by Tiya Rayne
“Take off the panties.”
Again his words are said in that deep demanding voice that makes me obey immediately. I place my finger in the waistband of my undies and pull them down. The seat of my panties are so soaked they stick to my pussy lips for a second, lagging behind the rest of the material. Luke growls when I bend over to step out of the material showing off my pink center from behind.
“On the bed.” Another demand that I follow.
I walk to the bed lying sideways across the white sheets, my back hitting the warm blankets. I watch Luke as he stares at my body. His beautiful eyes drinking me in from the doorway. He still hasn’t entered the room. His shoulder leans against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his bare chest. He has only a few tattoos, a large roaring lion wearing a crown that covers most of his shoulder, bicep, and right pectoral. Down his ribcage are the words Determination, Dedication, Discipline, and Desire, with his Football number written up under it. Over his heart is a simple tattoo. It stands out against all the other heavy artwork. It’s just the simple word, forever written in cursive. I drop my eyes lower to his checkered pajama bottoms sitting low on his waist and the tented erection buried inside. I just want him to touch me. He seems so far away right now.
“Luke, touch me, please.” I could hear the pleading in my own voice. I needed this moment. I didn’t care if this was all we would have, I needed Luke right now.
I needed him just as bad as I did that night in the park or any of the other nights.
“I will, Baby. I got plans to touch you all night, Zora.” He pushes away from the wall finally walking towards me. “But, I know you. Something brought you here. Something chased you to my doorstep, Darlin’. What happened?”
I shake my head not wanting to relive my day. I sit up in the middle of the bed. “Nothing.”
“Don’t lie to me. Something happened. I don’t want you coming to my bed because you’re angry with him. You’ll only regret us in the morning, and I can’t …… I can’t handle that. Is this about him?”
I knew he meant my fake boyfriend. “No! I just had a bad day today. A lot of old things came back up.”
I can feel the tears starting to build up. I look down at my body, feeling a little too vulnerable. I wrap my arm around my chest and close my knees.
I didn’t notice when Luke moved to the bed. Suddenly his large rough hands lands on my knees pushing them apart.
“Don’t close up on me.” he whispers the words softly and my legs fall back apart.
“I need you, Luke. I know I don’t have a right to ask for this, but I need you to make me forget.”
He growls low in his throat. I’ve said those words to him only once before. He knows exactly what demons are chasing me.
“You’re mine tonight, Zora. We leave all the other shit at the door. When I crawl between those gorgeous fucking thighs it will only be me and you. Do you understand?”
“Yes! We only have tonight.”
“I know this doesn’t change anything between us, but we will deal with tomorrow when it comes.”
I nod my head understanding him completely. At the end of the night, Luke is still engaged and I am still Peyton’s mom. That can’t change, but we will face that tomorrow.
“Now, Baby, take from me whatever you need.”
That’s all I needed to hear. I push myself up onto my knees, crawling to the side of the bed where Luke is standing. I look up to his eyes as my hands slide up to his hips from his strong muscular thighs. I stick my hands between his skin and his boxer briefs all while keeping my eyes on Luke. I push his clothing down, boxer briefs and sleep pants at the same time, sliding them down to his knees and allowing them to fall the rest of the way by gravity. His monster size cock jumps and hits my chin. I smile up at Luke and he does the same down at me.
“Lie back, Zora.” He demands, but this time I disobey him.
I shake my head no, and gently wrap a fist around the thick shaft of his dick. He hisses between his teeth. God, the power I feel at being able to make this big strong man hiss. I stroke my hand up and down his dick one, two times. Luke’s eyes close and his head falls back. Without him looking, I lower my head and lick the tip of his cock like I would an ice cream.
“Fuuuuccckkk!” he moans.
I relish the salty tasty of him on my tongue. There is no way I’m fitting this entire thing in my mouth. Luke is above average in size, I will guess maybe 7 to 8 inches in length, but his width is unbelievable. He has the fattest cock. It’s like staring down at a huge eggplant. Like a pro, I open my mouth as wide as it can go and lower my head until my mouth is fully wrapped around it. My jaw is stretched and sore, but I’m not giving up. I’ll get an A for effort if nothing else. Up and down I move my head on his erection, I have saliva running down my chin and to his balls, but I don’t stop sucking. I pull him out of my mouth to come up for air and rest my aching jaw, then immediately go back. There is something about the slurping and choking sound of giving him head that has me so turned on, my juices are leaking onto the bed. Luke’s mouth is open, his hands are in my hair but he isn’t pushing my head down onto his dick. He seems to just be holding onto me for dear life. He hasn’t taken his eyes off me again since he looked back at me. He looks like he is enjoying it. His mouth is open, his eyes are hooded and his breathing is heavy. I make myself go down on him as far I can go, gagging myself and causing my eyes to water. Luke tugs on my hair and I immediately pull back popping him out of my mouth.
“What, did I do it wrong?” I ask immediately.
He doesn’t answer. Just pulls me up to him by his fist in my hair and then devours my mouth. His kiss is everything. When Luke and I kiss, it’s hard to believe my lips have any other purpose. They were designed to be connected to his.
