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On The Road Again	By : BlissGirl4Life Category: Reality TV > American Idol/Pop Idol Views: 1892 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2: So Insatiable
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The rest of my time at Chris’ place went fine. I hadn’t known whether to be freaked out or turned on by his mother almost walking in on us in a compromising position. I was a little bit of both I guess.

The next day, he took me to meet the rest of his friends, who were all very nice. We went sightseeing with two of his friends. I kind of wished it would have been just the two of us, but I understood that he was just eager to show me off to his friends. I can’t say I blame him. Ha!
Anyway, I did get some alone time with him, for we went to a late night movie. I don’t remember much about it though, for he and I were too busy making out to notice much of anything else. Thank God for dark theaters, right?
The final day there, we spent all day with his family. Well, Chris and I did get to shop together alone at the mall, but they met up with us for lunch and a movie. This one we paid attention to, but only because we had to. I suppose it was a good movie though.
At night, we had a nice picnic at the park with his parents. At one point, Chris and I went for a walk through the woodsy area of the park, and were able to find a nice secluded spot. No one was around, and we were out of his parents’ view, so we were able to hold hands and then each other as we kissed underneath the stars. I wished the moment never had to end, but it did. We had to get back to his parents before they went looking for us. Besides, if we had continued on, they would find a whole lot more than they bargained for when they found us.
In case you’re wondering, we did sleep together one more time. It was when Chris’ father was at work, and his mother had gone out to get groceries for the night’s dinner. He made love to me this time, wanting to make love to me on his bed in his room. He was much for carefree and in the mood once we were alone. I was very happy about that.
I was actually disappointed when it was time to head back. It was a complete turn around from when I had first gotten there and wanted to leave. Chesapeake, Virginia wasn’t so bad after all. Or maybe it was just Chris. Regardless, I was sad to go, and promised Chris and his parents that it wouldn’t be the last visit I made there.
And so it was off to my own hometown with Chris. We were leaving together, and I just couldn’t wait to show him Bothell. I knew he would love it—almost as much as he loved me. Ha!
B∞C

I said goodbye to my parents, and then left for the airport with Blake. We were going to his hometown of Bothell, Washington now, and then we would fly out to LA, for we had tickets to an Elliot Yamin concert there. We also planned on going to Vegas for a few days. After that, it would be the tour rehearsals. I was kind of sad knowing I wouldn’t be seeing my parents for a while, but I knew I’d see them when our tour stopped there.

The fun started right from the plane ride actually.
It all started off normal. Once we were checked in, and once our flight had been called, we were on the plane. It took off five minutes after we boarded.
“I can hardly wait to bring you home. I’m going to introduce you to all my friends, and we can hang out with Kristi and Andrea,” Blake said, referring to his best female friends.
I nodded. I liked them both a lot. They had come to hang out with us when we were still on the show. They were very sweet girls. “Sounds good!” I smiled, and then took out my magazine that I had brought along to entertain me on the plane. I could see Blake watching me through the corner of his eye.
“I’m bored,” he announced.
I smirked. “You should have brought a magazine or book along like I did.”
“I hate reading.”
“Well then you should have brought something else to do. What about you headphones? We have four hours. You’ll have to come up with something to do,” I informed him.
Blake was quite for a moment. Then he turned to me and grinned. “I’d like to do you. Are you a member of the mile-high club?”
I ceased my reading about Angelina and Brad’s new baby, and turned my attention back to Blake. “No, are you?”
He grinned. No, but I’d like to be. I always wanted to be.”
I licked my lips. “It seems a little bit risky for my taste.”
“Well I’m bored, and the king of risk. Dating me, you’re going to have to get used to risks,” he said, his voice a sexy purr in my ear. He looked around, I guessed to make sure that no one was paying attention to us, and when he was sure they weren’t, he began massaging me over the crotch of my pants.
“Blake, what are you doing?” I asked, my voice low.
“I’m just trying to convince you to take a risk, that’s all. Is it working?” He was practically purring in my ear, and that mixed with his hand was making it very hard for me to think of anything but taking that risk.
“It’s might be.”
“Please, just this once? Though I think once we do it, we’ll want to more and more…”
I stifled a moan and set my magazine in the pocket in front of my chair. “All right, I give up. But it’s my turn to be on top or behind, whichever way you look at it.” I grinned.
He grinned. “I hope you don’t mind, but I took your lube and condoms and put them in my bag.” He patted his hideous orange-red bag that to me always looked like woman’s purse. He had bad taste in certain clothes; that was for sure.
I smiled, and shook my head. “Why am I not surprised?”
“I’ll head in first and leave the door open. Follow after thirty seconds,” he ordered.
I nodded, and stayed in my seat as Blake headed to the bathrooms in the back.
I hoped we didn’t get caught. Almost getting caught by my mother was enough of embarrassment for me for a very long while, thank you.
B∞C

