Lure

by Maya Sliver

  I—William Blackstone Wild—am in love with Blake, my daughter’s best friend, a girl twenty years younger than me.

  Sitting in the truck, I glance at the house. How I wanted to go inside and confess my feelings for her. But here I am sitting in the rustic vehicle and gazing at the house from afar. I can’t do this any longer. She needs me. I need to get to her. She’s afraid of the night and the nightmares that follow the darkness. I can’t leave her alone to deal with her fears. At least, while she’s here in my house, it’s my responsibility to make her feel at home, to comfort her.

  I glance at my wristwatch. It’s half-past nine, still not her sleeping time for she’s in the habit of reading till late . Even then, I should be home, at least to make her feel better and to keep her company. She’s been on her own half the day. It would be nice if I sat with her for an hour or two, and together we can watch some TV or indulge in some lighthearted chit chat. Probably, this will help me deal with the headache, the frustration, and the disappointment I’ve been suffering after my date with Sonya turned out to be a disaster. I was restless. I was anxious. I changed my mind at the last minute and left before anything happened between us. And bid farewell to a none too happy Sonya.

  I get out of the car. Cold wind sweeps through me as I trudge to the two-story brick house. With winter around the corner, it’s getting chillier by the day. Winters have always been dark and dreadful for me for it was when Stella abandoned me, leaving behind a sea of guilt and apprehension. Wrapped in a shiny package, she offered pain and suffering for us as a Christmas gift. Fine, she’d not been on good terms with me. I can believe that she hated me; but what was Carrie’s fault? Because of my daughter, I never got involved in any kind of serious relationship. I never wanted to bring a step-mother to her. Our life was pretty much smooth and on track, if not very pleasant and fulfilling, until Blake storms into it like a vibrant spring breeze. Not only my daughter’s but my life also took a sharp bend. Her presence is alluring yet at the same time threatening. Pleasant yet confusing. Euphoric yet restless. I can’t let myself bow to her advances and succumb to my feelings. I can’t let my innate desires and the beatings of my heart rob me of my daughter’s love. Carrie has suffered a lot with our separation. She will be devastated finding about my forbidden fantasy with her best friend. I can’t confess my feelings to Blake, not now, not ever.

  I need to explain things to Blake. I need to tell her that she’s always welcome in my house for she’s more or less become a part of the family but only as my daughter’s friend and as a music student of mine and nothing else. Besides, she also has to learn that right now it’s a very crucial time for a young girl like her to think about her career and future prospects rather than hitting on a single Dad. A man who’s twenty years her senior. A man who himself doesn’t know what his life will be once his daughter leaves his nest and goes for higher studies.

  Doesn’t Blake have any sort of goals like Carrie? Doesn’t she want to go for higher studies? Has she applied for universities? If not, is she planning to opt for something else? I need answers to these many questions that can help her think about her future goals and plans. She’s a confused spirit. I need to help her focus on her career and her goals, both short and long term.

  With a few strides, I reach the door. I use my keys to unlock it from outside and enter the dimly-lit foyer. Dropping the keys on the table, I dart my eyes across the living room. I search for her shining face with millions of questions dancing in the depth of her green eyes but when I don’t find her anywhere in the living room, I assume she’s upstairs.

  I drop myself down on the couch letting my head fall back on the headrest, stretching my legs on the carpet. Though I’ve driven only a few miles from downtown, I feel like an abused dog. Indeed, mental fatigue is more tiresome than physical stress for it takes a toll on all your nerves.

  Even now, I’m thinking about Blake and where she’s been hiding. Just as the thought of her vacating the house crawls in my head, making my heart churn with an unwanted pang of solitude, I hear footsteps tread on the staircase. Next moment, I can feel her perching next to me as her jasmine fragrance wafts into my nose, playing with my resolve.

  I look at her. Her face has grown pale and ashen in the course of few hours. Her green eyes that were vibrant and gleaming in the afternoon have turned mossy and somber. I see tears floating on her eyelids. Hell. Why is she crying?

  “What’s wrong?” I ask softly, sitting bolt upright.

