Reunion: A Friends to Lovers Romance

by London Hale

  I took another step back, gave him a smile, and then I stripped. Not slow like a tease and not fast like we were in a hurry. No, I stripped like I would on any night. I pulled my shirt over my head and unhooked my bra, letting both fall to the floor. My skirt and underwear came next, pooling at my feet as Luke watched, his eyes sliding over every inch of skin as I exposed myself to him. As he stood stock-still, pure energy harnessed into his big body. Ready to explode. Waiting for the ignition switch to click.

  So I clicked it.

  “I’m here,” I said, my voice soft but firm. “I’m here, and I want you. Just you.”

  His groan made my knees shake, but his strong arms wrapping around me again held me up. Kept me safe and warm. “Jesus, Hannah. Can’t believe this is real. Can’t believe you’re giving me this beautiful body.”

  “I still can’t believe you want me.”

  He captured my mouth without another word, spinning me and laying me back on his bed. I climbed up the length of it as he watched, as he stripped for me.

  “Can’t believe I’d want you?” He shook his head as if he couldn’t believe my words. “I’ve ached for this for twelve fucking years. Twelve years. And it’s been worth every second of denial if this is my reward.” He crawled over me, his heavy cock hanging down all hard and ready. His hands finding every bit of flesh he could as he moved between my thighs. “But now you’re here, and you’re mine. And I’m not letting you go.”

  I wanted to believe him, wanted to think that we’d get our happily ever after and everything would be okay. But the reality was that this was probably a weekend fling. Something to look back on when I was alone in the city, something to cherish. And I was going to have to be okay with that.

  “Want you,” I said just before I bit down on his neck. His body jerked, his hips rubbing against my thigh. “Want to feel you inside me.”

  He ground his cock against my hip, groaning softly before rolling off to the side. “Soon, sunshine. Let me make you come first. Make you so wet you’ll be able to take my cock.”

  His fingers were soft and seeking as they slid to where I was swollen for him. He teased me with gentle strokes and easy flicks before ramping up the motions. Harder, faster, working his thumb over my clit as he plunged two fingers inside. I arched and bit my lip, writhing under him. Pinned in place by his weight on one side. That only added heat to the moment.

  Something about knowing it was Luke on top of me, about watching those eyes flick between mine and where his hand disappeared between us, made everything burn that much brighter. He wasn’t the man I should have been with, but I couldn’t resist him. And to be honest, I didn’t want to try.

  Luke was thorough in his attention, such a giver. He lapped at my nipples, tugging the hardened flesh between his teeth as he added a third finger inside of me. The pull, the tiny bit of pain, the tight stretch of him filling me—it was all too much. I came with a quiet yelp, Luke covering my mouth with his to silence the worst of it as my body locked down. I was fine with that—I kissed him deeply, shaking underneath him, stroking his tongue with mine to keep us connected. And when he finally broke away, when he trailed his lips along my jaw, I whispered his name like a chant, unable not to claw at his shoulders, to try to pull him closer.

  He moved back up and kissed me again, sliding his tongue against mine in a desperate sort of pace. He was so turned on, so ready for me. That desire in him was another turn-on, and I longed to make him mine. To feel him move inside of me. To make him come with my body alone.

  So I pushed him over and rolled with him, wrapping my legs around his hips as I bit down on his bottom lip. Sitting on his hips as I dragged my lips to his ear and whispered, “It’s your turn to scream my name.”

  Over the past twelve years, I’d had hundreds of dreams that’d played out just like this. Hannah ending up under or over me, naked and willing. Wanting. Her lips whispering my name, her nails scratching down my back, her legs spread just for me. She’d been the star of my teenage wet dreams…was still the star even a decade later. But my fantasies hadn’t quite gotten it right. Before this morning, I didn’t know she had a tiny birthmark on her inner thigh. Could never have predicted the exact sound of her moans when she came. Couldn’t have known how amazing she’d taste, how perfect she’d feel. How desperate but reluctant she’d be…

  She was the most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen, and she somehow didn’t see it. That asshole stepbrother of mine had obviously done a number on her, making her question everything about herself. Making her shy and hesitant, uncomfortable in her own skin. I hated it, hated him.

