I heard the gasp from the doorway. My eyes darted open and, looking over Luke's shoulder, gazed in horror at the waitress, her eyes wide, her mouth opened in an “O” of surprise as she looked at where I lay on the table, Luke half covering me with his own body. I could imagine the look on my own face, but then the waitress just giggled, backed away, and closed the door. I scrambled to the side, off the table, gently shoving Luke off of me.
"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh," was all I could mutter as I rolled onto the floor and then my knees in abject embarrassment. To my surprise, Luke only smiled and tilted his head toward the door.
"Don't worry about her, she won't tell anyone," he assured. "She's a friend of mine."
I stared at Luke, and then glanced at the door, trying to rearrange my shirt to make sure that I looked presentable. My blood raced through my veins. "Luke, I-"
"Come on," he said, standing and reaching for his jacket, lying on the floor nearby. "Let's go for a ride."
My privates were on fire, my breasts tingling still from the sensations his hands had elicited on my tender flesh, my blood throbbing with desire, but I knew this was not the time or the place. I wasn't sure if I should go with him anywhere, especially in the state I was in. Then I reminded myself again – where's your sense of adventure, Jessica?
Chapter 7
I was already hot with sexual tension and the vibration of the bike underneath me did nothing to soothe my zinging nerves. It had grown dark outside while we ate. I wasn't sure were going, and at this point I didn't care. I just enjoyed the sensation of the bike rumbling beneath me, the feel of Luke’s hips against the inside of my thighs, and his warmth as I pressed myself close to his back, my arms wrapped tightly around his waist. I still wore the sunglasses, just because I was afraid of getting a bug in my eye. With the streetlights, it wasn’t hard to see. Before long, we made our way out of the city streets and into a more rural area. Finally, as we headed off up into the hills, he pulled over into an overlook. It was gorgeous, quiet, dark, and private.
"I thought you might like the view from up here," he commented as he shut down the bike.
I climbed off the bike and he followed suit. I pulled off my helmet and he did the same, and we both placed the helmets on the seat of the bike. I placed my sunglasses beside the helmet. Then, he reached for my hand. I gave it to him. He led me toward a row of huge boulders that bordered the turnout from the highway and the surrounding hillsides.
"I like coming up here sometimes, where I can see the stars at night."
My hand felt warm and tingly in his, and I looked up into the night sky, agreeing. We sat on one of the boulders and just stared up into the night sky for a while. "A penny for your thoughts," I finally said.
"I'll have to charge you more than a penny," he grinned.
"Seriously, Luke. I want to know more about you.” I was curious how he had learned so many languages. Perhaps his father had been a career military man. That would account for the different locations, but for some reason, I doubted that was it. Was his father a businessman or a professor, perhaps? “Why did you travel all over the world with your parents? What did your parents do?"
"You first," he said. "So, Jessica Mallory from Billings, Montana, what's your history?"
I shrugged. "Not too exciting to tell," I said. "I got awarded a scholarship and chose Boston U. I took basic undergrad courses during my freshman and sophomore years, and now I’m taking more advanced courses that will get me some kind of medical degree, although I'm not quite sure which field I want to specialize in.” I paused, looking up at the stars. He was right. You had to get out of the city and away from all the lights to see the stars. Back home in Montana, I had often enjoyed wandering outside at night to look up at the tens of thousands of stars up there and most especially enjoyed looking at the Milky Way. I turned toward him. “What about you? You don't seem to be advanced chemistry kind of guy."
"I don't?" he asked, an eyebrow lifted.
God, he looked wicked, and I was enthralled and captivated by this enigma of a man. I wanted to know everything there was to know about him, but then again, I guess it was the mystery of him that captivated me so. If I knew more would I lose interest? "What are you majoring in?"
He shrugged. "Haven't decided yet." He looked back up at the stars. "What do your parents want you to do?"
