by Lacey Black
“I’m fine,” I say, clearing my throat and crossing my legs in an attempt to cut off the blood flow to my favorite appendage.
It doesn’t help. It only makes things uncomfortable as hell!
Images of Sidney splayed out beneath me, naked, roll in bright Technicolor through my brain. I remember every sound, every moan she made that night. The way the moonlight reflected off her body. The way she clung to me like I was the very air she was breathing. I remember it all–vividly.
I’m sporting wood that would make Louisville Slugger proud.
“Are you sure?”
“Yep,” I say, my voice cracking like it did when I hit puberty and my balls finally dropped.
“Luke, can we go play air hockey again?” Jacobi asks with pizza sauce smeared all over his chin.
“Sure we can as soon as you wipe your face off. I don’t want any of that sauce and grease to drip on the puck.”
He quickly wipes off his face and turns to Sidney as if to get confirmation that he got it all and he can go play.
“Kick his butt,” she tells him, and is rewarded with a big smile.
“Come on, Luke!” Jacobi hollers before tearing out of his seat and running to secure one of the air hockey tables.
I start to stand up, but notice something on the corner of Sidney’s mouth. Upon closer inspection, it only takes me a moment to realize what it is. Very slowly, I lean forward. Her breath hitches loud enough to echo through my ears, turning me on even more. When my mouth hovers over the corner of hers, my tongue darts out and licks the redness from her skin. White-hot hunger bolts through my blood, setting every nerve ending I possess ablaze.
“You had a little pizza sauce,” I whisper, placing my lips against the corner of her mouth, savoring the taste of her luxurious skin. “I got it,” I confirm.
Meeting her eyes, I make my intentions very clear. Unless she tells me no, I will have this woman. My desire and need for her is consuming. In fact, I’ve never responded to a woman like this before. Ever. I should be running in the opposite direction, jumping from bed to bed and enjoying the hell out of the tail end of my twenties, but instead, I find myself being pulled towards her like a fish on the line.
I’m hooked.
And if that ain’t the scariest and most messed up thing, I don’t know what is. I mean, I’m a self-proclaimed bachelor. I’m not being conceited when I say I’m a good lookin’ guy. I’ve had enough women tell me, enough numbers slipped into my palm, enough women take me home to their place to understand that. But even with all those different women, I’ve never even remotely felt a desire to spend more than a few nights with any of them.
Fun. That’s what I do.
I don’t do the whole long-term, monogamy thing like Blake. That’s not who I am.
But as I slide from my seat and head towards Jacobi, I realize something else. Blake looks happy. The bastard is always smiling. His face lights up like a damn Christmas tree when he relays some antic Nat did or some joke his wife told. Even on the worst of days, he races home to see his wife and his daughter.
I realize…I might want that.
* * *
Sitting on Sidney’s couch, I wait for her to return from helping Jacobi to bed. As any kid would do, he pulled out all the stops including multiple water breaks, a few pee breaks, and even complained about a strange noise coming from his closet that he knew to be aliens from outer space. Each time he got up, Sidney politely took him by hand and walked him back to his room. The last time, however, she vowed to stay until he was out.
That was thirty minutes ago.
I’m starting to get a little worried. Restless. Antsy. She’s been up there a long time. Should I go check on them? Leave? I’m still contemplating my next move when I hear her footsteps padding down the stairs.
Sid’s penthouse is big with a large sitting area, kitchen and dining room, and an upstairs with master suite, guest room for Jacobi, and an office. I know this because she gave me a tour.
“I’m so sorry. He was wound for sound tonight, wasn’t he? He finally conked out a few minutes ago, clinging to that frog,” she says with a smile as she hits the bottom step and stops.
She looks breathtaking in a pair of tight jeans, a light blue fitted Wonder Woman tee, and bare feet. Her toes are painted a turquoise color. Who’d have thought I’d be so turned on by blue toes? Shit, with the state of my groin area all night, my balls are probably about the same color.
