43. Are you unsure of how it works?
Forty-Three
ARE YOU UNSURE OF HOW IT WORKS?
Luke
I’ve been itching to see Liv all day. Josh spoke with Viv, no doubt conspiring about what they think happened last night because I wouldn’t give him many details, but through him I found out the girls should be back in their rooms for a little while.
The path that winds around our cove of the lake branches off toward the side of the house and leads to the parking lot in front.
I deviate from the path in favor of walking along the massive rosebushes to the back patios of each room.
It’s safer to tap on her patio door under the cover of the rosebushes, rather than march up to her bedroom door from the hallway where anyone in the house can see me.
Coming up to Liv’s patio, I round the bush and spot her rocking in a chair, nose deep in a book.
Her hair is down, cascading around her shoulders in golden waves, glasses on, deep pink painted toes pushing her chair back and forth.
She’s breathtaking.
I snap a giant, full-bloom pink rose from the bush and hold it with my other hand behind my back.
Who says chivalry is dead?
I clear my throat as I approach in an effort not to startle her, but it doesn’t work. She sighs, looking up from her book, and it would seem she didn’t expect to see me standing there because she jumps in her seat, dropping the book into her lap.
“This is getting out of hand.” She lays her head back against the rocking chair, hand over her heart.
“I cleared my throat,” I say, slipping between the bushes and making my way onto the patio.
“Not good enough! Do better,” she says, jabbing a finger in my direction. Chuckling, I pull the rose from behind my back and hold it out to her.
She eyes it skeptically, a small smile creeping across her face. “Is this rose for me? I don’t have a coffee mug out here today.”
“Not only is this rose for you, but I brought it for you on purpose this time.” The flower’s sweet scent drifts through the air as I hold my hand out for her to take it. She does, lifting it to her nose and looking up at me.
“Well, that’s very sweet of you. Thank you.” She closes her eyes and inhales deeply. A soft, moaning sigh rumbles through her throat. I could hear her make that sound all day.
“I have your bag. Want me to just put it inside?” She opens her eyes, and I lift the bag in confirmation.
“Sure. You can throw it on the chair there.” She gestures toward the room as I slide the door open. “Ow! Shit.”
I drop her bag on the floor and dart back outside to see Liv sucking on her finger. The rose discarded in her lap.
“What happened?” I grab the book and the rose and set them on the table, crouching down in front of her.
“This demon flower pricked me!” She holds her finger out for me to see, and already a new little bead of blood is forming where the thorn stabbed her. “I’ve never been pricked by a thorn. That shit hurts!”
I chuckle. “I try to do something nice and see what happens? Come on, let’s go find you a Band-Aid.” I grab her hand gently, guiding her into her room. “Do you keep any kind of first-aid kit or Band-Aids anywhere?”
“In my toiletries bag there should be Band-Aids and Neosporin.” Liv sits down on the edge of the bed, finger back in her mouth. I head into the bathroom and unzip the toiletries bag, shifting the contents inside.
I freeze.
Is that…
I lean forward to get a closer look. A quick peek over my shoulder tells me Liv has also realized what she keeps in this bag and that I have just seen it.
Eyes wide, a faint blush painting her cheeks, she doesn’t look away.
Turning my attention back to the toiletries bag, I swallow, grabbing the tube of Neosporin and a Band-Aid.
I suck in a deep breath through my nose—a sorry attempt at calming my now-thundering pulse.
Bad idea. The bathroom smells of her perfume and lotion. The intoxicating scent overwhelms me, and now—with what I just found—I’m so fucking hard I can’t even think straight.
Grandma. Puppies. Baseball.
Clearing my throat and feigning nonchalance, I walk out and crouch down in front of Liv, opening the Band-Aid and squeezing a small dollop of ointment on it.
It’s hardly bleeding anymore, and probably doesn’t need the bandage at all, but now all I can think about is touching her.
I grasp her hand gently and wrap the Band-Aid around her finger.
Pressing and smoothing the bandage into place, I meet her gaze. “There you go. Don’t think we’ll need to amputate or anything.” My hand lingers around hers. I don’t want to let go.
