by A. E. Murphy
“Lucas! Please!”
I chuckle and kiss her bare mound right above the spot she wants me to aim for. She pushes her hips up to my face, I blow against her soaking core. Fuck she’s wet, and I’ve done that to her. Hell yes. I don’t make her wait any longer, I instantly swipe my tongue straight up her center, from her core to her clit.
“Oh my god, do that again.” So I do, before focusing on that tiny hood and flick at it. “More. Fingers.” Yes ma’am. With a smile I push two fingers into her. Christ she’s so damn wet. I almost come at the mere feel of her. She tastes fucking beautiful. “Lucas! I’m gonna…” Nu-huh, not yet. No way. I pull my fingers out but keep my tongue flat over her clit until she calms. “You bastard! Don’t stop!” She writhes against me, trying to come on her own.
I pull her hands away and push two fingers back into her, she sighs and relaxes as I get back to work. After just a few teases of my tongue and flicks of my fingers her body tenses so I pull out again. She practically screams in frustration. With a glistening forehead she leans up and looks at me. I rest my chin on her flat stomach and wink.
“Lucas! Please,” she falls back again, her chest heaving with each breath. I start again and right when she’s at that peak I stop. “You son of a bitch!” So I do it again, each time bringing her closer until she’s almost sobbing with need. “I really dislike you right now. Please baby. Finish me.”
“No,” I state defiantly. “You’re too damn beautiful when you beg. Why would I make it stop?”
With an animal like growl she pushes my head back to her folds. That’s more like it. Her walls clench around my fingers, by now she’s so wet it has spread to her thighs. Perfect. I bring her to the edge again, and again. Over and over, completely relentlessly.
“What’s wrong baby?” I ask mischievously when she throws her arm over her eyes and screams in anger. “You okay?”
“I’m never, ever talking to you again if you don’t finish me off this minute!”
“Stop telling lies.”
She pushes my face back down, I push her hands away and kneel between her legs. Seeing her lay here beneath me, so frustrated yet relaxed and responsive to me, watching her beg for me has to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my fucking life. I can’t resist any more, my dick is harder than it’s ever been, and I need to feel her.
Once my cock is free I crawl up her body before kissing her lips. She doesn’t seem to mind the fact she’s all over my face. Although she is glaring at me without restraint.
“I’m gonna fuck you now,” I whisper in her ear. “And you’re going to scream my name.” I kiss her under her jaw and taste her damp flesh. “And you’re going to beg me to fuck you. You’re going to come, again and again. The entire time I fuck you you’re going to beg for more.” I nudge against her opening with the head of my solid erection after quickly slipping on a rubber. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you.”
“Shit answer.”
She scowls, “Just fuck me Lucas! Fuck me!”
Christ, “That’s perfect.” I slide into her to the hilt, she feels, fuck she feels good. Her channel so slick and wet yet still fucking tight. “Say it again.”
“Fuck me Lucas.” Thrust. “Fuck me.” Thrust. “Make me come. I need it. Please Lucas.”
One thrust later she tenses, her nails dig into my back enough to break the skin and by god does she scream! “LUCAS!” her entire body spasms, her orgasm seems to last a life time as her walls clench around me. It takes everything I have, everything, to stop myself from coming with her.
My thrusts don’t stop, I don’t give her a break to recover and before long she’s crying out again, I slam into her harder and harder each time, feeling my dick hit her cervix with each merciless pound completely destroys my control. She moans and cries, needing that break to recover, I don’t give it to her. I lift her limp body up and rest back on my shins with her sat on my lap.
“I can’t,” she whimpers as I move her up and down with my hands. “No energy.”
But she does, somehow she finds that energy and moves with my hands, she slams up and down with my help. My thumb presses her clit down so it rubs against me with every lift and slam. She starts to shake, her legs seem to tremble.
“No,” she whines and slows. “I can’t. Too tired.”
“Don’t even think about it,” I pant and continue to lift her up and down. “Stop fighting it.”
I lay her down and pound into her, my entire body burns. So fucking close.
