Thick. Hard. Hot.
My pussy clenched.
I fisted his rod, and he growled and shoved down his pants. His underwear went with them. His cock sprang free, jutting from his pelvis, thick and hard. The tip glistened with precome. I couldn’t resist, I bent down and licked it away, smacking my lips and looking up at him, giving him a grin as I did it.
“Oh, yes, baby.” He curled his hands into my hair and shoved my head down.
He wanted more? I would give him more. He was in for a treat.
I started easy, licking round and round, savoring the head like it was a lollipop. As I teased him, his hold on my hair tightened until my scalp tingled. Encouraged, I opened my mouth and took him all the way to the hilt.
“Damn!” he said, using my hair to yank my head back. “Where did you learn to do that?”
“Practice,” I said, swiping my lush lips with my tongue. “Lots and lots of practice. I love sucking cock.” To prove my point, and stretched my mouth around his girth again, letting him plunge down my throat. He was bigger than I was used to. My eyes watered a little as I fought the urge to gag. But once it cleared that spot at the back of my throat, I swallowed, pulling him deeper still.
“Shit.” He jerked my head back again then shoved it forward, rocking his hips at the same time and fucking my mouth roughly. Spittle collected around my lips as his cock slammed in and out, shoving into my throat and then gliding out, over and over. As he fucked me, he muttered naughty promises I hoped he would keep. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk. Damn, I’m going to take you so hard you’re going to beg me for more.”
The heat radiating off his body seemed to seep into me, threading through my limbs and coiling deep inside. My pussy pulsed, wetness slicking my thighs as I knelt in front of him, being fucked roughly. I lifted my hands and flattened them against his thighs. I curled my fingers, hooking them, scraping my nails over the taut skin covering his thick muscles.
“Lift that ass,” he demanded, and I obeyed, eagerly. I scooted back, bent down and thrust my ass in the air. And while I swallowed his cock again and again, he paddled my soft flesh until it was so hot I thought it might blister.
Then, suddenly, he jerked my head back. “Such a bad girl,” he muttered. “Such a good bad girl. On hands and knees.” Walking on his knees, he circled around me as I situated myself on all fours. His hands slid over my ass, smoothing over the tingling, stinging flesh and easing the burn. “I’m going to fuck you the way you deserve.” He pulled my ass cheeks apart and blew a stream of cool air over my anus and cunt. “I can smell your need. Damn, it’s intoxicating.” Taking his position, upright on his knees behind me, he dragged the head of his cock up and down my slit, spreading my juices. “You want it hard, don’t you? Hard and fast?”
I shivered. “Yes. Oh, yes.”
“That’s exactly what you’ll get.” He fingered my clit as his cock found my entrance. He was about to take me, fuck me hard. I was scared. I was excited. I was trembling and breathless, my thighs slick and cool from my cream. When he pushed against my hymen, I froze. Sharp pain pierced me. I tensed all over. “Ready?” he asked. Before I could respond, he grabbed my hips in his hands and rammed deep.
I screamed.
Full.
Too full.
My insides were splitting in two. Sharp, eye-watering pain was knifing through me.
“Sshhhh.” He halted, his big cock buried in me to the entry of my womb.
I felt my body gripping him, clasping around him, trying to push him out. But he remained buried deep inside.
I writhed. I wept. It hurt worse than I imagined. “Please,” I cried. “It hurts too much.”
“Sshhhh.” Bending over my back, he smoothed my hair back from my face. “Inhale,” he commanded.
I inhaled.
“Good. Now exhale. Slowly. Relax.”
I blew all the air out of my lungs and then pulled in a second deep breath.
“That’s the way. Focus. It’ll help you relax.” He breathed with me. In, out. In, out. “Better?”
My arms trembling, I nodded. “Yes.” Slowly, gradually, the sharp pain eased. I still felt full, but didn’t burn so badly anymore.
“Better?”
“A little.”
