This bed is really comfortable and I want nothing more than to lie down and close my eyes, so after removing my boots, I do. I can't get comfortable though, so I stand up and strip off my jeans and sweater and climb under the sheets. This bed is heavenly. I hit the light and snuggle into the pillow that smells of Luke. I don't care if he finds me here in my underwear, asleep. I'm tired of his confusing behavior and besides, he's already seen me in less.
Chapter 13
I awaken and look at the bedside clock. It's just past eleven. The house is dark and I need to use the bathroom. The air is chilly when I slip out from under the covers, so I wrap a throw from the bed around me as I walk. I make use of the facilities and then wipe off the mascara that's flaked off during my nap and, finding some mouthwash, rinse my mouth before walking back to the bed.
I thought he'd be back by now. I consider lying down again, but I'm wide awake. Maybe I'll watch TV, or find a book in the study. I turn and jump a foot. "Jesus, Luke!"
He's sitting in an armchair in the corner of the room, wide awake, just watching me.
"I was watching you sleep." I love his voice. It's so smooth and deep and embodies control.
"You're a little creepy, you know that?" I ask.
He shrugs. "I come home to find your clothes in a pile on the floor and you asleep in my bed. What should I have done, Sophie?"
I walk towards him. "Joined me?" I suggest.
He smiles at that. "You're twenty-one."
"Yeah." I stop in front of him. "Three years past legal."
"You're a virgin."
"Yeah." That stings. Am I not experienced enough for him? "You want me to come back when I know what I'm doing?" Tears prick at my eyes. I am so sick of the rejection. I toss the throw at him and walk back to my clothes. "Take me home, Luke. I'm sure I can find someone on campus to spend the night with," I say, picking my sweater off the floor. "Believe it or not, plenty of guys on campus would be happy to fuck me without so much conversation about it."
When I stand up he's behind me, his hands on my shoulders. He slides my bra straps over my shoulders before unsnapping it.
"Shut up, Sophie. I don't want to hear another word out of your flippant mouth about you sleeping with some idiot boy on campus. You want me to fuck you, sweetheart? Is that what you want?"
"Yeah." I tilt my head back onto his shoulder. "It is."
"I'm not going to call you in the morning." He's sliding my panties down my legs. "I'm not that guy."
"Okay," I agree.
Holy shit. This is happening. I am finally going to have sex. Luke is not rejecting me again. He’s not my gay boyfriend. He’s not my jerk boyfriend. He’s real and this is happening, right now.
He's bent behind me, pulling the panties free from my ankles before placing his hands on my hips and kissing the curve of my back where it meets my behind. His hands slide lower to cup my ass and his thumbs spread out, caressing me. "Perfect little ass." He's raining kisses over my behind as he speaks. "Do you have any idea how much I've enjoyed eyeing this ass when you turn around to fill my coffee every week?"
I assume his question is rhetorical and remain quiet until he smacks my behind hard with his open palm. "Answer me."
I feel a rush of wetness in my pussy from the slap. What the hell? Why does that make me wet? My ass is still stinging where he smacked me. "No, I didn't know you were thinking about my ass." It's a little hard getting the words out, I'm so distracted by everything. His mouth, his hands, the pressure building between my legs. "I didn't think you even remembered my name week to week. I assumed you were just reading my name tag."
His thumbs pinch into my butt cheeks and spread them as he licks up the crease of my ass. Oh my God.
He turns me so I'm facing him. "Sit." He's pressing on the top of my thighs till my butt hits the edge of the bed. "Cup your tits, Sophie." I do, immediately. They're warm in my own hands, full, my nipples hard. Luke spreads my thighs and moves between them. "Pinch your nipples, play with them." Our eyes lock as I obey.
"I seem to recall you mentioning a fascination with my fingers earlier," he says as he runs his index finger down my crease.
"Oh, God." I flop back onto the bed, mortified that he's bringing that up, and focus my eyes on the ceiling. But I don't let go of my breasts, continuing to caress them as he talks.
"Is it a fascination with my hands as a whole?" He slides both palms under my thighs and caresses them up and down before lifting my legs until my knees are bent and my feet are on the edge of the bed, parallel to my bottom, then he pushes outward so I'm splayed open in front of him. "Or is it a fascination with a specific finger?" He places the tip of a finger inside my entrance and rims the opening. "Or is it my thumb, Sophie?" His breath is hot against my skin as he speaks. "Do you imagine my thumb in your ass as I fuck you from behind?" His thumb is moving across my tightened bud. "Which is it, Sophie? Which of those things did you fantasize about?"
He slaps my pussy, splayed open in front of him, hard. I moan as I feel my own wetness leak out of me. "What did I tell you about answering me?" he demands. "What did you think about when you got yourself off?"
"I thought about all of it," I admit. "Except the thumb thing, that never occurred to me. But I'm open to it," I add.
"You filthy girl," he murmurs, before I feel his hands under my thighs again, holding me open as his tongue makes a long wet swipe over my pussy. My thighs tighten reflexively but he's got me pinned open and rims my asshole with his tongue too.
"Luke!"
He laughs and circles my clit with the tip of his finger, around and around. I can feel more wetness pooling as he moves the tip of his finger inside of me and repeats the rimming motion, stretching me with his fingertip. His tongue travels back to my clit and he circles around the bundle of nerves until I think I will go insane. "I like this pussy bare, Sophie," he says between circles. I'm whimpering and making all sorts of crazy sounds that would mortify me if I had any control right now. "So naughty." His mouth covers my entire mound and I about lose my mind. "If I was keeping you I'd keep this pussy naked and filled with my dick every day. Did you wonder if I could get you off using just my finger?" He's pinching my clit between his finger and thumb as he talks.
"I didn't wonder about that, I was really confident you could," I manage to respond, but I sound like I just sprinted up a flight of stairs.
He slides his finger inside of me and then out, sliding two back in. "Fuck." He sounds gruff. "You feel so good." He slides his fingers out, then in, then widens them, stretching me. "You're so fucking tight, I can't wait to slide my cock inside of you." He slides his fingers in again, then back out, this time adding his thumb to my clit. "So wet. I wanted to finger the fuck out of you on my exam table. Is that what you want to hear? That I was as affected as you were?"
"Yes."
"I had to fight an erection when you came on my finger during the exam. That was a definite first for me Sophie.” “Sorry about that,” I manage to gasp out, my back arching on the bed. “I'm going to fuck you hard, Sophie." He's stroking his fingers in and out. A second later he slams the two fingers back in and curves them as his thumb rubs my clit and I explode. Holy fuck. His fingers continue their magic through my orgasm as he kisses the inside of my thighs.