24. Luke
CHAPTER 24
Luke
She’s acting weird. Maybe it’s all in my head, but I thought the first half of our date went pretty great, but at some point Gigi just lost interest, only speaking when I asked her questions and using the cats as an excuse to ignore me. And now we’re here, back in the car, and I know for a fact the reason she’s turning the volume up is not because she wants to listen to whatever crap is playing on the radio.
“Did I do something to piss you off?” I ask once we reach a red light.
Playing with the flap of her sling bag, she looks at ongoing traffic for a second before looking at me, her gray eyes almost silver from the taillight shining in front of us. “So I stole Andrew from you, huh?” she finally says.
Oh. Oh . “We both know that’s not true.”
“But it is, right? That’s why you’re always pissed at me.”
“What are you talking about?” I scoff, stealing one last glance at her before driving straight ahead. “I am not pissed at you.”
“But you were,” she argues.
“Yes, I was. But I’m not anymore.”
“What changed? Except for the fucking.” God, this girl is so bold.
“I think I was just mad at the world, Gi.”
“Why?”
Because I feel guilty for what happened to my family. Because I was the reason my father lost his wife. Because I sometimes got jealous of Andrew for being the golden Palmer son. “Maybe another day, okay?” I say in a soft tone when I catch her pouting. Without realizing what I’m doing, I pull her hand, intertwining her delicate fingers with mine.
“What are you doing, Luke?” she asks, unsure.
“Did you have fun tonight?” I ask, ignoring her question.
“I did. The cats were really cute. You did good.” Gigi smiles, and I gradually feel the tension in the car disappear. “Thank you.”
“Do you want to hang at my place?” When she cocks her eyebrow, I chuckle a bit. “I think Kai is in your dorm right now. We can watch a movie and wait them out. I’ll drive you back.”
Three hours in and Kai still hasn’t replied to any of my texts, asking when they’d finish fucking. Gigi locks her phone and throws it on the bed. “Zoey said it’s going to take a while. They’re not doing the dirty, by the way. They’re fighting.”
I guess that’s our cue to continue with The Ring . “I just need to take a piss. You can watch without me.”
When I come back, Gigi is lying on her side wrapped in my blanket. Her eyes keep fluttering as she fights to stay awake, only half paying attention to the movie playing on the mounted TV in front of the bed. I take my previous spot next to her beside the wall. My hand itches to play with the strands of her inky, black hair, to feel the sleek texture with the pad of my thumb.
“People in horror movies are so dumb,” she says, breaking me out of my daze.
“You think so?”
“Yep. Why on Earth would you walk into a dark room or follow the sound of a voice, knowing full well that there is a ghost haunting you?” Gigi turns around to face me, and like the hopeless loser that I am, I slump down so that our heads are at the same level. “I’d probably do the same, though. I’d probably just surrender if a ghost were to haunt me. Dying is better than having that creepy girl chase me around.”
We’re so close now that I feel her pinky on the side of my thigh. Inside, I’m panicking like some high school kid who has a girl over for the first time. This awfully feels like a date a fifteen-year-old would have.
“Luke?”
“What?”
“What are you doing?”
I look down and finally see what she’s staring at: my arm around her stomach. I don’t remember doing that. When did that happen? Instead of pulling it away, I pull her closer to me so that we’re spooning. Her ass wriggles around and I close my eyes, hoping she doesn’t feel the boner that’s growing in my jeans.
We watch the movie in silence until Gigi finally speaks. “Luke.” My name comes out in a sigh.
“Yeah?”
“What are we doing?” She doesn’t sound like she’s about to ask me to take her home. She doesn’t sound angry. She sounds confused, and honestly, I can relate. Big time .
“I don’t know.” No manual. No guidebook. “All I know is I really want to kiss you right now.”
“Then do it,” she whispers.
I caress her cheek with my thumb as I stare into her sleepy eyes. The fact that Naomi Watts is being chased by a girl that comes out of a TV doesn’t distract me from appreciating the fact that Gigi is looking at me like she’d rather be here than anywhere else right now. She’s so fucking gorgeous.
When I catch her lower lip with my mouth, she closes her eyes and kisses me back. Her hands roam over my shirt, taking in my back, before moving to my arm and then down to my abs. She whimpers as one of mine goes under her sweater, grazing her nipple under her bra.
I overheard her telling Zoey once that she’s insecure about her tiny breasts. “I love your tits,” I say, pulling my lips away from her, before unhooking the strap on her back. Lowering my head down, I suckle on her hardened peaks, my tongue circling the brown part of the skin.