“Again baby, again.”
“No,” she lets out a sob, a sob of pleasure and her legs fall limp. I lift one of them back up with my arm and push into her as deep as possible before grinding into her. She quivers, her eyes roll back and she’s gone with a silent scream.
What’s even more amazing is I go with her, my orgasm tears through me at exactly the moment hers begins. It’s powerful, explosive, I groan and it’s loud. She whimpers my name, her energy completely depleted. As the last tingles subside from my body she collapses, her eyes close and her breathing evens out. I’ve literally fucked her unconscious. This is one of them moments that I’ll never forget.
She doesn’t wake up when I wrap her in the blanket, she’s literally a dead weight as I carry her back to the elevator and she still doesn’t wake when I place her in bed. All she does is turn on her side, sigh and curl into the fetal position. I take off her bra and top and take a picture of her with the blanket up to her chin. She’s beautiful.
Even though I’m pretty damn exhausted I head back up to the roof to gather our things and rush back down. She hasn’t moved at all. I strip off my clothes and climb in behind her. As if comforted by my presence she relaxes as soon as I curl around her.
I kiss the back of her neck, she moans and turns into me. Her face now buried under my chin. “I love you Lucas,” she whimpers in her sleep. Shit.
She’s just emotional, drained, that’s all it is. There’s no way she can mean it. No fucking way at all because then we’d have to end it right? It wouldn’t be fair on her, she’d expect me to say it back eventually and I wouldn’t be able to do that. Of course she’s an awesome woman, she’s beautiful, amazing, special, kind, sweet. The god damn list is endless. She’s just… Loryn. She deserves the best, I can’t give that to her.
My eyes instantly catch the photo on my nightstand, Crystal’s smiling eyes stare right at me. I touch her face with my index finger and exhale deeply. My exhaustion evaporates and all I want is to get the fuck out of this bed and out of this room. There’s a bottle of whiskey with my name on it.
“Come on babe,” she grins and swings the car door open, I watch as she locks Amelia’s car seat into the back. I smile and buckle my Annie into her booster seat beside Amelia. “I’m driving.”
“Give me the damn keys,” I hold out my hand. As usual she ignores me and heads straight for the driver’s side. I get to watch her ass as she goes, I’ll never get tired of that ass. With attitude, I climb into the passenger side. “I still can’t believe you’re making me do this.”
“It’ll be romantic,” she flips her hair over her shoulder. “I’ll give you a blowjob on the way back if you promise not to whine.” How can I resist that?
“Remind me why we’re doing this again,” I grumble as we take a left towards the middle of nowhere. “It’s late, the girls should be in bed.”
“It’s one night Lucas,” she snaps and exhales deeply. “When did you get so boring?”
“I am not boring.”
“Whatever,” she scoffs and I can feel an argument brewing so I remain silent.
I look out over unfamiliar surroundings, “Where are we?”
“Will you stop fucking moaning?” she practically shouts. “I just want to do this one thing, this one nice thing for my family and all you do is fucking moan!”
“Crystal,” I sigh but she’s already pulling over and climbing out of the car. I watch her stomp and snarl under her breath as she p
aces the length of the car. With another sigh I climb out and walk around to her. “Get back in the car. I’m just tired.”
“You’re always fucking tired! We never do anything anymore!” she shrieks.
I laugh in disbelief, “You’re so full of shit.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. I said you are full of shit. It’s not me who doesn’t want to have sex anymore. It’s not me who is always fucking late from work! It’s not me who is always starting shit at home!”
She laughs a little manically, “Oh that’s rich… coming from you. I don’t want to have sex because it’s fucking boring. The same shit every single time.”
“What are you saying?” My heart stammers. “You don’t like having sex with me?”
Her face softens, “No Lucas. I love having sex with the old you. Not this you.”
“There’s no fucking difference you crazy bitch! It’s you that’s changed! Forever moaning at me for every fucking thing from forgetting to put the milk back to asking you to make me a drink.”
She rolls her eyes, “Well maybe if you would be more considerate.”
