Chapter 21
"Sweetheart put me down.." giggled Heather.
"SHUT UP!" Blake angrily demanded.
He was really pissed off! Because of her he was feeling different emotions all at
the same time. Desire, jealousy and anger. But was was he really expecting her to be a virgin? He didn’t have the right to hope that she was. He had plenty of women already and he was really crazy to be pissed but unfortunately he was furious. He wanted to
smack the man she was with till he bled to death. If he didn’t badly want to take her home, he would beat up that asshole.
And why the fuck was she with the bastard who took her virginity? Do they have a relationship? He asked himself which made him more furious..
He put Heather down and leaned her back on the car to open the door.
"Why are you angry sweetheart? Sorry, I wasn't flirting. Promise, we were just talking" she said while pouting her lips. She was speaking a little unclearly due to alcohol. Her fingers were playing with his collar.
"Just get into the fucking car!!" He shoved her none too gently inside.
She giggled again then took hold of his nape by wrapping her arms around it and kissed him. If she did this another time he would be glad but not now. He was too angry. He removed her hands on his nape then tore his lips from hers before he straightened so she couldn’t reach him.
"Stay still!" He ordered as he buckled her up.
Heather giggled again. "I miss your kisses..." she said huskily.
Surprised with what she said, Blake looked at her for a moment. He shook his head and closed the door. He walked to the the other side and slid in. He then started the engine .
"It was nothing. The jerk just inserted his disgusting dick on me so I pushed him. It was very painful!" she slurred.
Blake's eyes narrowed into slits. "Did that fucking bastard rape you?!".
Heather touched his arm. "No sweetheart. Nothing like that. I was the only virgin in our group that time so they challenged
me to do it with the best devirginized so they said. ." she snorted. "Best devirginizer my ass! " she laughed sarcastically before leaning on the seat then closed her eyes.
"SHIT!" Blake cursed and maneuvered the vehicle out of the parking space.
He had to carry her going to her unit. She moaned when he laid her body on the bed. He removed her high-heels. He then walked to her bedroom door to close it. He went back to the bed and stared at her. She looked so seductive lying on the bed. She was wearing skinny jeans and a sexy top. He ran his eyes on her body. He gritted his teeth. She was showing too much cleavage again which he hated. She squirmed and moaned. She opened her eyes and sexily smiled at him. Her eyes were almost drooping from too much alcohol.
"Sweetheart? Come..." She extended her arm at him.
He narrowed his eyes. He didn’t know if he would feel glad that she was being like this because she was hammered. He knew
that when she was sober, she either snapped at him ,ignored him or tried to avoid him. Heather didn't know what was happening to her. Seeing Blake and having felt his hard muscled body woke something inside her. She was sexually aroused. She wanted to be held and kissed passionately by this hot male specie. He was looking at her with his lips set in a thin line.
"Why are you still pissed? " she huskily asked. She knew he was mad at her because he thought that she was
flirting with Harvey. Somehow she wanted to pacify him. She hit his bulge with her knee a while ago and escaped him and now he was jealous. She decided to let him kiss and maybe touch her a little. She was one hundred percent sure that however pissed he was, if she let him kiss her, he would forget everything. And she also wanted his kisses at the moment. They could enjoy each other with heavy petting . She sat up and took off her top. Now she was just in her lacy black bra. Blake’s brows came together.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he asked angrily.
She got up from the bed and went near him. She tiptoed and wrapped her arms around his nape so he would be force to bow his head so she could reach his face. She was looking at his furious but still very good-looking features.
"Don't be jealous sweetheart. Don’t mind Harvey. He doesn’t count." she said huskily.
He angrily removed her arms from him then pinned them on her sides. She pouted.
"Stop that! Go to sleep! I will stay here with you to watch over you! You might do something stupid since you are roaring drunk!" he
said.
She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. "Won't you sleep with me?" She huskily asked.
Blake caught his breath. It had been his desire to bed her. But could he really do that while she was not in her right mind?
"You are drunk! Don't say things that you will regret once you're sober!" His voice sounded steely.
"I mean it. I want you to give me pleasure...then I will pleasure you too." she said boldly.
Heather’s inner wantonness was out. She tiptoed again and kissed his lower jaw.
Blake groaned. "Fuck sweetheart! Stop that!"
"Please." she pleaded.
He took hold of her shoulders. "Don't tempt me! If you don’t stop I will take you even if
you’re blinding drunk!" he said through gritted teeth.
She put her hands on his chest. " Sweetheart please..." she purred.
