by Lila Moore
Luke looked a bit out of his element. He would glance at me, then Cinnamon, then back at me again. He didn’t seem to know what to do with his hands until she grabbed them and placed them on her ass.
“Do you like that Daddy?” she asked.
Luke didn’t respond; he simply swallowed hard and glanced at me for approval. Was he afraid of pushing me away? He didn’t need to be. I was fascinated by the scene.
Cinnamon sat down on Luke’s lap and started to move her hips in slow circles. Luke winced like he’d been stung. The girl smiled and started to grind on his cock faster.
“Help me,” she said, turning to me.
I swallowed hard. She turned her back to me and indicated the string on her bikini top. She wanted me to remove it. I stayed where I was and reached across the distance between us. For some reason I was afraid to get too close. I pulled the knot on her top free, then quickly took my seat in the shadows.
The girl’s breasts fell free. They were huge and obviously fake, but they were round and firm. They looked nice.
Luke only glanced at them. I had the impression he was afraid of enjoying the moment too much. My presence made him uncomfortable. I smiled and tried to catch his eye. Cinnamon grabbed my hand pulled me closer.
“Don’t be shy, baby.”
She took Luke’s hands and placed them on her breasts.
“Is this your boyfriend?” she asked me.
I didn’t respond. I wasn’t sure what to say. Luke wasn’t my boyfriend; but strangely, I liked the idea of pretending he was. Somehow, it made the experience feel naughtier.
“Do you like it when your boyfriend touches me?” she asked. “Do you like it when I touch him?”
Suddenly, she jumped up and turned around. She threw her back against Luke and slid down, rubbing against his cock as she moved over his body. She stood up and bent over, gazing at Luke over her shoulder. He watched closely as she pulled off her g-string. Her pussy was shaved bare and her whole body was perfectly tanned.
She flipped her pink hair around dramatically, then sat on his lap. She took Luke’s hands and placed them on her tits. Cinnamon looked at me expectantly. What did she want me to do? I had no idea where to start.
“Do you want to touch me?” she asked.
I couldn’t read Luke’s expression. Did he want me to touch her? Would it turn him on?
“I just want to watch,” I said, feeling disappointed in myself. I’ve never done anything like this before. It was a bit scary. I didn’t want Luke to think I was a boring prude, but the truth was that I was in over my head.
Cinnamon giggled and turned around on Luke’s lap. She pushed her breasts in his face, bouncing them off his head. I laughed; I couldn’t help myself. They looked ridiculous, like two overinflated beach balls punching him in the face.
“That’ll do, sweetheart,” he said to Cinnamon.
I frowned. I didn’t like it when he called her ‘sweetheart.’
Luke pulled out his wallet and handed her a stack of hundreds. A smile spread across her face as she counted the money. Deep dimples appeared on her cheeks, making her look younger than her years.
“Why don’t you give us some alone time?” Luke said.
“You got it.”
Cinnamon collected her discarded sparkly bikini and headed out the door.
“Room’s yours for the next forty-five minutes,” she said, as she closed the door behind her.
Luke sighed and looked at me. My pussy pulsed hot and wet between my legs. I rubbed my thighs together and considered Luke. Was he hard? It was too dark to tell.
“You don’t have to sit so far away,” he said.
I inched closer. Watching Luke with the stripper had turned me on, but the experience left me feeling shy. I wasn’t as hot as her. I could never turn Luke on the way she did. I twisted the engagement ring around my finger nervously. The low-light reflected off the diamond, sending an array of light across Luke’s face. He took my hand. I thought he’d try to pry the ring off again, but he only held my hand in his. He ran his fingers over my palm and stared at me.
His intense stare forced me to look away. Luke was a man with years of experience. He was rich and handsome; he’d had dozens, if not hundreds of women. Who was I? A dumb little girl who thought she was entitled to a guy that was hotter than she deserved.