  She shakes her head but doesn’t speak. Her eyes still bore into mine. I feel her forehead and it’s cold but not icy cold like it was a few nights ago when she suffered from a cold bout of nightmare. “You okay?” I ask leaning toward her.

  “I’m sorry, William.”

  “Sorry?”

  “Yes, sorry for dragging you to places you never want to visit. Sorry for goading you into something you never want to get involved. Sorry for invading your privacy. Sorry for lying to you.” She sniffs, perhaps fighting back her tears.

  “It’s okay. Forget it.” I stroke her head.

  “Don’t you want to know how I manipulated you?” She wipes her eyes.

  “Manipulated me?” I laugh. “You’re a kid, girl. Do you think you can manipulate me?”

  “Yes. I’ve manipulated you.”

  “Oh, then it would be interesting to listen. Tell me.” I smile, playfully ruffling her messed up hair.

  “I lied to you about the dormitory undergoing renovation. There’s no renovation going on there. It’s fully functional with all girls and the caretaker and the cooking and cleaning staff. I made up things only to stay with you while Caroline is away so I could spend more and more time with you, alone.”

  I study her for a while. “And why do you want to spend time with me?” I smile again drumming the fingers on my denim-clad knees, taking my eyes away from her. I never look at her because I know the moment I do, it will give me all reasons to gather her in my arms. Her voice so suffused with pain, her eyes so misty, her entire appearance so fragile, it feels I’m reaching the cliff of vulnerabilities along with her.

  “Because I’m in love with you.”

  The movement of my finger ceases. I look at her and my heart clenches in my chest.

  “Yes. I love you, William. Initially, I thought it was just a physical attraction and my disposition of playing pranks as a means to woo you. But after spending so many days with you in this house, sleeping next to you in your bed each night, waiting for you every evening when you get back from work, sneaking chances to get close to you, kissing you, touching you, hugging you, stealing glances when you’re not looking, busy with your work, staring at your fingers and admiring the way they dance and fearlessly float on the keyboard, I’ve realized that it’s hard for me not to fall in love with you. Despite your cold conduct, despite you not reciprocating my gestures, despite you being my best friend’s dad, I can’t stop thinking about you, couldn’t force myself to leave your house because I wanted to stay close to you. With you, I feel sheltered, protected, loved, cared.

  “But now I wanted to leave because love also causes pain and suffering. So what if I’ve never experienced the happy phase of love? I feel blessed to have my share of pain and suffering that I’ve gathered in my heart from you, from this house. I’ll carry them with me my entire life. My heart’s stuffed with the gems of love; so what if they are dim and colorless?” After speaking, she drops her gaze to her lap and dabs the corners of her eyes. So much pain laced in her words, I feel someone has stabbed a sharp arrow right into my heart. It’s oozing blood now.

  “Do you think it’s only you who’s collecting the dim and faded gems of love in you?”

  She looks up and when her watery eyes meet mine, I feel my heart crush and churn with emotions.

  “It’s me too, you little witch. I’m also carrying the burden of unspoken feelings. It’s massive. My heart’s too small to hold it so I’m carrying it on my shoulders.”

  She narrows her ey
es and I don’t miss a beat in confessing my love to her. “I love you too, you little elf.”

  I lean down and my lips instantly meet with the pearly softness of hers. I kiss her and envelop her in my arms. All the ramblings of my mind dissolve in the silky silence of the chilly night as I clasp her to my chest and cage her in my arms, not letting any air escape from between us.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Blake

  He pulls me to his chest and wraps me tightly in the shelter of his bunched arms. For the first time in my entire life, I feel like I’m coming home, my home. Closing my eyes, I burrow my head in his broad chest. Tears still stream out of my eyes. Tears of happiness. Tears of finally finding home, love, and peace.

  I would have spent the whole night like this, caged in his arms, had he not pulled back. He lifts my chin with his thumb and looks inside my eyes before gathering me up and planting me on his knee. He kisses me repeatedly before pulling back once again and whispering, “Let’s go upstairs.”

