Lumen Cove

by Dianne Frost

  “Here,” she said sliding out from behind him. “Lay down.”

  She patted the mattress in front of her. It took him a beat for the gesture to register. He turned on his hip with a lazy grace and slinked up the mattress. He buried his face in her pillow curling his arms underneath it and felt her crawling closer to him. Her hands laid against his back, warm and soft and he felt her apply her weight which made him groan. His breathing hitched when he felt her throw her leg over his hips, sitting on the small bump of his ass. She wiggled a little finding her balance and leaned forward to press her hands to his shoulder blades. He let out a low moan into the pillow, feeling his tense muscles unfurl and the heat of her through the thin articles of clothing separating them.

  Kelsey’s breathing was shallow, her hands working over the taught muscles of Alex’s back as he wiggled underneath her, making sounds that were making her muscles clench and she could feel herself warming up. She pressed her hips down into him, enjoying the pressure. She’d been fantasizing about this for a while now. Not the massage but straddling him, moving against him at her own pace. It had been the same every time since the first time, him taking her to bed, sometimes making her come with his mouth before seeking his pleasure within her. But every time he was on top, in control. It wasn’t that she didn’t like it, the feeling of being taken safely, held and kissed as she laid back enjoying the fruits of his labor, but she wanted to try something different, feel him from a different angle, see his face when he came.

  She was lost in the idea of it, her hands still kneading his muscles, now substantially looser from her efforts so she didn’t really notice how restless he’d become underneath her. He was panting into the pillow, the feel of her hands all over him causing a deep ache settle in his lower belly, feeling his balls tighten. He was fully hard, trapped uncomfortably against the mattress but he was torn between pulling her underneath him and ravaging her or letting her continue her slow grind against him. He could hear her breathing, her hands gripping at his flesh like she did when he was inside her but now it was just from a different angle. The thought made him shiver and he couldn’t stand it.

  Kelsey was jolted from her dirty day dream as he started to roll over beneath her. She raised her hips, biting back a whine at the loss of the pressure but once he was settled on his back he gripped her hips hard and pulled her down against him. A gasp tore from her throat, her eyes rolling back in her head at the feel of him hard against her center, her hands moving to support her weight against his chest. Alex tipped his head back humming softly as he guided her hips against his, his tongue peeking out to lick his dry lips.

  She found his rhythm easily and after a moment his hands began to wander from her hips up underneath her baggy sweatshirt. She panted as his hands slid up over her rib cage and cupped her breasts, molding and squeezing them, sending sharp shocks of pleasure down to her center. Alex swallowed hard, trying to concentrate on anything but the delicious friction between them as he started to tug her sweatshirt up.

  Alex groaned deep in his chest as Kelsey sat back, letting her weight sit fully on his lap as she crossed her arms over her chest and pulled her sweatshirt off. She tossed it carelessly to the side, Alex’s hands reaching to cover her breasts again as she pulled the elastic from her hair, letting it tumble over her shoulders. He pushed himself up into a sitting position the best he could, his arms wrapping around her back to keep himself upright and nuzzled his nose against her breast bone. She let her head fall back in pleasure, her hips resuming their subtle rocking as her arms wrapped around his shoulders, hands delving into his hair.

  He kissed across the full mound of one breast, capturing the nipple between his teeth and biting gently before rolling his tongue hard against it. She cried out, her back arching and grinding her hips down harder. He couldn’t stand it, had to feel her, to be inside her. He released her, falling back against the mattress and lifting his hips, trying to push his boxers down. She reached to aid him, her nails scratching his hipbones in her haste to pull them off. She watched him fall back against his stomach, thick and heavy the tip glistening and she slid off the side of the bed, shoving her sleep shorts and panties to the floor before climbing back onto the bed.

