“Want me to refill your glass?” Luke offers as he grabs another beer from the fridge.
“No, thanks. I need a break.” I’m already drunk, but at least my hands don’t sting anymore.
He sits across from me on the couch and pulls one of my feet into his lap. He rubs at the sole, working the tender arch and heel made sore from our impromptu hiking expedition and my inappropriate footwear. I moan, the pleasure and pain radiating through me. He switches to work on the other one and I allow my head to loll back into the couch.
“That feels so fucking good,” I tell him. He clears his throat and his hands travel from my foot and up my calf. He alternates legs, working up my calves, near my sore knees. I’m surprised he hasn’t made a blowjob joke about them yet, but the night is still young.
“Do your shoulders hurt too?” His voice is gruff and if he’s offering, I won’t say no.
I get up and move so I’m right in front of him, giving him access to my back. He pushes my hair to one side and works out the string of knots lying across my shoulder blades, causing some moans intermixed with a few winces.
After a few minutes, his hands trail lightly up my neck, his fingers whispering across my skin and giving me gooseflesh. I tilt my head, giving him more access to my exposed neck, and he delivers.
But not with his hands.
His lips are soft and tentative as they meet my skin. They’re waiting for me to argue, to tell him to stop, but I don’t.
Maybe it’s the alcohol clouding my judgment.
Maybe it’s just Lucas and my overwhelming attraction that I’m tired of fighting.
I think it’s a little bit of both.
I moan, encouraging him. He takes note and places wet kisses up the tender skin on my neck. I turn my head an inch and he takes what I’m offering. His mouth finds mine in a desperate kiss.
Our connection is fervent, needy. I turn in his arms, deepening the kiss, but it’s still not enough. He lays me back on the couch and he follows, resting between my legs. The weight of his body pressing against my core brings me to life. My hands trail down his back, running over the muscular contours and memorizing them like a map.
He grinds into me, his groin rubbing against my clit. I arch my back, pressing my breasts against his chest.
A tiny part of my brain yells at me, trying to recall all of the horrible things Lucas has done to me over the years. You hate him, the voice says, but I push the accusation away.
I don’t hate him anymore.
I want him desperately. I want him to invade my body, my heart, and my soul. I want to dive headfirst into the wreckage that is Lucas Fletcher and not worry about the damage I’ll sustain.
My need for him is more powerful than the fear that this is a mistake.
Besides, some mistakes are meant to be made.
I’m acutely aware that I haven’t had sex in months. Desire is coursing through my veins like a wrecking ball. It’s demolishing all fear and logic in its wake. All I feel now is a yearning like I’ve never felt before.
After what seems like hours of kissing and dry-humping, we part. We have swollen lips and I’d bet my eyes are as dark with desire as Lucas’.
We’re panting already. Luke’s eyes flick from mine to my sore lips. A sinful smirk pulls at his lips and for a second I fear I’ve been played. That this was all a nasty game and he’s about to say, ‘gotcha!’
Then he sits up and offers me his hand. “Do you want to…”
He doesn’t even have to finish the sentence before I blurt out, “Yes.”
Eighteen
Lucas
I all but drag Olivia up the stairs to the master suite. The room is huge and I eye all the places I can bend Liv over and make her mine.
The chaise lounge in the corner could be fun. The shower is always a classic choice. Hell, I’m not above doing it on the shag carpet.
But the four-poster bed in the middle of the room has to be first.
As we near the bed, I can sense the nerves pouring off her in waves. I grip her hips and tug her against me, kissing her nice and slow. I want to kiss the anxiety out of her. I want to promise her this is more than just a random fuck.
If I wasn’t already rock hard, her quiet, sweet whimpers would get me there in an instant. Her hands move down my back and find their way under the bottom of my shirt. Though her fingers are cold as they graze my skin, they leave a fiery path in their wake. Her touch burns me, but I never wanted to be eaten alive by the flames more in my life.