“Good.” He kissed my neck and shoulders, and that made me better yet. My insides squeezed his cock as my arousal was reignited by his kisses. With tongue and lips and teeth, he made me forget about the pain, and before I knew it, that fullness felt good. Really, really good. He slowly pulled out, turned me over onto my back and then surged back inside, falling into a slow rhythm. Ah, I was in heaven. The in and out strokes added another sensation to what was quickly becoming an overwhelming mix. Pleasant warmth was curling through me, swirling deep in my center.
Gazing up at the most beautiful man I’d ever seen, I dragged my fingertips down his chest, marveling at the way his muscles worked as he fucked me. His body was thick with muscle, sculpted perfection. His abs crunched as he surged forward, burying his cock in me. His arms were tense, the defined muscles bulging as he supported his weight on them. Luke was no boy. He was all man. A man built as a man should, screwing me like a man should.
I looked lower, where our bodies joined. When he pulled out, I could see the base of his cock, glistening with my juices. Then slam, he would surge forward again, electrifying every nerve ending in my channel.
“Faster,” I urged as my body heated, muscles trembling as tension wound through them.
He complied, fucking me fiercely, his body claiming mine, pounding hard. He pinched my nipples, and my spine arched, lifting my breasts high in the air. With every stroke, every pinch, every touch my need grew. I was burning all over. I was losing myself in pleasure. It was rolling over me like a wave. Rippling through my body.
So close. I was on the verge of ecstasy.
“Harder,” I cried out. My body was tightening, muscles drawing taut.
He fucked me so hard my head bounced against the headboard. I didn’t care. The pleasure was beyond words. Heat blasting through me like an eruption. Pulsing currents of electricity buzzing out from my center. A powerful climax was building. Almost there. I could taste it, hear it, feel it in every cell of my body. My nerves were sizzling.
“Come!” he commanded. “Come for me now.” He shoved his cock deep inside and exploded.
That was it. I lost control. I screamed as I was catapulted into a shimmering world of intense pleasure. My pussy spasmed around his cock, drawing his cum deep inside, to my womb. Gasping, and scared, since I wasn’t on birth control, I tried to slip out from under him. But he held my in place, his weight pinning me to the bed. When he finally did roll off me he didn’t leave. Nor did he let me go anywhere. He pulled me with him, and I lay with my head resting on his shoulder.
I was terrified.
I’d just had unprotected sex. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.
But I’d had unprotected sex with Luke. Luke wouldn’t throw me out. Luke wouldn’t turn his back on me. Luke wouldn’t abandon me like the man who had once claimed to be my father had.
Everything would be all right.
Yes, everything would be all right.
I closed my eyes and let myself drift off to sleep.
*
I awoke alone.
Luke had left me.
I glanced at the clock. It was morning, very early. Much too early for either of us to be awake. Nude, I walked out into the hall, my ears straining for a sound, a hint where he might be. I saw no lights on in his room or in the bathroom so I headed toward the kitchen.
That was empty too.
I found him in the den, standing with his back to me, his head tipped down. He was wearing a pair of sweatpants. No shirt. His back was broad, shoulders wide, his form a glorious sight in the semi-light. In front of him were the French doors, leading out to the deck. Silvery moonlight seeped into the room, casting his body in silhouette.
I moved quietly, coming cl
oser, unsure whether I should or not. Was he feeling guilty for what we’d done? I wasn’t. Not at all. Should I be? I didn’t see any reason to. My only concern was the fact that I wasn’t on birth control. As much as I had fantasized about him coming inside me, I hadn’t expected it. I wasn’t sure how he would react if he knew I wasn’t on birth control.
“Luke?” I whispered, the sound in the heavy silence sounding more like a shout.
He twisted around, and I saw he was holding something. A book or picture. I couldn’t tell. “What are you doing up?” he asked. Because the light was behind him, I couldn’t read his expression.
“I was wondering the same thing about you.”
He glanced down at the thing in his hands. As I neared, I saw what it was-- a framed photo of my mother. “I was just thinking.”
“About?”
“A lot of things,” he answered, somewhat evasively.
“Including what happened tonight?” I pushed. There was no reason to pussyfoot around what we’d done. We were both adults. We were both active participants. We’d done nothing wrong. And I wasn’t going to let him make me think otherwise.
