Capture the Moment (Moments #1)

38. Cleo

thirty-eight

Cleo

As a bright light beams down on my face, I groan, trying to shut out the light with my blanket. Fucking weighted blanket won’t —A low groan stills me in my action, I pop an eye open, looking around to gauge my surroundings. Red beady eyes and a pink sombrero meet my gaze, is that a crab in a sombrero?

Oh my God, that wasn’t a dream.

The sound of crashing waves and seagulls calling filters into my senses as I look down at my “weighted blanket”. Blake’s arm is wrapped firmly around my torso, holding me securely against him. I sigh, relieved at the sight of him beside me and I don’t ignore the sense of security that I feel either when I spin in his embrace, finally facing him.

Blake looks like a peaceful angel as he sleeps, his skin slightly tan from the mid-October sun beaming down on us. His dark brown hair lays messily across his forehead and just as I’m about to reach up to touch his face, his low, sleepy voice comes out to play.

“Take a picture,” He grumbles, both eyes still closed and I would if I could but my phone is out of reach so I opt for the next best thing and kiss him.

He holds the back of my head in place as he deepens it and I’m just about to straddle him when my phone chimes, putting a pause on our make out.

Cupid

Dude what the fuck are you doing at the beach?

Okay Cleo this is getting out of control.

Sienna and Georgia said you didn’t come home last night

Where you at chica?????

Mama you up?

I’ll meet you at the brunch spot! Don’t worry I’ll get your Pina Colada too lmao

I’m so ready to get day drunk.

WOOT WOOOTTTTT

BIRTHDAY brUNCH

BIRTHDAY brUNCHHH

Oh my fucking goodness… I push myself out of Blake’s hold, wiggling to a sitting position as I read over a few of the messages that Jace had sent.

What day is it… It can’t be the 26th already. I think, but one quick glance at today’s date has my heart dropping to the pits of hell. I jump up to my feet, stumbling a bit on shaky legs as I read over the messages from the group chat with the girls, all asking about my whereabouts.

“What is it?” Blake’s tone is startled as he looks up at me from the ground, his hair ruffled with sleep and eyes still a bit puffy.

“The brunch! Today’s Jace’s birthday brunch. Fuck!” I curse.

Every year on the Saturday before October 31st, Jace, Georgia, Sienna, and I go out for brunch to celebrate our favorite Scorpio. We’d only ever missed one brunch together, and that was last year when I couldn’t make it to Maryland because of midterms .

Blake seems to catch my drift as he lets out a low curse before scurrying to clean up our things. He’s so quick that I don’t even notice that everything is packed up until he holds a hand out to me. He makes quick work of getting us onto the road and we sit in a tense, yet comfortable silence as we ride down the highway back to campus.

The usual 45-minute trek from Summer Cove Beach to Summerfield University took 30 minutes with Blake using the back roads and smooth driving skills. It isn’t until we’re parked in front of his house that I begin to freak out again, only to be shut down by him.

“My house is closer than your apartment, Princess. Take a shower here. Then we can head over to your place to change and go to brunch from there. I think Jace was just trying to get you to be on time. I double checked the reservation and it’s set for 1:30… It’s only 10 a.m. right now. You have time.” He gives my knee a reassuring squeeze. I wrap my hand around his and sigh, smiling up at him.

If Blake hadn’t been with me, I’m pretty sure I would have spiraled for being a bad friend.

“Now, c’mon… I’ll start a nice hot shower for you and then, we can have a little talk about last night.” He says in the most soothing voice ever that I almost don't hear the end of his sentence. I tense a bit at the mention of our night on the beach, but I sigh, following him into the townhouse. I don’t regret anything .

Hell, I’d do it again if I didn’t already think that you can’t recreate perfection.

“None of the guys’ cars are out front so we should be fine getting up to my room without interruption,” Blake says, looking back at me from the front door. His reassurance puts a part of me that I didn’t know was tense, at ease, but just as I’m about to let out a deep breath, the front door swings open.