She pushes my shirt up until I get the hint and take it off. She reaches for my jeans next and though her delicate hands shake, she unbuttons them. I kick them to the side and now I’m standing before her in my black briefs where my bulging erection is barely hidden.
Her sharp intake of breath lets me know she sees my cock, hard and straining for her. She reaches for the hem of her own shirt, ready to pull it up and over her head.
Even though my friends think this is just a game to me, I’ve waited four years for this moment. All the banter between us has built up the tension and I won’t let her take it away from me.
I stop her, taking the fabric from between her fingers and helping her remove her top. Her bra is black lace, a perfect contrast to her creamy skin. I can see the peaks of her nipples, hard under her bra and begging for my mouth.
Fuck, she’s hot.
She blushes as I stare at her, which only makes her more appealing. She’s a vision any artist would die to paint and I’m damn lucky I’m here with her now.
I peel her pants off her toned legs, and I’m on my knees before her, face level with her perfect pussy I can smell through her thin panties. I kiss her thighs before standing, using all of my willpower to not kiss the place we both want most. On wobbly legs, she climbs on the bed first and I follow her lead, crawling over her.
Our bodies are pressed together, skin to skin, aside from our best parts remaining sheathed. I grind into her. Even through my briefs, I can feel how wet her pussy is for me.
I move my right hand down her side until I reach her hip. I tease the top of her panties, sneaking my hand under the lace with measured precision. I want the anticipation of what I’m about to do to burn through her veins.
As I push over her mound to find her clit I’m met with soaking wet heat. I groan at the contact, imagining how good it will feel to sink into her.
Her hands fist the sheet on her left and the nails on her right hand dig into my thigh at the slightest brush against her sensitive bud. She whimpers, needing more, but I need to play with her a little first.
“You need to tell me what you want, Kitten.” My finger is making slow circles atop her throbbing clit. I’m torturing her, not letting her come, because I’m greedy and I want her to beg for it. I need her to not only beg to orgasm, but to beg for me.
“Please.” She writhes under me, attempting to position her body, searching for the right angle, the right amount of pressure.
“Please what?” I take her earlobe between my teeth and tug on the sensitive flesh.
“Fuck me, Lucas. Please, fuck me.” I pull back to see her skin flushing at her words. I’ve never been happier to oblige a woman with what she desires.
I lean back on my heels and pull her panties down her legs. When her cunt is naked before me, I drag a sole digit through her folds, gathering her wetness and spreading it back again. She’s fucking drenched and it’s all for me.
She sits up and watches me play with her like a good little kitten. I stop to remove her bra because I need to see her tits as much as I need to breathe. I unclasp the back and slide the straps down Liv’s arms. She helps to remove the lacy fabric and tosses it on the floor beside the bed.
Her tits are perfect. Big enough to fit into my palms and still be perky. Her nipples are pink and erect, itching for me to suck and nibble on the tempting peaks.
Leaving my underwear in place, I lean down and suck on the pink tip. I use one hand to finger her and rub her clit. Liv
lies back on an erotic moan. Her back arches as she cries out and I’m ready to blow in my fucking pants.
I pick up the pace, fucking her with two fingers and rubbing her bud as if I’ll die if she doesn’t come for me.
And I just might.
I alternate nipples and her breathing becomes shallow. Her moans get louder and when I release her nipple from my mouth, the cry she makes is desperate. She needs to come as much as I need her to.
“Come for me, Kitten. I can’t wait to fuck you after you come. You’ll be so wet for me.” My dirty mouth does the trick, pushing her over the ledge.
Her pussy throbs as her orgasm crashes through her. Her tight cunt squeezes my fingers and my dick somehow manages to get even harder.
She cries out and my name on her lips is a siren song. Fuck. I love hearing her call my name. I need to hear it again.
As she comes down from her first of many upcoming orgasms, I reach into the nightstand and pull out a condom. I came prepared, hoping I’d be lucky enough to sleep with Olivia, yet not actually expecting it to happen.