“Thanks,” she says, voice husky.
We both know what I saw.
“You keep some… interesting things in that toiletries bag,” I tease. The corners of my mouth curve.
Liv’s lips part, then close. She smirks. Her beautiful hazel eyes sparkle with challenge, as if deciding there’s no point in denying it. Pulse pumping under my thumb, which is now moving in lazy circles on her skin, her eyes flick to the bathroom and then back to me.
“You were supposed to be looking for a Band-Aid.”
“I was. Found one. See?” I hold her hand up for good measure. “I just… also stumbled across other things. Things that, you know, I may or may not be interested in knowing more about.”
Narrowing her eyes, she cocks her head to the side. “What exactly do you want to know? Are you unsure of how it works?”
“I know how it works.” I release her hand and lay my palms flat on her thighs, running my hands up to the hem of her shorts. Her intake of breath tells me she likes what I’m doing,
“Then what?” Liv fixes her stare on my hands, where my fingers are gently squeezing the muscle, kneading and massaging.
I imagine her then, lying right here on the bed, all alone, body writhing with pleasure. I want my name to be on her lips in those moments. Her eyes meet mine, intensity flaring within them. She lifts her eyebrows, waiting for me to answer her.
She may reject me. She may not be ready to trust me with something like this. I steel myself against that possibility.
“I want to know what you look like when you make yourself come. But I don’t just want to watch you, I want to touch you while you do it, so that from this moment forward, every time you use that vibrator in there, you think of me.”
She releases a breath as her eyes fall closed, mouth slightly parted.
“Would you do that for me?” My heart is racing so fast I fear it’ll explode out of my chest.
With a slow lift of her lashes, she focuses on me with a lust-fueled stare. “Yes.”
One simple word, and my heart is even more erratic. I’m hard as a rock. There’s no hiding it now.
Sweet relief floods my veins. That settles that. I tip forward, grab her face, and kiss her hard.
Breaking our kiss, I walk to the bathroom and unzip her toiletries bag again, returning this time with the little pink vibrator. I make my way to the armchair in the corner, out of view from the patio doors, and place the vibrator down on the arm of the chair.
Pulling off my shirt, I drop it to the side of the chair.
“Come here, beautiful.”
Liv stands, eyes flicking to the open curtains of the glass doors that lead to the patio, stopping in front of me.
I grab the hem of her shirt, and she lifts her arms so I can pull it over her head.
She watches me as I unbutton her shorts and slide them down her legs, my hands caressing her silky skin on the way back up.
Liv’s hand finds my hair, threading her fingers through.
I slip out of my shorts next, leaving us both in nothing but our underwear.
“You’re a walking fantasy.” And she is, in her lacy purple bra and matching underwear.
The blush I’ve come to look forward to creeps up her neck, flooding her cheeks with a rosy color. I grip her hips and pull her into me.
She drags her teeth along her bottom lip and runs her hands up my back.
“Do you have any idea how fucking badly I want you?” Goosebumps pebble her skin as my hands glide up her arms, over her shoulders and down again.
She sweeps her eyes downward and presses her hips into me. A sly smile spreads across her exquisite face. “I have some ideas.”
I spin her around so her back is flush against my chest, eliciting an unexpected gasp.
Running my hands along her stomach, I whisper against her ear, “I’m going to watch you fall apart and can’t wait to feel your body squirm with pleasure as I touch you while you do.
” My fingers glide over the swell of her breast, dipping into the cup and swiping against her peaked nipple.
The other makes its way down her stomach and over the fabric between her legs.
I trail my lips along her neck, my fingers slipping into her underwear.
“I love how easily you respond to me.” She tilts her head back, relaxing against my chest with a sigh.
Her breathing grows more ragged. Liv snakes a hand behind her, rubbing the hard ridge hidden under the fabric of my briefs.
The moment her hand touches my overly sensitive length, her body responds immediately, coating my fingers with her arousal.
“Take these off.” Releasing my hold, I watch as she pushes her underwear down to her ankles. I trace the line of her spine, splaying one hand across the small of her back as she bends in front of me. She stands, stepping out of her discarded underwear.