“Yeah, I’ll be back! I just have to–WHAT THE FUCK?! What the actual fuck?! You’ve got to be fucking–What the fuck?!” Jace exclaims, going through the seven stages of grief.

He has his phone up to his ear, obviously talking to someone, but immediately hangs up at the sight of us. Jace’s mouth drops so low that I imagine him catching flies as he flips his green eyes between Blake and I furiously .

“Happy birthday, best buddy!” I smile, ignoring his shocked and frozen state as I hug him, kissing his cheek.

Jace immediately recovers, wiping off my kiss with a look of pure disgust. “I don’t want your grimy Wilder lips on me, CJ. Go brush your teeth this instant!” he yells and I roll my eyes at how extra he’s being right now.

“What makes you think that we did anything? We could’ve just spent the night talking!” I shoot back, resting my hands on my hips to stand on my lies.

Jace gives me an unimpressed look, resembling a disappointing dad and all-knowing best friend. “Babe, you reek of sex and ocean water. Let’s be so serious right now.”

My mouth drops, I don't smell that damn bad. I’m about to stick with my lie and protest his absurdities when Blake sidles up to me and places a heavy arm over my shoulder. Jace’s eyes widen a fraction larger, looking us over.

“I’m gonna fucking barf. This is grosser than when we kissed,” he gags, a faint smirk hidden in his eyes as I roll my own.

“Darling, these are the best lips on the Western side of the world,” I tut, folding my arms over my chest. I look up at Blake for a semblance of backup, but eyes scream internal laughter as he remains quiet in our ‘bestie battle’.

“Sure they are, doll. Anyways, I’ve got a little minx to catch. I’ll see you later, CJ. And Wilder…don’t kill my best friend, they only made one of her in the bow-loving, donut-eating factory and I’d rather not lose the one that was gifted to me by said factory.” Jace chuckles, patting Blake’s cheek as he steps around us in the doorway, pulling down his sunshades.

I tilt my head, jaw agape at his actions as Blake and I watch Jace casually strut towards his car.

“Little minx?” I whisper as Blake scrunches his nose.

“I’m still stuck on you talking about your lips…” He sighs, gently pushing me into the house shaking his head.

“They’re divine aren’t they? I got them for free!” I tease, twirling on my heels.

The smile Blake gives me is full of amusement and light as he locks the door behind himself. We sit in silence for a few moments, taking one another in. It’s then, in the silence of one another, that I realize two things: One, Jace was right, we reek of the ocean and sex. And two, we’re the only people here.

Blake seems to realize it at the same time as me. He gently wraps his arms around my waist, but I don’t miss the small glimmer in his eyes.

“Jump,” He commands in a voice so deep and sultry it has my tummy boiling with heat.

Now, usually when a man tells me to do anything of the sort with any type of commanding tone, I’m quick to clap-back.

However , Blake Wilder is a walking wet dream and if he tells me to ‘jump’ like that, I’m asking “how fucking high?”

Immediately, I do as told, and wrap my legs around his waist with my arms around his neck. Blake’s palms fall to my ass, squeezing in a teasing manner before securely holding me against him, the action has me beaming. I try to play it cool as I look down at him, but the playful smirk he sends back up to me has me giddy like a schoolgirl girl in front of her crush.

I smile so hard, I think my cheeks are broken.

He walks me up the stairs with ease, never breaking eye contact with me as he enters his bedroom, crossing straight over to his bathroom. It’s only when he sets me down on his sink that I realize Blake’s ears are redder than a hot tamale as he sheepishly looks around.

“Can I…” He chews on his bottom lip, looking everywhere but me. His confidence suddenly replaced with that of a nervous boy.

“Can you…” I narrow my eyebrows playfully, analyzing his jittery figure.

“Can I wash your hair?”

Have I ever mentioned that my heart has grown three sizes bigger since meeting Blake? If I haven’t, then let me reiterate. My heart, like the Grinch's, has grown exponentially . Blake has the key to my heart and the lock that's used to hold it together.

