LXII: I Think I Might Go Insane Otherwise
Blake and Liam
Blake
Blake stood in the shower for a moment, curtain shut, after she turned off the water. She closed her eyes, trying to control her breathing so that breaths came deep and slow rather than match the pounding in her chest.
Blake wanted to scream, yet she knew that would do little to ease her frustration, and just alarm Sophie and Liam. Her aching, unsatisfied pussy throbbed in time with her pulsing ass and pounding heart.
Why is it this hard? I haven't had this problem since I tried to see if I could go without him. What the fuck is wrong with me?
Blake knew that some girls couldn't cum reliably. She knew that there were women twice her age who'd never experienced an orgasm from a lover or their own attentions. It still wasn't fucking fair.
That's not supposed to happen to me.
It hadn't helped, of course, that on her way to the shower, she'd come out in just her robe and kissed Liam like she was trying to suck the life out of him. She'd
thought
that the renewed feeling of his lips and his tongue, his taste, his smell, would be able to send her over the edge. It had just made her more desperate with no relief.
Blake took a few more deep breaths, feeling her heart rate slow a little, though not as much as she would have liked. Setting her jaw, Blake pulled open the curtain and leaned over to grab one of her towels. She dried herself off a bit, then wrapped the towel around her head before stepping out onto the floor mat.
Blake had kept her hair mostly dry, as she didn't want to be walking around with wet hair or a towel on her head in front of Liam. She didn't think he'd mind, but she wanted to look alluring. Enticing!
In her current state, Blake was even more thankful for her earlier decision. Even if her activities in the shower meant she had a few wet spots to take care of.
Even as Blake got ready for bed--adjusting her nightly routine just enough so she would still look cute for Liam--her brain started to fuzz again, holes and even her nipples throbbing with the need to be touched.
Her own touch apparently didn't count, however. Blake had ended up needing to fake her fucking orgasm during her show. She hated doing that. She'd tried being honest the first time it happened, but most of her fans had seemed disappointed--both in themselves and her--so she hadn't done that again. Thankfully, she knew her body well enough and was usually able to get turned on enough that having an orgasm was a sure thing, but Blake had faked a few more times. Usually she just had some tea and went to sleep after a show like that to reset herself, but that wasn't an option tonight.
Tonight, Liam will be in my bed. Fuck, he's actually going to be in my bed.
Blake shivered at that realization; pussy throbbing even harder. She supposed she couldn't blame it. Liam's mere fucking presence turned her on even when she hadn't been trying to unsuccessfully make herself cum for the past few hours. At this point, Blake was pretty sure that the source of her problem was also her solution. Her rules, however...
Do they really matter anymore? I made those fucking rules so I would get to go out on a nice date and feel special for once, and it worked. Liam's taking me out on a date, he fucking cancelled his flight home to be with me, and he seems excited about our date. Do I really need these rules anymore?
Blake wasn't entirely certain she did. In her current state, she wasn't sure she'd be able to make it through the night without jumping Liam. Did she really want to go on their date like that?
Though Blake would have just been fine with a nice dinner, Liam had apparently planned something in addition to that. Blake wanted to be present enough to actually enjoy whatever that was, but if she were to go out even now, all she would be thinking about the entire time would be getting home and ripping Liam's clothes off.
Fuck...I'm not fucking him tonight.
Blake didn't know why, but it just didn't seem right yet. She had to do something about her pussy though.
An idea--more of a memory--came to Blake. Her pussy twitched, the ache growing even more desperate as she remembered a fantasy she'd once had. One where she hadn't been able to keep herself from touching Liam any longer but hadn't wanted sex just yet.
Blake looked at herself in the mirror, checking to make sure she still looked put-together, her hair deep and luscious. She grinned, satisfied at her appearance, and what she was going to do to Liam.
***
Liam
Liam felt awkward.
He sat in Blake's desk chair in his long PJ pants and some nice, warm socks. He'd almost put on a shirt, but he never slept in one, and he wanted to see if Blake reacted the same way she had when she'd spent the night at his dorm upon seeing him shirtless.
Not for the first time, Liam glanced at Blake's bed as he waited for her. He'd seen that bed several times, but never in person. Being in Blake's room was still a little surreal. He hadn't gone in when they were just friends because they'd always hung out or talked somewhere else. There hadn't been a reason to. Yet now that he was dating Blake--now that he knew how she felt--Liam felt an air of anticipation to the room.
There wasn't anything overtly special about it. Blake had some lights hung up where the walls and ceiling met, she had a closet, a wardrobe, and a full-length mirror, a pleasantly large bed, and then her desk and nightstand. There was a large, open space of floor between the bed and the door. That in itself wasn't necessarily unusual, but Liam had seen exactly what Blake used it for.
This room, and being in it, was special to Liam, however, just because it belonged to Blake.
Liam left out a muffled moan, shifting again as his erection twitched.
Going shopping with Sophie and putting away the groceries when they got back had distracted him enough to keep his erection down for a while, as had the rushing water of the shower while Blake finished her show. That kiss when she'd finally come out though...it didn't help that she'd been wearing
only
a robe, and one that was much more loosely tied than the one she'd worn earlier, giving him an eyeful.
Liam's cock grew harder at the memory of that. He hadn't really thought that possible. His erection had only flagged once or twice since Blake had told him to wait for her in her room, and despite being in Blake's room--maybe
because
he was in her room--Liam had caught his hands wandering to his cock more than a few times. He hadn't done more than adjust himself once he'd realized where his hand was, but his self-control was running thin.
Liam flinched, straightening as the door clicked open. He looked to the doorway and swore his heart either sped up or skipped a beat. His throat had gone dry and had a lump in it, now.
Blake slipped into the room wearing the same plush bathrobe she'd worn earlier. It was barely tied, giving Liam an incredible view of the valley between Blake's perky breasts and down to her bellybutton. The hem didn't go down very far, giving him a good view of her pale, toned legs, but her robe closed at just the right spot to hide her hips from him. Her hair's deep, royal blue shined even in the dim light cast by the string lights. Her cheeks were a little rosy, lips full, and her eyes seemed to sparkle as they pulled his gaze to them.
Liam grinned as those eyes roved over his chest, pupils dilating. When they returned to his, Liam swallowed the lump in his throat. The sparkle had changed to a burning fire, Blake's face coloring as if to match.
She didn't say anything, however. Instead, Blake just smiled at Liam, then walked over to her closet. After rummaging through it for a moment, Blake looked back at him over her shoulder. Liam's cock twitched again. Blake's eyes still burned with arousal, but now there was a twinkle to them as well.
Liam wanted to ask what she was up to. Then Blake turned back to the closet and dropped her robe.
Liam's cock throbbed at the sight, heart racing.
