And then he entered me. It is by far the best sex of my life. A little clumsy because we're both a little drunk, but “Oh, my right there!” I scream as he hits that spot inside of me.”
“Fuck, June! Your pussy’s so wet for me. God, how it clenches around my dick.”
My hands bump the table again and I almost knock the whole table over this time.
“Oh yes!” I breathe out and Lucas pulls out of me and flips me over. His eyes are dark and look so much like Jake’s. A pang of hurt spreads through my chest. Jake would hate that I’m having a one night stand.
“I want you to ride me. Sit on my dick and work it, baby.” The sound of that brings me right back into the moment.
Lucas lies on the ground and I glide myself on top of his slick cock.
“The way you feel, Lucas,” I say as he reaches up and pinches my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. “Yes, that’s it. It’s amazing.”
He bends curling his abs and claims my mouth. It’s intense, like everything and then it’s so sweet again. I lift my knees and take over a steady rhythm. I move at a gentle pace not wanting this to end. His teeth tug at my lip as I pull up and rock my hips.
I pull up a little too far. Lucas slips out of me and before my drunk mind catches on to what I’m doing I move back down and hit his unaligned dick right against my pubic bone.
“Ah, fuck,” he hisses.
“Oh my God. Are you okay?”
He winces and I could curse myself for being clumsy during drunk sex.
“I’ll be okay, just slide down gently,” he says grabbing his dick in his hand, so that I can slide down it and make sure he’s intact.
He enters me slowly and his expression changes from one of pain to complete pleasure.
“I’m sorry. I’ll be more careful,” I rock my hips forward. I should be humiliated, but any embarrassment is washed away as soon as he thrusts his hips upwards and he hits that deliciously wonderful spot inside. I moan and throw my head back, rocking back and forth as he simultaneously bucks his hips.
“Lips,” Lucas demands wanting to kiss me. I lean forward and give him what he needs. It’s soft; tender almost.
Our lips break apart and I watch his eyes. They still remind me so much of a past I can't help but wonder about. For a second, I close my eyes and pretend that it’s Jake. His body pumping into me, the way we never did. I picture his eyes getting soft as he looks at me and then I move my hips faster and faster picking up the rhythm. I open my eyes and see Lucas staring at me, and I swear it’s Jake, but my mind's playing tricks on me.
Our bodies are both slick with sweat. My legs are starting to quake with exertion. Lucas feels me losing my rhythm and puts a hand on my lower back to hold me in place and then in a fluid motion flips me to my back. My small breasts shake and then he is close and our bodies are friction. Everything moves, and I mean the earth, the room, it spins as my muscles climax again and again. I grip his back and feel him jerk inside of me over and over as he too finds his own release.
It’s late, or early depending on how you look at it. After we have sex, we have another drink, this time, laying in his bed. I shrugged on a t-shirt of his and he strode happily around naked. I don't mind the view one bit.
His room is exactly like his living room, empty. He has a mattress and box spring that sit on the floor and his clothes are on hangers in a doorless closet. It’s not messy, but it also doesn't scream ‘I’m planting roots here’ either.
“Have you lived here long?” I sleepily ask.
“Maybe six months or so. Why do you ask?”
“It’s just so empty,” I observe.
“I guess I don't really need a lot of stuff. I never have been one for things. I just need food in my belly and a place to lay my head at night.”
“It’s that simple for you?”
“It can be, yes. How about for you, June? Is it simple for you?”
“Right now, this right here feels very simple,” I yawn.
“You’re exhausted. Come here,” he says taking the nearly empty glass from my hand and sets it down on the ground next to his, and I’m out.
***
I blink and the room is dark. The curtain covering the window has little lines of light seeping in. There is a weight around my waist and I suddenly remember all that is Lucas and the wonderful things he did to my body last night. He must feel that I’m waking up because suddenly I feel a very hard, very ready penis prodding my backside.