  He reached for her, ready to roll her under him but she grabbed his wrists instead, throwing her leg over his hips and his hands turned in her grip, steadying her as she kneeled over him. His dick strained against his stomach, seeking her heat only inches away. He allowed her to fold his arms back, pinning his wrists on either side of his head as she leaned over to kiss him, her tongue surging against his, nails digging into his wrists. She was panting when she pulled back, her eyes dark, all pupil rimmed in ocher and he felt a sharp tug in his belly again wiggling restlessly under her. She slowly released his wrists but he did not move, something that seemed to satisfy her as she lowered herself over him. His eyes closed as he felt her wetness brush against the underside of his shaft and he automatically reached between them, taking himself in his hand and searching for her entrance.

  “God, Kelsey,” he choked sliding against her easily and his eyes rolled back in his head, gritting his teeth against it, trying to push it down. “You’re so wet.”

  “I want to do it this way,” she said, her voice low and needy, her hands planting on his chest, her head tipping back as he aligned with her entrance. “Please,” she whimpered and he was in awe, looking up at her, hair a wild tumble around her shoulders, cheeks and chest flushed.

  He gripped her hips but merely held her, letting her take the lead. He wasn’t sure how long he would last already ramped up from the sight of her, the sound of her voice, needy and weak with want. She let her head fall forward, catching her bottom lip between her teeth as she began to lower herself onto him, a slow gasp pulling from her throat as she slid down slowly until her hips were flush against his.

  Kelsey was trembling, her thighs threatening to shake her right off him as he pressed deep into that spot inside her that made her mind go black and her voice rip from her throat in a guttural cry. His fingers were digging into her hips hard and he was breathing sharply through his nose and out his mouth, eyes closed. She panted, pressing her palms harder against his chest and his eyes opened a slit, the slightest hint of ocean blue peeking up at her. She rocked forward, feeling him slip out of her a little before she rocked back flush against him again and let her head hang back at the sensation, breathing hard, nails scraping against his skin. She didn’t know how much more she could take, her body coiled tight but she didn’t want it to end this soon. She wanted to enjoy this, him underneath her, watching her.

  She opened her eyes again, looking down at him and his chin was jutted forward, shoulders wiggling as his hips settled more firmly against the mattress. He nudged up and her mouth dropped open her thighs threatening to shake her apart. He whimpered swallowing hard and she felt his nails leaving half moon indentations in her skin, his eyes snapping shut.

  She reached forward, her hand gripping his jaw and his eyes flew open in shock, staring into hers and she felt her stomach tremble. It was right there, one twitch of her hips and she would be moaning and shaking, unable to think or see. She lifted her hips, feeling every inch of him slip out and she dropped herself down hard against him, a sharp cry pulling from his lips as his feet slipped against the mattress looking for purchase. She was chasing the feeling now, her hips jerking hard against him of their own accord, his name ripping from her throat as she rode out her pleasure, waiting for it to ebb but it didn’t as she kept rocking, grinding her clit against his hipbone, stuck in a sharp state of pleasure she couldn’t stop.

  Alex grunted feeling her tighten around him. The pulsing seemed to be endless and as much as he wanted to hold on he just couldn’t. His back arched, a guttural shout pulling from his chest as he ground up into her and she whined, the hand clutching his jaw moving to his chest, her fingers digging in. She was still whimpering as he came down, her hips still rolling hard against him and he flexed his wrists
, his hands finally holding her still when the pleasure became sharp, too much. She let out a pitiful whimper her body giving him a squeeze that made him see stars and twitch hard into her at which she hissed.

  Kelsey collapsed panting against his chest, forgetting all their practiced moves of legs together and roll, allowing her legs to uncurl but still staying on either side of his hips, her face pressed to his neck as he slid wetly out of her. She was a weak and trembling mess, small whimpers and moans still pulling from her throat. He brought a trembling hand up to the back of her head, cradling it in his palm for a moment before running his hand over her hair, his other arm wrapping tightly around her. She made another weak noise, pressing her face harder to his neck and he pressed his lips to her temple, holding her close.

