“I would’ve called or texted or something but I was afraid you wouldn’t answer,” she said.
“What do you want, Belle? Why are you here?” I sighed, walking into my bedroom to continue getting ready. Her eyes lingered on my naked chest. She followed me into the bedroom.
“Because I can’t stop thinking about you, and because I wanted to explain,” she said, her eyes still focused on my chest. Did she want to touch it? Run her fingers over my smooth muscles?
“Explain what, exactly? And anyway, what’s the point? There’s nowhere this can go, you know that as well as I do.” I fumbled through my closet for clean T-shirt. She reached out and touched my arm, her fingers gently gripping around my bicep. I froze. Having her so close that I could smell her was driving me insane. I turned so that I was facing her, as her fingers gently stroked my skin.
“I don’t believe that, Jack. I think we have something here, and I think you feel it too. I’ve tried so hard to get you out of my head the last few days, and it’s useless. I can’t concentrate, I can’t do anything.” Her fingers moved up my arm, resting on the back of my neck. I closed my eyes, trying so hard to keep control as she stroked my hair, her touch electric.
“Belle, I can’t…” My words trailed off as her hands ran down my chest. She breathed in suddenly, her fingers shaking as they moved over my hard stomach. I groaned as they trailed even lower, her nails running over the hardness in my jeans. I was weakening, and she knew it.
“Kiss me,” she pleaded. She looked up at me, her eyes full of something that I couldn’t decipher.
The urge to have her overwhelmed me. Throwing the shirt on the bed, I cradled her head in my hands and kissed her. Together, we fell back on the bed in a tangle of arms, unable to get enough of each other. I ripped her top over her head, taking her bra with it. Her breasts exposed, I buried my face between them, trailing kisses down her stomach. She wiggled out of her jeans, and I did the same.
“Fuck, I missed you, Belle,” I panted as my mouth inhaled her nipple. I could feel it harden as my tongue circled around it.
“I missed you too,” she gasped. Her back lifted off the bed, allowing my hands to sneak around behind her. I got to my feet, taking her with me. She clung to me, her ankles locked around my waist. My mouth met hers as her soft lips caressed mine. She tasted so sweet, every part of her left me wanting more. She was like a drug, an addiction. Slowly, she was consuming me. I pushed her back against the wall. My cock was so hard it throbbed. I drove it inside her tight opening. She moaned as her nails clawed into my back, scraping through my skin like a razor blade.
“Oh God, yes,” she cried.
Her toes flexed as her heels pushed into my buttocks. I pumped into her faster and harder as my mouth explored every inch of her neck, her breasts, and her mouth. She screamed as I bit down on her lip, not hard, but hard enough to draw blood. With one final push, all the emotions this girl made me feel came screeching out of me.
Panting, she untangled herself from me. Unsteady on her feet, she fell towards the bed and I caught her in my arms.
“Look at you, throwing yourself at me,” I chuckled, kissing her forehead. I ran my fingers through her hair, brushing it away from her sweat-drenched skin. She gazed up at me, her green eyes full emotions. “I’m glad you came,” I whispered.
“I’m glad I did too,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows. I laughed. Dirty, dirty girl.
“Over. I’m glad you came over, you dickhead,” I laughed.
She lifted her lips to mine. Sighing, I pulled away from her, my fingers still entwined in hers. What was I doing? I should’ve sent her away, not dragged her inside and fucked her. As if she sensed my guilt, she stepped forward, wrapping her hands around my waist.
“You can’t feel guilty about this,” she said.
“I’m not sure your parents, or Luke for that matter, would feel the same way,” I said dryly. She rolled her eyes and sat down on the edge of the bed with one leg crossed over the other.
“What happened to the confident, no nonsense, ‘I don’t give a fuck’ guy I met last week? I’m not asking you to marry me—all I know is I have fun with you and I know you have fun with me.” I was about to reply when there was a knock at the front door. Shit. Luke was early, or maybe he was on time and I’d just gotten way too distracted.