I nod, unable to contain my excitement as Blake beams up at me. “Oh, Princess, I’m going to wash your hair so fucking good, you’ll want me as your personal hairstylist.” He smirks, planting a fat juicy kiss upon my lips before ducking into the cabinets under the sink to get shampoo, conditioner, and the Pineapple Pina body wash that I normally use.

“How’d you–”

“Jace left it in here, he uses it all the time. This, and a citrus one.” Blake shrugs, unknowingly filling my heart even more.

That fucker Jace loves me, I know he does.

Blake pauses a beat, watching me carefully as I look up at him. “Now, if I fuck up your hair, please don’t kill me!” he disclaims, turning on the shower and checking the temperature.

As he does so, it gives me the chance to look over the vast bathroom. There are black modernized appliances throughout the house that complimented the boys well but what stood out in the bathroom the most is Blake’s comic-themed shower curtain.

Where his room holds all of his nerdy habits discretely, his bathroom is fully decked out in all things ‘Blake’. His bathroom rug reads “Naked Babes Only”, his soap dispenser is LEGO-shaped, and he has a small cluster of movie posters in front of his toilet—all framed.

I smile at the sight of the tiny LEGOs on the top of the bathroom mirror, just as Blake whirls around, grinning at me.

“Like what you see?” he asks, a teasing lilt to his tone as I roll my eyes, shifting on the cold sink counter under me.

“What’s the story behind the LEGOs?” I question, my eyes flickering from the unfinished Eiffel Tower on Blake’s desk, just in view of the bathroom door and the Lego soap dispenser beside me.

Blake tenses momentarily before giving me a soft smile. “When I came to my parents, the only thing that I had with me was a LEGO shaped plushy and the clothes on my back.” He sighs. “My mom and dad have bought them for me ever since. We would host family building nights where we’d watch movies and just build LEGO sets for hours.” Blake chuckles as his eyes glaze over with the memories of his childhood, the bittersweet memory makes my heart yearn for the older version of him and just want to hold the child version .

No one deserves the things that Blake went through as a kid. No one. I believe that if you’re going to bring a child into the world the least you can do is give them your all. They didn’t ask to be brought here, so it’s rather selfish if you bring them into the world and treat them like trash.

Blake strides up to me slowly, and stands between my legs. He wraps his arms around my waist, squeezing it slightly before letting them rest at the swell of my ass. His eyes are an array of emotions, but the one that has my thighs tightening is one that I’m all too familiar with.

“Well, we could build something together if you want,” I suggest in a tone completely at odds with my normal one. This is a tone of pure seduction and ease.

“We can do a lot more than that.”

He smirks, looking down at me for a moment before bringing my lips to his own, sealing them with a kiss.

“Strip,” He commands, voice husky.

What’s that saying from the blue guy in the lamp? Oh… Right.

Your wish is my command.

Blake's wishing and commanding, and I’m more than willing to do what ever he wants when he looks at me like this.

As I pull his hoodie up to my waist, with the large SFU paraphernalia being the size of a mid-length dress on me, I grin as Blake helps me get it over my large array of curls.

My breasts drop from under the hoodie, Blake’s gaze darkens at the sight of them in the light of his bathroom. I realize now that this is the first time we’d seen each other naked in the light and when he proceeds to strip himself bare, my eyes nearly bulge at the sight of his taught erection.

There is no way in hell that was inside of me last night. No fucking way. Blake’s dick is bigger than the size of a goddamned Stanley cup… And for those that don’t know what size a Stanley cup is… Go google it and come back to me.

He smirks at my obvious shock from his sizing, he’s both thick in girth and large in length. I’m still in a state of shock as he picks me up from the counter, smacking my ass. The warm stinging sensation brings me back momentarily as I look up at him.

“No funny business, I swear. I just want to wash your hair.” The smirk that Blake holds is anything but innocent, so I roll my eyes at him.

Yeah fucking right.

I hop in the shower, turning my back to the spray, dousing my hair in the warm water as Blake steps in facing me.