“Considerate? I’m the one that works twelve fucking hours a day and then I come home and look after the girls.” Now I’m really pissed off. “All you care about are your stupid fucking photos and your stupid books.”
“Fuck you Lucas!”
“That’s the problem,” I grip her arms. “You won’t fuck me.”
“So fucking leave me, go find a whore to mess around with. It’s not like you haven’t before.”
I nod and pull the car door open, “Yeah. You’re right. I will.”
Her mouth drops open in horror, “You wouldn’t. Don’t bullshit Lucas. We both know you wouldn’t leave me.”
“Like you’ve said,” I tug my seatbelt across and secure it. “I’ve changed.”
“So you want a divorce?”
I shrug, “Right now, I’m not responding. I’m angry, you’re angry, we’re always fucking angry. I love you but sometimes I really fucking hate you.”
“And right now?”
“Right now I wish you’d just fuck off,” I bite out angrily. Tears instantly fill her eyes and spill down her cheeks. Ah shit. “Babe, don’t cry.” I pull her to me over the console, she sobs into my neck. “Please babe. I’m sorry.”
“Can we just stop arguing? It’s not healthy for the girls,” she sniffs. I nod in agreement. “I’m sorry too.”
“I know,” I whisper. We set off after five minutes more of cuddling. “I love you Crystal.” I kiss her temple and relax back into my seat. “And you’re really sexy when you’re mad.”
She giggles and it happens.
CRUNCH!
“SHIT!” I shout and sit bolt upright. Vomit immediately fills my throat, I race into the bathroom and splash water on my face. Please don’t hurl. That would suck. After a few moments the feeling vanishes. Shit, why’d I drink that whiskey? “Loryn?”
I step into the bedroom, what’s she doing?
“Loryn baby, what’s wrong?” I watch as she pulls her shoes on and her jacket. “Loryn?”
“Just don’t,” she wipes away tears from her cheeks I didn’t even realize were there. “God… I wish… I wish I’d fucking left.”
What the hell have I done now? “Loryn,” I snap and grip her arms.
“Let go of me!” she shrieks. I don’t, I’ve never been good at following demands. I pull her to me. “Dammit Lucas. Please.”
“No.”
“At least you got my name right this time,” she hisses. “Do you think of her when you’re with me?”
“Not this again,” I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose. “Don’t start this Loryn.”
“Don’t you mean Crystal? I mean… that’s what you just called me five minutes ago.”
Ah, shit. “I’m sorry, I was dreaming.”
“Of her…”
“Yes.”
Her face falls, “You thought I was her.”
“No, I thought Crystal was Crystal.”
“That makes no fucking sense.”
I run my hands through my hair, “I was asleep, in my dream I was arguing with Crystal, we hugged and made up. You must have hugged me at that point or something. I can’t help it if my mind plays fucking tricks can I? This is like me blaming you for punching me in the jaw in your sleep the other week!”
The tension drops from her body, “You’re right… I’m sorry.”
“I’ll give you a ride home.”
“You’re taking me home?”
I nod, “I need a break.” And I do, after her revelation last night, her declaration of love my head is so messed up I’m dreaming of the fucking accident. I only dream of it when I’m with Loryn.
Her face falls, “From me?”
“Just a couple of days,” I sigh and rub my eyes. “It’s nothing personal. We’re just moving too fast.”
“Umm… how exactly are we moving fast? We’re moving at the pace you’ve set. Last night was perfect! Yesterday was perfect! And now… what? You suddenly don’t want me?”
“Don’t be an idiot of course I want you. I just want a break.”
“We just had a break!” she laughs and takes a step back. “You know what? Forget it. Have your fucking break. See if I care.”
“What do you want me to do Loryn? Every single time the going gets tough you run, you fucking run. You asked me last week, if I could ever fall in love with you. Tell me honestly, could you fall in love with someone who constantly walks away from you so fucking easily for the tiniest things? We argue, fine scream at me, shout at me do whatever the hell you want but do NOT walk away from me.” I don’t realize I’m practically shouting in her face until I feel her breath touch my lips. “You drive me crazy. You crazy fucking lady.”