I toss my briefs to the side and my cock bobs as it springs free. I’m rock hard and throbbing. I’ve never wanted a girl as much as this one in my life.
My dick is sheathed and I can’t wait any longer. I test the waters, pushing the head between her slick folds. She spasms around me, still sensitive from her orgasm.
“Fuck,” I moan. I wait to see if she’ll stop me, if she’s done and full of regret now that she got off.
“Please, Luke.” Yes. I ease into her, taking it slow because I’m already close to losing control. “Oh, my God.” She’s breathless as I push all the way in. I give her a second to adjust to my size and allow her body to unclench, opening to me.
I can’t hold off much longer. She’s tight and the wet heat tightening around me is too fucking incredible. I pound into her. Hard. The bedframe smashes into the wall with the force of my thrusts. Liv’s screams fill the room alongside my moans, a perfect symphony of the basest pleasure.
I fuck her and I’m relentless. Yet, it’s not enough. I need more of her.
I lift her legs to change the angle and hit deeper. She cries out and I catch her whimpers with my mouth. I kiss her like these are my final moments because this orgasm very well may kill me. Her pussy clenches around me and starts to spasm and I’m a fucking goner. I break our kiss and groan, “Oh, fuck,” as I come.
The slap of our skin is loud as I fuck her until my dick is too sensitive to take anymore. I slow down to a still, pouring into her. My orgasm knocks the wind out of me. I’ve never come so hard in my life.
I smirk as I pull out of her and she whimpers at the loss of contact. I lean down and kiss her good and hard before getting up to dispose of the condom.
I can’t wait to do that again.
Nineteen
Olivia
I’m sated and dizzy with a high only orgasms can provide. I’m drunk on Luke and lust and this bed is so comfy I’m half asleep. Until the phone rings, but I ignore it, groaning and rolling over.
Lucas grabs his phone and I assume he’ll silence the offending device, but instead, he answers. His hushed whisper makes me smile knowing he’s trying to be quiet and not disturb me.
“It’s late, man, what do you want?” He leaves the room, leaving the door slightly ajar behind him. My ears can’t help but perk up—I’m only human.
There’s a long pause as I assume the person on the other end of the call is answering. Lucas murmurs the name Bryce and my blood turns cold. Nothing good follows where that guy goes. I hate that full of shit prick. I have a feeling he’s the real reason Lucas acts like such a douche ninety-nine percent of the time.
I crawl to the end of the bed to hear better, aiming my ear to the door. Luckily the plush mattress allows my movements to be silent.
“What about Liv?” He grunts the words into the phone and my stomach falls to the floor as I wait for the next words.
“What the fuck dude? I’m not going to tell you that.” He continues to argue for the next few minutes until an angry sigh leaves his lips. “Yes, I fucked her, okay? Are you happy now? You can cash in on the bet. It’s over now.”
My jaw drops and my eyes start an instant and familiar burn as tears flood my vision. He doesn’t mean…he isn’t saying…he can’t be…
How could I be so fucking stupid? I should’ve known. I shouldn’t have let him in. The tears fall onto the bed and I do my best to bury the sobs threatening to burst out of me. I really started to fall for that colossal douche. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
I climb back up the bed and under the covers. I let the silent tears fall against the pillow. I don’t need to hear any more of that conversation. It’s clear I already heard enough.
After several minutes, Lucas comes back and I pinch my eyes closed and make my breathing appear even. He kisses my shoulder before rolling away from me and the gesture makes a fresh bout of tears fall.
Tomorrow we leave and I’ll never have to see him again. No bet needed this time.
I wake up to Lucas’ heavy arm draped over my center. I don’t know when I finally fell asleep last night and I’m shocked I even could. I planned to sneak back to my room when he passed out, but I guess I didn’t get the chance. Yet, I realize as I look at the clock that I couldn’t have been asleep for too long seeing as it’s five-thirty and still dark out.
