by Nora Cobb
I look out the passenger window as we pull up to the front of my house. The outside lights are on, but inside of the house is dark. Lucas tips the driver and walks me inside the house.
I switch on the lights in the kitchen. “Should we continue celebrating?” I pour two glasses of wine, and hand one to Lucas.
“Cheers,” he says, tapping the rim of his glass to mine. “To love.”
I hold the wineglass against my lips to avoid speaking. But Lucas slips it out of my hand and places it on the counter. In two quick steps, he pins my bottom against the kitchen counter. With nowhere to go, I look into his eyes and Lucas stares into mine. I hold my palms out to push him back and touch his flat stomach. Instantly, I’m lost. Slowly, my fingertips trace the defined ridges of his hard muscles.
“Uncle Phil could come home,” I whisper.
“I think he’ll be busy for an hour or two,” he replies.
My breath becomes heavy as Lucas tucks my wavy hair behind my ears then leans in for a deep kiss. His kiss is like going straight to heaven. My tongue dances in his mouth as we exchange furious strokes. It’s crazy, but it’s freeing to be desired. My pussy starts to tingle as he rubs his bulge against my body and I moan as he lifts me onto the countertop.
Lucas’ strong hands push my legs apart and he steps in between them. Flushed with want, I can’t hide the fact that my panties are drenched. He kisses me hard while his hand moves slowly up my thigh until it stops at my telltale panties. He hooks a finger around the soaked material and starts to pull it off me.
Tugging my panties down my hips onto my thighs, he reveals my soaked pussy. His eyes lift to meet mine, and I flush being this exposed where someone could walk in and see us. It’s unexpected, and Lucas smiles broadly, letting me know he approves of what he sees. Gripping my thighs, Lucas gives me an expectant look.
“Maybe we should go upstairs,” I protest.
“What’s upstairs?”
Trembling, I place my hand between us to stop him from coming any closer. “A bed?”
He scoffs. “We don’t need a bed.”
Lucas takes a step back and unfastens his pants in a quick motion. His thick cock springs forward from his open fly, and I can’t look away. Heavy and thick, it’s large and smooth. My body tingles again, and I want him close to me and holding me tight.
“Did you mean what you said about love?” I ask.
“Yes, Natalie. I can never have enough.”
The sounds of my shallow breaths are filling the quiet room. My mind is fighting a losing battle as my body wants this sexy boy desperately. Lucas is inches away from my aching pussy.
I hear a noise. Probably the house settling. “Not here.” My breathless voice rises as I force my legs together.
My protest makes him grin as he steps between my legs again. Leaning back, I grip the edge of the counter as his cock touches my hot slit. Groaning, my resistance is waning. He smiles arrogantly, and I moan as his tip presses into my moist folds. Sliding my hips forward, I ache for him to enter me. Opening my thighs wider, I whimper with need.
With a firm hand on my full bottom, Lucas aims his slick tip into my opening, and it pushes my aching pussy apart. Biting my lower lip, I close my eyes, anticipating the pain and the pleasure that I’m about to feel as his thick inches spread me apart. The lights outside the patio switch on suddenly, and pushing him back, I jump off the counter. “Upstairs!” I demand.
“What is that?” he asks, frowning at the outside light.
“Probably a deer; the lights are on motion sensors.” I pray it’s a deer as I check the alarm and shut off the kitchen light.
In the hallway, I yank my panties back onto my hips and swiftly walk upstairs. “You better have a condom,” I say to him as he pulls me against his hard body. “Don’t disappoint me now.”
“I would never disappoint you,” he whispers.
Lucas pins me to the wall outside of my bedroom, grabbing my hips and grinding his rock-hard bulge into me while kissing the curve of my neck. The front of my wrap-dress slips open as his nimble fingers slide in between my legs and invade my panties.