  I shoved those thoughts away, not wanting to think about them together. Every shitty thing he’d ever done to her just meant I’d work that much harder to show her how beautiful she was, how amazing, how lucky I was that she’d chosen me. I’d spend every day for months reminding her, if she’d let me. And since she was here, naked and in my bed, I took that as a good sign that she wanted this just as much as I did. Wanted to hear me scream her name.

  I cupped the back of her head, pulling her face toward me and capturing her bottom lip between my teeth, giving a quick tug. “Before we get to me, I need another taste.” With my hands on her ass, I guided her up my body, getting her as far as my stomach before she froze.

  She pushed against my chest, sitting back and giving me an amazing view of her tits. “Another taste of what?”

  I smiled, slipping my hand between us and not stopping until I reached her pussy. As soon as my fingers hit her clit, she groaned, dropping her head down between her shoulders, her hair tickling my chest.

  “This,” I said, pulling my hand back and sucking my fingers into my mouth as I hummed. “Jesus, you taste good. I could eat you for every meal and still not get enough.”

  “You don’t have to do that. I know it’s not…anyone’s favorite thing.”

  “You think I don’t like it? My reaction should be pretty obvious, sunshine.” Even though she sat too far up on my stomach for contact, my cock still reached for her, the tip weeping. “Go ahead and feel. Feel how hard the taste of you makes me. See how much I want you to sit on my face so I can lick you all up.”

  Without hesitation, she did as I suggested, slipping her hand behind her until those dainty fingers wrapped around my cock. I groaned, my eyes fluttering closed before I snapped them open, wanting to see her face the first time she touched me. Her eyes were wide, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she stroked from root to tip, feeling me, studying me…

  “Hard as fuck, all because of you.” I thrust my hips into her fist, reaching up to cup one of her breasts, the position she was in pushing them toward me. But they were too far away. I wanted them in my mouth. Wanted to memorize every fucking inch of her with just my tongue.

  “C’mere.” I tugged her down, bringing her nipple straight to me so I could engulf it in my mouth. She moaned, her hand slipping higher on my cock, her fist just around the head as I lapped at her tits, trying not to go off as she gave me a clumsy hand job.

  With a hand firm on her ass, I guided her lower body higher until I finally had to relinquish my hold on those beautiful breasts. Until she was sitting high on my chest, so near where I wanted her to be. Close but not nearly close enough.

  Before I could scoot her up any farther, she released my cock and settled her hands between her legs, blocking my view of her pussy. “What do you think you’re doing here?”

  “Trying to get a taste.” I shot her a grin, squeezing her ass. “Why don’t you come on up here and ride my face?”

  She shook her head, her face flaming. “I’ve never— I can’t—”

  “You can. Just forget about what I’m doing. Stroke my cock. You wanted to make me scream your name, remember?”

  “Luke,” she said, her voice almost a whine. Frustrated. And turned the hell on, if the slow rocking of her hips was any indication. “Not like this. I want you inside me.”

  “Oh, sunshine, it’d take a force of God
to keep me from burying myself in your pussy. But first, I need to get you soaking wet so you can take my cock.” I slid a hand up the inside of her thigh, bypassing her blocking hands, and ran a single finger through her slit. “Come up here and let me.”

  Hands braced on my chest, she bit her lip, uncertainty written all over her face even as she rocked against my circling finger. She wanted something more, and I was happy to give it to her.

  “If you don’t like it this way, we can stop. Anytime you want. Promise.” I raised an eyebrow and waited for her to decide. Trying to mask how desperately I wanted my tongue on her again. Because, in the end, it was her decision, and I needed her to pick it because she wanted it, not just because I did.

  Finally, she gave a stilted nod. “But I don’t know what I’m doing. You’re going to have to show me.”

  With a grin, I rubbed circles around her clit and coaxed her higher with one hand on her ass. Guided her until her knees were on either side of my head, and she held herself above me, her pussy open and swollen and wet. Just inches from my face, and so fucking obscene. Obscene and begging for my tongue. “Reach back and stroke my cock.”

