Tempt

by Remy Blake

  She smiles up at me, her arms around my waist. “I want that too. I’m not ready to let you go either.”

  We eat our sandwiches at the long marble island, sitting on the comfortably padded seats of the barstools. I know it’s time for us to talk about some things we haven’t had a chance to.

  Sipping my water, I enjoy the cool liquid, quenching my thirst, before I begin. “I have to return to school in another week. I’ll be there for the better part of two months and then I graduate.”

  She glances down at her plate. “Where’s your school located?”

  “In Delaware. It’s a three-hour drive from here with no traffic.” When her eyes raise back up there’s a sheen of tears in them. I place my hand on her leg and squeeze. “Don’t worry, we’ll figure something out.” She nods her head and takes a bite of her sandwich.

  I lean down catching her gaze. “I want to spend as much time with you as I can until I have to go back to school.”

  She nods her head and smiles. “Why don’t we go to your house and pack a bag? I want you to stay with me until you have to head back.”

  “I thought you’d never ask.”

  15

  Charlotte

  Sitting on Lucas’ bed, with pillows propped up behind my back, I watch as he packs the things he’ll need to spend the week at my place. My mind goes through our night together, and I decide that this is the perfect time to ask how the hell he’s managed to stay a virgin up until now. When he spoke those words yesterday, I was coming down from the high of his mouth on my pussy; I was desperate for his cock inside me. Now with a clear mind, it’s something that I don’t know if I should feel flattered about or feel guilty for taking.

  “Lucas.”

  “Yeah,” he responds distractedly.

  “Can I ask you about the whole virgin thing?” He lifts his head up and stops shoving clothes into his bag.

  “What do you want to know?”

  “Well, I don’t know if it’s something you’re embarrassed about or there’s a particular reason why you held off?” This feels so awkward. “I just wanted to say I hope it was good for you.”

  He chuckles, and the side of his mouth lifts, showing off my favorite smirk.

  “Come here,” he says playfully. Slowly, I crawl toward him. When I reach the end of the bed, I kneel in front of him and wrap my arms around his neck. He cups my ass and kisses me intensely. Is he trying to distract me from the conversation?

  I pull back. “Lucas, tell me,” I demand.

  “Surprisingly,” he says, as he pushes me into his erection. “I was too preoccupied with learning the family business to notice girls.” His hands move up from my ass and slowly reach the bottom of my camisole.

  “By the time I started fooling around, all the girls I met wanted a commitment and I didn’t.” He lifts the material up all the way, my arms rising so he can take it off me. Throwing the piece of clothing on the side of the bed, he quickly brings his focus onto my breasts. His hands find the back of my bra, and he unclips it. As the straps loosely drape over my shoulders, I slip my arms out of each one, letting the bra fall to the floor.

  Capturing a nipple with his mouth, his tongue circles the sensitive tip before he bites it lightly. Licking and kissing his way back up to my neck, he grabs my hand and directs it to his cock. “So, I found other ways to get my dick wet.”

  I palm him through his pants, and salivate at the thought of his cock near me. Unzipping his jeans, I pull them down, so his front and back are exposed. With every intention to put him in my mouth and give him the best fucking blow job he’s ever had; It seems he has other plans.

  “Lie back on the bed Charlie,” he demands. He steps out of his pants and climbs on the bed on all fours, stalking toward me.

  “Do you know how much I love your tits Charlie? Do you?” He’s kneeling over me, while he strokes himself. “Let me fuck your tits, baby.”

  There’s no need for words. I squeeze my breasts together, showing Lucas I want this. He grabs his cock and lets the tip encircle each nipple before he pushes himself between my cleavage. His eyes burn with lust. The skin on skin contact is euphoric, heightening my arousal with every thrust.

  “Shit, baby I’m going to come.” He moves faster, and I lick the tip of his cock every chance I get, enjoying the salty taste of his precum.

  “Fuck, your mouth drives me crazy. Where do you want me to come? All over your tits or in your mouth?”

