Chapter 9
I was sitting nervously in the living room when Luke came in, brushing my hair and wishing I was wearing something like a low-cut teddy with kitten heels to match, or a silky, slinky nightgown like all the women wore in the soap operas that Nana had favored.
I didn’t own anything that could remotely be called “lingerie.” Maybe if I even had matching pjs, I’d feel better, and not so much like a little girl. I wanted to feel like a woman.
Luke went immediately to the kitchen sink to wash his hands. “Well, I think I got all the puke off your boots,” he called matter-of-factly. “But we should check the crevices in the treads tomorrow.”
It was a great way to start off our sexy night together.
“Um, where do you want me to sleep?” I asked nervously. Smooth.
He looked up in surprise. “With me.” He dried his hands, walked over to my chair, and knelt down in front of it. “Unless you don’t want to?”
“No, I want to. I really want to.” Too fervent. “I mean, sure, sounds good to me.” Better.
Luke reached out to run a hand through my drying hair. “Are you nervous?”
“Yes.” God, yes.
He stood up, pulling me to my feet. “Let’s go upstairs.” And then, before I could object, he picked me up.
“Luke!”
“I told you I could carry you.”
His bedroom was almost bare of furniture. Just a little table and a big bed, right in the middle, where he set me down gently, then laid down next to me. “Hi.”
“Hi,” I said, and smiled at him.
Luke leaned down and kissed me, and I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him to me.
“I want to take this off you,” he told me, tugging at my shirt, and I lifted my arms so he could slide it over my head.
Gently, he took one of my breasts in each of his hands.
“Hello, there,” he said in the direction of my nipples.
“I’ve been wanting to meet you in person for quite a while.
” My laugh turned into a gasp as he pulled a nipple into his mouth, sucking and gently biting.
I reached down to hold him there, and he took both my wrists in one hand, and held them over my head as he switched to the other breast, kissing in the valley between them along the way.
Oh, it felt so good. He licked and sucked my nipples, pinching gently with his fingers, then using his hand to gently squeeze each of my breasts. I was panting.
Luke let go of my wrists to pull his own shirt off, and I eagerly helped him, running my hands up his bare chest and then back down, tracing with my fingers, taking the button of his jeans and popping it free.
I unzipped his jeans and then he stood and I pulled them off him, taking his boxers off too.
Oh, my Lord. He was huge. This was going to be nothing like my experience after the Organic Chem midterm.
Luke crawled onto his back on the bed and I circled his shaft in my hand, rubbing up and down, then bent and licked the head.
His hips leapt off the bed and he groaned.
“Emmy.” I licked all the way down to the base and then back up, taking his tip into my mouth and sucking, first a little, then more as he gasped, “Harder,” and thrust up his hips again.
I rocked my own hips against his leg, rubbing my core against him as I took him in my mouth until I could barely breathe.
He was so big, I moved my hand up and down all that I couldn’t wrap my mouth around.
I reached underneath and held his balls and rolled them, giving a little squeeze and pull.
Suddenly he had me under my arms and pulled me up against his chest. He was heaving with deep breaths. “Hang on, hang on,” he panted. “I’m going to come, hang on.”
I still had his leg between my thighs and I moved my hips against him, rubbing against the hard muscle of his quad.
Luke reached down and pulled off my underwear and boxers, throwing them off the bed, and rolling me onto my back.
He kissed me again, deeply, sucking on my tongue, then licked down my neck and back to my breasts.
His hand came to my pussy and cupped it, and I gasped, then raised my own hips to rub against the heel of his hand as it pressed against my clit.
“Like that? Do you like it like that?” he whispered, and I made a noise as his fingers dipped into my opening.
He licked my nipples again, left then right, then kissed and bit his way down my body, taking one of my knees and putting it over his shoulder, then the other.
Then his tongue…oh oh oh, his tongue—it was inside me, and then licking my clit, stroking, laving, and I felt myself gasping his name, and oh, oh, Luke, Luke, I was coming, and crying out, and calling to him, please, please, please, and I heard the rip of a wrapper and then there he was, pushing inside me, his face next to mine, grasping my legs to wrap them around his hips, pounding, harder, harder, touching something deep inside of me and then with his fingers on my clit again, and I was coming, coming coming coming
Luke.