  She immediately did as I said, arching her back to grab my cock, the position only spreading her wider. Offering up more of her to me.

  “Jesus, Hannah. You’ve got the prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen, you know that? C’mere and let me have another taste.”

  She shuddered over me as she pumped me in slow, fumbling strokes. “I don’t know…” she breathed, shaking her head. “I don’t think I can—”

  “You know what I think?” I asked, the scent of her arousal so close it made my mouth water. “I think you’ll be riding my tongue in two minutes flat.”

  And then I anchored her with my hands on her waist and lifted my head toward her, taking a long swipe through her slit with my tongue. “Mmm…love how you taste. Love how wet you get for me.” I suctioned her clit between my lips, flicking against it with my tongue. Remembering what had gotten her off in the boathouse, but wanting to try other things too. Wanting to try everything with her.

  “Oh God…” She relaxed in increments, her body growing pliant under my hands as she lowered herself by centimeters and started rocking her hips against my mouth, her grip on my cock clumsy and stuttered. My two-minute estimate was off by a whole fucking lot.

  I hummed against her, loving how much she was getting into this, despite her initial hesitation. She moaned in response, quickly cutting the sound off by pressing her lips together as she shot a worried look toward the door. Toward the sounds going on beyond it—Aaron and Jessica and Barry talking downstairs, their voices carrying up the steps. Then she looked down at me, all the while still rocking against my mouth, still pressing her pussy to me, silently begging me not to stop. Maybe the thought of getting caught turned my girl on…

  Gripping her ass in my hands, I held her tight to me. Wanting her closer, wanting to devour her. After so long of being deprived of her, I couldn’t get enough. Would never get enough. Not when it came to Hannah.

  Before long, she let go of my cock to grip the headboard, rocking over my face with abandon. Her whimpers telling me just how close she was to her release. I let my fingers trail between her cheeks, not breaching her back entrance, but keeping a teasing presence there. She shivered, her eyes wide as she bit her lip and looked down at me. Like she wasn’t sure she should like that. Like she wasn’t sure she was supposed to.

  Fuck that.

  Not wanting her to question anything that felt good, I let my fingers press a little harder and sucked her clit between my lips. She shuddered over me, a sharp cry leaving her lips before she stifled it with the back of her hand. And then she was coming all over my face, her hand gripping in my hair, hips rolling.

  As long as I lived, I would never get enough of feeling and seeing Hannah come.

  I didn’t even let her ride out her orgasm before I had her flipped over on the bed, too desperate to feel her around me. Fucking finally. In two seconds flat, I had on the condom I’d set out earlier in hopeful anticipation and had her parted legs hooked over my elbows so she was spread open and waiting. Ready.

  And then I pushed into the most perfect heaven I’d ever felt.

  “Jesus Christ, Hannah.” I groaned, dropping my head and willing myself patience. Forcing myself to pause and let her get used to me, even though only the head of my cock sat nestled inside her tight pussy.

  “Luke—” She gasped as I pressed farther into her, working so desperately to go slow.

  Hannah was petite under normal circumstances, but compared to me, she was fucking tiny. If I rammed my cock into her like I wanted to, I’d only hurt her, despite the fact that her wetness still coated my mouth, made the insides of her thighs shiny. I watched where she was open wide around me, taking my cock inch by inch, her moans spurring me on, until finally, finally, she took everything I gave her.

  “Holy fuck, I never thought—” I shook my head, the reality of being with her so much better than even my best fantasies. I pulled back nearly all the way, holding still until just the tip sat inside, and then I pushed deep, groaning as I watched her pussy swallow my cock. “You feel so fucking good. How is this real?”

  “I don’t know, but please don’t stop.”

  “Never.” Abandoning the view of her spread around my cock, I braced myself on the mattress and leaned over her, capturing her mouth in a kiss, needing her lips on mine. She reached up, cupping my face as she met my tongue stroke for stroke, groaning as she tasted herself on me.

