He frowned. "I'm really sorry about that, Jessica," he said. “Really, I am. I'm not too good with relationships, as if you couldn't tell, and anyway, I just came here to apologize. I'm sorry if I hurt you, and it won't happen again. I promise."
He stood there in front of me, shuffling his foot against the ancient wood of the porch. For a second, I felt a twinge of sympathy. However, I wanted to get to the bottom of this. Did he like me or not? And if he did, what was it that compelled him to behave the way he did? If we were to have any kind of a relationship I had to get this dealt with. Otherwise, I certainly wasn't going to put myself through the torture of this on-again off-again surge of feelings that I felt toward him.
"Well, I guess I better be going-"
I reached for the door and opened it, pushing it gently inward. Gone was the confidence he usually conveyed, the arrogance that he could do no wrong that was coupled with his formerly reckless attitude. "You want to come inside for a minute?" I asked. "We can talk."
Chapter 13
All of the lights were off inside. For a moment, I felt confused.
"Where is everybody?" Luke asked.
I headed toward the stairs, not needing any lights to make my way around inside the house. As I climbed the stairs, Luke following close behind, I remembered. "Oh, my sorority is hosting an event on campus tonight. Actually, I should be heading over there now. I told the girls that I would come over and help as soon as I got back from my date." I wasn't sure what kind of reaction this would elicit, but his following comment was certainly not what I expected.
“So why did your date and so early?"
I said nothing, but continued up the stairs, and at the landing took the faux U-turn toward my room. I stepped inside and flipped on the light switch. He followed me. Before I knew it, he was pressed up close next to me. He repeated his question. I wasn't about to tell him that I wasn't particularly interested in Greg. I knew better than that. Instead, and without breaking contact with his eyes, I lowered my hand and rubbed his crotch.
That was all it took. Flames erupted deep inside me, and I could tell by his nearly instantaneous reaction that Luke felt much the same. Before I knew it, we were both standing next to my bed and his hands were unbuttoning my blouse while I did the same on his shirt. Quicker than I ever would have realized, I was also divested of my bra, and as he leaned his head down to settle his lips over one of my breasts, I worked at his pants. How could I be so hot and ready for him when we had just had passionate, if hurried sex behind the restaurant just a little while ago? I was amazed, but, with the heat flaming through me, wasn't about to question.
In a matter of moments, he flung me onto my bed. This was the first time I had really gotten a good look at him fully naked. He was tanned, as if he either tanned often and without wearing anything, or he was used to running around outside naked. The thought captivated me. He straddled my hips with his own, his penis brushing up against my lower abdomen. He just stared down at me for a moment, and then I couldn't help but glance from his engorged penis back up to his face, which now wore a wicked grin.
Suddenly, I felt incredibly naughty. I slithered down between his legs until I could catch the tip of his penis in my mouth. He gasped in surprise, but said nothing, merely smiled as I took him, circled my tongue around his head, and then reached my hands up to cup his balls. He groaned softly, and for the first time, I felt an incredible surge of sexual power. Yes, I had taken charge behind the restaurant, but not to the point where I literally had him at my mercy. Now it was my turn and I took full advantage.
Before long I was burning inside, wanting him to fill me. His fingers played with my breasts, all he could really reach of me at the moment. Then, with a growl of impatience, he placed his hands beneath my arms and heaved me upward onto the bed. Without a moment’s hesitation, he nestled himself between my thighs and dove inside me. I was already hot and slick, ready for him, and within a matter of seconds, my hips were rocking in time with his. Once again, our sex was hot, frantic, and passionate. I couldn't believe that sex could be like this. I had never experienced anything like it. Here I went again, twice in one night and I was just as excited, just as ready as the first time.
We both approached orgasm at the same time, and then he collapsed on top of me, both of us heaving for breath. Finally, he lifted his head and grinned down at me. I looked up at him, wondering what he saw when he looked at me. I didn't want him to think I was a slut, but at the same time, how in the world could I deny my passion for him?
"Got anything to drink downstairs?"
He pulled out of me and rolled onto his side, leaning on his elbow as he gazed at me. He was built really well, all solid muscle, not an ounce of fat anywhere on him. While he wasn't as big as Greg muscle-wise, he was a fine specimen of a man, all muscles and sinew and veins. "Yeah, I think there's something in the fridge," I commented, distracted by the sight of one of the tattoos on his left arm that wrapped around his bicep and continued on up to his shoulder. It looked like something like a dragon or a phoenix. Just as I was about to question him about it, he bounced off the bed and headed for the door. I got a good look at his rock hard buttocks. He did have a good butt, no doubt about it.