Blake couldn’t control himself anymore. Heather was offering herself to him. He would have. He shook his head and removed
his shirt. “Don't tell me I didn't warn you!"
He pulled her to him by her waist and kissed her mouth torridly which made Heather groan. He wrapped his arms around her then made a movement to reverse their places. He wanted them to be on the bed. He laid on his back with her on his top. They were kissing wildly. The room was filled with their moans.
"Wait sweetheart.." Heather said after ending the kiss.
"What the..." His brows creased but he watched with fascination as she got up from him and the bed to take off her jeans.
She had a very sexual expression on her face. She was biting her bottom lip. She looked even sexier and lovelier. He cursed . She was really turning him on big time. While watching her remove her pants, he also hurriedly unzipped his. Lying on his back, he pulled his pants down and just left his white briefs. Heather was wearing a black g-string and he felt his mouth went dry. His manhood was throbbing.
"Oh shit sweetheart! !" he said in agony.
She went back on top of him. Her sex was on top of his bulge. His groan was muffled by her mouth. She was kissing him passionately. He let him lead their French kiss. She was wilder in bed than he expected and he really liked it. If she had a bad experience with that bastard, he will make her experience with him very pleasurable. Only her hymen was broken. She was as good as a virgin because she hadn’t experienced how it was to be really loved especially by him. She broke the kiss and threw back her head as she straddled him. She slowly gyrated her hips while she was on top. Her sweet hole was deliciously rubbing his hard-rock member. He couldn’t. help but moan as he held her slim waist with his hands.
"You are so fucking sexy sweetheart. I want you! " he said hoarsely.
"Hmmm.." she moaned with her eyes closed. She still had her lower lip between her teeth as she continuously moved on top of him.
"Fuck sweetheart! I would ejaculate if you won't stop that! " he complained in a throaty voice. "Let's change position so it..." He couldn’t finish what he was about to say when Heather dropped her body on top of him. He
frowned. "What the....?" He cursed. She was asleep. He closed his eyes and took a long deep breath before he raised her body from his
carefully and put her down gently on his side. He removed a strand of hair on her face. He chuckled.
"You are really amazing sweetheart." he whispered as he stared at her lovely face.
She looked like a desirable angel when she was sleeping. She was a tigress when awake. His eyes went to the rise and fall of her breasts , her flat tummy and her sex which was only covered by her very scanty g-string .His member reacted.
"I want you so badly but I want to do it when you are awake." he said as he ran his index finger along the side of her face. "I
will make sure that you'll enjoy it and you will be extremely satisfied.
He planted a kiss on her lips before he put the comforter over them. He kissed her mouth again before he rested his hand on her tummy as he laid on his side so he could see her face. He drunk in her loveliness with his eyes before closing them. They will talk seriously tomorrow. He would tell her not to drink without him ever again. They would discuss about fidelity if they would be bed partners for one month. He didn't want to share her with anyone.
***
Mrs. Sophia Williams called her sister, Amor to check on Heather. Her friend Carla told her about her daughter’s escapades and she had been calling Heather since last night but she wasn’t picking up. That morning Amor asked Amy to go to Heathers unit since the latter
had a key.
"Amy what time does Heather wake up?" Asked Heather’s aunt.
"I know she wakes up a bit early.” Amy responded before walking to the kitchen.
She would wash some dirty dishes in the sink.
"After doing that wake her up. I want to talk to her. I told Sophia not to let her go back here alone! She has been wild since she was a teenager and a bit stubborn! “ Amor said while looking around the living room. Her forehead creased when she saw a leather jacket on the sofa. "Amy!” She hollered.
"What is it Miss Amor?” The help walked back to the living room with a look of worry.
"Isn’t this a man’s jacket?” The older woman asked.
Amy went closer and touched the jacket and sniffed it. With a nod of her head she said, “ Yes I think so Miss Amor! I feel that the owner is very hot and hunky. That jacket smells so good!” She said giddily.
Amor reprimanded her. Amy bit her bottom lip then bent down to get something under the sofa.
"What’s that?!” Amor asked.
When Amy saw the box properly she covered her mouth with her hand. She gaped and shook her head. She quickly hid the box behind her back.
“I asked you what that is!” "
"Ahm,..Miss Amor, it’s a pregnancy test kit “ She said looking worried.
***
"HEATHER!!" Amor’s voice thundered in the room.
"Oh my God! My eyes are not virgin anymore!” Amy complained while covering her face with her hand.
Heather was on the bed. She was fast asleep in her scanty underwear. A sleeping man’s arm was on her stomach. He was in his briefs.