  I want to taste him; feel his come slide down my throat. “In my mouth,” I say decisively.

  He pushes his cock into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat repeatedly.

  Once. Twice. Three times.

  “Fuck,” he groans loudly.

  I moan as soon as I feel his come trickle down. It’s all too much, my clit throbbing in anticipation. I reach down to touch my clit and Lucas grabs my wrist.

  “I got you, baby.”

  He slides down the bed, till he’s face to face with my pussy. “I fucking love the way you smell, it’s almost as good as you taste.”

  I’m wet. Dripping.

  “Charlie, you’re driving me crazy.” He drives two fingers into me, hooking them just as the flat of his tongue swipes at my clit. I pull his hair, certain that it is painful for him; the sensation is too much.

  Three more licks, and I convulse around his fingers. His tongue lapping up the remnants of my orgasm. Before I know it his mouth is on mine, our tongues ferociously battling it out.

  “I need to be inside you,” he says in between kisses. With ease, he glides into me and even though I know we won’t last long, I can feel the change between us. The desperation. The need to climb into one another and feel the things that can’t be explained; to feel connected in more ways than one.

  Sated, we lay in one another’s arms, enjoying the way it feels to just be.

  “Have you ever played truth?” he asks me.

  “What’s that? Like truth or dare but without the dare?”

  “You’re so smart.” He taps my nose and smiles. “That’s exactly how you play. You go first.”

  There’s so much I want to know about Lucas and only having a week with him, means I feel rushed and conflicted; I can’t decide whether to start with light questions, or dive into the heavy. Combine that with the insatiable urge to fuck and my priorities are all over the place.

  I go for the light question first and hope that we feel comfortable enough to broach what will be the ultimate test of our relationship.

  “Okay, is sex all you expected it to be?”

  Placing his finger under my chin, he tips my face up to look at him in the eye. “With you, everything is better than I expect it to be.”

  I bury my face in his chest, embarrassed by the fact that a teenager has me swooning. Quickly changing the topic for my benefit Lucas asks me a few trivial questions, hearing him sound so animated about my favorite TV show and favorite food, has me in awe at how quick he can read me in such a short time.

  Back and forth with a few more questions, I decide to take the plunge and ask some more serious questions.

  “Lucas,” I pause. “Where’s your mom? What’s she like?”

  His body tenses, and I slowly rub circles in the middle of his chest. I almost wish I didn’t ask the question.

  “Just tell me. We’re going to have to talk about your mom and Geoffrey sooner rather than later.”

  He exhales loudly, and lays his hand on top of mine; resting on his chest.

  “Fine,” he says sounding defeated. “I’ll tell you all the highlights.”

  16

  Lucas

  Staring up at the white plastered ceiling I wonder where to begin. How do I explain my mother and the way she is - the way she’s always been?

  “She’s an amazing mother,” I pause, “when she has no boyfriend around to distract her. When she’s in a relationship, which is most of the time, then she tends to forget about the rest of the world, including me.” I push my hair back off
my face and glance at Charlie. I don’t want to see pity on her face. I’m not feeling fucking sorry for myself. I love my mom and I accepted who she is a long time ago. I’ve been taking care of myself for as long as I can remember and it’s made me the independent person I am.

  My eyes sweep over her stunning face, taking in her expression of interest, not pity. I breathe a sigh of relief. I would hate for her to feel sorry for me. I’m a man and I can handle what life throws at me. “She travels a lot with whomever her current guy is. She prefers them younger than her and most of the time they’re unemployed.” I chuckle and shake my head. It’s too absurd to make heads or tails of, and I gave up long ago trying to figure out why my mother chooses the men she does.

  “Did you spend a lot of time alone when you were growing up?” Charlie asks, her fingers lightly trailing over my chest.