Luke brushed my hair out of my eyes and ran his hand over my cheek and across the curve of my jaw. Our eyes met; tension radiated through him. He looked as if he was battling with some inner turmoil. Then his expression cleared. He’d come to a decision about an unspoken question.
What went on behind those intense green eyes? What was it that had him so conflicted? I soon got my answer.
Luke leaned in and kissed me. His mouth was firm and soft against mine. My lips parted. I felt his tongue briefly press against mine. We kissed for what felt like ages. When we broke apart, I exhaled and swallowed hard. I hadn’t realized I’d been holding my breath until our kiss was broken.
Luke pulled me closer and kissed my face and neck. I climbed on top of him and sat on his lap. I could feel his cock, hard and thick through his pants. I moaned. Without thinking, I started to grind against him.
Luke inhaled sharply. He bit my earlobe and pulled off my sweater. His lips moved down my chest leaving a trail of kisses over my breasts. One handed, he unhooked my bra and tossed it to the floor.
Luke flipped me over onto my back. I stretched out beneath him on the long couch. Deep bass hummed through the room as Luke unbuttoned my jeans. He slid them off my legs quickly. I laid before him in nothing more than my underwear.
He stared down at me, taking in my form.
My heart beat quickly with fear and anticipation. Did he like what he saw? Would he change his mind?
He took off his jacket and threw it behind him. Then he was on top of me, kissing my breasts and biting them playfully. I ran my fingers through his hair and pulled.
He kissed my stomach, making me giggle. Then he moved lower. Heat pulsed inside me with such intensity I was convinced he could feel it too.
Luke slid my underwear off and buried his face between my legs. When his tongue touched my clit, I hissed like I’d been burned. My body reacted violently. My hips swayed; I arched my back. I cried out with sharp bursts of energy.
As he sucked on my clit, he ran his tongue over my g-spot in a quick circular motion. I ran my fingers through his hair, twisting and pulling.
Luke’s strong hands gripped my ass. He squeezed, pulling me towards him as he went down on me.
Heat radiated through my body as if an electrical current was dancing across my skin. Wet with desire, my pussy throbbed as he slid his tongue inside me. Suddenly, Luke was positioning himself between my legs. He leaned over me, staring into my eyes.
Something was missing. He still wore his shirt. I wanted to see what he looked like beneath it.
I grabbed his collar and pulled. Buttons flew as his shirt tore open. His chest was more muscular than I’d imagined. I ran my fingers through his chest hair and over his six-pack. I traced the rise and fall of his abs with my fingertips. I wanted more time to explore his muscles, but a fierce urgency possessed me. My body ached to feel him inside me.
Luke
My cock throbbed so hard I could barely stand it. I could still taste Genevieve’s pink, wet pussy on my lips. She writhed beneath me, spreading her legs. I was fumbling with my zipper when she suddenly sat up and pulled off my shirt. Actually, tore off is more accurate.
A button shot across the room under the force of her strength. The violence in her desire took me by surprise. I had no idea she was so strong.
Genevieve ran her nails down my chest, then wrapped her lips around my nipple. Her long tongue snaked out of her mouth circling my areola. She took my nipple between her teeth and pulled.
It was painful, but in a way that felt good. The sting of her bite sent a wave of pleasure up and down the shaft of my cock. Her blue cat eyes fixed on me. Sh
e gave me a naughty look as she bit my chest. Her eyes spoke of a desire her lips could not articulate. Genevieve was a bad girl pretending to be a good girl.
I couldn’t stand it any longer. The desire radiating through my cock had turned painful. I pushed her down and spread her legs open. Her eyes were fixed on my cock as I grabbed her legs and pulled her to me. Her tits bounced as I dragged her; red light reflected off her pale skin.
I kissed her hard as I positioned myself between her legs. Genevieve bit my lip hard enough to draw blood. She was like a feral animal. The girl was a lot wilder than I gave her credit for. Maybe all the time she’d spent with that feckless loser Michael had left her craving the touch of a real man.