Grinning wickedly and knowing that the house was empty, I followed him, not bothering to put on any clothes or wrap a sheet around me. I felt perfectly comfortable being naked around Luke, and I followed him down the stairs and into the kitchen. He turned on the kitchen light, stepped up the fridge and pulled it open, making a face when he didn't see what he was looking for. He glanced over his shoulder at me.
"No beer?"
I shook my head. "No beer," I said.
He looked back inside, saw a half empty quart of orange juice, and pulled it out of the fridge. Then, turning to me, his eyes locking on mine, he unscrewed the cap, tossed it into the sink and lifted the jug to his lips. I laughed. "That wasn't on my shelf you know," I said. "Becky's going to be upset when she finds out what you did with her orange juice."
He said nothing, but literally guzzled the remainder of the orange juice down without stopping. Despite myself, I was impressed. Then, with a casual shrug, he tossed the empty plastic container into the sink after the lid.
"I'll replace it," he said.
His eyes swept down me and mine did the same, and before I knew it I was hot for him again. His penis came to life and I giggled as he stepped toward me, leaning me back against the kitchen table. No, he couldn't possibly think that we were going to do it on the kitchen table! Not that anybody used it for a kitchen table because we didn't. Actually, it served as a kind of catch all and a place to put groceries and books and whatnot. Suddenly, I was backed against the table and his fingers were reaching for my crotch. His fingers were inside me, stroking while at the same time his lips pressed on mine, his tongue delving deeply into my mouth. Unbelievably, I came in a matter of seconds.
He laughed, and removing his fingers from inside me, he grasped his own penis and gave it a stroke or two. I dropped to my knees, and once again took him inside my mouth, helping him. Before long, he stiffened and I lifted my head just as hot semen squirted out onto my shoulder, then ran down between my breasts.
"God, you're so sexy," he mumbled.
I couldn't believe he had said that. He thought I was sexy? I smiled as he helped me up from the floor, and then held my hand as we left the kitchen and headed back toward the stairs. Suddenly, halfway up, he turned, pushed the hair out of my face and spoke.
"Jessica, you’re the only girl I want."
I said nothing, but merely continued to stare up at him wide-eyed and amazement.
"I'll tell you what. If you'll stop dating other guys, I'll stop dating other girls. Deal?"
I thought about it for a moment, and then nodded. "Deal." His lips found mine again, and before I knew it we were both half sitting and half lying down right there in the middle of the stairs. His erection was stiff and hard between us, and I was amazed that he could get it up ag
ain. Equally amazing was the fact that I was more than ready to have sex with him again. My heart beat loudly in my ears, my blood flowing through my veins. It felt as if every nerve ending in my body was alive.
A startled scream pulled me out of my ecstasy, and I stared at Luke for a moment, wide-eyed, wondering where the scream had come from. I glanced around and suddenly realized that one of the sorority sisters that lived downstairs now stood at the bottom of the stairs, gaping up at us in open-mouthed surprise. I squealed and then Luke quickly scrambled upward, grasping my hand as he pulled me up the stairs after him. He looked truly embarrassed, and I laughed as we quickly made my way to my room. He slammed the door behind us and I couldn't help but laugh again.
He quickly gathered his clothes, dressed, and then kissed me.
"I'll catch you later," he grinned. Then, he opened the door, stepped through it, and was gone
I heard him going down the stairs, and then the sound of laughter from two of the girls downstairs. I didn't bother coming out of my room. Moments later, I heard the deep rumble of his motorcycle and listened as he pulled away from the curb and away. I decided it was a good idea to stay up here for a while. Not that I was terribly embarrassed, although I was rather chagrined that we been caught. But Luke had seemed more humble tonight, actually quite meek. I liked this side of him, not that I wanted a pushover, but it was nice to know that he did have some feelings, that he had allowed a least a portion of the wall he erected around himself, no pun intended, to come down.
Still, while I felt like we had made a step in the right direction and I was excited about it, I still wasn't sure whether Luke would meet the rest of my requirements. After all, he didn't even play a sport!
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