by J. M. Stone
See, Allie’s a pretty free spirit. She owns a thrift store at the edge of town in a quaint little shopping center, called Twice as Nice. She does pretty well there, but supplements her income (supports her addiction, however you want to call it) by doing Down & Dirty parties. She ropes me into helping her sometimes with them and delights in presenting me with a new BOB every Christmas. For those of you who aren’t as unlucky as me in the bedroom department, BOB is my battery operated boyfriend. Honestly, it’s a pretty good relationship. I don’t have to fight him for the remote, he doesn’t hog the covers, and I get mine every time!
I pulled into my driveway a few minutes later and headed inside. Allie hadn’t called me back yet, but she was supposed to be here in about a half hour anyway, so I really didn’t think much of it. I was dying to talk to her about Luke, though.
I headed back to my bedroom after dropping my keys and purse on the sideboard by the front door. I stripped out of my work clothes, pulling on my favorite red fleece pants covered with penguins and snowflakes, soft, thick black socks, an old tank top, and one of my brother’s old hoodies that he’d left behind one night. It was black with the letters F.B.I. spelled out in huge white block letters. It was so big on me that the sleeves hung way past the tips of my fingers, and the bottom of it reached the middle of my thighs. Across the back was written Female Body Inspector. Eh. Who cares?
I pulled my hair up into a messy knot on the very top of my head and washed my makeup off before heading into the kitchen to start dragging out the makings for English muffin pizzas, me and Allie’s favorite childhood meal. I also pulled out the ingredients for Dried Beef Dip, bags of chips, stuff to make s’mores, and checked to make sure I had everything for our “Special Sundaes” which consisted of strawberry frozen yogurt (or ice cream) with strawberry daiquiri wine cooler poured over it. Delish!
I heard the doorbell and took off to open the door, wondering why Allie didn’t just use her key. When I opened the door, I froze, completely thrown off by Luke standing on my doorstep.
“Luke.” My voice cracked a little, whether in shock, confusion, anger, or lust, I wasn’t sure.
“Hey, sugar.” He let his gaze roam up and down my body, taking in my disheveled appearance. “So, we staying in tonight?”
I cleared my throat. “Um, Luke, I told you I have plans with Allie tonight.”
“No you don’t. I told you I was calling her. She understands completely, by the way. She did ask me to tell you to call her immediately after we finally get down and dirty?” His voice raised questioningly at the end and he quirked his brow at me.
I sighed, muttering under my breath, “Thanks for selling me out, Allie. Bitch.”
I moved to the side, waving him in. He stepped through the door, waiting for me to shut it behind him. I turned to look at him, cocking my head to the side because I honestly just couldn’t get a handle on him. What were we doing, here?
Luke shot me a quick grin before taking a step toward me. Instinctively, I took a step back. He continued stalking me, and I kept stepping back until my back hit the door behind me, my hand gripping the frame in desperation. He kept coming, pressing his body against mine before tipping my head up and lightly pecking my lips in a chaste kiss before moving back and grinning.
“So, are we?” he asked.
Huh? “Are we what?” I know I had to sound as confused as I felt.
“Staying in. I vote yes. What’s for dinner?” Luke headed into the kitchen and I followed him helplessly. Stomped, more like it because, honestly, I was a little miffed that I had only warranted a peck as a greeting kiss; I was expecting to be ravished, especially with the way he had stalked me. Humph.
My cell phone rang on the counter where I’d left it and I picked it up, noting Allie’s picture popped up on the screen.
“Bitch.” One word. That’s all I said into the phone as a greeting.
“Love you!” she said breezily. “You’re welcome, save me a sundae, rock his world, and call me in the morning!” She sang the last word before laughing and hanging up.
I tossed my phone back on the counter and resigned myself to the fact that I had no control over my life at the moment. Or ever.
I blew out a breath and asked Luke, “Ever had an English muffin pizza?”
“Cant say that I have, but I’m open to trying new things,” he replied. Oh really. Nice to know!
But seriously? I thought everyone on God’s green earth had eaten one at least once in their life!