  He let her quiver and quake over him, focusing entirely on her because it meant he didn’t have to assess his own trembling muscles, the deep sense of intimacy between them. He had no illusions about how this was going to end, that it was going to end but this was the first time he felt a sharp, agonized stab of regret over it. He squeezed her again, closing his eyes and breathing in the sweet, sugary scent of her perfume as her muscles finally started to loosen, her breath becoming merely labored instead of erratic.

  Kelsey knew she should lift herself from his chest but her arms were completely unsteady and she didn’t trust them. She’d felt wild and frenzied on top of him, the pleasure and the power of it electrifying her but as soon as it hit, the pleasure tearing through her then refusing to ebb she felt detached, and though he was still pressed impossibly deep inside her she had felt so far from him. She didn’t want to move from him now, their sweat slicked torsos plastered together, their breathing uneven and jagged, out of sync.

  He didn’t seem to mind, one hand cupping the back of her head tenderly while his other ran smoothly up and down her spine, the gesture so simple but so intimate that her muscles finally began to uncurl and her limbs stilled against him. He pressed a kiss to her temple, then her forehead, then between her eyebrows. She lifted her head as he craned his neck, kissing her cheek then the tip of her nose. She planted her elbows on either side of his shoulders and held his face as she pressed her lips hard to his, feeling something sharp, something akin to pain but not, stab in her chest. She didn’t know what it was but knew it was volatile and some animal part of her brain cautioned her to proceed at her own risk.

  “Alex,” she whispered, their lips parting, panting each other’s breaths in and out. “Alex I… that was…”

  “I know,” he said, his voice a dry rasp and he swallowed hard, breathing in deeply through his nose.

  She heaved a sigh and allowed her hips to slide off his and to the side, keeping her torso and head draped over him as he wiggled himself into a comfortable position. He nudged her gently and she pulled back just enough for him to get his arm out and wrap it around her shoulders before she clutched back against him, her ear pressed directly over his heart.

  “Wow,” she sighed after an incredibly long silence and she felt his snort of laughter more than heard it.

  “Same,” he growled, pressing a kiss to her hair line. She looked up at him, dark eyes sleepy and sated and he loved knowing he put that look on her face.

  “You liked it?” she asked her voice dreamy as she replaced her cheek on his chest and he did chuckle at that.

  “Yes,” he said into her hair, squeezing her and kissing her there again.

  She looked up at him once again, her eyes dancing happily and he felt an overwhelming tenderness towards her, his hand coming up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. She licked her lips, tilting her head to the side as she looked at him with an adoration he’d never seen from a woman before. It scared him and excited him, made him want to protect her, to do anything in his power to keep her looking at him that way. He pressed his lips to hers and watched through cracked lids as her eyes slowly closed, feeling her hand curl against his chest.

  When he pulled back he watched her slowly lick her lips, her eyes remaining closed for a second before slowly opening to him. She rested her chin on his chest content to just look at him, memorize the lines of his face, pick out every fleck of navy in the ocean blue of his eyes.

  “You’re staying tonight right?” she asked, a hint of anxiety creeping into her eyes and he couldn’t deny her anything in that moment.

  “Yes,” he said automatically and was rewarded with a big smile before she tucked her head down, pressing her face into his neck and breathing him in. Her arm draped over his torso and she gave him a tight squeeze as if his answer delighted her so much she could hardly stand it.

  He was on dangerous ground here. He could feel the anxiety underneath his contentment, that small sick feeling that told him he was taking a very big risk and he should cash in now before both of them lost it all. He knew dragging it out would just make it harder on both of them, but when he pressed his face into her hair and inhaled the sweet scent of her, felt her curl more into him, trying to pull herself as close as possible he could think of nothing but how to get more time. His stomach turned over itself, which he attributed to the most obvious culprit - his conscious warning him about the loss of his livelihood and her chance at a college education - and didn’t even consider the ever growing possibility that he was actually falling for her.