  “We had Maria, who was our live-in maid/cook and she’s like another mother to me. My dad hired her when I was born and she still works for my mother. She lives in the guesthouse with her husband, Jack. He takes care of the grounds and anything that needs to be repaired. They never had kids. He took me under his wing and taught me how to build things. Last summer we made a picnic table and benches for their back patio.” I smile as I think about what a great sense of accomplishment it gave me to build something with my own two hands.

  The words of wisdom Jack offered that day have stayed with me. “There’s nothing better than building something with your own two hands. Taking raw materials like wood or steel and creating something new with them is better than any therapy you’ll ever find on a shrink’s couch.” He clapped me on the back. “Manual labor is good for the brain and for the soul.”

  “Do you enjoy living at school?” Charlie asks cuddling up to my side. I wrap my arm around her shoulders and pull her closer. I’ll never get tired of being with her like this.

  “I do. I have some great friends at my school and some of them I’ve known my whole life. Their parents were friends with my father. My best friend Murph has been my roommate for the past four years.” My fingertips trail up and down the smooth skin of her arm. “He lives right down the street from me and we hang out when we’re home on break or for the summer vacations. He’s also going to Yale in the fall.”

  “I didn’t know you were going to Yale. That’s impressive.”

  I gaze down at her and smile. “I’ll be the third generation of Rockwell's to go there. It wasn’t like I had a choice. Dad made it known pretty much from day one that it was expected of me. I also got accepted to Harvard, but I only applied just to mess with my dad.” I chuckle and think about how I prank called him and told him that I was going to Harvard instead of Yale.

  “You can’t go to Harvard,” he scoffed. He sounded so outraged I would even consider attending there.

  “When I’m at Yale I’ll be close by. If you’re not done using me for my big dick we can continue to see each other.”

  She picks her head up and drapes her torso over my chest, looking down at me. “You don’t really think that you’re just sex to me, do you?” A frown line appears between her eyebrows.

  I run my index finger over the wrinkle and smooth it out. “No, I don’t think that at all. I can see in your beautiful blue eyes that I mean more to you.” I cup her face in my hands and lock gazes with her. “I know this was unexpected and you’re not ready to label what we are. I’m good with that for now.”

  We went to see the new Star Wars movie and I reminded her what it was like to make out like teenagers in the back of the theatre. Now we’re in the back of the limo and John is taking us for a ride. I asked him to keep driving until I let him know otherwise. I’ve been thinking about fucking Charlotte in the back of this car since the first time I set eyes on her.

  I connect my lips with hers and pull her onto my lap. My hands slide up her back and into her hair, tangling in her silky tresses as our tongues dance. She grinds down on my hard cock and I thrust my hips up to meet hers. My hands trail down her back and over the generous curves of her ass where I find the bottom of her short skirt. My fingers tease her thighs at the edge of the material before they flip it up to rest on her lower back. I grip both her ass cheeks in my hands and growl into her mouth when I find she’s wearing a thong.

  Our lips remain together as she reaches down and undoes the button on my jeans. She tugs down the zipper, pushing the material apart. She breathlessly pulls her lips from mine and smiles when she pulls my cock out. “Commando.”

  “I wanted to be prepared.” I smirk.

  “So, this is why you wanted John to drive us tonight?” She rubs my length against her seam, her thong the only barrier between us. “You’re pretty sure of yourself. What if I didn’t want to play along?”

  My hand slides down her ass, hooking her thong to the side while the fingers of my other hand trail through her wetness to rub her clit. “Then I would have persuaded you with my tongue or my dick.” I place kisses along the graceful curve where her shoulder and neck meet and then move up to kiss below her ear. I bite on the bottom of her earlobe and then growl. “Ride my cock, Charlie.”

  She raises up and guides me inside her before slowly sinking down on my length. My teeth clench, as I fight off the orgasm that’s right there, ready to shower the inside of her pussy. “Go slow.” I hold her hip with one hand, and grip her hair with the other one.

  Her hands snake under my shirt. The press of her warm palms against my stomach and chest is soft until she rakes her nails all the way down to where we’re connected.