“Let me,” he says, holding the shampoo bottle. I tense at the way he holds the bottle like he’ll use only a quarter-sized amount of shampoo on my hair and when he notices my hesitancy, he twirls me around. “I got you, Princess. I told you zero funny business. Just think of this as me trying to save water.” I can hear the smirk on his lips as he slowly massages the clarifying shampoo into my scalp.

We all know that Blake is a beast with his hands. Exhibit A: when he simultaneously fingered and ate me out when we first met. But the way that he works his fingers into my scalp, assuring that my hair is scrubbed and clean has my back arching. I moan in pleasure and he pauses, then lightly chuckles before continuing, stepping a bit closer to me.

My body reacts to him as his large length presses against the shell of my ass, and a pool of desire forms between my legs.

“Blake…”

“Yes, Princess?” His voice is strained as he twirls me around, rinsing out the shampoo in my hair.

“Please fuck me,” I blurt out. His eyes widen momentarily as he smirks.

“Oh, baby, I’ll do more than fuck you. I’m going to make you cum so hard you forget your own name.” He grins, stepping closer to me under the spray of the shower.

Blake takes my mouth into his in a kiss filled with passion and desire. His hands grope my ass, spreading and massaging my cheeks in a way that has me grinding into him.

The small laugh he tries to conceal is dark and enticing as he rubs his hard cock against my sweetness .

“You’re going to be the death of me, Cleo Jones,” he says lowly, eyes clouded with a look I can’t place as I look up at him.

“I’ll make sure you have a lovely funeral.” I smirk, pulling his mouth back to connect to mine.

The way that we mold together like a perfect set of LEGOs doesn’t pass me by as we move harmoniously in the small enclosed space.

Blake spares no time as he pushes me against the wall. He looks as if he’s about to get on his knees to eat me out but I shake my head at him.

I’ve never been one for true foreplay. Simply kissing me like you want to own me has always done the trick, so when he tilts his head in confusion, looking up at me from his knees, I smirk.

“I said I wanted you to fuck me, not tease my clit.”

He doesn’t say anything as he stands to his full height, towering down on me. Instead, he pulls my chin up to his face, devouring me inside out with only his lips.

“Lift your leg, baby”

I lift up my right leg slightly but that’s not enough for Blake. Blake takes the leg in his hand, hauling it up against his shoulder, and rams into me without warning. I cry out in both pain and pleasure as he rocks into me with unbridled passion.

“Fuck!” I cry out as he soothes me, whispering sweet nothings into my hair as our chests rise and fall against one another.

“You’re my everything, baby.” His words are sweet, soft even, but the way he picks up his pace inside of me is anything but.

Blake fucks me into oblivion, the roughness of his jerky movements completely at odds with the tenderness of his words as he sucks on the soft spots of my neck, hard.

“Oh, Blake.” I moan as his middle and ring finger eases between us, circling my clit as he rocks into me, building up the massive swirl of heat within me as he picks up his pace. A weird feeling of fullness blooms in my stomach .

“You want to cum, baby?” He asks and almost instantly, an uncontrollable feeling of a release flows out of me but it’s not an orgasm. “Shit, that’s so fucking hot,” He says looking down at the sight of me, squirting on his cock.

My mouth drops as I watch the way my body reacts to him, and the sight of my pleasure mixed with his is all that I need to see before a feeling of pure ecstasy washes over me and I finally have one of the most earth-shattering orgasms on Blake’s dick.

Blake finishes moments later, ruthlessly pumping into me before pulling out and finishing himself off.

In my post orgasm haze, I remain quiet as I watch Blake work. He kisses me deeply before cleaning the both of us up. Blake steps out of the shower, careful of getting the floor wet, kissing me one last time before getting a towel, and wrapping me in it.

“That’s one orgasm… you up for another?” he asks, tilting his head to the side as my eyes widen.

Another one?!

“Remember, Princess, I’m going to make cum so much… You’re gonna forget your name.”