Warning: Slight Explicit Content
I stared outside the lit city that is New York City in the condo. The city was busy as usual, and the people below are moving around at fast pace.
Though I've only been back a few days now, I have become more in tune with living here again.
A small smile rose on my face when I thought of Blaine and how much he's helped me get back on my feet and how that helped pave the way into the success I never thought I wanted. First, the welcome back party at my job, and then actually getting that promotion, something that excited me to no end.
My first day on the job was on Monday, but for right now, since it was Saturday, the girls and I are celebrating downstairs when the club gets pumped.
Blaine was still sleeping in our bed. He's been working non-stop to catch up on his work, and he's finally been able to relax. My attention turns to his half naked figure lying there. Like a magnet, I'm pulled towards him. I walked until I was at his side of the bed. His hair is tousled on the pillow. His chest slowly moves up and down. His left hand lightly holds the sheets just above his V-line.
You would think he was posing for a photoshoot in GQ magazine or some shit. He looks amazing in any atmosphere.
I sat on some space next to him and gently shake him to wake.
"C'mon, baby. Wake up. You're working tonight," I whispered to him. He stirred under me. I saw his eyes open slightly and a small smile appeared on his face when he sees me. He pulled me on top of him and rolled us over so that he laid right on my boobs. Shaking my head, I told him, "Nuh, uh, boy. Don't get comfortable. You have to get up."
"Five more minutes, Adri," he said sleepily. "Just a little longer."
"Fine," I sighed at him. My fingers ran through his hair and I heard his breathing even out again. I couldn't say no to him, especially when he acted this adorable.
And that's why I let him sleep for another 45 minutes as I got dressed. Showered, a short fitted black dress, and makeup later, and I was about ready. I went to my jewelry and slipped on my engagement ring. I'm wearing this pretty with pride and joy, always. Wherever I go.
My phone buzzed on the countertop. Picking it up, I saw a message from Bre in the group chat.
Group Chat To: Mickey and Adri
From: Bre
Sent at 11:27 p.m.
We're almost there. Meet you @ the bar!I slipped on my red bottom high heels that were by the kitchen. I focus back on Blaine, who was still fast asleep. This man...
Well he was the boss, I suppose. He could be as late as he wanted. But I think I have an idea to wake him up a bit. Smirking to myself, I first grabbed a sheet of paper and pen to write a note for him. I think this will have him ready to come downstairs when he reads it. When I finish, I placed the note nicely on his forehead. That way, when I make him wake up just enough, he'll notice it.
My fingers slipped under the covers, and slowly move my hand up and down around his semi erect girth. I bite my lip when a soft groan escapes his lips. He hardens under my hand, and I can't help but take off the covers and see for myself.
"You have to wake up, baby," I said softly to him as I use my other hand to massage his balls. I got a louder moan from him that time. "You'll miss all the fun if you don't."
I bend down to his hardening length and place a small kiss on the tip. Then another. And another. I had to stop myself from continuing, though I really wanted to keep going. Bre and Mickey were waiting for me.
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