“Keep quiet, I’ll make sure he stays out there.” I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist. Shutting the bedroom door behind me, I walked to the front door.
“Hey man, not ready yet? I’m shocked,” Luke rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, sorry man. I got away late from work. Have a seat, I’ll be out in five.” As an afterthought, I switched on the TV, thinking background noise.
Back in the bedroom I shut the door, clicking the lock behind me. It’s not that I thought he might accost me in the bedroom, but with Belle here, I wasn’t about to take that chance.
She sat, naked, on the end of my bed, leaning back, her arms behind her. It took all my willpower not to throw her back on the bed and have my way with her again. Fuck, she was so damn hot. All I had to do was look at her and I got heatstroke.
“We will be gone in a couple of minutes. Hang around for as long as you like. If you were here when I got back, I wouldn’t be complaining,” I said softly with a small smile as I pulled the T-shirt over my head. She licked her lips as I stepped into my jeans, and stood up, walking over to me. Her arms curled around my neck, pulling me downward her to her parted lips.
“You mind if I touch myself in your bed?” she whispered in my ear. My eyes nearly fell out of my head.
“By all means,” I chuckled, shaking my head. “Just don’t wear yourself out.” She made a face at me as I grabbed my keys and my phone and walked out of the room.
“Okay, I’m all set,” I said to Luke, keen to get out of there as fast as possible. My heart was racing. Even though the chances of him seeing her were slim, the possibility was there. “So where are we going tonight anyway?”
“The Shamrock,” replied Luke. “The boys will meet us there.”
***
“Another one?” Luke asked, reaching for my empty glass. I shook my head.
“Might just have a water,” I replied. Three heads whipped around to stare at me. Luke’s mouth fell open.
“You got your period or something?” quipped Grant, guffawing at his own joke. Yes, my friends were very mature. The truth was I didn’t want to stumble home like some drunken idiot when I knew Belle would probably still be there. Of course, I couldn’t tell my friends that.
“Very funny,” I said, giving Grant a look. “The next few weeks at work are going to be insane, so I need to be on my game. That means cutting down on the drink.”
“Man, I didn’t think you’ll capable of drinking less. In fact, I can’t remember the last time I saw you without a drink after eight in the evening.”
I gave Luke a shove. “Shut up, and just get me a damn water,” I growled. The guys continued to joke at my expense. Luke and Dylan disappeared over to the bar, while Grant went to the toilet. Relishing in having a moment to myself, I slipped out my phone to check my messages. To my surprise, there were two new messages—both were from Belle.
Lick. Suck. Fondle…Just a few of the things I want to do to you when you get home. B xx.
I breathed out quickly, glad there was a table covering me from the waist down. I clicked on the second message. If I thought things couldn’t get any hotter, I was wrong. The second message was a picture. A very, very suggestive picture involving Belle, my tie, and half a bottle of air-whipped cream I kept hidden in the back of my fridge. I chuckled, shutting off my phone as I saw Luke and Dillon heading back to the table.
“Look guys, it’s been great but I’ve really got to get going.” I made a face to show how disappointed I was.
Luke nodded. “Fair enough. Thanks for coming out. It was a good night yeah?”
“Yes, thanks man, it was just what I needed. Tell Grant I had to
go. I’ll catch you guys next week.”
***
The last thing I expected to find when I arrived home was Belle, naked, asleep in my bed. I smiled at her as I took off my clothes. She was so sexy, even asleep she took my breath away. I pulled back the sheets and climbed in next to her, pulling her back up against me. Her warmth was a welcome surprise against the coolness of my skin. She stirred, turning to face me, her head nestling in the crest of my shoulder. I kissed her lips tenderly, which earned me a sleepy smile.
“You’re home,” she mumbled, not opening her eyes. I chuckled, tucking her hair behind her ear.
“Yes, I couldn’t get away from the guys without them getting suspicious. They gave me shit about not picking up a girl.”