“Would you like a drink?” she asks, hesitantly. Almost shy.
“Sure.” I hop up and follow her into the kitchen.
The space is large with newer, high-end appliances that look like they actually get used. Dark granite counter tops, dark, rich walnut cabinets, and light ceramic tile complete the space.
“I’ve got a few beers and wine. I might have some of the harder stuff in the cabinet above the fridge,” she says, pointing but makes no move to open it.
“I’ll just have a beer.”
She pulls two bottles from her fridge. Before she can find the opener in the drawer, I twist the top off the first one, then the second. “Doesn’t that hurt your hand?” she asks as she takes the offered bottle and tips it back, downing a healthy drink of beer.
“Nope. They’re twist off caps,” I reply, taking a deep pull from my own bottle.
Sidney makes an appreciative sigh when she finally sets down her beer. “I know, but I can never get them off. I have to use an opener,” she says, a drop of liquid settling on her lower lip.
My legs are moving before I even realize what’s happening. I cage her body between my own and the counter and thread my fingers into her hair. Gazing down at her eyes, they cloud with unspoken desire. That damn drop of beer is still perched upon her open lips, and the temptation is too great. I’m unable to resist even the slightest bit where she’s concerned, so without delaying any longer, I slam my lips down onto hers.
The kiss is hungry as I devour her lips with my own. A groan erupts from her throat as I slide my tongue along hers. My pants are tight and my cock throbbing for attention, but I keep my focus on this kiss. This ravenous, breathless, perfect kiss.
She grips my shirt and pulls it upward. My body tenses as her long, warm fingers slide along my burning flesh. Sidney grips at my back, scratching and clawing at my skin. Each bite of her nails only sends me closer to the edge of insanity. I’m teetering, fueled by our desire, driven by our joint need.
Our tongues duel, our fingers grasp, our bodies grinding against each other in the kitchen. Without breaking the kiss, I hoist her up and onto the counter top. With my height advantage, her sweetness lines up abso-fucking-lutely perfectly with my dick. To demonstrate the greatness of our position, I thrust forward, a move I’d love to be making right now with far less clothing. If the way she gasps and moans in pleasure wasn’t enough of an indication that she’s enjoying herself, the way she starts to grind against my cock might give it away.
Leaving one hand tangled in that coppery red hair, I slide the other hand down her body, across her gorgeous tits, and down to cover her pussy. I can feel the heat and moisture through her jeans, and the thought of Sidney being so fucking turned on that she soaks through a pair of jeans leaves me harder than ever before. Even back when I was a horny teenager stealing peeks at my friend’s older brother’s Playboy, I was never this granite hard.
“Please, Luke,” she purrs as I gently stroke the coarse material between her legs.
“What do you want, Sid?” I ask, praying that she wants the same thing as me.
“Your fingers. I need you to touch me. Please.” The last word the most beautiful plea dropping from her lips.
I start to stroke her through her pants, paying close attention to where her clit is pressed firmly against the material. “Like this?” I ask, running my tongue down the column of her neck.
“No, I want to feel you rub against me.”
“I am rubbing against you,” I t
ell her, pushing a little firmer on her clit until I’m rewarded with another gasp.
“I want you to rub me with your…cock.” The word is almost inaudible, but in my brain, it sounds like a foghorn.
“You want me to rub my cock on you?” I ask, moving my hand and stepping closer. “Like this?” I ask, grinding myself against her sweet center.
Her moan fills the kitchen. “Yes, yes, like that.” Her head falls back slightly, her breath erupting in short pants.
“I used to dream about you,” I confess without giving a moment’s thought, holding on to her ass with one hand and her neck with the other.
“You did?” she asks, genuinely surprised.
“All the fucking time,” I grit out, my own body grasping at the sweet release that is barreling down on me.
“Me too. All the time. I used to dream that we would do this. Just like this,” she pants.
“You used to think about us dry humping?”
“Oh God,” she groans, her eyes starting to roll back in her head.
