I waited for him to explain realizing my head was about to explode from all the emotions that’d pinged around in it in the last ten minutes. There was certainly never a dull minute when it came to Loch and me being together. Jeez.
“I’m sure she’s filled you in but I was an asshole to her too when we were younger,” he clarified. “Lemme guess. You both came up with the brilliant plan to get me back, right?”
I bit my lip then nodded dropping my head, eyes on my feet, ashamed at how juvenile I’d behaved. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
My head shot up. “You’re not mad?”
He shook his head. “Nah. I deserved it. I was a prick back then.”
I looked at him in awe. “I thought you were trying to get me back for it… I thought you really hated me. I mean, I know we had a, uh, moment yesterday, so I was hoping we were okay, but then tonight you were with, um, Nikki and basically ignoring me so I assumed you were back to hating me again.”
He shook his head. “I’m still standing here.”
“What?” I whispered.
“Still standing here, Simone. I’m not going anywhere unless you want me to.”
I shook my head because I didn’t want him to go.
Then he continued. “Don’t wanna freak you out…” His eyes were on mine as if he was gauging how I was going to react to what he had to say. “But I think I’ve loved you since I was five.”
All the color drained from my face at hearing that. Holy crap!
“Wh-what?” I croaked, my voice all raspy.
He gave me a soft grin that became soft laughter as his hands moved to me, one going behind my neck, the other landing at my waist. “Simone, The Little Prince tattoo is for you. I know it sounds cheesy and ridiculous, but when I lost you, it was like my world just fell apart.”
“But you hated me when we were in middle school,” I whispered.
“Might’ve acted that way, but you were my best friend. When you moved, it took me a couple years to deal with how I treated you. Felt like shit and I couldn’t do anything about it. Mom told me where you were. She had your number, but I thought you’d probably forgotten me so I never called.” He rested his forehead against mine. “Do have to admit I was pretty fucking pissed when I finally realized who you were last week.”
He was so quiet for several seconds that I was afraid he’d gotten mad again.
“Loch?” I whispered.
“Still standing here, babe.”
I loved that. Loved it. Loved what his saying it meant.
“I’m really sorry,” I said again.
“I know.” He pulled away and looked down at me, his smirk coming into play now. “Remember what I told you I wanted tonight?”
And panties instantly soaked. God.
“Yes.”
“How about you get to doing what I want?”
I frowned. “You know, you’re really bossy, Loch.”
“I know what I want,” he explained, smirk still at full tilt.
“Well, just becau—”
I didn’t get to finish because his mouth came crashing down on mine as he proceeded to give me the hottest kiss I’d ever received. One of his hands snaked its way under my halter top and up to cup my breast, the other moving down and under my skirt where he grabbed my butt then realizing I had on a thong, a purely masculine sound emanated from his chest which was totally sexy.
“Want you, Simone,” he muttered against my mouth.
I reached behind my neck and unbuttoned my blouse letting it fall to the floor between us and watched as he took in my lacy bra seeing he was pleased at what he saw.
“Goddamned gorgeous,” he whispered before yanking one of the cups down which made me gasp then his mouth was on my breast and he drew my nipple in and sucked hard.
“Loch,” I gasped, my head falling back.
His mouth then skated up to the hollow of my throat where he kissed me then on up my neck to my ear where he whispered, “Wanna see all of you, baby.”
He moved back, hands on my hips, and gazed down at me as I reached behind to undo my bra letting it fall down my arms then off.
“Fuck me,” he mumbled, his voice gravelly with need as he looked at my breasts. Then his honey eyes came to mine. “More.”
Keeping my eyes on his, I undid my skirt then pulled it down, shimmying out of it. I now stood before him in my lacy white thong and wedge sandals.
“Fucking stunning,” he said his eyes roving up and down my body.
He then turned us, pushing on my shoulders to make me sit on his bed, his eyes still taking all of me in, looking at me as if I was some precious gift he’d received, then he dropped slowly to his knees. He next slid his hands under my bottom moving his body down to where my legs fell over his shoulders, and pulling my hips up, his mouth was suddenly on me and I cried out loudly because, well, him.
I fell back onto my hands and watched as he devoured me, completely ravaged me, until his eyes met mine as he continued the deliciousness his mouth was executing and I was done. Completely and thoroughly wrapped up. So full of bliss and contentment in mind and body I’d never known before in my young life that it overwhelmed me and I fell back onto the bed, my hands coming to my forehead in fists as my body responded to what his beautiful and unrelenting mouth was doing to me.
At the same time, I was also scared out of my mind because I knew he was it for me. Knew that I’d been his for as long as he’d been mine and if it went bad it would destroy me. No, obliterate was more like it.
But I couldn’t think like that. Wouldn’t. He’d told me he was still standing here, which I took as his saying he felt the same way I did. And that was all I needed.
“Oh, my God,” I moaned, my voice all throaty and husky as I dug my heels into his back.
Then he did this thing with his tongue and his mouth at the same time, flicking and sucking, and suddenly I was flying, my body lighter than air yet heavy as stone all at once, the duality of climaxing ever baffling.
