“You keep staring at me like that and I won’t be able to make this gentle.”
“Do I look like I’m going to break? I don’t think so, I want you inside of me … now.”
He cocks his eyebrow up at me, testing me with his stare, but I don’t back down. When he sees I’m truly serious, Luke climbs on top of the bed and presses his luscious lips to mine as he turns our bodies to lay on our sides. He skims his hands over my shoulders and around my back to unclasp my bra. With that out of the way, he cups my breasts, which are heavy and tender at his touch. He massages one breast and then the other while devouring my mouth with deep strokes of his tongue. Our tongues dance together as our bodies sing out in delight.
My body trembles before I regain my confidence and pull myself closer to him, running my fingers up his muscular tattooed arms.
I’m going to have to study these in the daylight.
His skin is hot against mine. Luke moves his hand down my stomach towards my inner thigh, lightly caressing me as he makes his way towards my sex.
He pushes my underwear to the side running his fingers through my most sensitive spot.
You can do this—give yourself to him.
“You are so wet for me. God, I want to bury myself so deep inside of you.” He rolls me onto my back and slowly trails down my body, leaving gentle kisses along his path. He stops at my hipbone to plant a kiss on my small tattoo that seems silly next to all of his.
“I love this,” he says, appreciating the small tattoo of a heartbeat rhythm—or EKG strip—that connects to a heart on my hipbone.
When he gets to my underwear, he looks back up at me with questioning eyes—he’s asking for permission and I nod at him.
“Please, don’t stop, Luke,” I beg, knowing what he’s going to do next. This is something I’ve never done before. I’ve never given myself to a man like this, so intimately. He doesn’t make me repeat myself as he rips my underwear from my body and throws it on the floor.
He brings his mouth between my thighs and blows on my clit, sending chills through my body. I arch up as he brings his sensual mouth to my nub and circles it with his tongue.
I think I see stars!
Burying my fingers in his thick hair I push him closer towards my sex, silently begging him not to stop. He sucks on my clit as he brings his finger towards my entrance and ever so slowly pushes one inside of me. I moan out in pure ecstasy.
I have never had an orgasm before; I’m a little scared of how my body will react. What will happen to me?
Again, you know how this works. Calm down. Enjoy him.
I feel myself on the verge of losing control; my legs shake as Luke sucks hard on my pussy. I close my eyes, letting my body do what comes natural. After I stop shaking, I look down at Luke who is staring up at me from between my thighs.
“God, you’re incredibly sexy,” he purrs as he makes his way back up my body.
It’s time I repay his very generous favor. Another first for me—I’m embarrassed to say I’ve never given a blowjob. Should I tell him? No, that’s even weirder.
I push Luke back on the bed and position myself straddling him. I alternate between sucks and nips as I trail my way down his chest and rippling abs. I’m now eye to … dick … with him. I start off with something I’m familiar with and stroke him up and down with my hand.
“Tell me what you like,” I say, hoping my inexperience will shine through as curiosity to please him the best I can. He doesn’t question me even if he knows.
“Run your tongue up and down it.”
Okay, I can do this. I lick my lips and then trace my tongue up and down this shaft. Once I get a little more daring, I add in my hand and gently massage his balls. I hear him make a ridiculously sexy noise, which encourages me to keep the slow and steady motion, sliding up and down his throbbing manhood.
“Stop,” he commands, pulling me away from his cock. He flips me over to position himself on top of me; I feel the dampness return between my thighs just staring at his gorgeous face.
He reaches for a condom from his dresser and positions his tip at my entrance.
“Are you okay?” he asks in all seriousness. My heart melts that he cares about how I’d feel about sex, but my pussy is begging for him at the same time.
“Yes, I want this.” I arch my hips up towards him to rub on his shaft.
And with that he thrusts his hips down and sinks into my entrance ever so slowly until my body feels adjusted to his size. I let out a breath of air as I try to relax. He doesn’t move until I lock eyes with him and nod—he needs to know that I’m okay.
With my nod, Luke starts rocking his hips back and forth. The slight pain from adjusting to his size turns into a tingling sensation and a deep pull in my stomach.
I don’t ever want this to stop. I grip onto his broad shoulders and pull him down harder into my sex. He takes my hint and works his powerful hips faster and harder. The next thing I know, Luke’s mouth is sucking on my neck, sending chills down my body. I rake my hands down his back, feeling more scars, but stop when I get to his muscular ass—I think even his muscles have muscles. I grab on.
He stops sucking on my neck and growls, “I’m going to come,” before he pumps hard into me one last time. As if my body knew it was time, I join him in an intoxicating orgasm. I’ve gone my whole life without having any to experiencing two in one night.
“What are you doing to me?” I ask as he pulls out of me and heads towards the bathroom to dispose of the condom.
He crawls back into the bed, reaching his hand out for me to hold his. I take it in mine without a second thought. We are both staring up at his ceiling, catching our breath after what feels like running a marathon.
“That’s how you should feel after sex,” Luke says pulling me into his side, “my goddess.”
I cuddle into him before we both drift off to sleep.
