by S. E. Lund
"Good talking with you," Luke said and I smiled at Mr. Thorpe. He stood up with difficulty, and then made his way up the boardwalk to the house, leaving Luke and me alone while the chef packed away his tools and an assistant cleaned up after the guests.
"Feel like taking a walk along the beach? Get your toes wet?"
I smiled. "Sounds great."
We left the table and made our way down to the beach, close to the surf. The sky was dark and the surf roared a few feet away as we walked along. A string of lights up and down in front of the property shone down on the sand but beyond on either side was dark. Luke took my hand and I was surprised, because we were alone and there was no need for a performance.
"Never know who might be watching from the house. My father has a telescope, but I've seen him turning it on the neighbors, so I want to be realistic just in case."
I laughed and let him take my hand, even though I didn't believe it.
"Does he have night vision as well?"
"We have to keep in character," Luke said and smiled. "Might as well play the parts as much as possible so it doesn't feel awkward."
We walked along the beach about a mile, talking the entire time about his family and mine, about everything except the main reason I was there – because he didn’t want his family or their meddling friends to try to match him up with anyone, even though I could tell that they were all really attached to him and wanted to see him happy.
When we arrived back at the beach house, we went to the great room where the guests had assembled. The room was huge, filled with comfortable furniture, and had three separate seating areas, where people had gathered.
Luke pulled me over to one set of sofa and chairs and we sat together, side by side. He put his arm around me and pulled me closer and we sat quietly and listened as Mr. Thorpe and Luke's adoptive father talked about the stock market rally.
About nine o'clock, John texted and said he wouldn't be arriving until the next day.
Luke showed me the text.
"That's too bad," I whispered.
"I know. Mrs. B will be so upset."
Luke and I remained seated where we were, his arm around me, and we passed the rest of the evening that way. When the grandfather clock in the hallway chimed eleven thirty, I covered my yawn with my hand, surprised that I was so tired.
"Are you an early bird?" Mrs. Thorpe asked, peering at me with interest.
"I am," I said. "I'm used to getting up early and studying before class."
"Alexa just passed her comprehensive exam for her Master's Degree. She's been under a lot of stress preparing for it." Luke smiled at me, his expression proud.
"Oh, congratulations, dear," Mrs. Thorpe said. She smiled and I wondered what they'd think if they knew all of this was a big performance. That Luke and I had only ever really kissed once.
Of course, it was at that very moment that Luke leaned down and kissed me, catching me by surprise. I recovered quickly enough, and kissed him back, then he met my eyes when the kiss ended, a twinkle in his like he was enjoying it all a bit too much.
"I'm so proud of her," he said and squeezed my shoulder. He kissed me again, this time longer, lingering over it, so that I began to feel a bit embarrassed. We pulled apart and I glanced at Mrs. Thorpe, who was smiling like a Cheshire Cat, her face lit up like she couldn’t get enough of our show of affection.
"It's so good to see you with someone again," she said to Luke. "For a while, your mother and I wondered if you'd ever find someone else."
"No need to worry about me," Luke said and held his chin up, a grin on his face. "I've found someone so you can all just relax."
"It's too bad you’re going away for so long," she said and looked at me, an expression of sympathy on her face. "How will you cope with him being away for all that time? A whole year? I don’t think I could manage."
"We'll manage," Luke said, almost defensively. "We won't be separated the entire time. Like I said, I'll fly her to meet us and we'll see some of the sights together when she has a break from her PhD."
"That's good," she replied, and pressed her lips together. "Relationships and family are the most important thing in life. Everything else is just window dressing. Don't forget that in your quest to make a name for yourself."
"I've already made a name for myself, I think," Luke said. "Now I get to take a year just for myself, and then I'll think of the future."
She smiled, apparently pleased with his answer. "Don't let what happened to you in the past make you lose faith in life." She nodded meaningfully. I made a mental note to ask Luke more about his failed romance. It was something we had in common.