  “Told you,” I whispered against her. “Best dessert I’ve ever had.”

  “Luke—” She broke off on a moan as her pussy fluttered around me, her hands clutching me to her. “So close.”

  “Yeah, you are. I can feel you. Jesus, your pussy squeezes my cock so tight.” I rolled my hips, grinding against her clit with every pass, desperate to feel her come around me. Desperate to finally let myself go.

  “I’m—” With a whimper, she dug her nails into my ass, keeping me seated deep inside her as she rocked her hips against me. “I think I’m going to come.”

  “You gonna be quiet for me so we don’t get caught?” I nuzzled her neck, capturing her earlobe between my teeth while grinding my hips against hers. “Or do you like that idea? Like the thought of him walking in and seeing how a real man treats this perfect little pussy? So we can show him how you drip down my chin and soak my cock?”

  “Oh God.” Hannah arched her back and gasped, her entire body going taut before she moaned low and deep, the sound barely caught between my lips as she came around me. Unable to wait another second, I pumped into her with fast strokes, desperate to come. To go off inside her after twelve long years of only dreaming about it.

  “Fuuuuck,” I groaned into her mouth, thrusting as deep as I could, a full-body shudder working its way through my limbs as my release claimed me.

  “We should have done this years ago.” Hannah’s fingers traced soft lines up and down my back as I struggled to hold myself above her, trying to remember how to fucking breathe. Jesus, it’d never been like this before. Ever. Somehow, I knew it’d be different with her, but this… This, I hadn’t been expecting.

  As much as I wanted to pump into her again, my cock already getting ideas of going once more, I gripped the base and pulled out, discarding the condom in the wastebasket by the bed. And then I collapsed on my back, immediately tucking her into my side with my hand firm on her ass. She came without hesitation, snuggling in and resting her face on my chest, her leg hooked over mine.

  Perfection.

  Well, almost. There was the tiny detail of her being my brother’s…girlfriend? Ex-girlfriend? I didn’t know. It was something we needed to discuss, something we needed to figure out together. Real life would creep in eventually, but for that moment, I was content with Hannah in my arms, her fingers trailing up and down my chest, her satisfied breaths against my skin. Her cheek puffing against me as she smile
d.

  The woman in the bathroom mirror couldn’t be me. Her smile was too big, her cheeks too rosy, and her hair was an absolute mess. Totally not me, and yet…

  I pinched my cheek, trying hard to rein in my grin. Failing miserably because of the man waiting in the other room for me to come back to bed. Luke. He’d blown into my life just like the storm still raging outside, knocking everything out of whack and turning the world slightly upside down. Had I really had three orgasms in his bed? Had I honestly knelt over his face so he could…

  I couldn’t think about what he’d done without my cheeks flushing pinker and my pussy growing wet again. The man was amazing. And very possibly someone who wanted to be a part of my life.

  Before I could even let my brain begin to deal with the complications of how that would work, Luke was behind me. Still naked. Still so handsome it hurt.

  “I don’t know why you’re in here when you could be in bed. With me.”

  I leaned back into his arms, letting his warmth surround me. Forgetting for the moment all the logistics of him having a business in Temperance Falls and me living over two hours inland. “I was distracted by the awful bird’s nest on my head. What did you do to my hair?”

  “You’re beautiful.” He leaned down to bite along my neck, his hands coming up to grip and knead my breasts. His hips rolling into mine and proving how hard he was for me already. “And in case you forgot, I’m happy to show you again just how good I can treat this pussy.”

  “Again?” But he didn’t answer me with words. No, Luke kicked my legs apart and bent me over the vanity, sliding a hand between us as he did.

  “Again and again and again, as long as I’ve got breath, sunshine.”

  His fingers were so thick inside me as his thumb rolled over my clit. Less than a minute, and the man had me panting, arching, and writhing underneath him. It was as if he knew every one of my buttons, as if he’d somehow studied exactly how to get me off. He kept his eyes on me the entire time, kept his hand moving, teasing, thrusting inside of me until I came with a quiet groan right there against the counter.