I headed into the bathroom, and then watched my watch, waiting for the second had to tick thirty times. It ticked thirty-five times before Chris finally joined me.
“What took you so long?” I asked as he locked the door behind him.
“I came after thirty seconds,” he said.
“It was thirty five,” I corrected.
“Do you want me or not?” he asked, pulling me close.
“Want. I definitely want,” I said.
We kissed for a brief moment, before breaking the kisses.
“All right, so how should we do this? We don’t exactly have much room in here,” Chris said.
“Could you please act a little more into it?” I asked. He wasn’t being very spontaneous at the moment.
“I only asked a question. I need to know so that I can give you exactly what you need. Actually, what we both need.”
I smiled. “That’s better. “Well, we should start with you getting out of these…” I undid his belt, and pulled his pants and boxers down, allowing them to drop to his ankles. “And this.” I pulled off his shirt, and let it drop to the floor.
“Ew, I don’t want my shirt on that germ-infested floor!” he complained.
I smirked. “Would you rather I set it on the toilet?”
“Smart ass.” He pulled off my shirt, and tossed it onto the floor with his. “How do you like it?”
I smiled. “As long as it gets you inside me, I really don’t give a damn.”
Chris’ eyes darkened, and he began undoing my belt and pants. Apparently my words had turned him on. Good.
Once my pants were down around my ankles, I took my bag and pulled out the supplies we needed.
Chris took the lubricant, and then turned me around.
I smiled and undid a condom, placing it on myself, for it wouldn’t do to come all over the sink. I then hissed as I felt the first of Chris’ fingers enter me.
“Yes…” I placed my hands on top of the sink to hold myself steady.
Soon Chris let another finger, and then finally another inside of me. I bit my lip, stifling a moan as he worked them in and out of me, preparing me for something much bigger and better.
When he finished, he coated his own erection, and placed it at my entrance.
“Come on. What are you waiting for?” I asked, so eager to feel him inside of me and to finally be able to say that I was a member of the mile-high club.
“Nothing, Mr. Impatient,” he murmured right against my ear. He nipped at the lobe as he slowly entered me from behind.
I cursed instantly. “Yes, Chris….”
“Mm, you feel so incredible. It’s as if being on a plane makes it feel even better,” he murmured after letting out a curse word of his own.
I grinned. “It’s the excitement of not wanting to get caught.”
Before I knew it, he was fully inside of me.
“Good, baby?” he asked.
I licked my lips and nodded. “You better believe it!”
He kissed down the side of my neck, nipping it a few times.
“Be careful. Remember, we’re going to see my parents. They can’t see a hickey on my neck when you’re the only one I’ve been with these past couple of days,” I warned.
“You’re no fun,” Chris said.
I smiled. “I can be.”
He moaned, and began his rhythm inside of me.
“Gosh, yes….” I said, instantly feeling the pleasure surge through me. He hadn’t waited to hit my prostate. No, instead of waiting until after a few strokes as he usually did, he hit it dead on with the first thrust, and then second, and third, and fourth… He was driving me insane. “Chris, I’m not going to last if you keep it up,” I warned,
“The whole idea is you make you not last, isn’t it?” He asked. “Besides, were on a plane, and other people are going to start complain that we’re in here so long. We have to make it quick,” he murmured.
I closed my eyes and threw my head back, kissing Chris when I felt his lips on mine.
“You feel so good,” he whispered in my ear as he pulled me even closer to him, and began making his thrusts firmer.
Nothing more was said. All that filled the bathroom were our moans, which we were trying our very best to keep low, for fear of someone who recognized us hearing.
Finally, I received my climax, and after a couple more thrusts and a drawn out groan, Chris came as well.
I quietly, well, as quietly as I could, cried out Chris’ name, and he cried out mine with his mouth buried against my neck.
He kissed my neck, and then turned me around. We kissed on the lips.
“Mm, I love you. Thank you for inducting me into the mile-high club.” I grinned.
He grinned too. “Thank you for inducting me. And you know I love you.” We kissed some more, and then Chris began to redress. I did too after removing my condom and placing it in the garbage can. I also tucked the lubricant back into my bag.
Once we were both fully dressed again, and once we had checked to make sure that we were presentable, we left the bathroom. No one seemed to notice us, thankfully. Well, no one except this one stewardess. I was sure that she was looking at us with a knowing smirk. Pervert.
B∞C