He was pressed against me, and I held him as hard as I could. Luke.
∞
I woke up gradually, stretched out on my stomach. This was the most comfortable bed I had ever slept in, hands down. And the fact that Luke had nearly pounded me into oblivion last night sure made for a good night’s sleep.
“Good morning,” he said quietly. His hand traced down my back lightly, making me shiver. Then he started to massage my shoulders and back. Oh, good gracious. I moaned in pleasure. His hand slid up and ran through my hair.
“It’s like silk,” he said. “So straight.”
“I know,” I said. All the attention felt pretty amazing. “It won’t curl at all.”
“Why would you want to curl it?” he asked me.
“Curly hair is prettier. But no matter what I do, it just goes straight.”
“I love your hair,” Luke told me. “I have lain right here in this bed thinking about your hair.”
“Oh yeah?” I pushed myself on one elbow to look at him. “And what were you thinking about?”
“You, naked, running your hair all over me. I was also naked.”
“That’s something that could be arranged,” I said. He laughed and rubbed my back again, and I collapsed on my stomach. “Keep doing that. Forever.” Luke leaned down and kissed the nape of my neck. “That, too.”
“Do you want to know what I was doing when I was thinking about you naked?”
I could feel myself blush. “I have a pretty good idea.”
He laughed again. “Did you ever think of me?”
“I’m too tired to masturbate.”
Luke put his forehead down on my back, shaking with laughter. “Sorry,” I apologized. “I’m not very good with sexy talking.”
He picked up his head and resumed kissing me. “How’d you get this scar?” he asked, tracing the thin white line on my shoulder blade with his finger.
“I fell off the kitchen counter when I was a kid.”
“Climbing on the counters? That sounds like something I would have done.”
“I was trying to find something for dinner. I remember being really hungry. I reached too far and I fell backwards and hit my shoulder on the freezer door handle. I remember that really well too, because the downstairs neighbor heard the crash and came up to help me.”
Luke traced the scar with his finger. “How old were you?”
I thought. “About three. Maybe four.” It was one of my earliest memories.
“Why were you making your own dinner? With no one there but a neighbor?” His finger had stopped tracing.
“My mom wasn’t so great as a mom. You know the story, I’m sure.
That’s how I ended up coming up north. Some more stuff happened, and a social worker found my dad’s name somewhere in my file and tracked him down.
” His name sure wasn’t on my birth certificate, so that social worker had really done some due diligence.
“Loretta made him come get me, I think. I haven’t seen my real mom since. ”
I turned my head to look at Luke. His face was like stone. “It was a long time ago,” I said. “She just was too young to be a mother.”
“How old was she when she had you?”
I put my hand on his jaw, rough without a morning shave. “Eighteen. Can you imagine having a baby at eighteen?”
“How old were you when Cassie had Charlie and you took care of him?”
“I was…hmm, I guess I was eighteen.” I had never thought of that.
“How old was Tara when she had her daughter?”
“Eighteen. Ok, I get it. My mom was a bad mom. She was a bad person.” I turned my head away from him on the pillow.
“I’m sorry,” Luke said. “It made me angry to hear you excusing her for letting you get hurt. I don’t want you to be hurt. Ever.” He kissed my back again, rubbing until I felt my muscles relax.
“It’s easier to think that she was too young to be a mom, rather than say she just didn’t love me,” I heard myself admit.
He kissed my neck and rested his cheek on my back. “I’m sure she loved you.” I wasn’t.
Luke continued his back rub. “If you ever want to quit your family business, I think you could have a future as a masseuse,” I advised him.
He put his arm around my waist and pulled my back to his front, spooning, and nuzzled my neck.
His hand moved up to my bare breast, and I arched back.
I could feel him hard behind me, and he adjusted himself to fit in the crevice between my thighs.
“Is that because it’s morning, or because it’s me?” I couldn’t help asking.