He finally pulls back from our kiss, releasing my lips from his spell. Hazel eyes open to brown.
“I couldn’t take a second longer of having your lips wrapped around my cock. God, Baby that was heaven. I was going to explode, but I want your legs wrapped around me when I do. Lay down for me.”
This time I do what he says. Scooting back to the center of the bed I lie down. Luke kicks out of his pajama bottoms and heads to the nightstand beside the bed. He grabs a box of the same condoms he found in my brother’s room that first time. He tosses the black box onto the bed beside me.
I look at him and I know he can read the question on my face. He chuckles.
“I picked up a box the day after the fair.”
“Oh, so you were that sure I’d come back?”
He climbs on the bed on his hands and knees, his face right in front of mine.
“Like I told you, I know my girl.”
His lips connect to mine and his tongue sweeps into my mouth. Hungry is the best way to describe our kissing. I wanted to be able to taste him on my tongue for days after this kiss. My back hits the bed again and Luke’s weight on my body is the best thing I have felt in years. His left hand runs up the side of my ribcage to my heavy breast, where he squeezes the hardened nipple. I gasp and he swallows the sound into his mouth. My vacant channel clenches, grasping for the steel pole that’s wedged between his body and mine. His hips dip and then brush forward bringing the head of his cock to my sensitive clit. My hands tighten at his shoulders as I moan out at the beautiful sensation. Once again he rocks his hips into mine, this time the swollen head slipping into my sugary walls. I cry out at the sudden intrusion, breaking the kiss and throwing my head back.
“Fuck, Zora, you’re so wet, Baby.” He plants a kiss on my chin as his head falls to my shoulder. “I just, I want to feel you wrapped around me just once.” He let’s go of my breast to slide his hand under my thigh. He hikes my leg further up opening me to him even more. This time he pushes in, splitting me even further open. Damn, I forgot how big Luke was. With each thrust I slide further away from him. Running like a sprinter from his massive cock. It feels so good, but hurts so bad. Another push of his hips and I can feel a little more
of his girth slide into me.
“Luke!” I cry out again.
“I know, Zora! I’ve had dreams of how good your pussy was. I thought I was making it up. This shit is like…….” He grunts when he thrust into me once more and at this point half of my head is hanging off the bed.
I’m panting like a lunatic. In my head, I know that I can take him. I’ve done it before, but damn if I don’t feel like he’s making a new entrance.
Luke leans up from me and pulls me by the waist back onto the bed.
“You ok?” he asks.
Sweat has already started to dot his forehead.
I nod my head yes. With one hand on my hip and the other wrapped around his length he guides himself back into me.
“Uhhhhh” We both moan out when he reenters me slow. My walls contract around him, making room for his massive size. When I think he’s all the way in, when my body finally adjust to his size, he gives one final thrust that has me crying out to him. I hope he doesn’t have any neighbors in the room beside us, because they now know what we are doing.
Once Luke is inside me, he doesn’t stop. He moves his hips subtle at first, looking down at me from his knees. He’s doing that thing where he watches our joining bodies. He used to love to watch my dark brown skin swallow his tan.
“Beautiful!” he whispers.
His body lowers towards mine as he combines our lips again. Our tongues dance as he rocks into me slow and gentle. His heart beating in sync with mine. Releasing my swollen lips, his eyes stare down at me. Our bodies are melded together. His pace is slow, but deep. I feel the muscles in his back flex with each deep thrust of his hips. We don’t rush the moment. We savor the connection of him slipping slowly in and out of me, allowing our bodies to reacquaint themselves. For our souls to reconnect. Having Luke inside me was my nirvana. His hazel eyes never leave mine, not a word slips from our lips. Only the sound of my moans and his subtle grunts, along with the wet sound of him slipping inside of my wetness. I look into his eyes, and though we haven’t said those three words, the three words that have no place here, and the three words we weren’t foolish enough to utter. In his eyes I see them so plainly that a tear escapes my eyes and runs down to my ear. Luke dips his head and kisses the salty trail my tear left.
My body starts to shake with my impending orgasm. Luke must feel it too, he lifts up, planting both his hands by my head on the bed. He moves one hand down my chest to my stomach and between our sweat soaked body to my engorged clit. His fingers dance across the swollen nub, and it’s all I need. An orgasm hits me so hard that my body rises off the bed like I’m being exorcised. I hear Luke’s grunt, followed by a deep plunge into the depth of me that has me coming once again. The warmth of his release hits my walls. He continues to stroke in and out of me, even though he’s growing flaccid inside me. However, neither of us are in a rush to break the connection. Eventually, Luke pulls out of me, he lies on his side facing me and I turn towards him. No words are spoken, just the sound of our beating hearts, and ragged breaths. Luke grabs my hand and clutches it between us on the bed. That is how we fall asleep.
Chapter Fifteen
I fucked up. I fucked up so bad.
“Luke, are you listening to me?” Melissa’s voice asks for the third time.