When our flight arrived in Seattle, Dinah and Dallas, Blake’s parents, were there to pick us up and drive us to Bothell. I was paranoid that they would be able to tell somehow what Blake and I had done on the plane. I was glad that he had gotten me to do it though. It had excited me more than I had thought it would. Plus I enjoyed knowing that I was no a member of the mile-high club.
“Did you have a nice flight?” Dinah asked.
Blake grinned. “You have no idea.”
I blushed, wanting to badly to kindly tell him to shut up. They were going to suspect.
“Welcome to Washington, Chris! I’m so glad you could make it! Did you guys have fun in Virginia?” Dallas asked, patting me on the back.
I blushed. If he only knew… “Thank you. Yes, it was a lot of fun! I was s happy to have him, and my mother was really happy because she got to cook for someone other than me and my dad.”
Dallas chuckled. “I wish Dinah could cook. She can’t even cook a hot dog. We’ll be eating out during your stay here.”
Dinah swatted her husband. “I don’t see you cooking, you big ox.”
Dallas laughed. “I’m just saying! I still love you.”
Dinah rolled her eyes. She hugged Blake, and then me. “I’m glad you boys had a safe and nice flight. Now let’s get you home to unpack. We can go out to dinner then.” She glared at her husband, who smiled, apparently amused.
I grinned. I loved Blake’s parents. They were funny, and just great all around. They would sure make great in-laws. I smiled at Blake, who smiled at me. He walked so close to me on the way to the baggage claim that our hands occasionally brushed. I knew he made it that way on purpose. I also could definitely see Blake as my husband. After all, there was no one else I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

When we arrived at Blake’s home, Blake brought my bags in like I had brought his in at my place.
“What about that hotel you wanted to stay in?” I asked him with a grin.
“Shut up,” he growled.
I grinned. There had been a slight tiff between him and his mother in the car on the way there. I thought back to it.
“So, could you drop us off at the Radisson or wherever? Chris and I are just going to stay in a hotel,” he had asked.
“No you’re not. You’re staying at home. There’s no reason for you to stay at a hotel. We have plenty of room,” Dinah said nonchalantly.
“But Mom, we just want to be able to hang out and chill. We don’t need parental supervision.”
“Don’t talk to me that way.”
“I’m not! I am just saying. I don’t mean any disrespect.”
“We’re not going to hound over you and Chris. Don’t worry. I thought you wanted to show him your home.”
“I do, but it doesn’t mean we have to sleep there.”
“You’re staying at home. It’s not up for discussion. It’s not going to kill you to spend four days with your parents. We want to see Chris too you know. And before you say anything, yes, I know you want your privacy. You’ll have it.”
“But mom!”
“Blake Collin Lewis, not another word about it, you hear?”
“Yes, mommy.”
I almost laughed out loud at the memory. Blake’s tone when calling her “mommy” was very clear. He wasn’t saying it in a smart ass way. No. He actually sounded intimidated by her.
I turned to Blake and grinned. “Mommy?”
“Not a word, Christopher Michael Richardson.”
“Yes, Blakey,” I said, imitating Blake’s intimidated tone from earlier.
Blake glared at me.
I kissed his cheek. “Show me your bedroom?”
Blake nodded, and brought me to his bedroom. He had a double bed, a computer desk with computer and lava lamp on it, a couple of dressers, and a stereo system. On his walls were posters of various bands that he liked as well as a Seattle skyline poster. He also had a few framed photos setting around of him and his friends—some from the show, and some not from the show. His musical equipment was all lined up on one side of his room.
As I walked towards the bed, I smiled at the photo he had in the frame that was resting on the shelf of his headboard. It was a picture of the two of us with our arms around each other, taken from the first day we met.
“It makes me smile every time I look at it. When auditioning for American Idol, I never would have thought I’d meet my best friend, let alone soul mate,” Blake said when he noticed me looking.
I smiled. I got up and walked over to the door. I shut it, then walked back over to Blake and pulled him in for kiss so passionate that he literally had to sit down on the bed afterwards.
“Well now I’m hard, Richie. You’re going to have to do something about that,” Blake said to me.
I smiled. “What about your parents?”
Blake shrugged. “Lock the door.”
I did as told, then got onto the bed with him. “Do you want me inside?” I asked. “Or do you want to be inside of me?”
Blake licked his lips. “I want to make love to you on my bed in my room. “
I grinned. “Does that turn you on?” I kissed down his neck, nipping a little at the skin despite his earlier warnings.
“Is your bag in here?” I asked.
Blake nodded. He got off the bed to retrieve it, and I began to undress. I wasn’t at all nervous about being walked in on this time. I guess the door being locked made me feel better.
Blake found his bag, and took out what we needed. He smiled when he found me lying naked on my back on the bed for him.
“Good boy,” he purred, beginning to take his own clothes off.
We knew we had to be quick, so his preparation of me was quick but thorough. He was inside me before I knew it. He took it slow, and gave me time to adjust after being fully inside of me, but then all bets were off. He suddenly became very dominant and demanding, and I loved every moment of it. I knew that this just might be the best sex we’ve ever had.