I watched her eyes roll back into her head as I drove my cock inside her. A groan vibrated through my chest. Her pussy was tight and wet; it stretched around my cock with effort. I hoped I wasn’t hurting her.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
I was met with a deep moan in reply. She didn’t need to speak; I knew exactly what she wanted. Her body begged for more.
I pulled out and drove my cock into her again. The heat inside her drew me in like a moth to the flame.
Genevieve looked up at me with innocent eyes. They were the same as her mother’s, but different. Her mother’s eyes were hardened by years of rough men and hard living. Genevieve’s eyes were those of an inexperienced girl. They begged to be taught the things only a man can teach.
I was half way inside her when she reached out and grabbed my ass. She squeezed and pulled me deeper. She whimpered and moaned, squirming beneath me with barely contained ecstasy.
The sounds she made drove me wild. I started to thrust into her harder. She wasn’t a fragile girl. She wanted it rough and I was more than happy to give it to her. Our hips crashed against each other.
“It’s too much…” she cried out. “Don’t stop.”
Watching her overwhelmed body writhe beneath me sent a surge of liquid heat through my cock. I wasn’t going to last much longer. I picked up the pace. My strokes came long and hard. She took my engorged cock eagerly.
A convulsion racked her body. Genevieve wasn’t going to last much longer. Vainly, she tried to muffle the sound of her moans in the fabric of the couch. It did no good. Her cries carried through the room, louder than the club’s music.
A burst of energy rushed through my cock and exploded inside her. Distantly, I thought about pulling out, but the desire to cum inside Genevieve was too great.
Spent, I collapsed on top of her. Genevieve turned on her side. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her against my chest. I could have fallen asleep there, but Cinnamon would be back soon to kick us out.
I checked my watch we still had fifteen minutes left in the room. Was it enough time to fuck her again?
Genevieve
Tremors shot through my body. I couldn’t lie still. If Luke hadn’t pulled me against his hard body I think I would have floated away. His hand moved over my stomach and rested on my left breast. He ran his fingers over my nipple and along the curve of my cleavage.
I was soaking wet. My pussy still pulsed with the pounding it had just taken. I squeezed my thighs together. How long would it take before Luke was ready for round two?
The door flew open.
“I knew you’d never…” Michael shouted from the doorway. His jaw fell slack. He stared at our naked bodies twisted together on the couch and looked shocked.
I knew exactly what he meant when said, ‘I knew you’d never…’ He fully expected to bust into this room to find that I’d chickened out.
I smiled smugly.
Michael and I were together for six months and never once had sex. It just never felt right. I’d known Luke for little more than twenty-four hours and we were already fucking. I wanted to rub it in Michael’s face, but didn’t. The euphoria I felt after sleeping with Luke left me carefree and relaxed. That is, until a flash went off.
I wasn’t sure what to make of it at first. I was blinded by a white light. I blinked and rubbed my face. Luke jumped up and started to run for Michael. It was then I realized what the source of the light was: a camera. Michael had taken a picture of us with his cell phone.
Luke ran as far as the door then stopped.
“Slimy, rat-faced piece of shit…” he muttered as Michael slipped into the crowd and disappeared.
He closed the door and we both started to dress.
“Why would he take a picture?” I asked. “I’m pretty sure he got a full shot of me completely naked. What if he puts it up on one of those revenge porn sites? You know, one of those websites where angry, pathetic assholes post nude photos of their ex-girlfriends for the world to see? I’ve heard they include personal information; your real name, your phone number, home address. What if a bunch of creeps on the internet find my photo and start harassing me? What if people I went to school with see me naked?”
Hysteria was creeping into my voice.
“That’s not going to happen. I won’t let it.”
“It could be too late. He could have already uploaded it. It only takes a second.”
“If he did, I’ll kill him.”
I fumbled with the buttons on my sweater. I couldn’t stop my hands from shaking. If a naked picture of me ended up on the internet, it could haunt me for the rest of my life. My future employers, future friends, anyone who searched for my name would find it.