The evening went on, and Luke pulled me onto his lap, his arms around me, my legs thrown over his lap. Being so close to him in that way, the warmth of his body, the comfort of his arms, made me uncomfortably aroused. He squirmed a bit as well, and I wondered if he felt the same. A part of me wanted to just give in and have meaningless but fantastic sex with him. He was gorgeous, he was smart and funny, and very sexy.
The other part – the part into self-preservation – was leery of doing so. I knew what I was like. I couldn’t just be a fuck buddy. I just couldn't.
I admired Candace's ability to be with a new man and enjoy him purely for the sex, but that wasn't me. I'd been with only a couple of men in my life and didn’t find it easy to just fall into bed with a new one. I had to be warmed up.
I was definitely warmed up sitting that way with Luke.
One by one, the other guests got up and said goodnight, saying they'd see us in the morning on the patio for brunch. I felt strangely comfortable sitting there, performing for Luke's family and friends. If I let myself, I could imagine taking Luke's hand and going upstairs to bed, and fucking our brains out.
I couldn't let myself do that.
He was leaving, and that was all I needed to know.
I sighed when Luke's parents got up to leave and we said goodnight.
"Will you be staying the entire weekend?" Mrs. Marshall asked.
"She will be," Luke answered. He turned to me and smiled, squeezing me. "We plan on spending the entire weekend decompressing. Sun, surf and lots of beer is on the agenda."
Mrs. Marshall smiled, but it wasn't real. I knew she didn't approve of me. I wasn't likely up to her standards for her son. She wanted someone like Felicia Blake for Luke, not little old me from Oregon.
Well, let me tell you something about your son, Mrs. M. He doesn't want anyone. Not Felicia and not me.
He wants Mars.
* * *
When we were finally alone, Luke turned to me. The lights were low, with the glow from the gas fireplace making everything warm. It seemed entirely natural for him to lean in closer and kiss me, and it seemed entirely natural for me to kiss him back.
So I did.
The kiss went from warm and affectionate to hot and needy and Luke pushed me back on the sofa, lying on top of me while he continued to kiss me and inexplicably, I went on kissing him back without protest.
His hard length pressed into me in just the right places and I couldn't hold back a groan in response.
What the fuck was I doing? Apparently, not putting a stop to things…
When his hand slid down from my shoulder to one breast, he pulled back and looked into my eyes. He squeezed, his thumb finding my nipple and stroking it through the fabric of my sundress.
He didn't do or say anything, like he was waiting for me to protest.
I didn't.
I wanted it. For that moment at least, I shut off that part of my brain that would usually say STOP! He won’t love you.
At that moment, I honestly didn't care if he didn't love me or wouldn't ever love me.
At that moment, all I wanted was for the moment to continue and for him to keep touching me, keep kissing me. I wanted to feel him inside of me. I wanted – I needed – that sweet sweet release that would only happen when I came while he was filling me up so completely.
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nbsp; It had been so long since I had been filled up completely.
"I want you," he said, his voice breathless as he continued to touch me, his hand moving lower, down over one hip. He squeezed my buttock and pulled my hips more tightly against him so that I could feel his erection press against me.
"I want you," I whispered, afraid to admit it, but unable to deny it.
He kissed me again, and this time, he pulled the other strap down and exposed my bra. He cupped my breast over the top of my bra, squeezing gently before he found the edge of the bra cup and curled his fingers inside it so that his bare hand touched my skin. I gasped into his mouth and arched into his hand when he squeezed my nipple between his finger and thumb.
"Fuck, I need you," he said and then slipped his hand down my dress to the hem, hiking it up, his fingers, beneath my panties, finding the lips of my sex and slipping between them.
"Oh, you're so nice and wet," he whispered, pulling his fingers out and licking them suggestively. "I want to eat you."
I inhaled at that, but glanced around the darkened room, not wanting to do anything there in case someone walked back in.
