Fuck Buddy (19 page)

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

LIV

“I’m sorry, Eve isn’t taking visitors at the moment, if you’d like to leave your name and telephone number, I’ll see to it that she returns your call,” the receptionist said.

“Where’s her office,” Luke demanded.

“I’m sorry, Sir. She’s got a full schedule, and I’ll really need you to…”

“Come on, Liv,” Luke said as he reached for my hand.

“Sir, Ma’am...Sir…Sir…” she wailed as Luke began stomping down the long hallway, dragging me along with him.

It seemed like a great idea, but after we arrived, my stomach was doing flips. I felt there was no way I would be able to say everything I needed to if we actually got to talk to her, and I couldn’t help but wonder if my hope of repairing everything was going to remain just that – hope.

Luke glanced through the door of each office he angrily made his way toward the end of the hallway. After being met by three wide-eyed men who apparently didn’t want to argue, his mother stepped into the hallway.

“Come in,” she said as she turned toward her office.

With my heart beating so fast it felt like I was going to pass out, I followed Luke into the office. He pushed the door closed and inhaled a deep breath. His mother, dressed in a black business suit, looked remarkably normal.

I guess I expected when we confronted her that there would be horns on the side of her head, even though I knew her to be an attractive woman. In my mind she had transformed into an evil monster, and regardless of how she appeared at that moment, she would always remain a demon.

“We’re going to talk,” Luke said. “And you’re going to listen.”

She sat down at her desk and gazed back at him with hollow eyes. She didn’t gaze past him, or even attempt to look away, which shocked me. Her eyes, however, conveyed absolutely no emotion. I glanced at Luke.

“Go ahead,” I said.

“I hate you for what you did to me. I’ll never stop hating you, and as much as I want to forgive you, I can’t. Don’t ask me to,” he said, shaking his finger in her direction as he spoke. “Ever.”

With an emotionless face, she stared back at him. Hearing Luke speak seemed to make me more comfortable. As he continued, I stayed focused on her, and the more I studied her, the less threatening she appeared to be. She wasn’t a demon or the devil, she was a coward.

“What you did? I thought it changed me forever. But it didn’t, and I won’t give you the fucking satisfaction of thinking you have that kind of power over me. You’re a heartless bitch that will one day have to meet your maker knowing what you did to Matt and me was so far beyond wrong that they’ll have to make a special place in hell for you to live in.”

She blinked. A tear rolled down her cheek. I found it odd that she didn’t even attempt to wipe it away. She simply sat and stared back at him as if she deserved to hear everything he was saying.

He turned toward me. “Liv?”

I inhaled a deep breath, gazed down at her desk, and raised my eyes to meet hers. The words came much easier than I thought, but in hindsight, it may have been that I desperately wanted to fix what was broken between Luke and me.

“When I found out what happened, I wanted you to die. Actually, I wanted to kill you. Now I don’t want that. I want you to suffer instead. That’s why I’m here. I want you to know what you did to Luke doesn’t only affect him, it affects me. And I want you to know how wrong it is, and I want you to drown in it. I want you to choke on it. And I want every day of your life to be filled with regret.”

Her lips parted.

“No!” I shouted. “I’m. Not. Done.”

“You’re supposed to love your kids. Protect, honor, support, and cherish them. You failed. You betrayed him. You are a nasty rotten bitch,” I half-shouted. “And you’re fucking sick.”

I didn’t need to go any further. I already knew what we had done somehow worked. I stood at the edge of her desk, shaking and filled with emotion, but I also stood knowing I loved Luke more than any other person on the earth.

“I guess that’s my job now. To love him, honor him, support and cherish him. I can tell you what I won’t do.” I raised my index finger in the air. “Betray him. That’ll
never
happen.”

Her eyes shifted to Luke. Another tear rolled down her cheek.

And another.

“I want an apology,” Luke said. “Not an explanation. An apology.”

She cleared her throat. “Luke. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry for what I did, I truly am. I wish I could make it all go away, but I can’t. there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t regret…”

Luke raised his hand. “Stop. Save it. I’ve heard all I need to hear.”

He turned to face me and sighed. “Anything else?”

I craned my neck toward her. I wasn’t afraid. She could hurt me, and she was done hurting my Luke.

“I hate you,” I fumed.

I thought the visit would be tiring, emotional, and exhausting. After telling her I hated her, I was full of energy and free of worry. But above all, I felt cleansed.