Chapter fourteen
Luke
14 years old
We sit together for a family dinner around the table—minus dad, of course. He is out at the bar ripping cigarettes and getting drunk beyond belief—his usual after work routine lately. Can’t say I mind one bit because that means less time he spends here making our lives a living nightmare.
Mom asks us all about our schoolwork while setting down a plate of chicken nuggets and French fries. She brushes a piece of hair out of Eric’s face and he gives her one of his goofball smiles. Eric is the clown of the family.
Lisa, Eric, and I go around the table telling mom what we are working on in school as she listens intently to every word. This would be the picture perfect Brady Bunch shit if we weren’t ignoring the fact that mom has a black eye and split lip that bleeds every time she smiles too wide.
Before we can get up from the table, we hear dad stumble into the house. Drunks are never quiet even though they think they are. He staggers his way into the small kitchen carrying a brown paper bag reeking of whiskey. Dad tries to put it on the counter and instead drops it to the laminate floor in a loud crash.
“Look what you made me do!” he shouts to no one in particular. My brother and sister look down at their plates, trying not to make eye contact with him, but I stare at him good and hard. I burn his picture into my memory—what I promise I will never fucking look like. I’m 14 years old and I know that I will never be like my dad. Ever.
He reaches into the pocket on the front of his blue T-shirt, looking for his pack of cigarettes, but comes up empty.
“Did you smoke my last cigarette?” he slurs towards the dinner table. Who the hell is he even talking to?
“No one smoked your cigarettes, Bill,” mom explains as she gets up from the table, collecting our empty plates to take towards the kitchen sink.
Dad gains super strength and smashes his fist into the stack of plates mom is carrying, sending shards of broken glass all over the floor. Mom’s hands bleed as she tries grabbing a piece of paper towel to clean herself. It doesn’t slip my attention that she
didn’t even scream or cry—she’s so goddamn used to this. I wish so very bad that weren’t the case.
Dad leaves the room and we hear our parents’ bedroom door slam shut. Did he finally give up? He’s never backed down from a fight; he usually fights it out until he passes out or tires out. But he never gives up without the last word.
Lisa, Eric, and I all jump out of our seats and rush over to mom. Lisa begins picking up all the broken plate pieces to throw in the trash as I clean up mom’s hands.
“I fucking asked you pieces of shit, did you smoke my last fucking cigarette?” Dad shouts into the kitchen and we all swing around looking towards him. That’s when panic sets in. He’s holding a gun. Lisa gasps and drops all the pieces of plate.
“Bill,” mom tries saying in a calm voice as she puts her body in front of all three of us with her arms outstretched. This has never happened before. I didn’t even know he had a gun in the house.
“Caroline,” dad says in a mocking tone, “don’t fucking protect these little shits. One of them,” he says, swinging his nine millimeter at each of us, “smoked my last cigarette. And I will find out who. No one disrespects me in my own house.”
“Bill, please put the gun down.” Mom’s voice takes a higher pitched tone.
“Come over here bitch,” dad slurs with the gun still making its rounds to point at each one of us. Mom does what he says and stands by his side. “You want to protect them? You want to teach them to lie to me?”
“No, Bill, that’s not true,” she says while standing next to dad but keeping her eyes glued on us. “They aren’t lying. You probably smoked your last cigarette; let’s leave them alone. Kids, go to your rooms.”
Dad’s eyes go from full of rage to an eerie icy glare—no emotions at all reflected in his hazel eyes that miserably reflect my own. I hate that I have his eyes.
Oddly enough, dad lets us kids pass him and we go into Lisa’s room to hide out together. But that was too easy.
That’s when we hear dad start screaming at mom. It’s the usual stuff at first about how she’s a dumb bitch, a terrible wife, a cheater and an incompetent mother—which are all drunken lies. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to him or us kids. We can’t hear mom’s replies, but I assume she’s trying to calm him down. Then I hear a blood curling scream like I’ve never heard before.
Fuck this.
I run from Lisa’s room after telling my siblings to stay back. I round the corner and I’m frozen in my tracks. Dad has mom picked up by her throat and he’s choking the life out of her—mom’s face is turning purple. I spot the gun unattended on the kitchen counter but it’s still closer to him. I don’t think dad even knows I’ve left my room.
Mom can’t take much more.
“Stop!” I scream, charging towards dad, knocking into him, and causing him to lose his grasp on mom’s neck. She falls to the floor clutching her throat. As she gasps for air, I start pounding my fists into dad’s face. I’m coming out on top until dad regains that super strength—probably from the alcohol—throwing me off his body. I slam into the kitchen wall. As I stumble to my feet, dad takes this time to grab his gun again.
Mom screams, I scream, and then the gun rings out as the first shot is fired into the kitchen.
Chapter fifteen
Waking up with the sun shining across my face, I slowly pull my eyes open. I know I’m in Luke’s bedroom but the man of the house is not here—I’m alone. Before I can stew for too long about being left by myself, Luke walks in the bedroom wearing only a pair of black basketball shorts and a gym towel wrapped around his neck. His chest and abs glisten with sweat. Seeing the tattoos covering his arms in the daylight causes me to lose my breath.