Luke put his hands over mine to stop them from shaking. I took a deep breath.
“I’m going to fix this,” he said. “I promise.”
He squeezed my hands and brought them to his lips. He kissed them sweetly, then buttoned up my sweater for me.
“Put on your shoes. I’m taking you home.”
I was so shaken by Michael’s presence that it didn’t occur to me until too late that home was not a good place to be right now.
Luke pulled his sports car to a stop in front of the condominium I shared with my mother.
“I’ll go up with you,” he said.
“No, I don’t think that’s a good idea. If my mother sees us together, she’ll know what happened.”
Luke looked out the window as if he was considering something unseen.
“I’m going to find Michael and beat the shit out of him,” he said out of nowhere.
I smiled. A man had never fought for me, or over me. If he wanted to kick Michael’s ass, I wasn’t going to stop him. Before tonight I wanted him back more than anything. Now I knew I’d been horribly wrong about him. The Michael I knew would never try to get revenge by taking nude photos of me. That Michael never existed.
I swallowed hard and looked down at my hands. I’d been a fool. I hoped I wasn’t being a fool again by trusting Luke.
Luke leaned over and kissed me. This was goodnight. I was going to have to go upstairs and face my mother. There was no way in hell I was going to tell her the truth. I’d have to come with a good lie for why I’d taken her ring.
“Goodnight,” I whispered.
Luke kissed me again, then leaned across and opened the door for me. I never wanted to leave Luke’s side. Life felt safe and manageable with him nearby, but I had to confront my problems eventually.
I stepped out of the car and walked away with my head hanging down. I had the sinking feeling I’d never see Luke again. I glanced back before walking inside. He was staring at me intently, a grave expression on his face. As I entered the condo, I hoped that wasn’t the memory of Luke that I was left with.
When the elevator doors opened, I was greeted by silence. The quiet condo threw me off. I’d expected fury and hysterics from my mother.
I tiptoed inside and silently prayed that she’d gone out tonight. I entered the living room. She was sitting on the couch in silence.
“Where is it?” she said calmly.
She didn’t turn to consider me. I wasn’t sure how to respond. Should I play dumb? Act like I didn’t know what she was talking about? No. It was obvious she wanted t
o know where her ring was. I was the only person who could have taken it, so I might as well just admit it. Besides, it was still stuck to my finger. There was no hiding that.
“It’s here,” I said.
I walked around to face her. Her makeup was smudged around her eyes. She looked like she’d just woken up. I held up my hand showing her the diamond was safe and sound on my finger.
“I just wanted to see what it felt like,” I lied. “I’ve never seen or worn a ring like that. I thought it would make Michael jealous.”
Silently, I patted myself on the back for mentioning him. It made the lie more believable. My mother’s eye twitched at the mention of his name. Why was that? Had she already forgotten who he was?
“Anyways,” I said after taking a breath, “I can’t get it off now.” I tried to pull the ring off and failed. “I’ll figure something out. Hopefully, we won’t have to get it cut off.”
“I’ll cut your finger off before I touch that ring,” she replied.
Her voice was icy. My mother is usually the type to scream and yell like a crazy person. Cool anger is not what she’s known for. I’d never seen this side of her before. Her icy temper was frightening. I took a step back.
“Where were you tonight?” she asked.
“Out with Michael. I wanted to make him jealous, I told you.”
“Where did you go with Michael?”
“I met him at the café on the corner,” I lied.
She gave me a long, hard look.
“Did it work?”
“What?”
“Did you make him jealous?”
The memory of Michael’s face when he walked in on me with Luke flashed through my mind. I blushed.
“Yeah, I think so.”
A sharp clicking noise echoed through the room. My mother was drumming her fingernails on her cell phone screen.
“I never thought you’d sink this low,” she murmured.
My heart skipped a beat.
“What are you talking about?” I asked through clenched teeth.