I wasn’t listening, not this time or the other two times she asked me. All I can think about is lying between Zora’s legs. I had her two more times last night. Each time better than the last. I know which memories brought Zora to my doorstep last night. I just wish I knew what triggered them. I asked her again what happened, but she refused to tell me. If I find out that Tyrik said anything to her I will kill him this time. I promise. It’s only been a few hours since she left my room before the sun came up, and I can’t think of anything but Zora. Although I want to see her again—hell, I wanted to grab her when she climbed out of the bed and never let her go—but I know that it doesn’t work that way. She keeps reminding me that I have more to lose that she does, but I’m still letting her run this show. I’m leaving the ball in her court. I never want her to feel pressured, or God forbid, start to regret what happened last night. I don’t care what happens, I will never regret having Zora in my bed again. It was better than old times. She still got wetter for me than any other woman. Her pussy was smoldering hot and tight as hell. So tight, I wanted to question what the fuck has Calvin been doing.
“LUKE!!!” Melissa’s yell draws me out of my thoughts.
“Melissa, jeez! I’m sorry. What were you saying?”
She sighs. “Are you sure you’re ok? You seem really distracted.”
I lean forward in my seat placing my elbow on my thigh.
“Yeah, I’m good. I was just…..thinking about going to see my parents today.” It wasn’t a lie, I had thought about going to see them.
“Oh baby,” I hear the concern in her voice. Melissa knows my parents and I don’t have the best relationship. I’ve told her about my childhood. However, she doesn’t know the real reason my parents’ and my relationship ended.
After Zora and I broke up, it goes without saying I was heartbroken. I mopped around the house for weeks. I was used to my parents’ hateful comments and their disgust for my relationship with Zora. A month after Zora left was the last straw. I had just came in from riding around town. I’d hoped to find some clue where Zora could have disappeared to. My father was drunk, as usual. The moment I walked in he started on me. I don’t even remember what it was about. I remember he fussed and I barely replied to him and then he said the one thing that could have ever pulled me out of my funk.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if that bitch was found dead somewhere.” He laughed.
The moment the words left his mouth it was like the volume was turned back up. I had been walking around in a muted haze. I stormed to him, knocked the can of beer out of his hand, and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.
“What did you just say?” I heard my mother calling me, telling me to let my father go.
“You heard me. You know what, I hope that black bitch is dead. Would serve you right for destroying our family with that trash.”
I don’t think I had ever been that angry at my father before. I dropped him back on the couch, the only place he loved more than a bar.
“I will make you this promise, if she turns up dead, I will put a bullet between your worthless eyes.”
“You threatening me in my own home, boy?”
“Fuck this piece of shit trailer. This is no goddamn home.”
“Luke Ryan Trent, you apologize to your father. Now!” My mother shouted behind me.
I turned to her with disbelief all over my face.
“This slime ball cheats on you, hits you, drinks up his money every month and you would take his side over mine?”
My mother folded her arms over her chest and turned her nose up. “He ain’t perfect, but at least he ain’t no nigger lover.”
Her words were my undoing. That night, I grabbed my clothes and threw them in a trash bag. I called the head Coach at University of Eastern Carolina and told him that I needed somewhere to stay. He told me to come to him and he would see about getting me into a campus apartment in the morning. Before I left the house I told my parents they would never see me again.
I had all intentions of keeping that promise, especially after the mess they pulled when I went pro trying to weasel money out of me. My second year in the NFL, I got the call that my father was sick. At first, I told my sister that I hoped he died. I was done with the both of them. However, my conscious ate away at me, and I ended up writing a check for the procedure that he needed. They caught his disease early enough that treatment and rehab could extend his life. I still have not spoken to my parents since that night. My sister tells me they are doing better. Every time I’m home I contemplate going by to see them. I never do.
“Luke, you need to see your parents.” Melissa says. “I know they really hurt you as a child, but you can’t hold on to that pain forever
. You need to let it go. If not for them, at least for you. Besides, you’re going to be a father one day yourself. You don’t want this hanging over your head.”
Her words has me truly paying attention now.
“A father? Are you trying to tell me something?”
A few weeks ago the thought of having a baby with Melissa would have had me ecstatic. Today, I feel sick to my stomach. I love kids and would love my child no matter who their mother was, however, the thought of having a child with anyone but Zora is making me panic. What the hell is wrong with me?
Lissa giggles on the other end of the phone. “Oh God no! I told you, it will be a few years before I’m ready for a child. I want to get my career started, besides, I would also like to enjoy my husband without babies for a while.”
Melissa and I have talked about this before. And although I always agreed with her about waiting, I did want kids. Now, I’m glad we’ve waited. Not that I still don’t want to marry her, it’s just complicated right now.
“No, I hear you. I agree we should wait.”
“Good! Look, Luke, I have to go. I’ll talk to you later, just be on the lookout for that surprise.” She giggles as she disconnects the call.
What surprise?
I drop my phone at my side and lean back in my chair. My mind is going a million miles a minute. I’m restless and in need of Zora’s soft touches. I shake my head at how addicted I am to her all over again.
I decide to do the only thing that I know will help me focus on something other than the woman that isn’t my fiancée. I grab my keys and head to my truck.