On his right arm I spot an angel wearing a long, flowing white robe. Underneath the angel there’s a woman’s name—Caroline—written large in cursive. Her face is soft and beautiful, very real looking. I don’t have it in me to ask who she is or what this is about. It’s too much, too soon. Clearly this is a tribute to someone who means a great deal to him. Enough to put her on his body for life.
Around the angel and trailing down his right arm I also spot a giant eye towards the inside of his bicep followed by an hourglass, lotus flower, and dove.
On the other arm, it’s an entirely different theme. Dark. To oppose the angel and her beautiful light on his right arm, his left showcases a grim reaper and a demon like figure. Polar opposites reflected on his skin.
Luke notices me sitting up in the bed and takes his earphones out.
“One day we are going to talk about all these tattoos,” I say. He smirks as he eyes my body, reminding me how naked I am. I pull the sheet up around my body, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious in the daylight. Luke strides over to the bed, drops the towel on the floor, and pulls the sheet away to display my bare breasts.
“Good morning, Ariana. I wanted so desperately to wake you up, but I couldn’t do it knowing how hard you work,” he says as he cups my chin, planting a deep kiss on my eager lips while taking a hand to massage my tender breast. I moan into his mouth, pushing my breast out even more, begging him with my body to keep going. “Are you sore?”
That’s a question to kill the mood.
But am I? I guess slightly between my legs, yes, but the need to have him again is overruling the aches and pains.
“I want you,” I say in my raspy morning voice, reaching my hand out towards his shorts where I find his throbbing erection.
I don’t have to ask him twice. Luke jumps in bed with me for his second workout of the day. And this time he isn’t the only one to work up a sweat.
Walking into our apartment, I trip over a stack of boxes Serena hasn’t picked up yet. No doubt stacks on stacks of designer clothes. She’s definitely got a shopping problem, but with her parents’ money footing the bill, she doesn’t seem to care. I don’t care either because the offer always stands for me to borrow any clothes I want. And sometimes I do, usually when she forces me.
I spot my roommate in the living room curled up on the couch with her laptop while some trash TV plays in the background. Flopping down on the chair opposite her, before I even say a word, she flashes me a grin and screams, “Oh my god! You got laid!”
I blush and that’s all she needs to confirm her accurate assumption.
“How did you know?”
Serena laughs and puts her laptop to the side, focusing her attention solely on me. I know she wants the dirt on the down and dirty.
“Your face is glowing. He was good, wasn’t he?” she asks. Not even waiting for my answer, she pretends to fan herself with her hand and continues her daydream. “He looks like he’d be an animal in the sack. Please tell all the details. I’m so jealous.”
Now it’s my turn to laugh.
“Get real! A lady doesn’t have sex … twice … and tell.”
Her mouth drops and then she’s flying off the couch and running into the kitchen. In a flash she’s back with a wine bottle and two glasses. “Twice? You were gone for one night. I’m so proud of you. Let’s toast.”
It’s noon on a Saturday and I have a shift tonight, but toasting to having amazing sex with Luke is just what I need. I take the glass from my roommate and we both raise them in the air.
“To hot guys,” Serena says.
“To passionate kisses,” I add, which gets a smirk out of Serena.
“To blow jobs.”
“To massive cocks.”
Serena’s eyes perk up, clearly approving of where this toast is going.
“To sex … with massive cocks.” We both giggle at that one.
“To letting your guard down and letting someone in,” I say. On that note, we click our glasses together, sipping our chilled white wine.
We continue to chat about what we’ve been up to as we finish our wine. I then excuse myself to take a much-needed shower. It’s time I wash away Luke’s delicious smell from my entire body or else I’ll be too distracted at work to save any lives—
and that sounds dangerous. Not the fun kind of a dangerous either.
While the water heats up, I hear a ding from my phone. A text from Luke—
I miss that hot ass already! What are you doing to me woman?
I smile knowing he’s had the same effect on me. Before I can second-guess myself, I snap a quick picture of the ‘hot ass’ he’s referring to and hit ‘send’ as I hop in the shower. Me sending a nude picture? Looks like we are both doing things that shock us.
The shift goes by smoothly, and I think it has something to do with me feeling like I know what the hell is going on … finally. I’m comfortable in the emergency room. The chief even complimented me on how well I handled a disgruntled family member today who was losing his cool in the middle of the waiting room. She had no idea I used to work in a restaurant when I was a teenager. It would fill up late at night with drunks—who would get in fights every chance they’d get. I learned how to master a headlock or two.
I step outside of the hospital to see Luke waiting by the curb next to an insanely hot silver Jaguar. Of course, he’s still wearing a suit, but now that I know what’s lurking under there I can’t stop picturing his muscles and tattoos.
“I didn’t know you were picking me up tonight.”
“Can’t a guy surprise his girl?” His girl? I don’t address his word choice, not wanting to draw attention to what it’s doing to me. Drenching my panties that is. “Want to grab dinner?”
“Hell yes!”
I think since meeting Luke I’ve had more decent meals than in the last eight years of med-school and residency; I’ve been living on cheap junk and energy drinks just to get me through to the next shift.
“Any place you’d like to go?” he asks. I’m surprised he doesn’t just take the lead like he normally does.
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