I smiled, thinking about my parents. "Anything that makes me happy," I said. "My mom's a registered nurse at one of the hospitals in Billings, and my dad is a bank manager. They've never pushed me to be one thing or another, but always told me to follow my heart, wherever it leads me."
"And your heart is leading you into medicine?"
I nodded. “I've always wanted to be in the medical field, ever since I could remember. I remember when I was really little, I wanted to be one of those people who looked into microscopes… I didn't know what they were or what they did, but it certainly looked intriguing." I turned to smile at him. "Then I wanted to be a nurse, like my mom, but I'm not sure if that's the direction I want to go. I guess you could say I'm just testing the waters this year, see what really captures my interest."
"And has anything captured your interest yet?"
I had a feeling he wasn't talking about my curriculum. I grinned and shrugged. "Maybe." He stared at me for several moments, and while I wanted to look away, I couldn't. His dark eyes gazed into my face, as if trying to memorize every little detail.
"You're beautiful, you know that?"
I knew he was interested in me, but was it more than just superficial? I decided to test the waters, so to speak. Casually, I slid off the boulders we sat upon and began to meander toward the tree line. Would he follow? He did. I smiled to myself. The moment we had disappeared into the tree line, I was immediately captivated by the scent of pine, the rich loam of the soil, and the primeval, primitive location. Even though lights and the bustle of Boston shone down beneath us, up here it was quiet, much like it must have been hundreds of years ago.
Several moments later, I sensed him close behind me. I turned and took a step backward. My back brushed up against the knotty bark of a pine tree. I watched as he stepped closer, slowly, his eyes riveted to mine. He didn’t stop until his chest almost touched mine, his hands reaching up above my head.
"I'm not going to let you go until you do what I want," he said, grinning.
His voice was not at all threatening, but sexy and captivating. I got the distinct impression that if I had said no, he would have backed away, but truth was, I didn't want to. I smiled, deciding to continue my adventures. "And just what might that be?"
"You tell me," he said.
Then, he leaned closer, his lips meeting mine. I couldn’t resist. My passion, which had been ignited at the sushi restaurant, came back full force and then some. Without thinking, I opened my mouth, swirled my tongue around his, while at the same time my hands reached for his pants. I couldn't believe I was doing this, acting so bold, but moments later, I unzipped his zipper and reached inside those leather pants, only to find that he wasn't wearing any underwear. Almost immediately, his erection sprang outward, freed from the constraints of his pants. I wrapped my hand automatically around his penis, my breath coming faster, his tongue ravishing mine. Suddenly, I realized that his hands had also been busy and my pants were unbuttoned and unzipped. At that moment, the jeans were being shoved down my hips.
I made a few movements, slipped off my shoes, and quickly stepped out of one pant leg so that I could straddle his legs more fully. Before I realized it, he had both hands on my breasts, his erection pressed against my pubis. He kissed me, his lips hot and moist on my own, and then he pulled slightly away. I groaned in protest until I felt his hands push up my t-shirt and bra. His lips and tongue suckled first one nipple, then the other. My back pressed hard against the tree, but I didn’t mind. Then, to my vast surprise, he suddenly lifted his head, found my mouth again, and lifted me off the ground.
The next instant, he was ins
ide me, his hard length filling me, his breath coming harsh as he froze for a moment. I couldn't believe how strong he was. Desire overwhelmed me and I wrapped my legs around his hips. He held me pressed against a tree while he began to shove his penis deeper, but not too fast. I had never had sex like this, and it was the most amazing experience. My position and his strength allowed him to plunge deeply upward, deep inside me, my pubis pressing against his. His mouth was everywhere, on my lips, then my ear lobes, then at the crook of my neck. Before he knew it, I felt the waves of ecstasy overcome me. Quicker than I thought possible, I reached my pinnacle and nearly screamed out my orgasm.
