I stepped out of the shower and looked back at Blake Harrison. He exited and grabbed two of the soft grey towels hanging on the towel warmer next to the shower.

I bit my lip, wanting to say something, but too afraid that I would only make things worse. Blake Harrison’s face was impassive, but I could never predict the swing in his emotions and I didn’t want to upset him right now.

“Here, let me help you.” His face was soft as he gently toweled me off, paying careful attention to my back and shoulders.

I couldn’t help a small smile at his earnest attempt, but I still felt a constricting in my heart as I pulled my clothes back on and watched Blake Harrison wrap his own towel around his waist. I wanted to yell at him, to cry, to run my hands over his hard abs. I was so confused and I couldn’t sort out any of it.

“Goodnight, Blake,” I mumbled, walking towards the bedroom door.

He reached out and grabbed my hand in his, pulling me back around to face him. He stared straight into my eyes with those deep green pools, his eyes trying to tell me something that I couldn’t understand. “Goodnight, Grace.” He pressed his lips against mine in a soft, sweet kiss, before letting go.

I walked back to my room in a daze, trying to get a grip on what I was feeling. My emotions swirled and roiled inside of me. It felt like there was a piece of the puzzle missing and once I found it, everything would fall into place. 

There was something about Blake Harrison that I didn’t understand, and I needed to understand  all of him. He was the most interesting, handsome, sexual, intelligent, and generous man I had ever met. He was also the most emotional, cold, closed off, angry, enigmatic man I had ever met. I needed to break through those barriers so I could reach him on a deeper level.

As I walked into my room and closed the door behind me, I decided that my next project would be Blake Harrison. I would investigate him, research him, and figure out what I was missing so I could finally understand my lover.

First, I needed to sleep. I slipped into my pajamas and crawled into my soft bed with a renewed sense of purpose. Tomorrow, I would find the key to unlocking Blake Harrison.

Chapter 8.