“Oh it’s that rare, is it?” she chided, half a smile on her lips. I laughed again.
“Not anymore,” I whispered softly.
Chapter Twelve
The next few weeks were by far the happiest of my life.
When I wasn’t working, I was at home with Belle. She had all but moved in. Apparently I was playing the part of an imaginary friend named Becca and we were working on a big end-of-year project together. I went out with the guys a few times, if only to avoid suspicion. Being a workaholic actually played in my advantage, because I could turn down hanging out with the guys by claiming I had to work. It wasn’t that unusual; it had happened plenty of times in the past.
Things with Belle were going great. She really understood me—more than anyone had in the past. Most of the time we just lazed around the house, talking and getting to know one another. It was strange, because getting to know a woman on such an intimate level was not something I had a lot of experience with. I was actually surprised at how naturally it seemed to come to me. It was as though all those years of sleeping around and avoiding intimacy hadn’t damaged my ability to have a normal relationship as much as I’d thought it might.
With Belle, I actually wanted more. No other woman had invoked such feelings inside me. She aroused me, she amazed me, and every day she surprised me with her strength and maturity. I lost count of the number of times I forgot she was only seventeen. Her eighteenth birthday was this week, but in my mind she already was eighteen. How much difference does a week or a month really make? She goes from being seventeen to eighteen overnight and boom, suddenly our relationship is less creepy? Because of one day?
Our age difference did make me nervous. It was more how other people would react to our age difference and our relationship. We had kept things quiet to this point because we didn’t know where things were going, if anywhere. Though I tried not to think about it, I knew eventually people were going to find out, and that scared the shit out of me.
The opinion I most cared about was Luke’s, and I knew it was not going to be good. He knew me too well to just sit back and accept that I was in a relationship with his wife’s younger sister, no matter how genuine I claimed my intentions to be. In twelve years, I’d given him nothing to believe that I was capable of a serious relationship. Hell, I’d given myself nothing to suggest I could handle it. The more I got to know this girl, the more it worried me that I might not be able to give her what she needed. But the longer this went on, the harder it would be to give her up.
Chapter Thirteen
Tonight, Saturday, was a special night. Belle had turned eighteen yesterday, and because I couldn’t spend it with her and her family, I was planning on making tonight the most memorable night of her life.
Up until now our relationship had been kept behind closed doors. The risk of going out was too high, between the chances of running into someone we knew or the paparazzi plastering a picture of us all over the back pages, staying in had been the safer, smarter option.
I picked Belle up at work at four. She put the overnight bag I’d asked her to pack in the back and climbed into the car. Her eyes were wide with excitement. She had no idea where we were heading, but she knew me well enough to be expecting something special.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“Do you really think I’m going to answer that?” I chuckled, pulling back out onto the road. Belle rolled her eyes and slapped me on the leg.
“How about a game then? Let me earn the chance to get clues,” she grinned. My hands gripped the wheel tightly. This sounded intriguing. I needed more information.
“I’m listening,” I said slowly.
“Okay, so here are the rules. I will give you a proposition, and if you accept, you give me a clue, okay?” she asked. It sounded simple enough.
“Okay,” I said, raising my eyebrows. This weekend might turn out to be better than I thought. “Go on, what’s your first proposition?”
“Give me a minute. Let me think,” she laughed. “Okay. Something that’s been on my to-do list for a while. Sex outdoors. Somewhere secluded, just you and me getting back to nature.” She grinned cheekily at me as my eyebrows shot up.
I snorted. “You’ve been thinking about that for how long? You’re barely eighteen,” I teased.
“Yes, I’m aware of that. What can I say? I have needs,” she shrugged. “So, is that a no?”
I laughed. “Belle, that is one hell of a yes,” I smirked. Now for a clue. “Okay, open fire. Log cabin,” I said, smiling at her out of the corner of my eye.
“That doesn’t tell me where we’re going,” she argued indignantly.
“It gives you a hint of what to expect though.” I retorted.