I move on instinct, still half asleep. I push my behind into him and his hand moves up and under my shirt grabbing a hold of my breast, tweaking my nipple. I open my legs and let his silky skin fall against my sex. He begins to slide his hard cock over my very wet pussy, up and down my slick folds until finally I can't take it anymore and I arch just right so that he is pressed right against my opening.
“Need you,” I say sleepily into my pillow. That’s all it takes for him to slide into me again. It’s slow and lazy, both of us still tired from not enough sleep. His hand lets go of my nipple and plays my clit, and by play, I mean exactly what a talented pianist should be able to do. He moves it in a way that wakes me right the hell up. No longer am I sleepy, but I’m craving more. I push my ass into him and meet him as much as I can from this angle. It’s good. No, that’s not right; it’s great. I feel myself start to spasm. Already. So quick. I quiver and shudder faster than I ever have, but he’s not done with me.
Lucas removes his hand from my clit, bites me gently on the shoulder, then pushes my back forward.
“I’m going to fuck you hard, sweet June. Can you take it?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Good.” He continues to push me forward so that my face is next to my knees. He slides in and out, gently at first. I clench in anticipation from what he promises to come. My body is still so sensitized from my release moments ago. His hands are on each side of my hips, he pulls me forward and slams me back onto his hard thick length. He’s relentless.
“Fuck,” I hiss out, in pain and in bliss.
“You okay, June?” he stills for a moment.
“More,” I pant out, “I need more.”
“You’re perfect,” he thrusts with even more strength. I feel pure euphoria as the warm- I’m about to come- sensation rolls through me again. His hand grips me hard on my hip and I realize that he has lifted me up an inch or so off of the bed. I’m still in the spoon position, just a really bent spoon. This time when he finds his release, I am right there with him, only he comes on the shout of my name.
“Morning,” he pulls me upright and tucks me into the crook of his arm.
“Morning,” I goofily smile back.
“What time is it?” I ask.
“I think it’s early. Why do you have somewhere you need to be?”
“I should write my article today. I like to do it while everything is fresh in my mind, but I can't seem to want to get out of bed. So sort of, but nothing that can’t wait.”
“Stay with me, then. Just you and me in this bed. I’m not done with you, June. Not by a long shot.”
I’m not sure why his words make me giddy, but that’s exactly how I feel and so for some reason unbeknownst to me, I tell him. “You make me giddy as hell.”
“Are you still a little drunk?”
“Crap, I guess I am. Things still feel a little hazy.” I put my hand over my mouth and smell my terrible morning after drinking breath, then excuse myself to use the restroom. I go to get up from the bed and he pulls me back down to kiss me. I put my hand up to block him, whispering, “Dragon breath.”
He laughs and moves my hand. “I don’t care about that. Give me your lips, June.”
I let him have my lips because how can I argue that. I head to the bathroom to do my business, brush my teeth with my finger and a dab of toothpaste. The bed is empty when I return. I lay down and pull the blanket over me, feeling my eyes flutter closed.
“Juniper,” he whispers, “I brought you water and a co
uple Excedrin.”
He called me Juniper. How could he call me Juniper? My name is June. Only one person has ever called me Juniper and that was Jake. My heart begins beating wildly and I sit up and in an accusatory tone, “What did you call me?”
“Whoa, June,” he says throwing his hands up in surrender, “I just said I brought you water and a couple of Excedrin, June. What did you think I said?”
I blink at him a few times. Could I have imagined that he called me Juniper? Yes. Yes, I must have. That is the only thing that explains it.
“Sorry.” I take the water and Excedrin from him. “Thank you, maybe I just need more sleep.” Lucas pulls me back into his hard naked body then says, “I checked the clock. We’ve only been asleep for about three hours. Let’s rest more.”
“Okay,” I relent and lay there for as long as I can trying to figure out if I imagined him calling me Juniper or not. How I could do something like that? How desperate am I? How wrong is it of me that no matter how beautiful Lucas is, there is still a part of me that wishes he was Jake?