“Look at me, angel. I want to see your eyes when you get off.” I push my throbbing cock into the V of her legs again, the base of my spine starting to tingle.
Dark blue-green eyes draw me in, entrapping me with their beauty and grace, entwining us together as friends and lovers. “I used to touch myself when I was in bed at night. I knew you were across the yard in your own room, maybe sleeping or listening to music. I would think about you and touch myself.” Her cheeks are pink, but I’m not sure if it’s from arousal or from embarrassment.
A combination of her words and the look of pure pleasure in her eyes does me in. I growl before slamming my lips back down onto hers in a bruising kiss. With a few more pumps of my hips, I feel her body start to tense as her legs wrap around my hips, drawing me in. The orgasm sweeps through her, radiating and powerful, and I never take my eyes off her. She’s gorgeous in the throes of passion.
There’s no need to chase my own orgasm because I’m already there. I moan into her mouth as I release twenty-four hours’ worth of pent-up sexual tension into my pants like a teenager. But I don’t care.
So worth it.
After several minutes, in which we both use to get our heart rates down to normal and our erratic breathing under control, I finally pull away and glance down at her. Her lips are swollen, her cheeks flushed, and her body relaxed and sated. She’s a vision of orgasmic bliss, and I’ll be honest that it makes me puff my chest out a little more. Especially since we just dry humped. I haven’t even gotten to show her all my good moves yet.
“I can’t believe we just did that. In my kitchen. With my brother asleep upstairs.”
“I can’t believe it’s taken so long for us to do that,” I tell her with a kiss to the tip of her nose. “And your brother is fast asleep, none the wiser.”
“I’m sorry about your pants,” she says, glancing down and drawing my attention to the wet spot trailing down my thigh.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m just gonna slip into your bathroom and clean up a bit,” I say, helping her down from the counter before heading down the hall.
I’m a mess as I attempt to clean myself up as best as I can. It’s not like I can shuck my pants so I’m stuck wearing them as I leave her building and go home. I’ll just make sure to keep my shirt pulled down as far as I can until I get to my truck. Nothing says grown-up like a twenty-nine year old man with a come stain on his jeans.
After washing my hands, I slip back into the kitchen. Sidney is standing at the counter, drinking from the same bottle as earlier. She appears a bit nervous now, her body language telling me she’s a little tense and cautious.
Can’t have that, now can we?
I stalk over to her, keeping our eyes locked the entire way. When I reach her, I gently grab her hips and pull her body into mine. She feels like heaven in my arms. “I had probably the best time I’ve had in a long damn time tonight with you and Jacobi.”
“I had a good time, too,” she softens and gives me a smile.
“I want to see you again. I want to see you a lot. I want to see you all the damn time, Sidney. Because when I’m not with you, I wish I were. And when I’m with you, it’s the only place I want to be.” I run my nose down her neck, inhaling the scent of her skin and committing it to memory like a perv.
“Really?” she asks, genuinely surprised by my confession.
“Really. Can I see you again?” I ask, going for casual but pretty sure it comes out more anxious.
“Yes. I’d like that,” she answers.
“Good. When does Jacobi go home?” I ask, knowing full well that we can’t do all the things I want to do while her brother is sleeping in the next room.
“Tomorrow night. Renaldo will come get him at eight.”
“Renaldo?” I ask, pulling back to look at her face.
“Penny’s driver. She never comes here to get him herself.” The sadness is back in her eyes, and that pisses me off.
“How about I come by around nine? I’ll even bring dessert.”
“Okay,” she replies, the slightest smile teasing her lips.
Placing a much more tender kiss on those lips this time, I take an extra few moments to savor the feel of her against me. Hopefully this’ll help tide me over until I can see her in just under twenty-four hours.
But if the way my body is already responding to her in my arms, it’s safe to say that no amount of extra kisses will quench the hunger I have for her.
With Herculean strength, I finally pull back. Sid follows me to the door and holds it open. Before stepping through, I place one more kiss on her lips. “I’ll see you tomorrow night,” I repeat, as if saying it aloud might calm my wayward dick down a little bit.