As I stood there, his cum was seeping from my pussy, dampening my thighs. He couldn’t take it back. It was done. We’d crossed that line.
“Yes, that too,” he confessed, his gaze flicking around the room while avoiding me.
“I don’t regret it,” I told him.
His lips formed a thin line, letting me know he didn’t feel the same way. “I…don’t know that I can say the same. I’m sorry, Kira.”
“No need to apologize. I wanted my first time to be with you. I knew you would be gentle and sweet. And you were. I’ll remember tonight forever.”
“I can’t say I was all that gentle. We shouldn’t have…” He stared down at the picture and swallowed hard. “I should have been stronger.” With conviction in his voice, he added, “You’re too…innocent for a man like me. It won’t happen again. And I hope you won’t do it with someone else, other than a man who genuinely loves you and is committed to you.”
I was making no promises. After all, I’d learned something tonight. I’d learned how great sex felt. That first time had whetted my appetite. Already I wanted more. If Luke wasn’t willing—which was still undetermined, since I already knew he could be persuaded—I might have to find someone else to fuck. I had a feeling there was a lot more to discover yet, pleasures I couldn’t even imagine.
I couldn’t wait to find out what those might be.
But first things first. Birth control. If I became pregnant, I wanted it to be Luke’s baby. Only Luke’s.
“Well, I think I’m going to head back up to bed.” Leaning close, I pressed a kiss to his cheek. It was scratchy with sexy, dark stubble. I remembered how it felt, his stubble scuffing against my inner thigh. I smiled as I stepped back.
He looked me in the eye and cupped my cheek. “You deserve to be happy. You deserve someone who isn’t living in the past, who can build a future with you.”
“I am happy, Luke. Very happy. Maybe what you need is someone to help you see you don’t have to live in the past to honor the people you’ve lost?” I countered.
He snatched his hand away and turned his back to me.
He didn’t want to hear that. Not from me.
But hopefully soon he’d see I was telling the truth. Then, maybe, we could be together. And we would both be happy.
Of course, I could be patient enough to wait for him. But I had a feeling I wouldn’t be waiting for long.
Chapter Four
The next time I looked at the clock, it was almost noon. I had slept in. Groggy, I hopped in the shower and took care of the essentials before heading to the kitchen to get some much-needed caffeine. I realized, as I wandered through the house waiting for the coffeemaker to do its thing, that I was alone.
Luke’s office was empty. His bedroom door was open and is bedroom was empty too. I checked outside by the pool. He wasn’t there either.
Disappointed but not surprised, since Luke tended to work on Saturdays, I went back inside to get myself some coffee and a yogurt. I took it outside and soaked in some warm sunlight. And when I was done eating, I changed into my bathing suit and swam some laps, like normal. Swimming and biking were the only exercises I could stand to do without getting bored to death. After I’d finished up my laps, I made myself comfy on a lounger and took a little nap.
I woke up feeling as if someone was watching me.
Someone was watching me.
It was Andre, the lawn, slash pool, guy.
I would admit, I had noticed him looking at me before. And I’d also admit that I wasn’t particularly upset by it. He worked outdoors, without a shirt, doing things that made his body lean and hard and tan. However, for several reasons, I would never consider doing anything more with him than flirt. He was a total jerk and drank too much—even on the job. But he was a lot of fun to look at.
So, I looked back, tipping my sunglasses down and drinking in all the toned, tan male beauty.
Someone behind me cleared his throat.
Busted.
I peered up.
Luke was standing in the doorway, arms folded over his chest. “Like what you see?”
“The view’s not bad. But if you took off your shirt and moved over there, it would be a whole lot better.” I made a shooing motion, trying to coax him to come outside and stand in front of me so I could stare at him instead.
He scowled, but there was laughter in his eyes. I liked seeing that. “Kira, what am I going to do with you?”
“What do you want to do with me?” Sure, it was a loaded question. I hoped he would answer it.
He shook his head. “You don’t want to know.”