I slink out of bed, keeping quiet as I leave the room. I use the flashlight on my phone to grab my clothes off the floor before heading back to his sister’s room where the rest of my stuff is. I pack up my suitcase and move on to clean the downstairs as well. Then I go and take a searing hot shower to burn off all the traces of Lucas Fletcher from my skin.
I want to get out of here as soon as the devil wakes up. I don’t want to think about enduring the three hour car ride with him, but I don’t have much of a choice.
Time passes like a three-legged turtle. I start banging pots and pans in hopes of waking him up. After another thirty minutes passes, the toilet upstairs flushes and for the first time all morning, I’m excited. Lucifer is awake.
The devil incarnate comes downstairs and into the kitchen with bedhead and wearing nothing but a pair of basketball shorts. My lady business responds to the sight, but it otherwise feels like a knife to the heart. How could he be so callous in using me that way? The man’s a true sociopath.
“You’re up early,” he notes and makes his way across the room toward me.
I back away and a flash of hurt crosses his face. Give this man an award.
“I’m actually not feeling well. I was hoping we could leave.” Not the most original excuse, but it’ll do. I’m hoping he doesn’t take note of my puffy eyes and question me.
“Sure. Let me go change.”
I try my best to give him a fake smile, but it feels more like a grimace. I don’t give him the satisfaction of knowing he upset me. I won’t let him win or embarrass me further.
We pack up the car and I curl into the passenger seat. I pass out and sleep for most of the drive, the one benefit of barely sleeping at all last night. When I wake up, we’re back in Wilmington and in ten minutes I’ll be home. Then I can wipe my hands of him and hope karma takes over for me.
“Let me help you with your bags,” he offers once he parks outside my apartment.
“No, I, uh, I could be contagious. I just want to go to bed. I start walking away and he tries to stop me.
“Whatever it is, I probably already have it.”
I recall our night together and nausea rolls through my stomach for real. “I have to go.”
He yells after me, telling me he’ll call me and he hopes I feel better. I need to remember to block his number. I climb the stairs, allowing the shame to settle in my gut and the weight of this weekend to burn itself in my memory. I don’t want to hear the chorus of ‘I told you so’s from Kenna and any other person who has ever interacted with Lucas.
The embarrassment is unbearable. I’ve
never felt dumber in my entire life. Not even when I made fun of Principal Dover’s name during my first interview.
It’s not even noon yet since we got such an early start home. I’m praying by some miracle that McKenna isn’t home or awake or something because I don’t think I can face her without crying, and I’m not ready to tell her everything yet.
I unlock the door and the place is still. I think I might be in luck.
Heading to my room, I throw my suitcase in the corner to unpack at a later time. I don’t have the energy for it right now.
I crawl into bed and throw the covers over my head, burrowing under the down comforter. Before I know it, my eyelids grow heavy and I succumb to the desire to sleep. Maybe I’ll wake up and all of this mess will have never happened.
I can only hope.
Twenty
Lucas
“There he is. The legend himself. So, tell us, how was it—deflowering the virgin?” Bryce says from the couch, sitting beside our buddy Trey. Their feet are kicked up on the table and the TV is on with Workaholics playing.
“Wait, before you answer, we have to give you the congratulatory gift we made for putting up with that uptight prude.”
Trey presents me with a monster doobie that even Willie fucking Nelson would salivate at the sight of. I take the blunt because I don’t want to waste perfectly good pot even if the motives are all wrong.
“Fuck you guys. She’s not that bad.”
“In general or in the sack? Please give us all the dirty details. I bet she’s a closet freak, isn’t she? The quiet ones always are.” A wistful look forms on my roommate’s face and I have the urge to punch the look straight off his face.
“I’ll be in my room.” I can’t deal with either of them. I take my joint and head back to my bedroom.
“Hey, that joint is for all of us,” Trey yells.
“Tough shit.” I lock my door and fall back onto my bed. For once, I don’t even feel like smoking. I get up to put the blunt on my desk before collapsing back onto my mattress.
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