FOURTEEN
Luke
I’m sure not ready to leave when we pull up in her driveway on Bambara Street. So I’m glad when I follow her to the door and she invites me in. I’m not expecting anything except the chance to spend a little more time with her, but the second the door shuts behind us, she drops the towels to the floor and then she’s standing in front of me in nothing but damp, translucent panties and a thin bra.
I lick my lips and I’m pretty sure a small pathetic noise of need escapes me before she lifts on her toes to wrap her arms around my neck and claim the proper kiss I’ve been dying to give her .
My mind goes a little blank. One moment we’re by the front door and I have her up against the wall, kissing her hungrily, grinding through my jeans on those thin wet panties; the next I’m setting her down in the doorway to the master bedroom. Mia reaches behind her to unfasten the strap of her bra. My mouth goes dry. Somehow, I remember to breathe while she lets it drop to the floor and exposes her small, perfect breasts. Then she stops. Her gaze flicks up to mine while her thumbs hook under the waistband of her panties. “You’re just going to watch?”
I laugh. “Well I’m sure as hell not looking away. I might miss it.”
She blushes. “Ah, I’m not sure it’s anything to write home about. I mean I haven’t been watching my weight lately...” She glances down at herself.
I growl and step forward, sliding my hands back around her slim waist, feeling every curve deliberately. “Mia, I could spend hours just mapping out the curve of your waist or the size of each nipple. I could write a novel about the perfect shape of each breast. Well if I could write I would. I probably shouldn’t say this, in case it puts you off, but I’ve spent too many hours picturing you naked, trying to remember how good you looked. And let me tell you, I did a terrible job. You’re more gorgeous than any of my dreams or memories.”
She smiles shyly. “Well, when you put it like that.” She slips off the underwear slowly while I watch and the little smile grows when she takes in my reaction.
My cock bulges even harder against the seam of my jeans and I can’t take my eyes from the sight in front of me .
“Is this what you’ve been dreaming of?” she asks with growing confidence.
I curse under my breath. My gaze drops to the tiny patch of hair on her mound instinctively. “No.” I lift her and toss her onto the bed. “It was more like this.” Nudging a knee between her thighs, I sink over her, and her body moulds to mine in all the places we meet. “God, just like this.”
I still have the jeans on. That’s probably a good thing; or I wouldn’t have the willpower to keep from sinking straight into her, pushing myself inside her tight wet heat.
Instead, I kiss her tenderly and cup the back of her neck, giving her all the passion in my kiss I’d like to lavish on her every day. She opens for me, pulling me into her, moaning as we kiss over and over.
Then she reaches for my fly.
With a groan, I stop her.
“Oh, don’t worry, I got condoms.” She giggles.
I pull back, looking down at her. “I did, too.” I feel a little silly about that now, seeing as I have no intention of using them. It’s too soon. I wanted her to know I’ll take care of everything, though. “Only...” How do I say this?
She frowns. “You don’t want to?”
I sigh. “Mia, I want you. But what I said the other day is still true. I won’t want to be just the rebound guy.”
She chews her lip. “Luke, I’m not sure I can commit—”
Placing my fingers across her mouth, I shake my head. “You don’t have to be. Not yet. You need time. You’re still not over him. ”
“I’m sorry,” she says around my fingers. “It’s not him. Not really. It’s just, how does it look? I haven’t even told my parents I broke up with Oliver yet. But I want this. I want you.”
I don’t want her to apologise to me. I don’t want her apologising to anyone for feeling how she feels. “Listen, I don’t want to be just the rebound guy, but I will be your rebound guy. On one condition.”
“What’s that?”
“That offer only goes so far. I’ll touch you, kiss you, make you cum. I’ll make you cum as many times as you need, as often as you need, but we don’t fuck and you don’t touch me until you’re sure. Until you’re ready for me to call you mine. Got me?” Have I played my hand too quickly? Have I misread the situation? My chest is tight as I look down at her for a beat longer.
Her eyes widen. “Nothing?” Her eyes flick down to where our bodies meet. Where the large bulge in my jeans presses against her pussy. “Aren’t you going to cum at all?”
I bark a short, pained laugh. “Oh, I’ll cum. You want to know how many times I came already today, stroking my cock to the thought of your wet little pussy?”
She sucks in a breath and it’s not lost on me what my crude words do to her.
I keep going. “I rubbed my cock for you three times this morning thinking about how sweet it’s going to feel when you cum around him, leaving him slick with your cream.”
Mia’s breathing is ragged. She licks her lips. “Let me see?”
“Mia...” I breathe her name as a warning, but she keeps going.
“Let me see, please. I just want to see you. I won’t touch. ”
God, the way her gaze roves across what she can see of my body is fucking everything. Hesitantly, I sit back and pull off my shirt.
Mia grins and openly admires me and my belly tightens as if she is touching me. Can I do this and not have her? I don’t know, but her need for me can’t go unanswered. Ever.
Slowly, I unbutton my fly.
This is agony to be so close and know I still have to hold back. And Mia eats me up with her eyes as I step back and slide out of the jeans.
When I glance down, there’s already a damp patch where the tip of my swollen cock pressed against the fabric. It’s clear Mia has noticed, too. She watches me with rigid fascination when I step toward her, grasping my shaft in my hand, sucking in a breath when it feels so good.
She swallows. “Let me see you cum for me.”
Oh, holy fuck. How am I supposed to resist that?
I stroke slowly over the tip and down to the base, resisting the urge to go faster. “You want to see me cum, Mia?”
She nods and gathers her bottom lip between her teeth, sending a surge of pleasure through me.
“You know what will make me cum harder than anything?”
Her breath is uneven. She shakes her head. “What?”