He kept going. Panting, every nerve in my body thrumming with waves of pleasure, I tried to catch my breath, my arms clutched around his shoulders, hanging on for dear life. One of my legs dropped from around his waist, and he crouched down slightly, allowing me to slide back down the tree while I gasped for breath on shaky legs, every vein in my body drumming with passion and excitement. I had not even caught my breath when he abruptly pulled out of me, turned me around, and told me to hang onto the tree. I did, wondering-
The next thing I knew, he was entering me from behind. Oh God. I was leaning slightly forward at the hips, my arms outstretched in front of me and grasping the rough bark of the tree while he placed his hands on either side of my hips and continued to pump steadily. One hand relinquished its grip on my hip and reached upward underneath my shirt to cradle my breast. His fingers began to tease and play with my nipple, gently squeezing, twisting, and caressing until both my nipples were as hard as pebbles. My breath came in harsh gasps as once again I felt the upward wave and surge of an orgasm coming. I couldn't believe it. He seemed to sense my ecstasy and pumped harder, faster, and deeper. Then, to my amazement, I experienced a second orgasm. That had never happened before. Just as the drubbing sensations began to ease somewhat, he pulled out. I almost moaned in disappointment, but then felt his semen squirting against my lower back, hot streams of fluid that offered him the release I had just experienced.
"Oh my God, oh my God," I gasped, riding the waves of ecstasy until every nerve in my body seemed to be attuned to his presence.
"Oh my God is right," he finally gasped.
Chapter 8
To say that I had never had sex like that was an understatement. My body felt like a bowl full of Jell-O as we return to the motorcycle and prepared for the ride home. Neither one of us said anything, but I didn't mind. What kind of a comment could someone make after mind-blowing sex like that?
I climbed on the bike behind Luke, leaning my body against his back, my helmet resting against him the entire ride home. My hands were wrapped around his waist, relishing his warmth, his strength, his solid form. By the time we got back to my building, I was so relaxed I could've fallen asleep. As the bike pulled up to the curb and rumbled to a stop, he sat upright and removed his helmet. I quickly did the same and climbed off, standing near the back end while he once again climbed off the bike and attached my motorcycle helmet to the locking mechanism near the seat. His helmet rested on the place that I had just vacated. He stared down at me, his eyes searching mine, a strange expression on his face.
"What's the matter?" I asked. He wasn't going to dump me now that I'd given him sex, was he?
He shook his head. "You captivate me, Jessica Mallory," he said. "I don't quite know how or why, but you do."
I could've said the same thing about him, but I didn't. I didn't want to seem like a pushover, regardless of the fact that I had let them have sex with me, not once, but twice, with me so compliant that I allowed him to flip and flop me around without any sense of self-consciousness. Sex with Luke had been one of the most natural things I have ever done. My parents might not have approved, but then again, I'm glad I had done it. It was nice to know that there was a guy out there who was skilled enough to offer pleasure before partaking of his own.
A moment later, he leaned toward me and kissed me. It wasn't a passionate, sex-crazed kiss like we had experienced in the woods, but a gentlemanly kiss, or at least that’s how I would describe it.
"I had a nice time tonight," he said. "I hope you did, too."
I nodded. "I did. Thank you, Luke." To be quite honest with myself, I didn't want the evening to end. At the same time, I was a little bit chagrined that my first date with him had ended with sex. I wasn't typically the kind of girl who appeared to be non-discriminating with whom she slept. In a way, I wanted to somehow let him know that I wasn't a slut, and certainly wasn't in the habit of dropping my pants for just anyone. The problem was, I didn't know how to even bring up the topic. After all, it wasn't as if I hadn't been completely willing, even anxious for such a coupling.
From the moment he kissed me at the sushi restaurant, no, the moment he'd fed me my first bite of sushi with my eyes closed, I had anticipated his touch. But his touch and his ability to satisfy me sexually was mind-blowing. The fact that I had actually agreed to allow him to take such liberties with me in the woods left me rather surprised, but at the same time, more than a little self-satisfied.