“Tomorrow night,” she confirms. “I’m, uh, sorry about your pants again. At least you had underwear to help contain the mess.” Sidney blushes the deepest shade of red. It’s so hot.
“Tonight we both fulfilled a teenage fantasy. Don’t ever be sorry for that.” Bending down, I speak directly above her ear. “And besides, I don’t wear underwear.”
“Lock up,” I add before turning and leaving a stunned Sidney standing at her door.
I don’t need to turn around to know she’s watching me go. First off, I haven’t heard her door close, but also because I can feel her eyes on my body.
When the elevator arrives, I step inside and finally turn to face her. Her hair is mussed from my hands, her lips are swollen from my kisses, and she’s never looked more gorgeous than she does right now.
I can’t wait ‘til tomorrow night.
Chapter Eleven – I’ll Take The Pie With A Side Of Sex, Please.
Sidney
It’s a beautiful Sunday afternoon, which means the lines at M&M’s World are exceptionally long. Even though Jacobi has been here at least a dozen times before, this is still one of his favorite sights to see in Las Vegas. As most of the human race, he’s a huge fan of chocolate and loves to watch them make the yummy, chocolaty treats.
Me? Oh, I’m a huge fan of the delicious candies myself. Just ask my hips.
As we head up to the fourth floor, Jacobi takes his green eyes off a candy display and directs them at me. He’s been somewhat quiet throughout the day, but that’s kind of his norm. Sundays mean return to Penny days, and I know the dread has already set in for my little brother.
“Where’s Luke?” he asks, breaking the silence in a way I wasn’t expecting.
“Luke? Why do you ask?” His question threw me for a loop.
He shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know,” he says while returning his attention to the large, half-pound chocolate M&M’s in the display case. “I just had fun with him last night.”
“You did?” I ask, though I shouldn’t be surprised. Luke has always had this fun, easy-going aura about him that makes people gravitate towards him.
“Yeah.” Again with the shoulder shrug. “Do you think we could do som
ething with him again someday?”
My throat suddenly tightens in a way that makes breathing difficult. Jacobi dreaded spending time with Mick, always wanting it to be just him and me. So the fact that he’s requesting Luke to join us on a future outing is monumental in my book.
“I’m sure he’d love to join us.” His entire face lights up. It’s as if he’s hearing words that he didn’t expect. The fact that he was anticipating the letdown leaves me saddened and yearning for a bit of normalcy for him. That’s why I always spend as much time with him as possible, especially on the weekends.
Plus, maybe it’s my way of healing from the restricting childhood I had. Only child. Only friend being a neighbor boy who constantly teased you. Father left you for a new wife and eventual child. Mother so unhappy she radiated misery.
And while Jacobi’s situation might be different in semantics, it’s still the same. We both feel or felt alone. That’s why I have my standing weekend date with Jacobi. That’s why I attend every school function humanly possible. Because if I don’t, no one will. Even the weekends I work for the hotel at a function or wedding, he goes with me, happily directing other hotel staff as to where chairs go or in what order the wedding party should be introduced.
He’s as much a part of me as I am him.
“Do we have something next Saturday?” he asks, knowing that we’re in this together.
“We have a wedding on Saturday and a family reunion on Sunday. It’s a big weekend. But Cassidy is covering the majority of the reunion. We’ll just need to stop by and make sure everything is in order.” Not because Cassidy can’t handle it, but because this is my job, and as much as I hate it, it’s my responsibility to make sure everything goes off without a hitch.
“What if Luke comes with us to the wedding? He can help me set up the courtyard, and then maybe we can grab ice cream while you finish up.”
I can’t help but smile. “I’ll have to see if he has plans. But Luke is a very busy man, so don’t be upset if he’s already booked.”
What kind of plans would he have? A date? The thought settles in my belly like a brick. Suddenly, the four pounds worth of chocolate I’ve consumed threaten to make a nasty reappearance.