“Well, its been me and Allie’s staple food since we were little. And they’re good, I promise! Ready? You can help, too!”
Luke jumped in, helping me split the muffins, slather them with sauce, and top them with tons of pepperoni, sausage crumbles, bacon, banana peppers, and mozzarella cheese. We stuck them in the oven and I put together the dip while they baked.
Once the pizzas were done, we carried them, the chips and dip, and large glasses of pop into the living room and laid it all out like a buffet on the coffee table. Luke sat on the couch while I sat on the floor, leaning back on the couch, my shoulder brushing his knee.
I turned on the tv and started the movie I had put in the DVD player earlier that night for when Allie and I had our marathon. The opening notes of Mama Mia began playing and I watched Luke out of the corner of my eye as I took a bite of pizza. He didn’t flinch and didn’t say a word, so I decided to see how long I could get him to actually watch the movie without either falling asleep or running out the door.
About an hour into the movie we had polished off the pizzas and plowed our way through most of the dip. I had moved closer to Luke who was now lounging back on the couch, still sitting on the floor, and was leaning against his leg, my head resting on his thigh. I was having a hard time concentrating on the movie because he had removed the ponytail holder from my hair and was softly running his fingers through it, smoothing it back from my face and across his thigh. Every once in a while he would trace the outer shell of my ear with a fingertip, making me shiver.
I closed my eyes, lost in sensation, shivering from his touch when I snapped. Fuck Mama Mia, its on!
As Luke’s hand smoothed my hair back from my face again, I rolled my head forward and bit into Luke’s thigh through his jeans. I didn’t bite hard enough to hurt, but did it enough that he let out a jagged breath and his fingers tightened convulsively in my hair.
I pushed off his leg, turning towards him and moving between his legs, running my hands up his thighs. His eyes narrowed, heavy lidded with desire, deepening the smoky blue-grey depths with added intensity. I leaned in and nipped at his thigh again before pushing to my feet and straddling his hips. His hands came up to grip my hips, and I leaned into him, touching my tongue to the silver ring in his lower lip before planting kisses along the hard line of his jaw. When I reached his mouth, I kissed him deeply, being the aggressor this time, finally getting my hello kiss that I’d wanted since he’d gotten there.
I pulled back from his mouth and, putting my lips to his ear, I softly growled, “Fuck me, Luke. I want you inside me.”
Luke groaned, the tips of his fingers biting into the soft flesh of my hips as he ground himself against me.
I put my hands flat against his chest and pushed off, standing in front of him. I held out my hand, silently asking him to take it. He took it, slowly coming to his feet before I pulled him down the hall to my bedroom. Once inside, I didn’t give him the chance to take control. Maneuvering him to the side of the bed, I turned with him so his back was facing the bed and then shoved with all my might. His eyes widened as he lost his balance and sat down hard on his ass on the edge of my mattress. I wasted no time, climbing astride his hips again as I pushed him back to lie flat.
I pressed myself against him, my breasts crushed against his muscled hardness and fused my mouth with his, our tongues tangling, teeth nipping, and breath heaving. I felt his hands cup my ass, and then I was airborne, letting out a surprised squeak as I threw my arms around his
neck, holding on for dear life.
“What the hell, Luke?” I shrieked.
He grinned at me before turning and tossing me on the bed, following me down and stilling me with his body. “You aren’t calling the shots tonight, sugar. We’re gonna do this my way.” He leaned down and rubbed his lips against mine before kissing across my jaw to my ear. “I’m going to repay you, sugar, for every time you set your teeth in my thigh. I’m going to lick every inch of your body, eat you til you come, and then fuck you so hard, you’ll still feel it next week. But for now, you’re gonna strip. Then your gonna undress me, and then you’re gonna take me in that sweet, sassy mouth.”
He moved off of me and stood beside the bed. “Now, sugar. Clothes. Off.”