I felt confused, conflicted. I wanted to say something, suggest that perhaps we do this again sometime or some such silly parting, but I didn't want to seem presumptuous. I guess in many ways, I still considered myself rather old-fashioned, despite my earlier behavior. In the books I read, it was the guy who pursued the girl, not typically the other way around. Was Luke interested in me? Did he want to go out with me again? Or had tonight been all he was looking for in the first place? A quick wham, bam, thank you ma'am? I didn't like to think so, but at the same time, I still knew very little about Luke Bradford.
"You okay?"
I was jolted out of my musings by the sound of his voice. It looked like he was ready to leave, one hand resting on his motorcycle helmet, the other reaching toward his handlebars. I nodded. "Yeah, I am, Luke, and again, thank you for the wonderful evening. It was…an adventure."
He didn't say anything, so I looked at him a moment more and then turned to make my way inside. I couldn't wait, not to tell my friends, but to write in my diary about my evening. Just before I entered the house, I glanced back over my shoulder and found him looking down at the street. For a second, I felt a frisson of alarm surge through me. Was that it? Would I ever see him again? Then he looked up and I saw the flash of his white teeth as he smiled and lifted his hand in a gesture of farewell. For the umpteenth time, I reflected on how handsome he was. I wondered if it was really possible that Luke Bradford could possibly, impossibly, fit my criteria for that perfect guy.
I waved goodbye and then opened the front door and stepped inside. The house was dark. It was late, so I had no intention of waking my friends, if they were even home from their dates. As I headed upstairs, I realized I didn't really even want to talk to them, not now, anyway. First, I needed to write in my diary. I quickly reached my room, turning on the lights as I closed the door behind me and locked it. I pounced on my bed, reaching across it for the bedside table. I pulled out my diary, opened it, and turned to the page where I had my list of "must haves" when it came to the perfect guy. Next to the requirement to be great in bed, I crossed out the word bed and wrote everywhere in its place. Then, I checked off that box.
I couldn't wait to see Luke again, my heart drumming with excitement. It'd been a night of adventure for me. I had ridden a motorcycle for the first time, eaten sushi for the first time, made out on a table in the middle of the Japanese sushi restaurant, been caught, and then had ridden off into the woods with him. I had experienced amazing sex for the first time in my life, in two different ways. I should've been exhausted and overwhelmed, but instead I felt alive, invigorated, and more anxious than ever to know everything there was to know about Luke Bradford.
Chapter 9
Sunday passed without event, and I mean no event. While I did give my friends a rundown of what had happened, and hinted at my first time ever experience not only riding a motorcycle, but having sex with a guy on a first da
te, not once, but twice, I held back the details a little bit. After all, I didn't want them to think I was a slut! The girls laughed and pelted me with questions, some of which I answered and some I didn't. All of them wanted to know more about Luke, but to be honest, there wasn't really much I could say.
Every time the conversation had strayed into territory relating to Luke's background or his family, he had always, and quite skillfully, managed to direct the conversation back onto me. I hadn't really noticed it at the time, but after I got home last night, written in my diary, and then laid in bed, reliving every moment of our evening together, I had put it together. It didn't really bother me, though, because uppermost in my mind, naturally, was the amazing sex we’d shared. I had to wonder if sex like that was normal, or if it was just that Luke was gifted in that department. I really had no comparisons. My previous excursions into sex had been rather disappointing, certainly not living up to the standards I had expected in regard to the scenes described in my romance novels.
Not that I didn't know the difference between fiction and reality. Of course, I knew the sexual relationships in my romance novels were played up to be super-stimulating, filled with chemistry, passion, and undying love and devotion between the characters. And skilled, most of the time with the hero, who was a master at all things sexual, tutoring his virginal heroine in the skills of foreplay and intercourse. Most of the time, sex was the result of tension or opposing character temperaments that resulted in explosive, passionate, and awe-inspiring sexual interludes. I guess I could define my experience with Luke in such a way, but the emotional connection was lacking, at least when I compared our communication and relationship to those that gradually developed in my favorite romance novels.
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