Moaning, I rub my body against his in a frenzy. The hallway is visible from the front hall, and we can be seen if Uncle Phil walks in, but Lucas’ fingers are driving me wild. Shamelessly, I spread my legs and lean against his strong body as he feverishly rubs my tender, aching folds. My body responds to his skilled touch as my legs go weak. Need is overriding my common sense as an orgasm shakes my knees.
I gasp as Lucas pulls his hand away. Flustered, I lean back against the wall as I watch him lick his finger. Grabbing my hand, I yank Lucas into my bedroom and lock the door.
He looks around. “I’ve never been in your bedroom before.” He picks up a fluffy cloud pillow with a smiley face.
“Are you going to make a joke?”
“Does humor make you come?” he grins.
“Maybe,” I smile, “at the right moment.”
Looking at me, Lucas removes his suit jacket, then his dress shirt. His torso looks like an inviting advertisement for daily workouts. His flat abs form a six-pack, his arms are muscular, and his shoulders are broad. Lucas smirks and I cannot take my eyes off him as I lust for his sexy, built body. My pussy starts to heat up again. Lucas leans on the wall beside the door.
“You’re sure, Natalie?” Lucas’s tone is gentle. “I won’t take advantage of you.” He’s giving me control, but I want him to stay. I don’t want him to go anywhere.
He’s wickedly sexy, watching me with hazel eyes and full lips that I want to kiss again. I smile shyly at him, barely lifting my eyes, and nod. Lucas’ gaze roams my body as he confidently walks toward me. I’m trembling with excitement, and I know he notices how nervous I am. Smiling softly, he looks into my eyes. “It’s okay. I won’t hurt you. I’ll never do that.”
“I know.” And I do know, because he’s proven that he cares about me. He won’t back down to anyone for any reason. I meant it when I said I loved him, and now, it’s even stronger.
“I wonder if you taste as sweet as you look,” he says.
“Like champagne,” I purr.
Lucas reaches over and pulls the string around my waist, and my dress falls completely open, exposing my skimpy bra and panties. He steps behind my back and tugs my dress off my shoulders until it drops to my feet. His hand brushes the straps of my bra off my shoulder, and with a quick motion, it, too, falls to the floor. I’m almost naked except for panties and my heels.
He pulls off his shoes, trousers, and briefs and tosses them aside. He’s completely naked, and he sits casually on my bed, as if he’s posing for a statue by Michelangelo. I can’t stop staring at his toned body and massive erection, and my feet are frozen to the floor. Looking at his stiff, thick cock makes me want to melt on the spot.
“Come here.” His voice is calm but stern, as if he can’t wait for me any longer.
Looking at the floor, I slowly walk toward him and stand directly in front of him. Lucas doesn’t move, and I know that it’s my turn to prove how badly I want him. I go down on my knees, and my parted lips are an inch from his shiny tip. I reach eagerly for his cock, savoring the salty taste on his tip. Lucas moans as I caress him gently with my lips and tongue. He’s warm, thick, and heavy, and my pussy drips down my inner thighs as I suck him farther into my mouth.
He’s too big to handle, and I pray that I’m doing it right. With eager eyes, I look up at Lucas. He’s watching me with a grin on his handsome face. His firm hands grab the back of my head and tug me in closer. I’m afraid I’ll choke as he wraps my hair around his fingers. I’m afraid to look at him. I’m worried that Lucas will be disappointed because I can’t handle him, not even half of him. Slowly, I look up, and he’s smiling down at me as if he’s charmed with my innocence.
“Very sweet,” he says, brushing his fingertips along my rosy cheek. “You’re very sweet, Natalie.”
I pull away from him. “You know that I haven’t had a lot of exp
erience.”
“I’ll teach you what I like, kitten.”
Meeting his gaze, I cup my breasts in my hands, letting the hard pink nipples slip out between my fingers. My breasts aren’t large, but they can fill his mouth. I pull off my soaked panties and then, like a good little girl, I stand up, watching his gorgeous hazel eyes the whole time. He reaches out and pulls me into his arms.
