LXIX: I Think You Broke Me
Liam and Blake
Liam
Liam swallowed as he looked at his image in the bathroom mirror. He pulled at his collar a bit, wishing he hadn't opted for the tie.
Tonight is for Blake, not you. You'll have fun, but this is for her, and she wanted to dress up, so you're wearing the damn tie.
With a sigh, Liam looked over himself one more time. His hair was styled, he'd trimmed his face, using Sophie's cover-up after in a few places, and his clothes were wrinkle-free and fit well. He'd brushed his teeth and gargled mouthwash about five times, just in case, and had found an old bottle of cologne he hoped Blake liked. Just in case, he hadn't put on too much.
Stop freaking out. Everything's going to be fine.
Fine wasn't good enough, though. "Fine" was alright for some girl he'd just met that he was taking out for the first time. This was Blake; his friend. His...
Fuck, what even are we? Close friends that have really good sex? No, stop it. Don't worry about that tonight. There's no 'us' or labels or anything. Just Blake.
The sex
had
been incredible, though Liam hadn't expected any different given the way Blake had been looking at him the past week. Her...skill in that area was definitely appreciated as well, but he'd never really cared about that--with Blake or Marie. He just cared about how into it--and how into him-- the girl was. Now that he looked back on it, Liam knew Marie had never even come close to how Blake had been this morning and the previous night.
"Fuck."
Liam cheeks grew hot as he glanced down at the growing tightness in his slacks. Even with the jacket and the brisk weather outside, he was glad he'd opted for some particularly tight boxers.
I'm probably going to need to get some more of these.
Liam adjusted himself, then looked in the mirror one last time before stepping back out into the main room. It was empty, so he sat down on the couch.
After shifting around for a bit, Liam sighed--he never had been able to really relax in a suit. Not with the jacket on, at least.
He glanced over to Blake's door, still shut, and found himself thinking about earlier.
They'd napped for almost two hours. Blake had seemed very content at falling asleep with him inside her, but frustrated that her pussy had apparently forced him out, even though he'd still been big enough that the could have stayed inside her in that position. Her pussy had also forced out quite a bit of cum, and Blake had sighed, deeming their genitals too gross for her to clean it up the way she wanted. They'd run into the shower, where after getting clean, Blake had gone down on Liam and he'd fingered her to orgasm. And then they'd cleaned off again.
Liam grinned, remembering how Blake had decided to spend the rest of the shower sitting after that, as apparently standing had been too hard.
The creak of Blake's door opening broke Liam from his thoughts. He shot to his feet, adjusting his tie and jacket. When Blake stepped out of her room, Liam's eyes went wide.
He noticed her hair first. It was a bit shorter than usual, but thick and a bit bouncier with curled ringlets. It was also jet black. Liam liked her blue hair better, but...
Wow.
The black made her eyes sparkle, and turned the color darker, deeper. Her eyes looked almost violet, somehow.
Maybe it's just the light, or the eyeshadow.
The contrast between her hair and pale skin made her seem made of fine porcelain, cheeks and lips painted with expert strokes. Shining, blue-violet shadow above her eyes made them even more striking. The red of her lips matched her dress exactly. And her dress...
Where was she hiding that?
A thick, bright-red collar encircled her throat, connecting to the rest of the dress over the right shoulder, where the smooth, clinging fabric traveled all the way down to her wrist. The left shoulder and arm it left uncovered, crossing her chest in a sinuous, slanted line that exposed her clavicle and wrapped over the curve of her breast. From there down, it clung to Blake's curves before loosening at her thighs, where it travelled down to her ankles save for a wide slit that split the dress high on her left leg, revealing the smooth, toned pale flesh. Liam realized that the dress would have been in danger of dragging on the floor if not for the black heels Blake wore, accentuating her calves.
"Liam?"
Blake's voice shook him back to reality. He looked up and met her eyes to find her grinning, "What?"
Blake's smile deepened, "I take it you like it, then?"
Liam nodded, swallowing hard, "Y-yeah. You look...wow."
Idiot! That's all you can say? She looks fucking incredible. Way out of your league.
Blake giggled, cheeks growing even more red. She looked at him for a moment, licking her lips as her eyes roved over him, then spun on one foot. The dress fluttered for a moment, but the movement gave Liam an incredible view of how the fabric clung to Blake's ass. The sight made his pants uncomfortable again.
When Blake turned back around to face him, Liam realized the dress clung tight enough to her stomach to show a faint outline of her abs. He also realized that she definitely wasn't wearing a bra.
Fuck, now I feel under-dressed. And this is my nicest suit.
Liam blinked when Blake laid a hand on his chest. When had she moved toward him. She looked him up and down, tugging at his jacket and shirt.
"This is good," she murmured, low enough that Liam wondered whether or not she was talking to him or to herself, "Very good."
Blake looked up at him, eyes sparkling, "You look really good."
Liam grinned, "So do you."
Blake giggled, cheeks darkening, "You already said that."
Liam shrugged, "I didn't actually. Even if I had, I'd need to say it again. You look way better--incredible."
Blake grinned, biting her lip, then leaned up and nipped at his bottom lip. Liam blinked at that. Both at the brevity of the kiss and the realization that with those heels on, Blake now came up to his chin. He leaned down to kiss her, but Blake leaned away, holding a finger up between them.
"Ah! Nope, that's all you get until after dinner, at least," she waved her hand in a circular motion before her face, "I worked way too hard on this for you to mess it up with kisses."
Then Blake sighed, leaning toward him again. She fingered his lapels, "Plus, if you kiss me, I'm gonna kiss you back, and it's not gonna stop any time soon."
Liam grinned at that, then slipped his phone out of his pocket, typing in the address for Davio's and scheduling a car.
"You ready to go? If we leave now, we'll be a bit early to dinner, but I don't think they'll make us wait."
Blake nodded, smiling. She strode over to the coat-rack near the door, giving Liam another view of her swaying ass that made him have to adjust himself again. She took a long black overcoat off one of the hangers--one of a similar cut, but finer-looking material than what she normally wore--then shrugged it on and slipped a small clutch that Liam hadn't noticed into one of the large pockets. He followed after her, taking his own coat and shrugging into it.
"We're getting a ride, right?" Blake asked, "Otherwise you're gonna be having dinner with an icicle."
Liam grinned, holding up his phone, "It's four minutes away."
Blake grinned back at him, then opened the door, "See ya later, Sophie!"