But I’ll just say it was the best freaking orgasm I’d ever had and he’d already given me the first best freaking orgasm I’d ever had yesterday, so how he topped that one was beyond me.
When I was coherent again, I felt his lips moving up. Over my stomach. Between my breasts. To my neck. Under my ear.
“Gonna have scars,” I heard him whisper.
I opened my eyes and turned my head, my mouth at his ear and confused, I whispered back, “What?”
He pulled away and looked down at me with a smirky grin. “Buckles, babe.” When I still didn’t comprehend he added, “Your shoes.”
I was instantly all energy as I pushed him out of my way so I could sit up pulling him up with me as I immediately grabbed his t-shirt in the back jerking it up to see if the ankle straps on my shoes had cut him knowing I’d feel awful if they had. What I saw were a few scratches but nothing significant.
With a sigh and barely holding back my laugh, I blurted, “Don’t be a baby.”
There I was in Loch Powers’ bedroom, on his bed naked but for a flimsy thong and I was teasing him. I wanted to die laughing because never in a million years would I have thought this would be happening but I was definitely over the moon that it was.
“Don’t be a baby?” I heard him echo and next thing I knew, I was on my back on the bed with him hovering over me, eyebrow raised and I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped my throat. He kissed me quick then sat back on his knees grinning and yanked his shirt off and holy cow.
That chest. Those abs. Those tattoos.
I knew my eyes must’ve gotten big because his grin became a smirk when his hands went to his fly and he unbuttoned his jeans, going up on his knees to pull them and his boxer briefs down and out sprang the most gorgeous, beautiful and biggest cock I’d ever seen.
Damn!
“Fuck you hard for teasing, babe,” h
e muttered as he reached over to his bedside table and pulled out a condom.
“Promises, promises,” I muttered, still staring at his hard length and still teasing not even knowing where this girl was coming from but I liked her.
His eyes came to mine glittering playfully as he put on the condom and I shivered with excitement waiting for what would come next. He reached to my hips and pulled my thong down my legs and off then he was on top of me, his body covering me, the weight of it feeling so delicious, so good it made me moan again.
“Finally gonna fuck my girl and she wants to play,” he mumbled, his eyes dancing as he said this. Then I saw them crinkle at the sides when I gasped when the head of his shaft was at my opening. “You ready, baby?”
I’d never been so ready in my life and I nodded enthusiastically which made him chuckle. When he stayed still, not moving, just looking at me, I wrapped my arms around his back, moving my hands down to his butt and pulling him toward me encouraging him to move. Of course he didn’t budge, dang it.
“Been waiting for this for a long time, Simone,” he said quietly, his eyes intense on mine.
And this made my eyes fill with tears because I’d waited a long time too, I just hadn’t known it. I nodded, swallowing roughly as I locked eyes with him as he leaned down to touch his mouth to mine.
“Still standing here,” he whispered against my lips before thrusting in hard.
“Loch!” I gasped because I was coming again, the anticipation of it all cresting then exploding inside me.
“Fuck. Like that, baby. Feeling your pussy grabbing my cock like it doesn’t wanna let it go. Fucking hot,” he groaned as his hand went under my thigh and he pulled my leg up to wrap around his lower back. “Gimme more scars, Simone. Dig in, babe.”
And I did because, dear Jesus, he felt amazing, so big and thick and hard, literally feeling like he was touching my soul each time he sank inside me. And I loved it.
His lips met mine again before I felt his hands slide under my back and he pulled me up to straddle him and I wrapped my legs around him. Then on his knees, he shuffled us forward to push me against the wall at the head of his bed and that’s when the real plundering began (in a very good way) as he slammed up inside me over and over, pumping hard, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Goddamned beautiful,” he muttered, his hand moving in between us where his thumb started working me again.
“Loch,” I breathed as I felt it building again. Was it even possible to come three times in a row like this?
“Fuck yeah,” he groaned. “I feel it, baby.” His thumb pressed harder, moving faster.
And I learned it was possible as another climax detonated through my body with the force of a friggin’ nuclear bomb at ground zero.
I think I screamed his name, I don’t know. My mind was blown by that point. I hadn’t even known he’d turned us, my head now at the foot of the bed and I saw he held my leg at the calf, my ankle resting against his shoulder as he continued powering inside, his thrusts long and deep, grinding.
And watching his hips rolling forward and back, his abs bunching and contracting with each drive he made I knew I was witnessing something spectacular, beautiful.
“Keep lookin’ at me like that, babe, we’ll keep this up all night long,” he said between gritted teeth.
“Is that a threat?” I teased.
“It’s a fuckin’ promise,” he replied making me cry out as he drove in powerfully, burying himself to the root on the last word, grinding as he looked down at me as if to back up what he’d said.
His thrusts then became uneven as he searched for his release, but they stayed deep and demanding, fierce, as he pounded in hard.
Then I beheld the most magnificent thing as his body found what it’d been tracking, watching as his abs tightened, his chest muscles became packed, the tendons in his neck strained and he bit his bottom lip planting himself deep inside, grunting as he gave me all of him, the whole while not once moving his eyes from mine.
God.
God!