“If you’re cumming, too.” I fist my shaft and rub a little harder, grazing the head with my knuckle. “God, I love your face when you cum.”
She blushes. “Really?”
“So fucking sexy.”
Mia runs a hand down her body and I nearly spill when her fingers dip into her wet folds. Fuck, she’s so wet I can hear her when she slides them slowly back and forth, teasing her clit. Then she spreads her legs wider, giving me a good look.
“God, you’re beautiful.”
“So we’re doing this, then?” Her movements speed up. She makes a little moan and pleasure catches in my core as I imagine how good she’s feeling right now.
“We’re doing this.” I gesture between us. “But we’re not doing anything more. Not tonight.”
She nods. “I can handle that. If you can.” She moans again as she makes swift movements over her clit.
Bloody hell. I might not last very long if she keeps that up.
I stroke myself up and down, matching Mia’s rhythm as she rubs her clit. I can’t help imagining my thumb over her little nub and my cock buried deep inside her when she gasps and her body spasms. “That’s it, baby. Rub it for me. I’m going to make you feel so good any time you ask me, yeah?”
She nods. “Yeah. You do. Oh God, you do. You make me feel amazing.”
Her rising pleasure and her praise send my pleasure up another notch until my cock is beading with pre-cum and my hand is moving faster. I groan. “Fuck, I love watching you, Mia. You’re going to make me cum so hard.”
“Mmm, I want that. I want to make you feel good, too.” Her hand moves in a blur over her pussy and the wet erotic noises she’s making drive me crazy. I want to bury my face in her and have her paint me with her juices until I shift. I want to cover every one of my tentacles in her scent.
I’m doing everything I can to hold back my orgasm, so I can cum with her, but it’s not easy with the things running through my head.
Mia presses her eyes closed and her mouth parts on a little sigh. Her pussy is flushed and juicy, and her chest rises and falls with rapid breaths.
“That’s it, gorgeous. Do it for me.”
“Yes.” She moans. The sound travels through my balls and into my core.
“Cum for me, Mia. Come on, I need it.”
“I’m so close!” Her tone is desperate. I can’t believe I’ve lasted this long under these conditions. But if there’s one thing I know, this girl is it for me. My cock, my cum... Every part of me belongs to her. So, I will hold back.
I grit my teeth and force myself to slow the stroking of my cock.
“You’re doing so well, girl. So well. I won’t cum until you do.”
“Oh, I want that. I want you to cum.”
I groan. “Babe, I’m trying to hold back here. Don’t you know I’d do anything for you?”
Reaching down with her other hand, she slips two fingers into her soaking pussy. She shudders. Then she holds her breath and squeezes her eyes shut tight and I know she’s there.
“That’s it, baby. That’s right. Imagine my mouth on that sweet pussy. Imagine me sinking into you.”
She lets out a long, keening cry and I’m done for. My cock spurts, spilling all over the sheet. All over Mia’s leg where she’s laying in front of me. Pleasure tightens all my muscles and I let loose the biggest load I’ve ever blown, despite how many times I came earlier in the day .
I half expect her to complain about the mess I made, but when she opens her eyes, she just smiles. She looks up at me with flushed cheeks and it about melts my heart.
Then she reaches down and gathers my cum on her fingers and rubs it into her skin.
Another surge of pleasure draws my balls tight and another dribble runs over my knuckles. Bloody hell, how was that so damn good?
I wipe the cum away before the moisture makes me shift, finding a towel to help clean Mia. She flops back against the pillows with a giggle and a long sigh. “Oh, that was good. I can’t believe it was that good, and you didn’t even touch me.”
“Tell me about it. Just imagine what it’s going to be like when you’re mine.”
I wince at the slip. We haven’t exactly talked about the whole fated mates thing yet, but she just moans and presses her legs together around the hand still touching her pussy. “Believe me. I am imagining, and it’s pretty incredible.”
I sit on the side of the bed because my legs won’t hold me up. I’d be better off with my tentacles if I’d been able to shift. God, I think she might have drained some of the life from me with how hard and how often I’ve cum for her over the last few days. All without a touch from her hand or mouth, and without ever once getting inside her sweet pussy.
“So, have I redeemed myself yet?”
She frowns. “What do you mean?”
“I mean have I shown you I’ve learned a thing or two since that night on the beach ten years ago? ”
Her eyes widen and her mouth drops open. “Oh! Well, I mean you’re amazing. I’ve never cum like this with anyone else.”
My fucking heart just about explodes in my chest and I grin.
But she’s not done. “There was nothing to redeem, though. You don’t know how many times I thought about that night afterwards. You were amazing then, too.”
“I was?” I stare, trying to take in what she’s saying. Here I was thinking my teenage fumbling probably did nothing for her; now she’s telling me it was good. “Then you really liked it?”
She laughs. “Well back then I had nothing to compare it to. You were my first. But since then, well... Nobody else ever quite lived up to you.”
My whole world implodes and expands back out again like a demolition and rebuild all in one. I was her first! I can’t even fucking compute.
“Mia...” I get lost trying to work out what else to say.
She rolls to her side and grins up at me. “Luke, do not-just-the-rebound guys sleep over? Because I’d really like a cuddle.”
Fuck my life!
What can I do but pull back the sheet and get in behind her? She snuggles back against me and, while I’m too tired to be in agony now, I know without a doubt I’m going to wake up in torment. It’s not good for my skin to go so long with being wet, but that’s not my biggest worry. My biggest worry is getting through a whole night with that perfect ass pressed against my groin the way it is. It’s going to be almost impossible to actually sleep.
I know it and I do not care.
There’s no place I’d rather be than right here right now.