  I hold his hand over my cheek and gaze at him with utter greed. He scoops me up in his arms, and I wrap my hands around his neck. He carries me to the bedroom and softly puts me down on my feet. Our lips never detach, our hands still enmesh in each other’s body. We kiss and kiss and our hands explore each other bodies, his grabbing my breast and squeezing it in gentle motions before slipping inside my T-shirt as he begins undressing me.

  I unbutton his shirt before he pulls my T-shirt over my head and discards it on the floor. The light of the room is dim and his shadowy figure in thin yellow lighting is wreaking havoc on my body. Wetness pools inside my panties when he grabs my pussy and squeezes it before cupping one of my breasts and teasing it with generous fondles. “Show me what you’re hiding behind these nets and laces, you little runt,” he whispers against my ear and pulls back, taking his hands away from me. His eyes wander to my black lacy bra before drifting to the flatness of my stomach and then fixing at the juncture of my thighs. My jeans are still on. He doesn’t know what effect this foreplay is having on me. He can’t see my wet panties, my vagina that’s been leaking juices. I want to show him what his fingers are capable of doing, but before that I want his blue eyes to enjoy this sight. And I unsnap my bra. My breasts bounce as the black lingerie slips off my body and meets the ground. His blue eyes gleam with passion. In one hasty step, he chews the distance and stands flush against me. He cups my breasts in his huge hands and play with them, squeezing, teasing, pinching before leaning down and putting his warm lips on one pebbled tip and kissing it softly. He then slightly opens his mouth and blows on the peachy bud before darting his tongue out and swirling, drawing circles around the pink areola. He licks, his tongue warm and moist giving me a hard time not to react impatiently. My head falls back as the hotness in my core maxes to its limit. He takes the tender flesh inside his warm mouth and continues sucking my hardened nipple while his other hand never stops pleasuring its twin. Within moments, I reach the edge of my arousal. He’s going to make me come with just playing with my breasts, but I want more. I want his lips and fingers and teeth to explore other parts of my body before reaching the climax of my life.

  “William, please. Stop,” I speak, weaving my fingers in the curly mess of his raven black hair and he instantly pulls away.

  “What happened, sweetheart. You don’t like it?”

  “You’re going to make me cum. I want to…” My words trail as his eyes shine with mischief. A lopsided smile curves the corners of his oh so edible mouth.

  The sheen of his eyes communicates that he gets the hint. He laces me in one swift go and presses his lips against mine. He nibbles on my lips while his hand works on my jeans. He pulls back and pushes my jeans down letting it dangle at my ankles. My triangle covered in a lacy black thong screams to be touched and kissed. William eyes the wetness of my panties and shoves his hand inside. His finger brushes my slit. “Fuck. You’re already wet.”

  “I’m close to orgasm and you’re saying I’m wet. If you prolong this foreplay any longer, you’ll make me cum without even inserting your dude in my body.” I smile sheepishly.

  “Let me play with your kitty for a while and then I’m all yours.” He places a hand at the small of my back and helps me get out of my jeans, then takes me to the bed, and makes me perch at the edge of it. He goes down on his haunches and positions himself between my legs. He raises my legs to his shoulders which I resist. “What are you doing?” I ask.

  Without answering my question, he orders, “Raise your legs and put them on my shoulders.”

  I follow his order. He keeps his face close to my pussy and edges closer, burying his nose and mouth in my triangle which is still hiding behind the lacy thong. He pushes his sharp nose in the wetness of my core and inhales strongly and then pulls back and looks into my eyes. “You smell like dark chocolate, bitter and sweet.”

  I grab his head and pull him close again. I’m almost at the edge of collapse, still he’s taking his sweet time to explore and play with my body. Teaser. I hate him. I smile to my own self.

  A finger pushes my panties aside. Another finger brushes my slit. He brushes my opening up and down before slowly sliding one finger inside, moving back and forth. Once he’s satisfied, he’s gathered enough juices, he takes out his finger and shoves it inside his mouth, sucking at it like someone sucks a lollipop. “Delicious. It’s cocoa mixed with lust and passion.” He closes his eyes and enjoys his feast before opening those ocean blues and looking at me with desire. “What do you want, darling?”