He came down on top of me, his body still shuddering, his jagged breaths gusting against my neck and I knew. As I held him tightly I knew I’d loved him my whole life too.
Confession Number Fifteen
“I can’t,” I moaned.
“You can,” Loch ordered.
And holy crap, he was right.
I could come again right after he’d made me come once already.
I was riding him, both of us unclothed now, but that had happened while we’d talked.
Earlier, when I’d realized I loved him, my heart had seized and panic had set in and I’d tried moving out from under him, wanting to go home to think on it for an hour or fifty but he’d known and kept me right where I was.
“Don’t do this, Simone,” he’d warned, pulling back to look down at me.
My breath caught. “Do… what?” I asked, trying to come off as innocent but shocked that he’d picked up on what I was doing.
“Don’t leave. You do, you’ll just go home and think of all the reasons we shouldn’t work. Your crazy head’ll bring in past shit that needs to be left where it is. Not lettin’ that happen. Your ass is stayin’ right here.”
I frowned. My crazy head? My ass was staying here? God, how bossy was he? “What if I’ve got something I need to do? You can’t make me stay.”
“I can and I will.”
“You can’t,” was my petulant reply. He was still inside me and even though he was only semi-hard, which meant he was now the size of the average man (oh my!), his thrust made my breath hitch.
“Can. And will. Don’t test me.”
I stared up at him, my mouth open. “You are not to be believed right now!”
“Oh, believe me, baby. I rarely say anything I don’t mean.”
I pushed at his chest trying to make him move and he chuckled.
“What’s so funny?” I bit off.
“When’d you develop this temper? Used to be sweet, easygoing. Now you go off like that.” He snapped his fingers at the side of my head.
“Yeah, well, I never encountered a man who tries to tell me what to do all the time!” I pushed at his chest again but finally gave up. Jeez.
“It’s the red hair, isn’t it?”
“My hair’s auburn, not red,” I shared testily.
“In the sun little pieces that catch it light up like threads of fire. Looks red.” He twisted a strand of my hair around a finger examining it.
“You’ve looked at my hair in the sun?” I asked breathlessly.
He nodded and his eyes came back to mine. “Looked at you in the sun, baby. Most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. Thought it when we were little. Think it now.”
“Loch,” I whispered, once again close to tears.
“Yeah. So I’m not lettin’ you leave. We’ve got somethin’ here and not gonna let you screw it up. Again.”
This made the tears dry up. “How can you be so sweet one moment and a total jerk the next?”
He grinned. “Raw talent, babe.” He pulled out then got off the bed hitching his jeans up. “Be back,” he informed me then left his room.
I lay there for a moment thinking this was going too fast and then I was up and was collecting my clothes when he walked back in to see me standing there naked, wedge sandals on and clothes clutched to my chest.
“Knew it.” He smirked as he stalked toward me, backing me into a wall.
“I-I really need to go.”
“Told you. Not happenin’, Simone. We’ve already been through this just the past week. I give you even more time to break things down, probably won’t see you for a fuckin’ year.” He tried taking the clothes out of my hands but I held on to them. “Baby. Come lie down with me.”
I held my ground then blurted, “What if this doesn’t work with us? Huh? What if I give in then we break apart? I’m sure yo
u’ll be fine just like you were this whole time. But me? I know what happened the first time you hurt me. I don’t think I could take it again.”
His eyes narrowed. “What happened the first time?”
Shit.
Shit!
I shook my head. “Nothing. Just let me get dressed then we can talk.”
“Not happenin’,” he reiterated for the umpteenth time. He suddenly unbuttoned his jeans then down they and his boxer briefs went.
“What’re you doing?” I gasped.
“Need to show you I’ve got nothing to hide and I make no judgments. We’re at our most vulnerable when we’re naked so here I am, like you. But I want you naked mentally too, baby.”
We stared at each other for a moment then I gave in. He led me to the bed, pulling the covers back for me to get in then he followed, turning to face me and throwing his arm over my hip.
“Tell me.”
I licked my lips and looked at his chest and when I saw the tattoo over his heart, the one he said he’d gotten because of me, I let him in and told him everything.
“That’s why I’m scared,” I whispered.
I felt his hand tighten on my hip. “I’m sorry. I had no idea I hurt you that badly. Just please know I’ve paid for it. Hated myself for a long time. But I promise to give this my all. I want you, Simone. Loved you almost my whole life. I don’t wanna lose you now.”
And that pretty much sealed the deal. “Okay, Loch. I trust you.” And I did.
He leaned in and kissed me which led to some very good things and now here we were.
“Ride me harder, baby,” he groaned from underneath me, and who was I not to follow orders. “That’s it. Just like that.”
He knifed up, grabbing me by the waist pulling me off him then placed me on the bed on my hands and knees entering me powerfully from behind. When he leaned over me, placing one hand flat against the wall then moving the other under me to roll my nipple between his thumb and finger, I cried out as he drove in deeper, panting as I felt my body fire to life.
“Want you to come again,” he breathed in my ear.
Frick.
I didn’t think I could but this man and his talented everything made it happen and next thing I knew, I found myself cheek to the bed, arms splayed to my sides, completely exhausted.
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