I wake up again, this time feeling more alert. Light kisses are pecked across my belly. I look down and smile when I catch Lucas’s eyelashes flutter, followed by a mischievous smile. He continues a downward path until his kisses are more like licks and those licks are followed by a finger, then two. Damn, I’m already so wet. Am I that wet from just this? It’s possible, but...No! Holy shit, we didn't use a condom last night or this morning. I should've thought about it. How could I be so dumb? I’ll need to get Plan B and ASAP.
Lucas pinches my clit bringing me out of my panic and suddenly all I can think about is what he's doing to me. It’s abrupt, when it hits me. I’m surprised at how quickly he is working me there.
“Oh my,” I scream out and throw my head back. My body is still spasming. I feel like the most incredible spark has been lit inside of me.
“Wow,” I say as Lucas looks up at me with a cheeky grin. His blue-green eyes sparkle in the light and I realize he pulled the drapes open. “That’s quite the wake-up.”
“That last good morning wasn't half bad either,” he says and pulls me up to his arms. “I could stay in bed with you all day, but I’m starving and have no food in this place. There’s a diner practically across the street, let’s get up and grab something to eat.”
My stomach does a rumble at the mention of food, “I could eat. I only have last night's clothes, though.”
“You can borrow a t-shirt, but I’m sure it will be huge on you.”
“I think I’ll pass, I’d swim in it. Besides, what a better way to say punk's not dead than by wearing the same outfit two days in a row? Seriously though, my place isn’t far. After breakfast can we stop there?”
“So you’re really going to spend the day with me?” he asks hopefully.
“You really want me too? I mean we hooked up, but it doesn't have to be anything serious,” I say hoping that he actually isn't only looking for a one night thing. I know he said he wanted to spend the day with me, but maybe he was just trying to be nice. Then again, men who are only looking for a one night stand don't usually wake you up by going down south.
“June,” he says my name sternly, “I don't have a ton of one-night stands. Do you? Is that what you think this is?”
“Well honestly, I’m kind of hoping it’s not.”
“It’s not,” he says quickly and adds, in an it’s not up for discussion kind of way, “Well, do you?”
“Do I what?”
“Have a lot of one-night stands,” he seems irritated by the thought of this, but it doesn't really make sense. We did, after all, meet in a bar, have drinks, and stay up most of the night screwing each other’s brains out.
“Not a lot, but I’m in college. Has it happened? Sure, But it’s not the norm for me, if that’s what you’re asking. Frankly, I don't feel like I should have to defend myself to you considering we were both in this together,” I finish by getting out of bed in a huff and walking to the living room to retrieve my clothes. I’m pulling my skirt up when Lucas walks in wearing black boxer briefs.
Damn him and his sculpted chest. It’s a freaking beacon waiting to be touched. Seriously, I’m annoyed with him. I need to stop drooling. “Have you seen my shirt?” I ask.
“Come here,” he walks towards me with open arms, “Don’t be mad at me. I didn’t mean to offend you. It’s just that I like you and I feel like we could have something. I know we got together fast last night, but it felt right. It feels right.”
With his words, I curl into him. I can't stay mad at him. After a few minutes, I look up at him, “Let’s get something to eat.”
He grins at me. I grin back. We separate, get dressed and make our way to the diner.
***
The diner is a grease pit. It doesn't seem like the cleanest place, but the food must be good because the entire dining room is full. We put our name on an list and stand shoulder to shoulder with people in the waiting area . It’s a complete clusterfuck. After ten minutes or so, a waitress who is also acting as a hostess calls our name. There is a small booth that’s opened up.
Lucas sits down and I sit across from him. Plastic menus are set in front of us and a waitress with bags under her eyes says in a rushed voice, “What can I get you to drink?”
“Coffee and a water for me,” I say.
“I’ll have the same,” Lucas adds.
The waitress nods then walks away as I look over the menu. “What’s good here?” I ask.
“Pancakes, waffles, omelets, eggs benedict. Their hollandaise sauce is amazing,” he tells me.