"We should go upstairs," I whispered, trying to wiggle out from under him.
"No," he said firmly. "Here."
"Someone might come in…"
"They won't," he replied, a gleam in his eye. "They've all gone to the bedroom wing. We're alone. I want to eat you right here in front of the fireplace. Then, I want to fuck you."
I closed my eyes, because he seemed determined to do so, despite the risk – or maybe because of it.
He slipped down both bra straps and pulled down the cups, exposing my breasts to the air.
"Your breasts are magnificent," he whispered and then squeezed one, nipping lightly at the hardening bud with soft teeth, making me squirm with lust. He closed his lips around it and sucked, sending a jolt of desire through me right to my clit.
"Oh, God…" My heart raced as he moved from one nipple to the other, my eyes shut, hoping no one came in and found us like that.
When he moved down and kissed a trail down my belly to my mound, I gasped. Then he pulled my panties down with his teeth, a gleam in his eyes as I watched him. I helped him remove them, squirming around so that he could pull them down and off my feet.
He pushed my thighs apart and remained poised over my pussy, staring down at me like I was a delicacy that he couldn't wait to eat. Then, while I watched, he leaned closer and spread me before swiping his tongue up between the lips of my sex, finding my clit and pressing his tongue against me, swirling it expertly. I moaned in response to the sweetness of the sensations, closing my eyes because it was too much.
"Open your eyes," he said, his mouth over top of me. "Watch me eat you."
I did, and he very deliberately licked me again and again, unerringly finding my clit each time, his eyes never leaving mine.
"I'm going to make you come while I lick you and you watch."
I didn't reply, my gaze on him while he covered my pussy and sucked on my clit.
"Oh, God," I said with a gasp when he slipped his fingers inside of me. I could sense how wet I was, how swollen and ready.
"Oh, you are so wet for me, Alexa, so tight. I want to fuck you so badly…"
He stroked me with his fingers and tongue and soon, I could feel the buildup of pleasure that signaled my impending orgasm. Unable to stop myself, I cried out, thrusting my hips up to meet his tongue and fingers as I reached my climax, my body shuddering, my muscles spasming around him.
He didn't stop licking me, his tongue insistent and my orgasm went on and on so that it was all I could do to keep watching him, my eyes half-lidded as I stayed at that high for what seemed like an eternity.
Then it became too much and I slumped beneath his mouth, reaching down to push him away.
"Stop," I moaned, the sensation too intense. "Stop…"
He did, pulling his mouth away, but keeping his fingers inside me. I could feel my muscles still contracting around him in the aftermath of my orgasm and lay back, my eyes closing, my heart rate slowly returning to normal.
"Oh, God that was good," I managed to say, my arm thrown over my eyes.
"You came fast," he said, and I could detect a note of approval in his voice. "You were ready."
"I was," I said with a sigh. "It's been a while…"
I heard him chuckle and glanced down, frowning.
"You needed it," he said. "You need even more. You need my cock inside of you."
"I don't know if I can come twice," I said, shaking my head. "I never have before."
"You've never been with me," he replied and I almost laughed at his boast, but I was also curious whether he'd succeed. "I'm going to make you come again."
I smiled in response when he rose and lay on top of me, kissing me deeply so that I could taste myself on his tongue. Then he knelt with his knees on either side of my body and put his hands on his hips.
"Suck me first," he commanded.
I squirmed up so that I could reach his belt buckle and very slowly and deliberately unzipped his jeans, before pulling them down around his thighs. Beneath them he wore a pair of black Joe Boxer briefs, his thick erection pressing against the fabric. I licked him through the material, tasting his saltiness. He groaned in response and so I teased him a bit before pulling down his boxer briefs, his long thick cock springing out, almost hitting me in the face.
I would have laughed, but didn't want to destroy the sexiness of the moment. Instead, I ran my tongue all along the shaft of his very hard and dripping cock, catching the thread of fluid on my tongue and then lapping the head.