Unable to resist the dark heat in his eyes, I got up and began undressing. I pulled the hoodie off over my head, taking my tank top with it and dropping them to the floor. I shoved my pants down my hips and stepped out of them, toeing my socks off at the same time. I stood in front of him clad in only my black lace bra and panties, feeling completely naked. I wrapped my arms around my midsection, the haze of passion clearing from my head a little and self-consciousness taking its place.
I felt Luke’s fingers under my chin, tipping my head back so he could see my face. “Emma, you’re beautiful, sugar. Don’t ever doubt that.” He placed a soft kiss at each corner of my mouth before melding his lips with mine. After a minute he pulled back and murmured, “Naked. Now.”
I complied quickly and scrambled up on my bed, intent on grabbing the comforter to cover up with. Luke grabbed my ankle and pulled, preventing me from getting anywhere. He crooked a finger at me and then pointed to the floor in front of him. “On your knees, Emma. Take me in your mouth, baby.”
I knelt on the floor in front of him, wondering if I was still supposed to undress him or not, when he answered the question for me by stripping his shirt off over his head and undoing his belt before popping the button and releasing the zipper of his jeans. He put his hands into the waistband to shove them off and I stopped him with my hands over his. I slipped my fingers into the waistband and slowly pulled his jeans down his hips until the hard, thick length of him sprang free. (Commando, much? Whoo-hoo!)
Without giving Luke a chance to step out of his jeans, I wrapped my fingers around him (as much as I could) and stroked him gently before darting my tongue out to taste the bead of moisture glistening on the tip of him. Luke gasped, tunneling his hands into my hair and gripping tight. I leaned forward and closed my lips around him, gently sucking before laving him with my tongue. I settled into a slow rhythm, alternately stroking him with my lips, my tongue, and my hand, reaching up to cup the sac hanging heavily between his thighs with my other hand.
Luke groaned harshly in his throat and I felt his hands in my hair tighten, pulling me back away from him. I opened my eyes and looked up at him, locking my eyes with his as I pulled against his grip and slid him deep in my mouth again. He threw his head back and drew my head back away again before pushing me forward once more, thrusting himself deep in my throat. I relaxed into him, silently letting him know I understood what he wanted. Using my hair to guide me and hold me steady, Luke started thrusting smoothly in and out, fucking my mouth. I swallowed around the tip of him as he thrust forward, thanking the Gag Reflex Gods for not giving me one, and heard Luke growl, “Oh, Fuck!” between clenched teeth.
Luke tightened his hands even more, pulling my mouth away before letting go of my hair and hauling me up into his arms. He kissed me hungrily, running his hands over my body. Nipping at my lip, he pressed me down into the mattress, covering my body with his, his thighs pushing between mine. He kissed down my throat to my breast, taking my nipple into his mouth, sucking and alternately flicking his tongue rapidly against the hardened nub, and as I arched into his mouth, he dragged his lips across my skin to take my other nipple into his mouth, biting it gently with his teeth.
Luke slid his hand down between our bodies, spearing his fingers into my hot wetness, circling the hardened bud of my clit before sliding deep into me. Letting out a moan, I rode his fingers as he thrust them into me over and over, the wave building and building, and just before it crested, he moved his hand.
“No! Luke, please…” I moaned, hanging by a thread of sanity, gripping his wrist tightly with my hand and trying to push it back down between my thighs. He wrenched his arm away and sat up, and I realized what he was doing.
Luke reached down into his jeans, grabbed a condom, and sheathed himself quickly before coming back over me, using his knees to spread me wide. He stroked himself through my slickness before pausing at my entrance and then (Yes!) finally thrusting home, stretching and filling me completely.
I drew my knees up, locking my legs around his waist, digging my nails into his back and fell headlong into the pounding rhythm of his hips and the slap of his skin against mine. I felt the wave cresting, rushing over me, pulling me under, as I chanted Luke’s name and then felt him follow, slamming himself into me one last time before he let go, holding me tight and groaning with his release.
After a moment, he slid to the side of me and I convulsively tightened my inner muscles, reluctant to lose the hot hardness of him inside me. He gasped and shuddered, which set off a small aftershock that had me moaning again, before pulling out and walking to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.