“Sold,” I set down the menu, not needing to look at it any longer. “What are you going to get?”
“Bacon pancakes.” He places his menu down on top of mine and sets them on the edge of the table.
“Bacon pancakes, seriously?”
“Yup.”
“That can't be good for you,” I shake my head and smile at him.
“Everything's better with bacon,” he deadpans.
The waitress returns, sets our drinks down and takes our order.
“Ever have a bacon milkshake?” he asks after she walks away.
“No, that sounds disgusting.”
“It’s not. It’s amazing.
“Only you would like bacon on everything.” Those words slip past my lips and I freeze.
“What did you pack?” Jake asks me as he pulls his foil wrapped sandwich from his backpack.
“Mom made me a BLT,” I say sitting down on the bank by the water.
“Let me see your sandwich.”
“Why?” I ask.
“Just let me see it.” He sits next to me and reaches out his hand waiting for me to hand it over. I am amused with what Jake will do next so I pretend to hand him the sandwich. As soon as he reaches for it, I pull it back and giggle.
“June, sandwich,” he says again a smile dances all over his face.
I hand him the sandwich and watch as he opens it, snags off two pieces of bacon, opens his peanut butter and jelly sandwich and places the bacon right in the middle of his sandwich.
“Jake, that’s just gross!”
“It’s so good. You should try it.”
“There is no way I will try that!”
“Your loss,” he says with a mouthful of bacon and PB&J.
“Only you would like bacon on everything.”
He grins at me. There is a smudge of peanut butter at the corner of his mouth. I want to wipe it away with my thumb, but I’m still too nervous.
“June?” Lucas asks. Oh shit. I must’ve gotten lost in the memory. My heart beats rapidly and I feel the beat behind my eyes all the way to my fingertips. I blink once, then twice. I need to get a grip. It’s not him. He’s not Jake.
“Are you okay?”
I realize I still haven't answered him. He grabs my hand. I wonder if he can feel how rapidly my heart is beating. “I’m, I’m okay.” I inhale deeply steadying my nerves, then take a sip of my
hot coffee.
“What was that?” concern lacing his voice.
“I’m not really sure,” I lie. I don't want to admit him how much he reminds me of Jake. I like Lucas. I like Lucas and don't want him thinking that the reason I'm with him right now is because of the similarities. Yes, that’s probably part of it, but Lucas is sweet, funny and there is this unbelievable connection.
Lucas squints his eyes at me. He is trying to read my face to see if he can decipher my lie.
“So, what’s on the agenda today?” I want to change the subject.
“We can go back to my place and I can take advantage of every beautiful inch of you,” Lucas says low and seductively.
I blush thinking about how much he has already taken advantage of me.
“That’s very enticing. I do have a request, though.”
“I take requests.”
“After we stop by my place and I shower, change and make sure everything is good with Liz. I also need to stop by the drugstore.”
“Everything okay?”
“Yes, I need to pick something up, that’s all. No big deal.”
He looks at me concerned for a moment, then brushes it off when I smile brightly at him.
When we walk into my dark apartment Liz is on a purple yoga mat, watching a DVD, and mimicking the slender woman’s pigeon pose.
“You’re up early,” I flip on the light switch.
“You’re not alone?” she says accusatory.
“Hey, Liz,” Lucas says with a short wave, his eyes roaming over our small eclectic apartment. Liz switches poses in sync with the instructor on the television. Lucas doesn't pay her much mind, which is a feat in itself since she is gorgeous and decked out in yoga gear.
Our apartment has a nice flat screen TV, courtesy of Liz. The sofa has a bold flower print and on each side of the sofa there is a small armchair that tends to act more like a catch-all for me. The small coffee table has since been pushed against the wall to make room for Liz’s yoga. Incense sticking out of the house plant in the windowsill above the sink, mixed with Liz’s freshly shampooed hair makes the apartment smell like clean hippies, if that’s even a thing.
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