Capture the Moment (Moments #1)

5. Cleo

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Cleo

If you told me four months ago that I would be standing in the bedroom of a handsome man that I’d met at a college party, I’d think you belonged in the psych ward.

But here I am standing in front of a man that I barely know and am expected to give him “seven minutes in heaven”, or whatever the hell it is.

Blake stands a decent distance from me, shifting uncomfortably on his legs watching as I walk around his bedroom. He let me know on our walk from the living room that he didn’t expect us to do anything and that I was more than welcome to snoop through his LEGO, vinyl, and film collections. So that’s what I'm doing.

His room is extremely neat and tidy as if Jace did daily military cleaning checks on it. It’s a little bigger than my room but has just as much personality. It’s decorated to the brim with all things red and black, probably his favorite colors. His desk has a half-built LEGO set scattered across it with small figurines along a bookcase beside it, very few books were actually on the case as it’s full of LEGO cars and flowers. On his dresser, there’s small photographs of people who’d looked close and two ‘Intro To Studio Media’ textbooks placed neatly beside them with a black record player on top of it.

“So…” He rocks on his heels, unsteadily. Blake looks adorable with tomato-colored red cheeks and goofy grin. I probably look the exact same after taking five shots, back-to-back, as one of my own dares.

“I don’t want to pressure you or anything, Cleo. We can just talk if you want… No rush or anything at all,” he says but his eyes tell a different story. Blake’s gaze on me is unwavering as he watches me stalk toward him while he rambles. “I…uh…Fuck, Cleo.” He chuckles stuttering as a rush of liquid courage enables me to rub his arm.

“We could talk about the weather or…the…political state—”

“Hey, Blake…” My voice is not my own. No, this one is soft and sultry, like a siren beckoning a sailor to his doom.

I think I like it.

Blake gulps, staring down at me as he rubs his palms down the side of his pants.

“Yes?”

“Why don’t you just shut up and kiss me? '' I question with all the confidence in the world, but on the inside, my brain is going ballistic.

Before we’d left for the party, I listened to Georgia as she suggested that I take risks and let the night take me wherever. Right now, I’m not sure that I made the right decision.

What if I was reading his tone wrong earlier? What if he wasn’t flirting at all and that was just how he talks to people? Damnit, Cleo, why didn’t you think before speaking? He clearly doesn’t want to do anything like that. If he did, he wouldn’t have told me that we didn’t have to—

My body being jerked into a wall by hard muscles pulls me out of the spiral I’d successfully pulled myself in. Looking up at Blake, the air from my lungs is knocked loose as he stares down at me with a look of complete and utter lust. His light blue eyes take on the color of deep ocean waves, dark and deadly—and I’m drowning in them.

He pulls me closer; sparks are sent up my spine from where his large hand decorates the small of my back with faint traces while the other holds my cheek softly as if I were a doll.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks in the softest tone I’ve ever heard. My heart stutters as flurries flutter in the bottom of my stomach.

“Come on, creeper… You scared or—”

Soft lips interrupt my teasing remark as Blake ravishes my mouth, haughty and hungrily.

His grip on my lower back tightens as he feverishly devours me, taking my lips into his own and never giving them back. The kiss is devastating and hungry and one of the best kisses of my life.

But that’s not saying much considering I’ve only kissed five people—including Jace and Georgia.

He pulls away first, eyes dark as he rests his forehead on mine. “How do you want me, Princess?” His voice is hoarse and rough.

I’m startled when I look up at him but there’s nothing that can prepare me for what comes out of my mouth.

“On your knees with your lips on me.”

Drunk me is playing a dangerous game and I’m in the perfect mood to see where this goes.

He pauses, sharing the shock of my words with me for a second before the mischievous smirk he’d donned all night reappears. “Your wish is my command.”

Seeing a man on his knees in front of me is not what I had on my Friday night BINGO card, but I am definitely not complaining as Blake makes good on his command, pushing me against his dresser and getting down on one knee.

He looks up at me for a moment, as if he’s making sure that I want this. My breathing hitches and I don’t think as I lean down and kiss him softly, running my fingers through his soft dark waves.