I back us up to the chair, guiding her into my lap and spreading her legs around my own. Her silky blonde strands cascade over my shoulder as my hands slide over the soft, warm skin along her inner thighs. Her weight settles fully against me, relinquishing control as she grinds her hips back.
I reach for the pink vibrator and inspect it, searching for a power button or something. What the fuck? Where’s the power button?
“Alright, you’re gonna have to tell me how to turn this thing on.”
She giggles, a sound that goes straight to my dick, and shows me where the small power symbol is on the bottom of the vibrator.
It jolts to life, vibrating in my hand. Placing it between her legs, I hold it there as my lips trail along the crook of her neck. Liv’s whole body spasms with a sharp intake of air until she melts against me with a long and rumbling groan of pleasure.
“I could listen to you make that sound all day.” I pull her legs further apart with my free hand, my other never losing contact with her center. Her whole body shudders against me, soft whimpers emanating from her.
“Your turn. Take this.” I mumble against her skin, her hand landing on top of my own, taking over.
One hand on my thigh, her nails digging into my muscle, she turns up the intensity of the vibration.
I slide my hands up her ribs, cupping her breasts still bound by the sexiest purple bra I’ve ever seen.
I continue upward, stroking up her neck, cupping her chin with my thumb brushing against her lips.
She sucks my finger into her mouth. The noise that comes from me is downright feral.
Growling, I tug the strap of her bra down, pulling the cup down, her breast spilling out over the top. I gently twist and pinch her nipple between my fingers.
Her head falls back against my shoulder, breaths becoming shallow.
“I—” She pants, arching her back, grinding against my shaft. “I’m going to come and I… ah…” Her head falls forward as her body convulses. “I want you—need you—inside me when I do,” she says, breathless.
“I don’t have a condom with me,” I groan, her body pushing and rubbing against me, the sounds of her pleasure bringing me to the edge with each passing second.
“I’m on… birth control,” she pants. “I’m clean, I promise.” Her nails dig into the arm of the chair, body shaking with the intensity of the vibration against her clit. “Please, Luke,” she gasps.
“I’m clean, too,” I grunt, pulling my briefs down as quickly as I can while she lifts herself up, a momentary reprieve from the relentless vibration so I can reposition myself underneath her. Lined up with her slick center, I grip her hip and pause.
“Are you sure?”
"Jesus, yes. Let me feel all of you," she says, then slides down, taking all of me inside her as if her body was made for mine. Her warmth embraces me, inner walls gripping me so tightly that stars ignite in my vision. I’ve never been without a condom, and now, feeling her like this, I don’t know how I’ll ever go back.
Pressing the vibrator against her clit again, she groans and begins rocking against me. From deep inside, I can feel the vibration, a sensation so intense I’m not sure how long I can last.
“Goddamn, Trip. You’re going to make me come so fucking hard.”
As if spurred on at the prospect, she grinds against me. I grip her waist and piston my hips up, thrusting into her while she works to control the vibrator’s position.
“Luke—” she gasps.
“That’s it, beautiful. Come for me.” I sit up so my chest is flush against her back, driving deeper, one hand on her hip, the other cradling her throat.
A long, guttural moan pulses through her as her body shudders and shakes with the crashing waves of ecstasy. I watch as her head falls back, eyes closing, her hair spilling over my shoulder. Her body pulses and squeezes around me, pulling my pleasure closer and closer.
“So sexy. You’re absolutely incredible.” Heat builds in my spine as my release inches closer.
Her walls clench with the cascading aftershocks of pleasure.
I groan as white-hot heat spreads from my lower back and forward until it’s exploding from me.
Her orgasm pulls every ounce of my own from my body, until we’re both boneless on the chair, panting and sweating.
Liv drops her arm over the side of the chair, clicks the vibrator off, then turns her face to me with a lazy smile, eyes sparkling.
My heartbeat stutters. Her hand reaches up, around the side of my face, and she kisses me, slowly and passionately.
Without question, I’m an absolute fucking goner for this woman.