She sags and runs her hands through her hair. “You’re right, you’re right. I’m sorry… I just… Christ Lucas. Look at you! You’re gorgeous, you turn every woman’s head as you pass. Your wife, equally as beautiful as you and then suddenly you’re interested in me.”
I walk into the kitchen and rummage through the drawers until I find what I’m looking for.
“Are you listening to me?” she asks as she follows me in.
There’s a ripping sound as I tear the clean dishtowel in half.
She stumbles backwards, “Lucas… what are you do…” I cut her off by flipping her around, quickly wrapping the towel so it sinks into her mouth and tie it at the back of her head. “Mph, oomph.”
I kiss her nose, “Much better.” Then I lift her over my shoulder, give her ass a slap and carry her back to the bedroom. “Babe, you’re stunning. Absolutely gorgeous. Don’t ever speak like that again.”
“Mph, oomph,” she starts trying to untie the cloth. I bat her hands away and pin her to the bed with my body. Her eyes go wide. “Umph, mmph.”
“Will you stop talking?”
She nods.
“Good,” I kiss her nose and fall onto her. “Let’s nap.”
“Mmph, umph.”
“Shush.”
She makes a growling noise and huffs but her arms come around me. She mumbles something that sounds suspiciously like the word douchebag. I don’t comment, I do laugh a little though which seems to infuriate her as she growls again like an angry pup. So, effectively crushing her with my weight I snuggle on top of her and fall into a light sleep.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Stubborn Lucas
Things are genuinely great. There’s no denying it. Even I have nothing to moan about. Loryn and I see each other often, Amelia loves her, and my friends love her. Something is going down with Marie and Jacob but neither of them are opening up about it. And yes, even four weeks later, Jacob is still here.
At present I am sat with Loryn, Marie and Jacob whilst Marie and Loryn discuss plans to move in together. Operation turn Loryn’s apartment into a place suitable for private waxing and spray tans is in place so she needs somewhere to live. I’m ha
lf tempted to offer my own apartment but realistically that would be moving far too fast too soon. Don’t get me wrong, Loryn is great and she makes me feel good, I’d miss her if she left but I’m not in love with her.
What makes this whole thing worse is the fact I know she’s in love with me. Yet I’m still stringing her along. I just can’t bring myself to ask her to leave yet. Of course I care about her, I want to move forward and Loryn is amazing. I just can’t. She doesn’t deserve all of my baggage, yet I want her to carry it with me.
She looks so happy, I don’t want to ruin that. During the times we have hot sex, or go to the park with Amelia, or spend the day monitoring the shit at her store, or argue over the remote, or everything in between I can honestly say I’m happy. She makes me feel… feelings, she just makes all that numb inside vanish.
“Jacob, Jacob,” Amelia says and climbs up his back like a monkey, he doesn’t mind. The dude has a knack for kids. He flips her over his shoulder and roars whilst tickling and biting her. My daughter unfortunately has a crush on an older man. According to the females of our group of friends and family, it’s adorable. According to her father, meaning me, it makes me want to punch him and lock her away until she’s forty.
He’s great with Evelyn too, but then again he is her godfather, as am I. Marie and Summer are Evelyn’s Godmothers’. That was an awesome Ceremony of Baptism. Especially when James fell in the pool with Evelyn in his arms and Maya, after tending to Evelyn of course, handed the baby to me and proceeded to beat the hell out of James with one of those thin plastic sticks that you stick a balloon on. It was fucking hilarious. Especially when he dove back in the pool to get away from her, still fully clothed.
According to Sylvia they made up in the bathroom later on. How she found that out I have no idea.
I hear the unmistakable ringing of Loryn’s cellphone coming from the bedroom where it is no doubt charging. Loryn hasn’t noticed, she’s deep in conversation with Marie, so I stand and head to the bedroom. Nobody bats an eyelash as I leave. Nice to know I’m noticeable.