I gasp as Blake lifts up my leg and places my foot on his thigh; the silver stiletto digs into his jean clad leg but he doesn’t seem to mind as he looks up at me.

His eyes drag across me slowly, as if committing this sinful image of me to memory before lightly tugging my pink laced panties to the side.

Blake groans and the sound sends shockwaves to my core as he licks his bottom lip.

“Oh, Princess, you’re killing me,” he mutters, rubbing a soft yet calloused hand around the swell of my ass.

I think that he won’t touch me at all in the way I’d anticipated but I’m proven wrong as he begins to circle my clit with his free thumb. Blake takes his time as he works me, he watches my reactions, and smirks as my back arches off the dresser. I moan as he grows in intensity, sticking a finger in.

“Mhm…” The sounds of his fingers plunging into slippery arousal surround us in this room, drowning out the massive party outside.

“I can’t wait to taste you, you sound beautiful,” he says the raunchiest thing as if it were the sweetest of melodies.

I’m not usually one for dirty talk but when it’s coming from him, I’ve become a squirming mess…and he was only two fingers deep.

“Taste me then…” I sigh as another finger slides in effortlessly.

“Trust me, Princess. I will.” He chuckles huskily, thumbing my clit as he plunges faster inside of me. My back arches as my hips rock against his palm.

I didn’t believe that he would actually put his mouth on my pussy until his gaze fully darkened. The intensity of my moans grow as I watch him become overtaken by a completely different aura. No longer was he the funny and shy man from the party. He is sexy and most of all intoxicating as he pulls me closer to him. Blake smiles up at me and proceeds to take me into his warm mouth, sucking and teasing me in the best way possible.

He plunges harder, faster into me with all three fingers as his mouth works me in ways I’ve never experienced before.

“Fuck, Blake…” I cried out clenching around him as the feeling of euphoric eroticism built larger and larger in my stomach.

“I know, Princess. I know…” His eyes held a sense of cockiness as he looked up at me, and if I hadn’t been getting devoured by the man, I might’ve just cursed him out.

Cocky asshole.

He swirled his tongue in the most unspeakable way, sucking my clit as if it were his favorite piece of candy. The warmth in my stomach grew to an all time high as he drew me in with his mouth, unwavering and unyielding to my cries of ecstasy.

“I’m gonna’… Fuck—” Before I can finish my sentence, the sound of a lock clicking pauses me. And before I know it, the door is wide open with a tall dark-skinned man, Braxton, I think, walking in with a large smile completely unaware of the scene unfolding.

“Hey B, your time is…OH— Oh my—”

“Out,” Blake commands.

Peeling myself off Blake, I shiver in embarrassment. We got caught by his friend .

Fuck me, and fuck this shit.

This is more embarrassing than when I fainted the first time I used a toy in the shower and my mom found me on the ground.

I run out of the room before Braxton can get a chance and make my way down the stairs thankful that the party is still going and that there is barely anyone on this floor.

Bum rushing the kitchen, I’m happy when I can instantly find Georgia, Darius, and Jace.

“Hey, doll, where ya’ been?” she asks, smiling brightly with a red solo cup in hand.

“No time to chat,” I rushed out turning to Darius, the only person I knew who didn't drink tonight. When Georgia had introduced us, the first thing he told me was that he wasn’t drinking in case we needed a ride. So, now was the time to take him up on his offer. “Can you give us a ride?” I ask looking over my shoulder for the confused man I just left. Seeing that Blake is nowhere near, I sigh in relief.

“Yeah, of course. Let me get my keys…”

“He seems nice!” I tell Georgia as she wraps an arm around my shoulder, she smiles down at me for a second before tilting her head at me.

“I’m going to pretend you don’t smell a little like sex right now because we’re going to get some ice cream and then, when we get home, you’re going to tell me what the fuck happened with you.”

“How about now?”

“It was no five minutes ago, and it’s still a no now.” I roll my eyes at the pouty Georgia behind me. Since we woke up this morning and decided to clean the apartment, she’s been pestering me about what did and did not happen in Blake’s room last night.

