THIRTEEN
Luke
We’re quiet while I drive Mia up the hill to her place. I’m not sure what to say. What with my family dropping not-so-subtle hints that I’m practically crazy over Mia, and the wine, and Noah’s comment, I’m not feeling great.
Of course, Mia is sweet and lovely, and doesn’t want me to feel bad. It doesn’t change the fact she deserves better. Better than Oliver and better than me, too.
What made me think I could be even a small part of what she needed?
When we stop, I rush around to open her door for her. As if that might make up for the fact I’m nothing but a builder when her Dad probably owns half of Sydney.
I watch her walk to the door and fish the key from her handbag.
“I guess I should probably head home. Unless...” I pause. There’s no way she’ll invite me in. “Unless there’s anything you need me for.” I don’t even really know what I’m offering. Fix a squeaky door, check in her closet for intruders, make her cum a hundred times. I’d happily do any of those things for her.
Mia gives me a little smile over her shoulder. “Well, actually, there are a few things you could help me with.”
I can’t believe my luck. I grin when she opens the door, inviting me in. “Anything. What is it?” I don’t care. It’ll just be a pleasure to spend a little extra time with her. At least I know my family haven’t completely put her off, after all.
Her smile grows. “It’s in the bedroom.”
My cock sits up and takes notice of that smile and the suggestive location. I tell myself to keep dreaming, though. There’s no way.
Mia leads me up the stairs and I’m painfully aware of the sway of her hips and the curve of her arse as she walks ahead of me. Is this going where I think this is going? I pat my pocket, checking again for the condoms. They’re still there.
When we get to the bedroom, though, she points at the ceiling. “I think this lightbulb is out. Could you test it for me?” She’s standing right beside the switch. She could easily flick it on herself, but she doesn’t. She just waits there.
I take two steps towards her until I’m standing so close we’re almost touching. She doesn’t step back. I’m not sure what game she’s playing, but Mia surely didn’t get me up here to change a lightbulb for her.
She smiles innocently up at me and gestures to the switch.
Shaking my head, I flick it down.
The light goes on.
Mia covers my hand with hers and flicks the switch again. “Oh, good. I’m glad you were here to test that for me. There’s one more thing I need some help with, but maybe that’s best done in the dark.”
The next second, she gathers the hem of her shirt and pulls it over her head. My mouth goes dry. Somehow, I remember to breathe while she unfastens her bra and exposes her small, perfect breasts.
I reach to the side, fumbling until my fingertips find the light switch. I don’t want to turn away from her to do it. Finally, I flick the switch and turn on the light again, giving myself a better view. “If you’re going to do that, do it with all the lights on. I don’t want to miss a thing.”
Her gaze flicks up to mine while her thumbs hook under the waistband of her panties. “You sure? I mean I haven’t been watching my weight lately...”
I growl and step forward, sliding my hands around her slim waist, and look deep into her eyes. “Mia, I can’t think of any part of you that you’d need to hide from me. 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 I could have dreamed.”
She smiles shyly. “Well, when you put it like that.” Stepping away from the light switch, she slips off her underwear. “Is this what you pictured?”
I curse under my breath. My gaze drops to the tiny patch of hair on her mound instinctively. “No.” I put my hands on her waist. Her face falls for a moment until 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’m still dressed. That’s probably a good thing; 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 belt.
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—”
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.”
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 and my palms sweat 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. Where hopefully even now, the juices from her arousal are staining me. “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 in the shower 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 undo my belt and 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 presses against my undies. It’s clear Mia has noticed, too. She watches me with rigid fascination when I pull back the waistband of the briefs and free my dick.
Then 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. I wish I could see it every day.”
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 sucks in a breath 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 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. I want to smell like her pussy when I wake up in the morning.
I’m doing everything I can to hold back my orgasm, so I can cum with her.
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. Are you going to do it for me?”
“Mmm.” 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... Everything 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?”
She reaches down with her other hand and 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 cumming.
“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 of cum runs over my knuckles. Bloody hell, how was that so damn good?
Mia 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.”
I laugh and groan, and quickly find a tissue to clean up most of the mess I’ve made. “Tell me about it. Just imagine what it’s going to be like when you’re sure.”
She moans and presses her legs together around her 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. 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.”
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? Ten years ago, on the beach? You didn’t run off and never speak to me again because I was terrible?”
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 with that perfect ass pressed against my groin the way it is.
I know it and I do not care.
There’s no place I’d rather be than right here right now.