Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste Chapter 49

The ride back home is so calming with the soft

music playing in the background. Blake’s hand is

firmly placed on my bare thigh and occasionally

squeezes.

Today was perfect, the date was perfect, Blake was

perfect. I couldn’t help but smile as I recall the

way he insisted on washing me in the stream after

we made love.

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He was so gentle and caring and had not tried to

touch me inappropriately knowing that I was still

sore. He really was perfect,how did I end up so

lucky?

“What are you smiling at baby?” He questions.

I turn to stare at him and find him already staring

at me in adoration. I feel my cheeks heat up with a

blush and turn to stare back at the road.

“Watch the road please. “I mumble. Why was I shy

all of a sudden? There was no reason to be. I

certainly wasn’t at the waterfall.

“Are you shy right now Ley?” Amusement is thick

in his voice. I turn to stare at him and thankful

that he was at least looking at the road now. I

wouldn’t want to die when only just a few hours

ago I was in bliss.

“No I’m not.” I humph, noting that the sun was

already setting below the horizon. It casted a

golden glow that covered our frames. It made

Blake more handsome than he already was, like a

golden god.

“Then dare I ask what you were smiling at earlier?

You seem to be thinking about-“

“Shut up.” I grumble cutting him off. Whatever he

would have said next surely would’ve made me

redder than I am now.

“I was smiling at finally knowing your weakness.

You’re scared of centipedes.” I gloated.

I smirk at the memory of Blake screeching not so

manishly when a centipede had seemed to crawl

past us, beside his foot when we were walking

back to the cabin. I had never been more amused

or had laughed so hard my entire life.

“Don’t you dare let anyone know about this. Or

else I’d have to punish you and I’d enjoy that very

much.” His tone had taken a more husky one. I bet

he was thinking of very sinful things to do to me.

“Punish me how?” I questioned in a very sultry

tone. Even though I already knew it was

something to have me begging him to F*ck me.

Blake was unpredictable that I knew for sure. But I

do love to tease him, like now, I knew I had lit him

with desire.

“Well I do love your supple a*s, it is the best to

spank.” He takes his eyes off the road to stare at

me again.

“Then I’d Fck you until you won’t even remember

your name and your pretty as would no longer be

able to walk for days.” His words have a shudder

of pleasure rock through me.

I clench my thighs and he notices because a cocky

smirk etches on his face.

He turns back to face the road and squeezes my

thigh. “Relax baby, that’ll not happen only if you

don’t go around saying I’m terrified of centipedes.

Though I much rather you say it, it’ll give me an

excuse to F*ck the shit out of you.”

“You’re a horny idiot.” I giggle.

“Only for you baby.” I hear the sincerity in his

voice and I couldn’t help but let a tiny smile flutter

on my face.

Minutes pa*sed by and now we were slowing down

beside my house. It was already dark and the

lights inside my house were on. I wondered if

they’d be mad at me for being a bit tardy.

Blake parks the jeep and pulls up the windows. My

brows furrowed in confusion before I understood

what he’d been planning. He unbuckled my seat

belt and pulled me onto his lap. I gasp really not

expecting him to do it so swiftly.

With the tinted gla*s, no one would be able to see

what we were doing. Unless they walk towards the

front of the jeep and happen to see us in a very

inappropriate position.

Blake doesn’t waste a second, grip the back of my

head and pulls me down to his lips. I sighed into

the kiss, melting when he pries my lips open with

his tongue.

He was tasting every single corner of my mouth. I

was always submissive to him but I didn’t care. I

wanted him to dominate me, I crave it.

By the time we pulled away I was as breathless as

I was when Blake finally had thrust into me at the

waterfall. And even though I was sore, I wanted

nothing more but to make him have his way with

me, under him, on top, I don’t care as long as he’s

inside me.

I brush my thumb over his now more plump lips,

my eyes following the movement with hunger.

Hunger for him. “I love you.” I whispered. He rest

his forehead on mine.

“I love you too Ley.” He kisses the tip of my nose

before drawing back. “Now is best you enter inside

before your dad comes out of the house and kills

me.” He jokes.

I giggle. He was right, dad would throw a huge fit

and probably would make Blake marry me right

away if he saw us in this kind of position. I was still

his little girl in his eyes.

I moved off him and got back to the pa*senger’s

side. Opening the door I got out and turn back to

look at him. “Hey Blake.” I called for his attention

though he was already looking at me, well my

breast to be precise.

He looks up and has the audacity to look

embarra*sed at being caught staring at my tits.

“That was the best date ever.” I said honestly.

He smiles. “I’m happy you think so but baby I

don’t think you have anything to compare it to. It

could’ve been rather dull to someone else’s idea.”

It was my turn to smirk in cockiness. “Now who

says I don’t have anything to compare it to? I’ve

been on a date before Blake.” I drawled out and

closed the door.

He puts rolls down the gla*s, eyes seething in

jealousy. “Who was it?” He hisses.

I whistle and turn around to walk towards my

house, leaving him shouting my name. I smile and

open the door, turn around and waved him before

entering.

I close the door behind me and later hear the

sound of screeching tires. I prayed that he’d not

crash the car. Maybe I shouldn’t have teased him.

I sighed and looked around the house. Where was

everyone? Something was wrong, the air seem

tense. I could spot the light of the television and

walked to the living room, hoping there was

someone there.

As soon as I entered I spotted dad on the phone,

mom seated on the couch head lowered as if she

was sad and Arden looked lost, seated beside her.

“What’s wrong?” I whispered, already knowing I

would not like the answer.

Mom head lifts and she sighs sadly.

“Your dad got a call today that your grandma

Margaret hanged herself lastnight.”