“Oh come on, CJ! You’ve given me nothing.” She groans folding another towel as Tales of a New Girl plays unwatched on our living room TV. I fight a laugh as she throws the towel at me, unfolding it.

“That's because nothing happened,” I lie, fumbling with my middle finger’s ring.

“Liar.” Sienna yawns, stalking into the apartment dressed in a large t-shirt and shorts. Her pink hair wildly pulled into a bun.

“Is everyone in here fucking beside me?!” Georgia exclaims, gawking at Sienna as she plops down on the couch looking worn out.

Sienna scoffs as if what Georgia said was an insult, grabbing the discarded towel. “I’m not fucking anyone; I spent the entire night teaching an adorable four-year-old how to do a perfect Mont de Jambe and then I crashed at the studio.” She sighs, running a hand over her face.

“A four-year-old?” Georgia furrows her eyebrows as she looks between Sienna and me.

“New job.” We say in unison as Georgia nods in acknowledgement.

The three of us are quiet for a moment, it’s calm and peaceful…and the complete opposite of Georgia Adams.

“So, did you fuck him or not, CJ? You’re giving me nothing to work with here!” Georgia groans, throwing her head back, exasperated as I smile.

“No, Georgia…I did not fuck Blake last night.” My smile grows as I look anywhere but my cousin and best friend, folding the towels quicker.

“But you did do something!” she exclaims. “So, what was it? Did you go down on him? Did he go down on you? Did you get to see—”

“Oh my God! Let the girl speak…” Sienna chuckles, throwing a towel at Georgia.

“We kissed,” I reply, my cheeks burning from the unwavering smile .

“And…” Sienna prompts, now completely interested in the conversation. I don’t even think she knows who Blake is.

“And… I may have told him I’d like to see him on his knees…” My words are out there in shy execution as my friends jump from their spots on the cream-colored couch, cheering.

“I don’t know what I wanted you to say but that was the best thing you’ve ever said.” Georgia claps as she laughs, running a hand through her blonde waves.

“You are… Oh my goodness, Cleo.” Sienna guffaws.

My skin heats as they laugh louder and harder, maybe I shouldn’t have told them. I don’t even know him like that and I’m not the type to have random hookups at college parties… Maybe I should just forget—

“Well did you come or was he not good? Come on, you can’t just leave us hanging.”

“Just know that he was talented.” I chuckle as the images of Blake on one knee for me, bringing me to the brink, replay throughout my mind.

“You are an icon, Cleo… Truly iconic,” Georgia mocks, wiping a tear from her eye.

We continue recounting details from that night with Sienna, laughing at how Georgia describes the guys’ personalities and the long game of drunk Jenga that was played. After finishing up the laundry, the three of us sit around watching TV until Georgia gasps, checking her phone.

“It’s almost 8:45.…” She says, looking between me and Sienna, receiving shrugs from the two of us. “And aren’t you supposed to be helping your dad?! I completely forgot you told me to remind you at 8.”

Oh shit…

The practice.

“Crap. Crap. Crap,” I mutter jumping off the couch to find my leggings and skates.

My dad’s only requirement for me to attend Summerfield University was to make sure I attended all home games and any practices he needed help with. As you can see, I'm already fucking up. The practice doesn’t officially start until 9:30 a.m. but I wanted to get in at least twenty minutes of ice time, especially if I'm supposed to be helping a group of D1 athletes.

Making quick work through my closet, I find a pair of pastel pink leggings as well as my pastel pink figure skates. I already had a jacket on, so there was no need for another.

“I’ll drop you off, I think there’s someone I need to meet with too.” Georgia smiles warmly, grabbing her keys from the coffee table.

Sienna pops up smoothly linking her arms in Georgia’s with a bright smile, “I’m emotional support, of course.” she grins cheekily.

I raise an eyebrow at my cousin but shrug her off. Something’s up with her, I can feel it, but there’s no time to dwell on it. Right now, I have 25 hockey players to deal with.