I got up, intending to pull my clothes back on, but Luke came back in the room, gathered me up in his arms, and snuggled us both into my bed. Pulling the covers up around us, he settled me on my side, his arm under my head and curved around my back, my front pressed up against his side, and my leg cocked up over his thigh.
Sleepily, I muttered, “You said you were going to eat me ‘til I screamed. You liar.”
Luke chuckled in my ear before whispering, “Just you wait, sugar.”
I smiled and snuggled deeper into him. I must have dozed off at some point, but awoke on a moan when Luke slid inside me, kissing me deeply as he thrust against me. He made love to me tenderly at first, stoking the flames of desire rolling over me, until we both lost control, our bodies coming together fast and hard until we spent, clinging tightly to each other. Luke got up, took care of the condom, and then, crawling back into bed beside me, he wrapped himself around me and we both fell into sated sleep.
Chapter 6
I woke up Saturday morning to Luke stroking my hair back from my face. I stretched languidly, smiling sleepily at him until it hit me that sunshine was blazing through my window (I was a little preoccupied last night and didn’t get the curtains shut) and I. Was. Naked. Eek! I jackknifed up in the bed, scrambling to drag the comforter up to cover myself.
Luke grinned, shook his head at me, leaned down and kissed the tip of my nose.
“Morning, sugar. Sleep well?” He winked at me and his grin turned sly.
Luke had woken me up twice more in the night to make love and I was finding it hard not to flush red from head to toe at the memories of things he’d done to me and I’d done to him. And yes, he did finally eat me until I screamed. And screamed. Lord, the things that man can do with his mouth…
I smiled shyly up at him as he leaned down to kiss me again. I noticed that he was fully dressed in his clothes from last night.
“I gotta go to work, babe. Its my morning to open the shop, and since Brandon was going out last night, he’s probably still drunk off his ass.”
“Okay. I’ve got to go to my sister’s house anyway. And then track down my brother, because I still owe him an ass kicking,” I said.
“How many brothers and sisters do you have?” Luke asked.
“Two sisters, one brother. Jenna’s the oldest, she’s 33, then there’s me, I’m 29, then Calland, who you had the unfortunate experience of meeting the other night, he’s 27, and Leah, the drunk ass, she’s 25. So, what about you? Brothers, sisters? Other than Brandon, I mean.”
“Just Brandon. He’s 30. I’m two years older than him,” Luke replied. His tone
was a little short. He stood up and I got the impression that he wasn’t going to say anything else on that subject.
O-k-a-y…? We’ll leave that for another time, I guess.
I struggled up off the bed, wrapping the comforter around me and pulling it with me as I started to walk out of the room, intending to walk Luke to the door. I heard a snort behind me and turned, raising a questioning eyebrow at him.
“I’ve seen you naked, Emma. We fucked four times last night and I ate you until you screamed. You don’t have to be modest, sugar. Trust me, I liked what I saw, and I still like it now.” He smiled at me.
I blushed and shrugged, walking away from him towards the front door. He followed, kissing me deeply before winking and walking out the door. I shut it behind him, leaning back against it and shaking my head. I heard my phone ringing somewhere and went to find it.
I found it on the kitchen counter and noted that I had sixteen missed calls. One from my mom asking me to come to breakfast on Sunday, three from Jenna asking where the hell I was, and twelve from Allie, all asking if I’d “gotten it in” yet. (Where does she get this shit?)
Shaking my head, I quickly called my mom back to let her know I would be there, called Jenna to tell her I was on my way, and decided to let Allie stew a little longer. I took a record shower, threw on some clothes, and headed out the door to my sister’s.
I pulled up at Jenna’s house (in the driveway this time) and let myself in. I immediately wanted to turn around and let myself out, but the screams of “Aun’Emmy! Aun’Emmy!” stopped me in my tracks. Sighing, I turned around to field the sticky ball of energy bearing down on me like a freight train.
“Whoa, there, Hayden! What have you been doing, child?” I asked her.
“Mommy made me pamcakes (how cute is she?) wif’ syrup!” She giggled gleefully.