Chapter 19
19
Lukas
“D id you get enough to eat, babe?”
She nods, patting her stomach, which is still flat after taking down a whole pizza.
“I don’t know how you stay so thin. You eat as much as me.”
“Cheerleading,” she says, and then the corners of her lips turn down. “I mean, it used to be cheer. I guess I should start going to the gym so I don’t gain the freshman fifteen.” Even if she gained fifteen pounds, I still don’t think anyone would notice.
“Do you miss it? When you’re at the games? Do you regret your decision?” It used to be her life. Every day she’d be making up new routines. Every weekend going to competitions. Ever since she was little, she wanted to be a professional cheerleader, so I don’t understand how she could suddenly give it all up. I’ve never thought twice about football, and she was even more passionate than me.
Her eyes turn down, her fingers playing with the bottom of her shirt. I think she regrets her decision, but she doesn’t want to admit it.
“I can’t watch the cheerleaders,” she admits, her voice so thick with sadness. “I wanted it so much.”
I reach out, tipping her chin up, needing to see her eyes. They’re filled with tears. “Then why did you let it go, babe? I saw you out there. You were the best one. There was no way you weren’t going to make the team. Even Stacey told me you were a shoo-in on the squad.”
Her shoulders stiffen at the mention of Stacey’s name, and I feel like that girl is somehow the cause of why Torrin walked out on her tryouts.
“Did Stacey say something to you?” The girl was a bitch to her the first day, cutting Torre down left and right, when my sister was doing everything with perfection. That’s why I stepped in. To get her jealous ass off Torrin’s back. Because that’s what it was. Torrin was better than Stacey, and that girl didn’t want to be outshined.
“I saw you two,” she says. “The night before tryouts. You guys were…um…keeping me awake.” Shit. I should’ve known better . “I came to ask you to keep it down so I could get my rest for the big day, but your door was open.”
Fuck me. That’s even worse. That means she saw us. Her eyes drop back down to her lap, and the embarrassment is burning hot in her cheeks. I’m the one who should be embarrassed. I used Stacey to work my stress off, and as I recall, I was a bit wild. And she was definitely loud, begging for more. Fuck.
“All these feelings stormed in,” her quiet voice shakes. “And it was all so confusing. I was so jealous of her, and disgusted with myself for wishing it was me you were doing it to.”
Oh fuck. My heart starts pounding hard in my ears. My lungs struggling to draw in air.
“The next day, I couldn’t do it. I was such a mess. I was fumbling all over the place during our practice. All I could think about was how sick I was. The images of what you were doing to her kept playing in my mind, and I was so hot and flustered. Aching so much for you. So, I ran. I had to get out of there.”
Goddammit. Me and my stupid plan. I ruined it for her. I stole her dream away. “This is all my fault, babe. The only reason I was even with her was because of you. I saw how she was treating you at that first practice and I was worried she’d put a target on your back, making sure you didn’t make the team, so I made a move on her, hoping it would get her off your back. I knew she had a crush on me.” She’d been more than obvious about it since freshman year. I never cared for her personality, and to be honest, I wasn’t all that attracted to her. But duty called, so I did what was needed. But now I know I just fucked everything up.
“I’m so sorry, Torre. Shit, I was only trying to help. God, I feel like such a bastard. I fucked everything up for you.”
She looks up, shaking her head, scooting into my lap. “No, Luke. You didn’t. There was no way I could cheer on the same team as her. She was such a bitch. A lot of them were. It’s actually a relief to know you weren’t interested in her. I was so jealous.”
I grip her waist, pulling her closer. “You definitely don’t have to be jealous, babe. She never held a candle to you. And ever since this summer, it’s only been you who I wanted.”
Her brow creases like she’s having a hard time computing that. “But I saw you with all the girls.”
“Like I said, you can’t always believe what you see online. I haven’t slept with anyone. I couldn’t get it up for them.”
She looks down, rolling her hips over my lap. “Feels like you can get it up now.”
I can definitely get it up for her. The thing doesn’t want to go down. All day I’ve been stiff, waiting for tonight, my dick drooling at every thought of what I want to do to her.
“He seems to have formed a very singular preference.” I lean forward, brushing across her lips. “You’re the only one I want, Torre.”
“That’s good.” She teases her tongue into my mouth. “Because I don’t share.”
I grip her hair and pull her tight, deepening the kiss, feasting on her little moans. She has the softest lips and hungriest little tongue. Teeth that like to nip and tease. A trifecta of perfection.
“It’s my turn, Luke.” She pulls back, starting to slip away from me as she slides down to the ground, kneeling between my legs. “It’s time for you to give me a feeding.”
Shit. Where did my sweet girl learn to talk like that? She works to get my pants down and I lift my hips for her. My dick springs right up, nearly poking her in the chin. Her eyes go round, which is a reaction I’m used to. I’m true to size. Proportionally made to fit my six-and-a-half-foot frame.
“My dreams did not do you justice.” She licks her lips, shaking her head slowly.
“What happened in those dreams?”
The longer she stares, the more cum starts dribbling from the top. It’s so fucking hot knowing that she was waking up in heat for me. I bet she clicked her little button to the thoughts.
“I dreamt a lot of things.” She lowers her head and swipes her tongue across my slit, cleaning up my mess. A near growl rips through the room. Thank goodness no one’s here because I can’t control it. Seeing her on her knees is reminding me of my dreams.
“One of my favorites.” She wraps her lips around my tip, giving it a solid suck before she pops off. “Was when you gripped my head and yanked me down between your legs.” Oh fuck. With her talking like that, I’m never going to last. “You forced me to open up.” She slides her tongue down my shaft, looking at me from under her heavy lids. “And then you fucked my throat.”
I grip her hair, done with her teasing. “You’re a naughty girl, Torre. Now open wide because I’m going to feed you every drop.”
She opens so perfectly, sliding right down, taking me to the back of her throat. Her hand grips my base, and she starts working me over. Up and down. Sucking me deeper as her throat relaxes. She’s making such a concerted effort to take all of me. And it feels too fucking good. I’m not going to last.
“Fuck, Torre,” I groan, barely holding on. “That mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble. It’s about to be washed out.”
“Honey! We’re home!”
The sound of Travis’s voice has me jolting in shock. My dick jerking down Torre’s throat. The feeling is so good I nearly come on the spot, but the panic sets in. I pull out of her mouth, working to get my pants fixed. If Sophie and Travis walk in and catch us, my friendship with Travis will be over. His respect for me will be lost.
Torre quickly stands, rushing into the kitchen, and I fix my shit. Good news is my dick is deflating fast. That was too fucking close. From now on, we’re going to have to be more careful. Make sure we’re locked behind closed doors.