Page 23 of Discerning Blake

"What?" I ask.

"You look bummed."

I laugh, though I don't feel it.

“It's nothing," I say, looking down at my beer. "I just… I'm just wondering if I'll ever have sex again."

Blake exhales as if he’s about to say something difficult.

“No serious talk.” Avery pulls on my arm, making me and my stool fall sideways. “Dance!”

Blake grabs my waist to steady me and plops me down on the ground, his large hands spanning across my belly and leaving tingling scorch marks in their wake.

Shit.

I let Avery pull me to the designated dance area and join the girl circle around Bryce.

Chapter Six

Blake

Well, fuck me!

I can’t keep my eyes off Amelia. She’s swaying her hips to the music, her arms up in the air, her head back with a huge infectious smile on her face. My cock hardens painfully and my palms itch with the need to touch her.

I tighten my grip on my beer bottle instead.

I was not prepared for this.

Yes, I’ve always found her attractive. And yes, I’ve been friendly flirting with her all night.

I like to see her smile.

But when she said she was scared she’d never have sex again, it sparked a need deep in my lower belly, an intensity I did not expect.

Our eyes meet as she turns, her smile deepens, and the need grows.

The idea hasn’t even fully formed in my head yet, but I know it’s not a good one. She’s tipsy, and she’s having fun with her friends so I push it aside, even though I know that it won’t fully go away.

Eventually, Garrett and Avery announce they have to go home. And Luke uses the opportunity to make his exit too. He’s an introvert and never likes to spend too much time with such a large group.

Scarlett reluctantly needs to go too, and Amelia goes with her so they can walk together.

Bryce and I start to clean up, but Kayla sternly sends us home, claiming that we’re making more of a mess than being helpful.

I make sure that Bryce gets home safe and go back to my apartment over the bar.

I strip and lay in my bed, my hand between my legs before I’ve fully reclined. The image of Amelia’s face enters my mind. She’s smiling and looking deep into my eyes, her full lips pursing. Fuck me, Blake, she says.

In the past, this is where I’d have hit the pause button on such a fantasy. I’d have turned on the TV or taken out my phone to find other images to jerk off to.

But tonight, I let it run. She’s not Ethan’s wife anymore. Tonight, I run the length of my cock and think about her breasts. Twenty years ago, when I first met her, she was thinner, her breasts leaner. But tonight, they were full, and the tops kept bouncing out of her shirt as she jumped. I imagine running my cock in the ridge between them and stroke myself.

I moan.

In my mind, she opens her mouth in surprise, and the tip of my cock pushes against her lips. She sucks me in and I grab the back of her head. My need grows. I fuck her mouth. I move my hand faster and faster, slamming it against my balls.

But it’s not enough, it’s not what I want. I push her to her back, turning in the bed so I’m facing down. Holding myself up on one elbow, I think about entering her warm heat, I think about her bare breasts bouncing as I push into her, I think about her begging me for more, telling me how good I feel. I push my hips into the mattress, finding the perfect amount of friction between my hand, body, and sheets. Amelia tells me I’m the best she’s ever had and asks why I fucking waited so long.