Sexting With A Vampire
Chapter 167

Nora

I'm blushing when I lean away from Blake's lips. He seems uneasy, and I suspect he doesn't know what to do now. I don't either and gaze up into his eyes, feeling my heartbeat pound faster. Blake has the most beautiful, expressive eyes. Blue and warm like the beach in summer... Or like a fire in the winter when you're cold. Blake is everything, and I take a deep breath.

We are going to share a bed tonight, which is making me nervous for some reason. I'm naked in the bathtub with Blake now, but except for the kissing, he hasn't really placed his hands on me.

I think he will once we are in bed, making goosebumps prickle at my back like a thousand needles. I know I was about to have s*x with Leo and Blake, but alone with Blake? It feels more intimate, like baring and exposing my soul to him. Yet I want it.

I wet my lips. "Should we head to bed?"

A smile makes its way to his face, forming an amused expression. Even the corners of his eyes crease, making him look charming.

"Are you tired?"

"No." I'm nervous and worried about what will happen once we are in bed. I want Blake to put his hands on me, but I'm afraid he won't. What will I do then? It's so awkward being the one to make the first move... Blake blinks in surprise. "But you still want to get up from the bathtub?"

"Yes." Why does Blake seem to think that's weird? Doesn't he understand that I want us to cuddle? Ugh. What if he knows but doesn't want it, and that's why he is like this?

"Alright," Blake hands me an uneasy smile. I can't help but wonder what he could possibly be thinking. "Why don't you get up first, and I wash off the bathtub? I still need to shower anyway." "Right! Your back!" I exclaim.

Blake looks at me like I've grown two heads. "Excuse me?"

"I promised to wash your back, didn't I?" I stretch for one of the shower gels and smile at him, nodding. "Come on. Sit in front of me."

Blake silently studies me. I don't think he has figured out I have ulterior motives, like putting my hands all over his muscles. He has a broad back, and I can't wait to work on it. "Sure," he says after what feels like an eternity.

I watch him as he rises from the water and try not to check out his package when we switch positions. Water drips down from his enormous body as he takes a seat.

I'm having trouble not staring at his massive member... How is it even possible for it to be so... Large.

"Sorry," Blake says after sitting down. "Did I get you wet?"

"Uh..." I stare into his back and clamp my thighs together. Did I hear him correctly?!

Blake looks over his shoulder. One corner of his mouth is tipped up in a mischievous grin. "I'm asking because my body is wet, and it looks like you don't want your hair to get wet." "Oh!" He didn't mean the other way! I can't believe my head went straight to the gutter. "No, I'm fine... I'm not wet at all."

He laughs. "Not even a little?"

My only response is to stare at him, and Blake winks at me. "I'm messing with you."

Oh-my-god.

I'm madly blushing now, and Blake cracks up. I swat at his arm in a lame attempt to make him stop, but he keeps the amused glint in his eye. Even going as far as to grin. "Was I supposed to feel that?" He asks.

I roll my eyes. "Har-Har..."

He smiles and then turns around once more. But I'm a mess even without my best friend and second mate looking at me. Because suddenly, I'm faced with his massive back, and oh boy-the man is a work of art to look at. Blake is all ridges, valleys, and delts. His muscles are beautiful with taut, smooth skin pulled over them, and I gulp.

I suddenly feel like I'm unworthy of touching Blake. Like I'm a maid faced with my royal master that I was ordered to clean and wash.

In this fantasy, I was a poor girl born on a dirty street, while Blake came from wealth...

f**k, what am I even daydreaming about?!

I quit overthinking and lean forward. I grab the shower gel, squirt a load on Blake's broad shoulders, and hold my breath as it slowly slides down his broad back.

Wordlessly, I begin massaging him, and I have to put in an effort to make it more like a massage. At some point, Blake leans forward with increased breathing.

"That feels so good..." Blake groans. "That spot right there, I think a stress bump... Yes... Keep doing that."

I'm massaging him with my entire body, and all my strength is put into my fingers as I knead him. I have to stand when I move his shoulders and slightly widen my eyes when I accidentally look over Blake to see his thick thighs and c**k. Holy s**t, it's huge. I would love to sit down in Blake's lap and go with that massive d**k. I know I'm hardly doing anything erotic to him, but touching and smelling him? It's doing something to my brain.

It must be the mate-bond...

"I'm glad you're not disgusted with me," Blake says while I roll my thumbs at the back of his muscular neck. "Turning into a demon has really... Destroyed my self-confidence, and uh... This is hard to admit, but I don't know who I am anymore, and I'm just... Happy you're willing to give me a chance."

My heart clenches for his sake. "Of course... You and I are mates, and I'm not... Well, I'm slightly concerned about what it means, but I'm not disgusted by you." Quite the opposite, actually. My brain can't stop thinking about s*x...

Blake gives me a sidelong smile. "Understandable... Anyway, how about you start working on the front? Can I get a massage there too?"

My eyes almost bulge out of their sockets, and my throat rapidly runs drier than sand. "Y-Your... Your front?"

"Yes," Blake's smile is innocent, but I think I see a glimpse of mischief on his face for a second. "Come and sit in my lap, Nora. You can soap me up from there." "Sure!"

Gulping, I walk forward, and Blake's giant paws land on my sides as he helps me sit down in his lap.

Act cool, Nora! Stop panicking!

I try to make an effort to remain calm, but it doesn't work.

My heart is trying to pound out of my ribcage, especially when I sit down, faced with his pecs, and if I look a little lower, there are washboard abs.

"Now then," Blake tilts his head at me, and the corner of his lips tilt up into a smirk when I meet his eyes. "What are you waiting for? Where is my massage, little mate?"

"I-Its coming!"

I grab the bottle of shower gel again, this time getting it down in my palm. Blake watches me and even helps me rid of the bottle before he seems to wait. I'm stalling, and his smile tells me he knows I'm nervous, yet he says nothing. Eventually, I gather enough courage to reach his chest and smear the shower gel all over his pecs. Blake closes his eyes, and I get lost in the feeling of his warm skin underneath my fingertips.

I draw little circles and marvel at his abs. They look to be cut out from stone, and I run a finger in the crevices, prompting a laugh from Blake's quivering lips.

"That tickles..."

A shy smile forms on my lips. "I'm sorry..."

Again, Blake doesn't say anything. He simply smiles back, and I continue my work. I love touching him, but the problem is that this is turning me on. How can I feel him up without being affected? Down girl, I growl inwardly as I use the showerhead to remove the soap from Blake's chest. I'm sitting on his lap, and a light dawns on me when I notice his c**k jerking underneath me. Blake is enjoying this as much as I am!

My sudden discovery makes me briefly freeze. I meet Blake's eyes, and then I decide to just go for it-I squeeze his right pec while leaning in to kiss him for the second time this early morning.

He takes like lust and sin, and his tongue is more dominant this time, easily controlling mine. I mewl into his mouth when he picks me up, but don't break our kiss as he lifts me over the edge of the bathtub. Blake does it with ease. I wrap my legs around him and have him carry me over to the bed. When he helps me, he breaks from my lips with hunger glittering in his eyes.

"I really, really want to f**k you, but it wouldn't be fair to Leo. He hasn't marked you either."

I sigh at his words. "I know..."

"Sorry."

Blake gives me a tight-lipped smile, then walks to his side of the bed with heavy footfalls. When he is under the covers, I turn his way with my teeth sinking into my bottom lip.

"What if you... What if we didn't... What if you didn't mark me, and we only had s*x? I mean... I've had s*x with Leo before, so it couldn't be wrong to just... You know? Sleep with each other?"