Chasing Beautiful (Chasing 1)

“I know we can’t have sex. Don’t worry,” he gently assured me.

I nodded, trusting him, fully.

I panted, my eyes closing. Blake, what are you doing to me? I feel like a whole different person, not the old Sienna, but someone wanton—shameless.

My thoughts departed as he teased the tip of his head around my opening. Circling it slowly, excruciatingly, until I was delirious from pleasure. Planting kisses all over my stomach and directly placed his mouth in front of my pu**y, hooked my leg on top of the couch and the other on his shoulder.

“Open your eyes” I did as he commanded, “Never take your eyes off me. Watch what I can do to your body.”

My eyes the size of saucers, my mouth agape as I saw his tongue taste me with a slow flick of his tongue and sucked my dripping clit. His took his thumb and played with it some more.

The image of him tasting me was so carnal and erotic.

I was mesmerized and couldn’t take my eyes off him.

My body was already strung, but the raging onslaught of his tongue— it was too intense and suddenly I ran out of breath as my body quivered, responding beautifully to him.

“Come for me, my sweet Sienna,” his mouth still working on my pu**y as he inserted a finger inside my molten opening, the pleasure unbearable, my orgasm closing in on me. Fast.

My breathing, halted.

He inserted another finger, finding my spot and rubbed both his fingers there—ceaselessly. I gripped the couch, scraping it with my fingers as my orgasm rocked me in waves.

My body twitched from my release, panting and out of breath.

I closed my eyes and sunk back on the couch. Energy all spent and limply moved my hand to cover my eyes.

That was mind-blowing, never in my years with Kyle, had I experienced anything like it.

And that was only his tongue and fingers.

Imagine what his c**k will do it me when the time comes.

He placed himself on top of me, kissing my lips gently, “Now, we’re even”

Kissing my nose, as he slowly got up and swiftly plucked me out of the couch as if I weighed nothing. Headed towards the room and placed me carefully on the bed sliding right next to me.

“Wow. Just wow,” I whispered in awe.

“I know. It makes me wonder what f**king you would be like,” kissing my earlobe and as he tugged me closer to him, “One day, you will be mine. All those sweet juices will all be for my mouth and my cock. You wouldn’t want anyone else”

“Arrogant man,” mumbling softly.

“No, just being truthful. You gave me something tonight. The memory of you almost naked stroking and sucking me will forever be ingrained in my memory”

I laughed sleepily.

He kissed my shoulder, hugged me tightly and whispered goodnight. His soft breath hitting my neck and we both fell asleep.

Seventeen

Monday came with a rush. My classes were a little hectic. From marketing classes to Art History, I’m sure I would be spending a lot of time studying paintings in The National Gallery.

I went home yesterday after spending three nights with Blake. Luce came back upbeat from her vacation with Toby. Things seemed to be going pretty steady between the two. I’m keeping my fingers crossed.

I never once mentioned that I slept in Blake’s flat or any occurrence I had with him. I want to keep it to myself for now.

Blake’s been texting me about how his day went. He mentioned how hectic his schedule’s going to be, but asked if I wanted to have dinner with him Friday night.

I eagerly replied and said yes, of course. I like how he’s been patient with me. I’m even surprised that he’s willing. The Blake I knew didn’t wait on women.

They waited on him.

I just hope that he’s not risking our friendship because I’m novelty. I guess I just have to wait and see how he fairs with the situation.

By Thursday, I was tired and weary. I haven’t been sleeping properly. My thoughts lingered at night and it’s been driving me insane. I haven’t heard from Kyle.

I’m relieved and saddened at the same time. Will there ever come a time that I won’t feel this deep anguish every single time I think of him? I’m haunted by that last phone call, his voice desperate and pained. I truly hope that he’s doing well and not induce himself with alcohol until he’s numb from the pain. I never knew him to be this irresponsible. That’s why it was such a surprise that he got a DUI.

I’m sure his parents were overjoyed with that news. I can seriously see their shocked faces and the disappointment. They’re a lovely couple. They loved Kyle very much. Chris Matthews and I were friendly, but never close. Kyle’s mom, Marie, on the other hand was a dear and made me feel right at home ever since I was a little girl. When I pictured what my mom would be like, I always imagined my mom’s face but with Marie’s gentle personality. Marie treated me like I was her own. And I will forever be grateful for that.

Sitting in my marketing class, my mind was drifting in and out of the lecture. I really need to focus or else I will certainly fail.

My phone beeped silently.

I took it out of my purse and saw that Chad sent me a message. Baby love!!!! I got your male model!!!! FINALLY! He’s uber hot!!! It’s going to be FABULOUS!!! Just you wait love! I’ll text you the deets for the shoot next week. I think we’ll be doing a shoot once a week for six weeks? I’ll let you know! Love Love You! xxxxxx

Ha! Wonder where he found his model. I just hope that his shots won’t be raunchy or tasteless.

How comfortable would it be to pose almost nude with a stranger? This should be interesting. I might need to take my accomplice Don Patron with me if I have to gather up some nerve. I just might.

By the time the class ended, it was already six pm. So, I rushed home to cook for dinner because I’m feeling ravenous.

Hopefully, Luce hasn’t arrived yet. She usually comes home around seven from school. She’s a sophomore.

Opening the apartment door, there’s some noise coming from the living room.

Luce is home early, I thought.

“Luuuce? I’m home! What do you feel like for dinner? I’m cooking!” I called out to her as I placed my purse on floor and checked the mails that were stacked on the rustic-looking table where we place our keys and other knick knacks.

I barely glanced as Lucy came breezing to greet me. I looked up to greet her but she looked a little frazzled.

“Luce?” I gave her a questioning look, but instead of responding, she dragged me to her bedroom and gently closed the door behind her. Okay….