  “Fuck.” The sting of her nails has me even more on edge. “You’re so fucking perfect,” I groan. “Ride me baby. Show me how much you love my cock.”

  She grips my shoulders, shoves her tits in my face, and rolls her hips back and forth. I suck on the delicate skin of her neck, digging my fingers into her hips. Her movements are slow and languid like we have all the time in the world and it’s driving me crazy.

  I pull her down on my cock as my hips piston upward. Her hands go to my cheeks and she peers in my eyes. “Don’t move. I want to make you come,” she whispers, her hands falling to my shoulders.

  I hold still as her hips rock against me, her pussy squeezing me. She slowly rides me, grinding her clit against me. I groan; my head falls back against the leather seat in surrender. She can do whatever she wants with me. I’m fucking hers.

  Her hips rise and fall, then rock and circle. Being inside her pussy is indescribable. The agonizing pleasure she’s making me feel is beyond words. I hold on to my control as long as I can and when my orgasm finally hits a guttural groan expels from my lips. My fingers dig into the delicate skin of her hips as I release inside her. I wrap my arms around her and pull her down to my chest. We remain there, still connected in the most intimate way as our breathing settles down. I can’t get enough of her - of what she makes me feel. Whatever this emotion is that makes my chest full enough to burst, I never want it to end.

  17

  Charlotte

  The sound of my phone vibrating on the nightstand, stirs me out of my sleep. The sun peeking through the curtain subtly warms up the room. Lucas’ arm is wrapped around my torso, his hand perfectly cupping my breast in his sleep; I love being here, like this. Falling asleep and waking up in a tangle of sheets, limbs and skin, is something a girl could get used to. These last three days with Lucas have been absolute bliss. There’s no way I could predict the outcome of our attraction. Seeing Lucas for the first time, my mind was clouded by lust and desire, now I know there’s so much more beneath the skin. Beneath the impenetrable Rockwell mask. We have been living out a fantasy. No interruptions, no judgement, no past, no future - just us, here and now. Our bubble will burst soon enough, I can feel it. The secrets I have are endless and damaging. Lucas will undoubtedly have questions, and it doesn’t help that Stan, the attorney has been blowing up both our phones asking when we will be coming in to discuss the will. He has no idea we’ve been together every time he’s called. The
Rockwell fortune is the least of my worries though. Lucas can have it, after hearing about his mom, and realizing Geoffrey wasn’t around much either; he deserves it. I know the money doesn’t right any wrongs, but maybe it will soften the blow when he finds out the truth.

  The vibration starts again, and Lucas murmurs into my neck, “Make it stop. I’m not ready to wake up.” I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and sit up, my naked back facing Lucas. Reaching for my phone, I answer and put it on loudspeaker without looking at the name. Lucas’ fingers run up and down my spine.

  “Hello,” I say into the phone.

  “Baby girl, where have you been?” Ryan’s voice is loud. The movement on my back stops. Shit.

  I quickly turn the phone off loudspeaker and place the phone to my ear. Standing up I face Lucas and hope my naked body distracts him from wanting an explanation. His eyes are cold and angry; I know this appears to be worse than it is. I may have access to more money than I’ll ever need, but right here, right now, looking at Lucas with Ryan on the phone, I have more to lose than I ever thought possible.

  I cut Ryan off mid rant, “Ryan, I’ve got to go. I’ll call you later.”

  Lucas jumps out of bed, searching around the room for his pants.

  “Lucas.”

  His back is facing me as he steps into his pants, I can see the tension in his shoulders. “Lucas, babe.” Striding across the room, I wrap my arms around his torso and he stills.

  “Baby girl, huh? Who’s Ryan?” The tone of his voice is bitter. Removing my arms from around his waist, I walk around to stand in front of him. There’s no way I’m having this conversation, without being face to face.

  “Lucas, just stop and talk about it with me.” Both hands on his cheeks, I can see the hurt flicker in his eyes. It pains me to know I’ve put that there. “It’s not what you think, I promise.”