“We’ll go slow, Natalie,” he whispers, and I nod.
I place my hands on his broad shoulders to steady myself. Sighing softly, I stroke the hard muscle under his smooth skin. Leaning back, he pulls me onto the bed and I straddle his hips. Lucas aims his cock into my swollen pussy and lowers me down. I’m very wet, and his tip slips into my hot opening then stops. With an effort, I start to slide down his wide inches as he holds my bottom in his firm hands. Moaning loudly, I feel the stretch, and it sends tingles of pleasure to my core. And when I think Lucas’ cock is all the way in, he grabs my waist and pulls me down farther, until I’m flush against his lap. Feeling his full cock all the way in me, I arch my back. I could come right now, but we’re only starting.
He pulls me toward him and his mouth clamps down on my hard nipple as I start to ride his thick shaft. His thrusts are forcing my pussy to stretch to fit his wide inches, and I moan like a banshee. If anyone walked into the house, I couldn’t stop. Groaning loudly, he pulls my hips up, and I fall back down, punishing my pussy and coating him with my juices. I’m ready to orgasm, but he stops the action.
“I want you to watch how beautiful you are.”
“Why?” I pant, looking at him, confused.
“Because I don’t want you to be shy about making love to me ever again.”
I lead him into my private bathroom. The vanity is long, with two sinks and a mirror that covers the wall from the counter to the ceiling. I watch my reflection as I walk over to the counter. My pale skin is flushed, my blonde hair is tousled into tangles, and my pussy is glistening in the soft light of the bathroom. Lucas is watching me with a smile on his face. His cock is glowing, and he faces me toward the mirror and covers me with kisses.
“Lucas,” I moan as he strokes my skin. I love how I feel. How sexy he makes me feel under his patient touch, but I’m heating up and I want more. I spread my legs open as I bend over the counter for him to take me again.
Scowling, Lucas pushes into my waiting pussy. “You’re nice and tight, kitten.”
It turns me on to watch his muscular body in the mirror, pumping into mine. Roughly thrusting deep into me, Lucas grabs my ass, and the ache makes my orgasm rise. His hands go from my ass to my breasts as he pinches my hard nipples between his fingers. The pinch stings and I clench my pussy around him, making Lucas groan. He grimaces as he pounds harder and deeper, as if he’s going to teach me a lesson for ever doubting his love, and I work my hips to keep up with his pace.
“You want to cum, baby?” he teases me.
I can’t form the words, so I moan loudly.
My body shakes as my orgasm brings me to tears. I’m overwhelmed with release as my heated body collapses onto the vanity. Gasping in rapid succession, I don’t know how long my orgasm lasts, but it’s a long while before I catch my breath.
I open my eyes and watch our reflections in the mirror as Lucas continues to fuck me tirelessly. My hair is a wild bird’s nest, and my skin is glowing with sweat. Lucas always looks composed and cool as he grins at me in the glass. Racing in and out, I strain against his thick cock, and my mouth is panting on every thrust as he shows me how much he wants me.
When Lucas pulls out of me, I whimper in protest, but he carries me to the bed. “I want to look into your pretty eyes when I finish,” he says.
Lucas is a gorgeous man, but at that moment, he looks even more beautiful, and my desire to have him grows. On my bed, he leans over my sweaty body and positions the tip of his hard cock against me. Pausing, Lucas looks into my willing eyes and then kisses me tenderly on the lips. I don’t know why, but it makes me want Lucas more knowing how gentle he could be.
Lucas pushes deep into me, and I cling to him, needing to feel his muscular body pressing against me. With parted lips, Lucas leans in and we kiss again as he moves in and out at a building speed. Panting, I gyrate into him, rubbing my swollen clit against his hard body. My orgasm starts as short pants leave my lips. I stare into his flashing hazel eyes as I rise higher.