"Oh, God," he said, his eyes meeting mine. "Suck me."
I did, taking the head in my mouth, my tongue licking the bottom of the crown.
"That's so good," he murmured in approval. Then he began a slow thrust, and I complied, taking his length in my mouth, between my lips, as far as I could without gagging. He was long and thick, stretching my mouth wide to accommodate him. I imagined him inside of me while he fucked me and I hoped I could come again. I was still slightly swollen and sucking him, seeing the desire in his eyes as he watched his cock moving in and out of my mouth, was turning me on again.
"That's enough," he said and pulled his cock out of my mouth, making a 'pop' sound when he pulled the head free of my suction. "I could fuck your mouth all night, but I want you to come on my cock first."
I didn't argue, letting him pull me up and then position me with my hands on the back of the sofa while he spread my thighs with a knee.
"Do you have a condom?" I asked, but he was ahead of me, pulling out a metallic wrapper from the pocket of his jeans. I craned my head and met his eyes as he ripped the package open with his teeth. "You were pretty sure of yourself."
He shook his head. "Only hopeful." Then he unrolled the condom over his erection. He leaned back over me and turned my head for a kiss. When it ended, he stroked his cock against me, one hand pressing it up so that he rubbed my clit again and again, working me back up again without entering me yet. I met his thrusts with my own, intensifying the sensations, my core throbbing with desire, aching to be filled up with him.
"I can't wait to fuck you," he whispered in my ear while he stroked me with his cock. "Tell me when you want it."
I closed my eyes and let the sensations wash over me as my desire built up once more. I thought I could come again with him continuing to rub against me, but I wanted to wait until he was inside of me.
"Now," I whispered.
"Now, what?"
I made a face. He was going to make me beg him to fuck me…
"I want you inside of me."
He kept stroking me. "What do you want me to do?"
I groaned in frustration, not used to being so vocal during sex. "I want you to fuck me."
Then, he pressed his cock against the entrance to my body and pushed, entering me slowly, just an inch, then two. He was so nice and thick, I could have come with him only
partially inside.
He thrust a few times like that, just in and out, stroking my clit before pushing inside an inch or two.
"Tell me when you want more."
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the delicious sensations while he expertly built me back up, my body aching to feel him fill me up completely.
"Now," I said but he didn't comply. "I want you to fill me up."
He did, pushing inside me so that I was completely stretched and full.
He didn't move for a moment, and merely leaned over me, his cock filling me, his hand reaching around to press against my clit, he other squeezing a breast. He kissed the back of my neck and then bit my shoulder softly.
I ground against him, wanting more sensation.
"Impatient, are you?" he asked, his voice husky but amused. "Tell me what you want."
I exhaled in delicious frustration. "Fuck me," I replied.
"Fuck you, what?"
"Fuck me, please," I said, thrusting back, enjoying this little game.
He did, beginning a slow thrust while he played with my clit. After a few delicious moments, he pulled out and turned me around, pushing me down on the sofa. He knelt before me this time and pressed open my thighs, pulling me forward and entering me once more. I leaned back and watched as he began to thrust, one hand over my pussy, a thumb stroking my clit in a lazy circle.
Our eyes met and he fucked me like this, leaning down to suck one nipple and then the other while he maintained his motions. Soon, I was surprised to find my body reaching once orgasm once more.
"Oh, God," I said, my eyes wide. "I'm there."
He smiled and began thrusting harder and faster, like he was trying to reach his own release when I did.
"That's it," he said when I closed my eyes, ready to come. "Come for me."
I groaned and felt the first waves of pleasure wash over me, my body clenching around his thickness, the intensity making me dizzy.
I barely heard his own grunts of release, but managed to open my eyes, watching him watch himself fucking me, his cock sliding in and out of me, then he drove in to the hilt and ejaculated, his face contorted in pleasure.
"Oh, fuck…"