She nodded, as if she accepted that. “Okay. My next proposition is you, sitting in front of said open fire, naked, with me between your legs, giving you the best blow job you’ve ever had.” She said it with such ease, as though it were the most natural thing in the world. I flashed her a look as the blood rushed from my head down to…Well, my other head. She glanced at the obvious erection I was harboring in my pants and began to laugh.
“I’ll take that as a yes, shall I?” she said dryly. I nodded, swallowing hard. And here I was thinking it wasn’t possible for me to be looking forward to this weekend anymore.
“Fuck it, I’m taking you to Buttermere, on the Lakes. I found the most beautiful log cottage by the water. I wanted to do something special for your birthday.” I said, surrendering. If she kept up with these propositions I’d end up crashing the car.
“That sounds amazing,” she breathed. “I can’t wait. Nobody has ever taken me away before. Apart from family holidays.” She smiled to herself as she looked out the window, taking in the scenery as we moved through the hills. I reached over and placed my hand on her leg.
I didn’t want to admit it to her, but this was the first time, ever, that I’d taken someone away. This girl had me experiencing so many firsts that I never thought I’d do.
***
Belle was asleep when we reached the cottage. It was dark, but the lake sparkled as the light from the surrounding streetlights shined across it. I nudged Belle. She opened her eyes, a smile spreading across her face.
“Wow, it’s beautiful,” she breathed.
“Let’s go inside,” I smiled. I grabbed our bags and followed Belle up the dirt path to the front door. I unlocked it and stepped inside. The fire was already lit, as per my request, so the room was cozy and warm. In front of the fire lay a thick rug, on top of which was an oversized sofa.
“Jack, it’s stunning,” Belle grinned, turning to kiss me. I chuckled at her enthusiasm. Seeing her happy made me happy. I took her hand and led her into the bedroom. The king sized four poster bed was definitely the feature of the room, with its rich burgundy comforter and a stack of pillows in various sizes. At the foot of the bed sat a small box of chocolates delicately wrapped with ribbon.
“Champagne, my dear?” I asked, holding up the bottle that lay in a bucket of ice on the bedside table. Next to it sat a huge platter of chocolate dipped strawberries.
Belle laughed. “Well, I am eighteen now, so legally I can drink,” she walked over to me, slipping her jacket off. I put the bottle down and
turned to face her. “You’re not going to pour me a drink?” she asked, tilting her head. I was already ripping her dress off her, my hands creeping around her back as my mouth pressed against her lips.
“So, there was talk of you giving me the best blow job ever?” I mumbled in her ear. She laughed and grabbed my hand, leading me out to the fire. “What are you doing?” I asked, amused and obviously very aroused. Still wearing her heels, and she stood in front of me in her underwear, the fire casting a shadow over her face. She smiled, her hand reaching up to caress my cheek.
“I’m doing what I promised you I was going to do.” She slid her hands underneath my top, gripping hold of the material and lifting it over my head. Her hands moved down to my belt. She unbuckled it, slipping it out of the loops and letting it fall to the floor. I watched her, my heart racing with desire and my cock as hard as fuck.
Slowly, she got down on her knees. She shuffled my jeans down and then pushed me onto the sofa. I chuckled, shocked by her ability to be dominant and extremely turned-on.
As her lips closed over the head of my cock I almost came. This woman was incredible, all she had to do was look at me and I was hard. So right now, with her mouth fucking my cock, it took every ounce of resolve in me not to spray the back of her throat immediately.
I breathed out, desperate to make this last for as long as I could handle it. I glanced down at her positioned between my legs. God, watching her as she took the whole length of me in her mouth without breaking contract with my eyes.
“Fuck,” I groaned, my fist balling in her hair. “Faster. God, yes Belle.” I grabbed her head, as her mouth moved faster back and forth on my dick. “I’m goon come,” I gasped as my body began to tense. “Yeah,” I breathed as I came. She swallowed, her tongue curling itself around my dick as if she were hungrily sucking the last of my jizz.
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