As I come down from my high, Lucas starts to pump at a furious pace and his solid body tenses. I buck my hips as he pounds into me recklessly. His hips jerk against my tenderness, and a thrill races through my body. Lucas gives a few hard, quick thrusts of his rock-hard cock then buries himself deep inside me. I hold onto him as he releases.
Lying on the bed, I hold Lucas as he rests his head against my chest. I’ve lost track of time, but it’s obvious that Uncle Phil won’t be home tonight. Lucas pulls himself off me, and I feel cold as a chill covers my body.
“Should I stay?” he asks.
I look him in the eye and smiling, I nod.
“Good.” He lays his head on my shoulder and we fall asleep with our bodies tangled together.
CHAPTER 12
Beth
Now that I’m out, I’m not sure where to sit during assembly. I wait in the back of the auditorium, scanning the seats, and decide to sit in the back where I sat before Arielle. Surprising, there hasn’t been much of a backlash since I was booted out of the top clique. Lexa and Cora don’t avoid me in the hallways, which I initially expected. In fact, they seem to go out of their way to speak to me and make plans after school. I don’t have a problem with them, so I’m okay with that.
So I sit in the back and wait for Cromwell to waltz in and lecture us about the dangers of construction sites. There aren’t that many seats left, and because fate likes to play me, Anthony ends up sitting beside me.
He barely acknowledges me as he tosses his backpack down on the floor. I shift over to the other armrest.
His gaze wanders over to Natalie, sitting between Jacob and Lucas in the front. I also watch as she laughs at something Jacob has just said.
Anthony’s eyebrows knit together as he glares at the backs of their heads. It’s pathetic, and I have to point it out.
“Lurking again?” I ask.
He turns toward me slowly. His eyes are dark. “We don’t need to talk, Beth.”
I suck my teeth. For almost four years, all we did was talk. My skin flushes with annoyance and I push him.
“Because you’d rather stalk in silence?”
Anthony slides down into his seat and refuses to look at me. A pit starts in my gut. I want to talk to him because we’d always talk. It was like breathing. It was just something we did.
“I’m not stalking her,” he finally says. “You should know that.”
“Why? Because I stalked you for years?” I shoot back. “I should be an expert and recognize the signs.”
He looks at me and I wish he hadn’t. His expression of reproach is hurtful as if I did something wrong to him. It hurts because I have been discarded so easily and pushed away as if I don’t matter to my friends. We were friends, at least, but the coldness in his eyes makes it clear that I’m less than nothing. He ignores me because he doesn’t even have the time to hate me.
“Leave it alone, Beth,” he says. “You screwed up enough.”
“It didn’t come from nowhere, Anthony.”
He looks straight ahead to avoid my eyes. Natalie’s laugh shoots up into the air and the sound attracts Anthony again as if it were the call of a siren. His eyes soften and reveal hurt and longing. I’ve seen it before, but I ignored it back then, believing that if I wanted him bad enough and long enough, one day he would want me, too. But I had to accept the clear fact that I was wasting my time.
And if I’m a friend, if I really do care about him, I’ll let him know that he’s wasting his time, too.
“Why aren’t you sitting with her?”
He exhales loud enough that the girl seat
ed in front of us turns and gives him a curious look. Cromwell is on the stage boring the hell out of us. Does she expect an explanation? That Anthony will share his angst? Maybe she thinks we’ll shut up. He ignores her, looking over her head as if she’s disappeared, leaving the seat empty.
“Look, Beth,” he whispers. “You’re not Natalie’s friend. So just leave it.”
I laugh, but it’s humorless. “Are you?”
He doesn’t answer, so I push him. “I’d like to know, Anthony. Why are you sitting back here watching her like a creep?”
His jaw twitches and he places his feet on the back of the girl’s seat. She glances over her shoulder, but turns back around quickly. I can only imagine the energy we’re giving off. I’m surprised she doesn’t get up and move.