Gigi squirms around as she runs her hand through my locks. “I love that you grew out your hair.”
“Yeah?” I ask with a smile as I unbutton her jeans. “I’ll keep that in mind.” Is she asking because Andrew used to keep his hair like this?
Trailing kisses down her stomach, I’m about to take her panties off when she stops me in my tracks. “Just fuck me, Luke. Please.”
“Why don’t you want to get licked out?” I ask, almost not believing this. There’s a first time for everything, but not this. There should never be a first time for this.
The skin of her pale face turns a shade of pink. “I…I’m embarrassed.” Who would have known? The great Giuliana Bankowski is human, after all.
“Of how you taste?”
“No, no.” She shakes her head. “I, uh, I can’t come…when someone fingers me. Also when, uh…I get eaten out. You’re putting in effort for nothing, so spare yourself the work.”
I stop my laughter when I realize she’s dead serious. What the actual fuck? “Will you let me try?” I ask with a smile. She nods, but when I start peppering kisses on her shaved part, she leans on her elbow as if she’s getting ready to tell me to stop wasting my time again. “Just relax, Gi. Lie back down and try to enjoy, okay?”
I slide a finger inside her pink opening, feeling her wetness covering my skin. Drawing lazy circles on her clit, I kiss each of her parted knees. “Close your eyes,” I tell her gently. “I’ll take care of you, I promise.” Something that I should have done when I fucked her for the first time.
I lean on my free arm as my finger works on her and my eyes watch how she reacts. Gigi obeys me. Her eyes are closed, but by the way her eyebrows are scrunched together, I can tell she’s holding back. With my finger still on her, I lie on my side next to her and caress her hair. “You’ve never had an orgasm in your life, have you?” The puzzle pieces finally click in place.
“Is it really that obvious?” she asks, finally letting her guard down.
“Even with Andrew?”
“No,” she finally breathes the truth into the room.
“I’m going to eat you out and you’re going to relax. Don’t think too much with that brain of yours. Just ride it out, can you do that?”
“Okay, yeah.” She flashes me a small smile. “I can try.”
My tongue moves in slow, deliberate motions. I am completely sober this time around and I have all night to make her come. She’s not walking out of this room without an orgasm. After a few minutes, she’s scooting up. It seems like her brain is finally catching up to her. I gently pull her hips back to me, locking them in as I take more wetness from inside of her and drag it up to her clit. Gigi moans when I do that. She does it again when I start sucking on her swollen bud. When her back arches and she’s about to lean on her elbow again, I replace my mouth with my finger to do the work.
“Don’t fight it.”
She closes her eyes again and I decide to try something different. With two of my fingers still playing with her clit, I hover over her and catch one of her nipples in my mouth. She loved it before, maybe this will do it for her. My dick is painfully strained behind the zipper of my jeans when Gigi starts whimpering. I’m about to give Gigi her first orgasm . I keep going when she starts cursing. I don’t stop when she starts trembling beneath me. I smile when her body finally goes limp.
“Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?” I smile before giving her a short kiss on the lips.
“No.” She laughs. “No, it wasn’t.”
Fucking her after that is also a different affair than it was the first time around. Unlike last time, I take my time with her. Sliding in and out of her slowly in missionary as I take a good look at the girl trapped under my body. Gigi holds my face with both of her hands, not shying away from me watching her. When I feel the warm sensation slowly spreading from my lower back, I pick up the pace. Gigi hooks her legs around my waist as I push into her, taking each thrust with our lips locked together.
“Fuck, Gi. Fuck,” I say through heavy breaths when my climax comes, burying my head in the crook of her neck. “You’re on the shot, right?” I ask, realizing that we didn’t use a condom. Again .
Relief washes over me when she whispers a yes before kissing my cheek, her lips covered in beads of sweat.
My dick is still semi-hard when I roll over, giving her enough room to be the little spoon again. I’m about to remind her to go pee when she takes my hand in hers, pulls me close, and calls out my name softly. “Luke.”
“Hm?”
“If we’re going to do this again, I need you to do something for me.” Have sex without a condom? Have sex in general? Where is she going with this?
“Name your price.” I’ll happily sell my kidney on the black market at this point.
“I need you to open up to me. I can’t do this if you don’t let me in.” Gigi pauses for a second before continuing. “Be intimate, I mean.”
Kissing the crown of her head, I hold her tighter. “I’ll let you in.”