  “It’s enough teasing, Will.”

  “I’m all yours.”

  “I want you inside of me. Now.”

  “Let me eat your pussy and drink your juices and then I’ll do whatever you demand.”

  “Pray I won’t explode before that.”

  “I’m capable of giving you more orgasms than all those bastards who you’ve fucked before.”

  “I’ve never been with any man.”

  This was certainly a blow to him for he stares at me for a good long time without blinking once. “What? You’ve never slept with any man before?”

  “No. Monsters tried to rob me of my virginity, and I started hating the idea of getting laid with just any boy.”

  My eyes glaze as the ill memories from the past throng my head, uninvited.

  “What?” He changes his position and now he’s perching next to me, his arms wrapped around me. I wipe my tears for I don’t want to let those bad memories ruin my first night with him.

  “It’s okay. I’m fine now,” I say pulling back.

  “You sure?”

  “Yes, resume your work.” I smirk and nod.

  “You little vixen, I’m not going to leave you tonight. I’ll devour you, eat you, drink you, fuck you insane until you beg me stop and then I’ll repeat everything all over again. Come up for I want to make you feel comfortable. Lie on your back and spread your legs wide. As wide as you can,” he orders, and I follow his order.

  Next moment, I’m eagle spread on the huge bed. There’s nothing on my body except the wet thong that’s pushed to one side hardly covering anything.

  He again comes in between my thighs and plants soft kisses on the inner lining of my legs tracing his way up to the center of my spiraling needs, to my pussy that’s spilling moisture. He tries to take off the thong and when it doesn’t come off easily, he snatches the strings and tears it, tossing it away.

  “Shit, you ruined one of my celebrity panties,” I whisper-shriek and he laughs, a hearty laugh, coming straight from the heart.

  “I’ll buy you many more, all colorful and shiny,” he speaks before burying his head in between my slippery thighs as juices keep gushing out my core not only wetting my thighs but the bedspread as well.

  A tongue rubs my opening before darting inside, pushing past all the seams and lines and layers, reaching to my core. He extracts dew from my body as if someone manually extracts honey from a beehive. It feels as if he’s greedy for my juices t
hat he laps, moving his thick hot tongue back and forth inside my sheath.

  I can’t take it anymore. I’m going to burst, to explode, to collapse. I’m going to spray his face. I’m going to come on his tongue. I scream as my fingers pull his curly locks, “It’s here, Will. I can feel it. Yes, I’m coming. I’m coming.”

  My legs shake. I feel them go lighter and lighter. My toes curl. My grip on his hair tightens. I pull him closer and closer. My eyes flutter close. Head tilts back on the pillow. I convulse and spasm and toss up and down on the bed as my back arches giving William full access to my aching pussy. His tongue goes deeper and deeper, sucking, lapping, nibbling on the lips, brushing past my alert nub and traveling to my hot as hell core. A brutal orgasm begins assaulting me from all sides. Sweat coats my skin. My throat goes dry as a ruthless climax hits my entire being. I come hard and intense and strong on William’s hot tongue, coating his device with all my juices which he sucks with utter greed and desperation. He laps all of it from my nub and lips and thighs like they’re not merely a woman’s release but his elixir of life.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  William

  She groans and moans. Her whines and grunts echo in the dimly lit bedroom, and I hear erotic music play in the background. The mere sight of her writhing on my tongue, jerking and spasming and the feel of her body trembling from my tongue assault are strong enough to make my member go crazy in my pants.

  The bulge in my jeans grows bigger and bigger with each passing moment. Soon, I’m having difficulty in keeping them on. I want to get rid of the fabrics that’s suffocating my eager member.

  My breathing quickens and my thighs and buttocks tighten. All blood runs downward making me even harder and thicker. Soon, I find myself reaching a point of no return. In one swift movement, I come out of my jeans. Slipping off my shorts, I stroke my erect member.