Chapter 12 Love Letters
LOVE LETTERS
This time was different. I was in a flustered state before I even arrived. From the look in Randall’s eyes when he flung open the door before my feet had even made it on the driveway, he had exactly the same idea.
“Hi!” He said, a little too excited, as if he’d been waiting all day to say it.
“Hey, Randy,” I replied as coolly as I could, before I saw another set of big bulging eyes from behind him. “Oh, and how’s your day been, Jefferson?”
Jefferson looked at me, cocking his head as if he was trying to decipher what I’d just said. Then he huffed and wiggled out toward me to say hello.
“Well, I’ll be damned,” Randall said, scratching his head. “First new person he’s come to say hello to in forever. He usually just does his little Jefferson snort and struts off.”
“Maybe he thinks I’ve got treats on me.”
“Oh. You do, Lucy.” He said, coming closer.
My red dress had given me away instantly, and I blushed as he looked at me with eyes that didn’t hide his feelings.
“You look like a treat in that dress.”
I watched his eyes trace their way along the warm skin of my neckline, while my own caught the taut ripple of muscle in his bicep flex, and it sent a shiver of excitement through me.
The two of us stood for a moment, admiring each other, desiring each other, and the feeling that flowed between us was undeniable.
I looked at him, and Randy just blinked back.
“What’s wrong? Why aren’t you saying anything?”
“I’m listening.”
“Oh, good boy. You’re learning.”
“I’m trying. But if you did want to keep me in detention after class…”
I could hear my heart thumping in my chest as he came another step closer, his frame towering over me, delighted flutters vibrating inside me as his hands slid down my sides and rested neatly on my hips.
Looking up at his darkened eyes, Randy smiled down on me, practically licking his lips at having me in his clutches. He lowered his head, and my lips rose to meet his.
His breath was hot and excited on my cheek, and my body sighed back at him. Already, I was trembling with delight at the anticipation of him touching me, undressing me, taking me to another beautiful state of being.
He gripped my hips and turned me to face away from him.
His thick, commanding fingers slid up my bare thigh and then disappeared under my dress.
Soft, warm, and tantalizing on my skin. Pleasure receptors sparked in my brain as my lips opened and a gasp fell from them.
I wanted his touch. I wanted his skin pressed against mine.
But now it was more than that. I needed it.
Randall’s fingers arched over the lip of my panties and then began to pull them down over my hips.
The feel of the cotton and his fingers on my skin sent tingling delights through me.
He stopped when they were down to just above my knees, and then those hands that were driving me wild rose upward again, finding the revealed skin of my ass.
The soft touch turned into a grasp, testing the plump flesh, experiencing it with delight.
I was already eager for him to explore me more, my blood rushing right to where I needed his fingers to be.
As if he could read my mind, his thumb slipped between my thighs, rising to meet my excitement.
He breathed into my ear. “Darling, you’re so wet already.”
I whimpered and writhed back against him, as his thumb began to explore my excited, throbbing lips.
His other hand slid across the taut skin of my jaw, finding the open lips of my mouth.
Both of his thumbs slipped over their wet, eager holes, and I closed my lips over him as he teased the entrances to my body and my pleasure.
The soft friction and warm tension making my blood pump harder.
His thumb slipped from my lips and rolled down to roughly grasp at my breast, his breath heavy on my neck as his mouth suckled at the skin, while his hands continued to explore my most intimate and delighted places.
“I want to taste you.” He gasped in my ear.
I quivered in excitement at the thought of his hot tongue meeting me. But I also wanted to savor this feeling, the excitement, the wild arousal. To let it simmer and grow, until it was unbearable.
“You first.” I gasped back.
Turning around to face him, our wild eyes met each other, and slowly and seductively, I slipped onto my knees in front of him.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” I told him as I lifted my hand to his belt and pulled at it.
A pleasing clink resounded out as his belt fell loose. His piercing blue eyes looked down at me in agonizing expectation as I ran my hands over his pants and along the thick muscle that was waiting inside for me.
“Lucy, I really can’t tell if you’re a bad girl or a good girl.”
I flashed him a tempting look in return. “Why don’t we find out? What would you like me to do?”
Randall gulped as he considered the options. I wanted to hear him say it, to let those dirty, forbidden words prickle my ears and excite me.
“I want you to wrap those beautiful lips around my cock and show me what you can do.”
I pouted thoughtfully on my knees, teasing him.
“And what do I get?”
“I can’t tell you. I can only show you.”
I gave him a look of disappointment and pulled my hand away.
“Okay, wait, wait!” He protested. “What do you want to know?”
“I want to hear what you’re going to do to my mouth, Randall. And then my body.”
His expression hardened, along with the cock in his pants, as I felt it jump in throbbing excitement, desperate to be released.
“First,” He gasped, running his thumb over my lips. “I want you to get that thick cock all wet and hard with your pretty mouth.
“Ooh,” I cooed back, pleased, as I slowly pulled down the zipper to his pants, watching his face, “And then?”
“And then I’m going to pull that dress off. Throw you over my shoulder and carry you into the bedroom.”
I unbuttoned his pants and tugged them down his thick thighs, revealing his white shorts, unable to contain a gasp at the outline of his excited cock. Randall Jackson was fucking huge.
“And then?” I looked back up at him.
“I’m going to pull those panties off your thighs, and have a very long and filthy conversation with your pussy using only my tongue.”
“Mmm,” I said, rubbing the shape of his cock through his shorts, “That sounds nice.”
“Lucy, I’m going to write goddamn love letters all over your body with my mouth, all night.”
“Randall?”
He looked down at me, wishing I wasn’t teasing him anymore.
“Yes, Lucy?” My name sounded like velvet in my ears as it slipped off his tongue.
“Would you like me to suck your cock now?”
He nodded, gulping with desire for me to do it. I fluttered my eyelashes at him as I pulled his huge, throbbing muscle free and let my fingers slide over the silken skin.
I stroked him slowly, making him wait for me, until I heard him groan desperately. Then I ran my tongue across my lips and slipped them over him, smiling inside as I heard him call out ‘Fuuuucck’.
His hand fell on the back of my head, his fingers running through my hair, then grasping it in a balled fist, as I gave him what he wanted and he willed me further and deeper.
My clit was now pounding at the idea that this would soon be taking place with him on top of me, and I would be having my pink walls of pleasure crushed by that beautiful piece of meat inside me.
I looked back up at his glowering eyes looking down on me, and he offered me his hand. I took it as he lifted me to my feet and pulled me against him.
“I love your smell,” he whispered into my ear, “It’s sweet desire. To me, you’re perfect.”
I whispered back into his ear, “Then make me a perfect mess, Randall.”
He grinned back, red-faced and hot as hell. Effortlessly, he threw me over his shoulder, claiming me, and then carried me, squealing and kicking my legs with faux drama, through the villa and down the hallway to his bedroom.