“Oh, yes I do.” I patted the lounger next to me. “Why don’t you sit down and tell me?”
He didn’t sit down and tell me. “I can’t. I have work to do.”
I wasn’t ready to give up yet. Knowing I was wearing my most flattering bathing suit, I stood. While I was no Kate the Princess, with her slim, athletic body, I wasn’t embarrassed by my figure. I had curves. Just the right amount of curves in all the right places. The swimming and cycling were doing the job, keeping my curves from getting too curvy. “Please? Can’t you take a little time off for a swim?” Striking a pose that was meant to take full advantage of my assets, I gave him a pleading grin. “It’s gorgeous out here. Before you know it, it’ll be fall, and cold and gloomy.”
He crossed his arms over his chest and tried to tell me with his eyes that he could not be convinced. But the red stain climbing up his neck, and the growing bulge in his pants, said otherwise. I decided they were telling the real story.
I tipped my head. “Please? I’m lonely. Keep me company for a little while.”
His shoulders slumped slightly as he relaxed. “Fine. Give me five minutes.”
Victory! “Five minutes.” I gave him a little smile and wave then returned to my seat to watch Andre finish trimming the shrubs.
Five minutes passed. Then ten. Then fifteen.
Andre was through with his work in the backyard and had moved on to something else. That left me with nothing to do. I went in search of Luke. I didn’t have to go far. He was on his way out, his bathing trunks and sunglasses on, a towel draped around his shoulders.
“There you are,” I said, halting in place. He was a vision in a bathing suit. Absolutely glorious. There was a home gym in the lower level of the house. Unlike me, he spent a fair amount of time down there. Clearly the hard work paid off.
“Sorry. I had to finish up a few things.” Taking a wide berth around me (much wider than necessary) he loped toward the French doors leading out to the deck and pool. I followed, watching his muscles flex as he pulled the towel off his shoulders, dropped it on the lounger next to mine then strolled up to the pool’s edge and dove in. I went in after him, swan diving into the cool, crisp water. I emerged to find he’d already stroked his way to the far
edge of the pool. Head tipped back, he was wiping water off his face. I paddled up to him, coming close. The sunlight reflected off the water, lighting his face. He looked scrumptious.
“Want to race?” I asked, feeling playful and flirty.
“Sure.”
“If I win, you have to do anything I say,” I offered. “And vice-versa, if you win, I have to do anything you say.”
“Sounds like a deal.”
“On your mark.” I grabbed the pool side and planted my feet against the wall. “Get set.” I pushed off and started swimming, giving myself a healthy head-start, knowing I would need it if I was going to have any chance of winning. As much as I swam, and I did swim a lot, he was stronger than me, thanks to all the weightlifting.
I pulled hard with each stroke, kicking my legs, pushing myself to swim as fast as I could. Still, he easily caught up to me after just a few strokes. Within seconds, he’d passed me. I was losing.
Then I had a brainstorm.
“Oh no!” I yelled.
He stopped. “What is it? Cramp?”
“No. I lost my necklace. It’s down there somewhere,” I lied, pointing down at the pool’s bottom. “It was the one my mom gave me.”
He paddled toward where I was treading water. “Do you see it?”
“No, but I felt it come off somewhere around there.” I indicated back a bit.
As I had hoped, he dove to the bottom of the pool to search for the not-so-lost necklace. Meanwhile, I stroked to the end of the pool, touched the side and proclaimed myself the winner.
He surfaced, saw me pumping my arms in victory and scowled. “You cheated.”
“I…confess. Yes, I did. I lied about the necklace. But, to be fair, you and I both know I wouldn’t stand a chance at winning if I didn’t do something to stop you.”
He plunged under. I watched his athletic form slice through the water and angle up. He grabbed my leg and pulled me under. I thrashed, kicking back up to the surface. He was there, grinning at me. I splashed him. He splashed back. I laughed. He laughed. It was the most wonderful sound I’d ever heard. And when we stopped to catch our breaths, our gazes locked. The air left my lungs as the world around us became electrified. His eyes were twinkling. I hoped those twinkles would never go away.
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