B∞C

I held Chris’ hands down as I took him hard and fast. I nipped at his neck, giving him the tiniest hint of a hickey. I knew it wouldn’t be noticeable though. I made it low enough down to be covered by any shirt he wore anyway. I made sure to hit his prostate every single time as he had done for me earlier, and his moans were bringing me so close to the edge. I loved making love to him in my room and on my bed. It was so erotic, and I just wanted to do it again ad again. I planned on it too. We had four whole days after all. That was one more day than I had had at Chris’ place.
When he came, he used a pillow to muffle his cries, but he clearly cried my name out. That was enough to make me lose it deep inside of him. Hearing him call out my name in pleasure always pushed me past my limit. I kissed him deeply to muffle my cries of his name.
I pulled out, and removed his condom for him. I had to admit, wearing a condom simply to keep the sheets clean was a stroke of genius. I gently slipped out of him and got up to throw the condom in the trash. I took a few blank pieces of paper from my computer desk, crumpled them up, and threw them on top to keep the condom out of view from my mother. Finally, I got onto the bed with Chris again and kissed him deeply.
He lazily wrapped his arms around me, and we kissed some more.
“Love you,” he murmured, gently stroking my cheek after a particularly good kiss.
I nuzzled his neck with my nose. “And I love you.” I licked my lips. “I wanna make you come again.”
“Blake, you are insatiable,” he said.
“Are you complaining? I asked with a grin.
“No,” he said simply.
I knew we wouldn’t have time to have sex again, so I settled for taking him into my mouth instead.
“Mm, yes…” He placed his right hand over the back of my head and began gently coaxing my mouth down further onto him.
I smiled, and took him completely down. I left nothing left to be swallowed, causing him to swear against the pillow.
I worked my mouth up and down over him, all the while fondling his balls.
More cuss words were muffled against the pillow as I continued to suck and fondle him. I brought my mouth off him just so I could lick over the head. I did just that, and then began a slow and circular motion, causing him to whimper. He was close. I could feel it.
I swallowed him whole again, all the while giving his balls an ever so gentle squeeze.
His cries were not quite as muffled this time as he screamed my name and swore, spilling his passion in my mouth.
I moaned, making his hips jerk upward. I smiled against his cock, and gently pushed his hips down, as I drank down all he had to offer.
I finally let him slip from my mouth, and licked my lips. I loved his taste.
He pulled me up towards him, and we kissed.
“Thank you,” he said.
“I was glad to do it,” I replied, kissing him again.
Reluctantly, we began to dress then. We knew that my mother would be calling us soon, wondering what was taking so long just to unpack.
We finished dressing, and then put Chris’ things in an empty drawer of mine.
Finally, I unlocked the door, and we went downstairs.
My mother smiled when we came down. “There you boys are. Your father is on the phone. As soon as he hangs up, we can go out to dinner. Blake, what is that on your mouth?” She looked disturbed.
“What?” I asked. I brought my hand to my mouth, and felt something sticky. Oh no. Please no! I thought. I looked at my hand and nearly died. Apparently I had missed a spot when licking my face clean after sucking Chris off. I wanted to be shot right then on the spot. It would be a whole lot less painless then trying to explain my way out of this one!
B∞C

“Oh, it’s marshmallow.” I was surprised at how quickly the lie came to me. “I bought us some marshmallow candy to eat on the plane, and I forgot that I had it. I put the package in my pants pocket, and it kind of melted a little on the way here. We ate it right before coming downstairs.”
Blake looked more relieved than he did when he found out that his fugly mushroom hat was under his bed the whole time, and not lost for good.
“Oh. Well I hope you guys didn’t ruin your appetites,” Dinah said, handing Blake a wet paper towel.
Blake thanked her, and used it to wipe his mouth and hand clean before tossing it into the trash.
“Na. Neither one of us had much to eat today. We just needed something to hold us off,” I assured her.
“Yeah. You know me, mom. I can eat a lot,” Blake said, finally finding his voice again.
Dinah smiled. “Well I know that’s true.” She turned to me. “He once ate a whole bag of chips followed by a whole gallon of ice cream. Then he had two helpings of his aunt’s lasagna. He never got sick.”
“You animal!” I teased Blake, playfully swatting his arm.
Blake grinned at me, and raised his eyebrows up and down. “Don’t you know it!”
I blushed. I somehow had a feeling that Blake wasn’t quite done being insatiable yet, despite his close encounter of being caught.
“We’re even. I saved you from being caught at your house, and you saved me from being caught at my house. But I still want to have thank you sex,” he purred in my ear after Dinah left the room to see if Dallas was off the phone yet.
I grinned, and shook my head. Some things never changed, and I was very glad that Blake was one of those things.
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