  Chapter Twelve

  “I just… I can’t get over it, man.”

  Alex gave Fitz a blank look but Drew smiled, spinning his glass of bourbon slowly round and round in his hand as it rested on the table. The Lambency Tavern wasn’t the nicest place to be on a Friday night but the Sand Bar was closed for a private party and Fitz had insisted on taking the brothers out for a drink.

  The Danvers’ switcheroo was the talk of the town. Drew was, of course, delighted, basking in all the attention, answering everyone’s “now which one are you?” with a cheeky “guess.” Alex was less than enthused. He’d had a talk with his principal as a precaution, but old Steimetz was just as amused as everyone else, even going so far as to ask him if he and Drew would consider working with his wife, Lambency High’s biology teacher, on a DNA project. He had politely declined, not liking the idea of being a science experiment.

  Fitz and Hilary had been annoyed he hadn’t told them, both peppering him with questions like “so how identical are you?” to the point where Alex had asked Kelsey to do all of her AP work at lunch for the rest of the week so he didn’t have to face them. Alex bit his bottom lip and tapped the back of his phone which laid face down on the table in front of him.

  He’d spent almost the entire week at Kelsey’s, taking turns making dinner to avoid the questions about a sudden flux of his food orders being delivered to her address. They did the dishes together before curling up on the couch so he could read and she could work on some computer program she was writing for the regional science fair. She’d explained it to him but he hadn’t quite understood, just gathered that it had something to do with space debris and that she cursed a lot when she was working on it. Eventually she would give up and declare that she was going to bed before she chucked her computer into the ocean and they traded the couch for the bed and their work for play.

  Alex worked his lip back and forth between his teeth, fiddling with his phone but not picking it up. Every time Reva had called during the week, Kelsey had told her she was too busy working on her science fair project to get dinner or go to the movies or double with her and some senior and his friend from the catholic school across town. She insisted that was why she was accompanying Reva to a prep-school party in Fairhope this evening, something that made him much more uncomfortable than he was willing to admit. He kept telling himself Fairhope wasn’t that far and he was only worried about them drinking and driving because being uneasy about anything else would be ridiculous. In fact if Kelsey did meet someone at a party it might resolve their situation in the least messy way possible. He felt a pang in his chest at the thought, but attributed it to drinking his beer too fast.
/>   “You guys are freakin…” Fitz trailed squinting at them for what seemed like the thousandth time since they’d arrived.

  “Identical, I know. My dick is bigger though,” Drew said with a grin before he sipped at his bourbon and Alex rolled his eyes, staring down into his glass miserably.

  Fitz laughed, looking from Drew to Alex and back again, still dumbfounded. “It’s weird because physically, yeah, you guys are carbon copies, but just your facial expressions…” Fitz trailed his eyes darting from Alex’s grim countenance to Drew’s dancing eyes. “Do folks really get you two mixed up when you’re together?”

  Alex and Drew looked at each other and then back at Fitz. Both responded in the negative at the same time, Drew giving his shoulder a shrug as he said “Nah,” and Alex spit a deadpan, “No.”

  Fitz slapped his hands together in delight, the sound echoing around the bar, causing the other patrons to glance over at them.

  “Okay that was funny,” Fitz said, raising his beer to his lips and taking a deep drink.

  The door to the tavern opened and heads turned curiously. Normally they would turn right back to what they were doing but this time they lingered as a woman entered. She was familiar to all but most had never seen her like this before, her normally fuzzy curls pulled back in a tight pony were smoothed into perfect ringlets that fell just past her chin. Her face was made up in such a way that her small gray eyes seemed wide and piercing, her pocked and freckled skin flawless. She had traded her dumpy corduroys and oversized button downs for a tight sweater dress over tights and knee-high boots all black, slimming her pudgy frame into something alluring.