Luke cleared his throat, reached down, and gripped the edge of the desk in his hands. As her tear-filled gaze met his, he spoke. “I’ll pray for the ability to forgive you, but I’ll never forget what you did.”

He turned to face me. “Ready?”

I held out my hand. He reached out and held my hand in his.

Together, hand-in-hand, we walked down the hall. Past the bitch receptionist, into the parking lot, and to my car.

I released his hand and fumbled in my purse for the keys.

“What now?” I asked.

He inhaled a deep breath, exhaled, and grinned. “Let’s start over.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ice cream. At Belmont Park. That’s what we were doing when everything went to shit. Let’s just forget any of this happened and start over.”

“Ice cream? Seriously?”

As he reached for the door handle, his hair fell into his face. He hadn’t shaved for a few days, and the beard I loved was returning. He raked his fingers through his hair and looked up. “Yeah. And maybe the rollercoaster again.”

“I love you. And I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He grinned. “If it wasn’t for you freaking out, this would have never happened. I can’t even tell you how this made me feel.”

“You don’t have to,” I said. “I know.”

“Because there’s no contrast,” he said.

“Huh?”

He shook his head. “We’ll talk about it some other time.”

I smiled and opened the car door confident we’d have the rest of our lives to talk about it.

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

LUKE

I reached between her legs with my right hand as I fixed my eyes on hers. Her mouth opened slightly and her eyes widened as I slid my middle finger inside. She arched her back slightly and inhaled a shallow breath.

I added another finger.

She closed her eyes and chewed against her bottom lip.

Slowly, I began to slide my finger in and out of her. With each stroke, my fingers became more lubricated. After enough strokes to hear her breathing become slightly labored, I buried my fingers as deep as I could and curled the tips of them upward.

Her eyes opened.

“I want that dick.”

“Shhh.” I flipped my hair out of my eyes and grinned. “This is an experiment.”

I curled my fingertips again, teasing her g-spot.

Her eyes fell closed.

I studied her as I continued to torture her. With my eyes remaining fixed on her face, I adjusted myself on the comforter and reached for her nipple with my free hand. She initially pulled away, only to exhale sharply and relax onto the bed beside me.

Twisting her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, I continued to work my fingers in and out of her now completely soaked pussy. With every other stroke, I curled the tips of my fingers into the sensitive spot directly above them.

She opened her eyes and raised herself onto her elbows. “I need it. I do.”

I slid me fingers deep and held them in place.

Her back naturally arched. “No more experiments. Fuck me.”

I grinned and shook my head.

“Let me suck your cock.”

With my fingers buried deep inside of her, I curled them upward, dragging the tips along the inner wall of her tightness. As my fingers pressed against her g-spot she fought to get away, squirming toward the headboard of the bed.

“Fuck my mouth,” she said.

“Hold still.”

“I can’t. I’m sorry. I need your cock. Let me see it.”

I shook my head. She pulled away from me and sat up.

She pressed her hands against my shoulders. “You fucker.”

Playfully, I let her push me onto my back. As I rolled over, my cock stood straight as attention, pointing directly at the ceiling.

“I’m riding that cock,” she said as she climbed on top of me.

Although I hadn’t shared my feelings with Liv, since our confrontation with my mother, my manhood seemed to have a mind of its own. Previously, my mind had to be filled with devious thoughts for me to be erect, and now all I had to do was see Liv.

The thought of a woman riding my cock had never appealed to me, and in fact, it had been tried a few times, all of which had been unsuccessful.

Anxious to see if it would work, I fought back very little.

“If you’re going to ride it, you better
ride
it.”

Facing me, she grinned and reached between her legs. She slid two of her fingers into herself and lifted her hand between us. “Look, soaked.”

“I know.”

She gripped my shaft in her hand, stroked it twice, and lifted her ass slightly from my thighs. As she lowered herself, moaning the entire time, her tight pussy enveloped the entire length of my cock.

“Watch,” she groaned.

I cleared my throat. “Excuse me?”

“Watch!” she demanded, nodding her head toward my waist.

She wiggled her hips, grinding her wet pussy onto the base of my shaft. “No, better idea.”

“Count.”

I interlocked my fingers behind my head and stared up at her. “What?”

“Count,” she commanded.

She lifted her weight from me until the lips of her pussy barely encompassed the head of my dick. Hovering above me on shaking legs, she peered down at me and grinned. “Say
one
.”

“One,” I said.

She released herself and thrust the entire shaft deep inside.

“I love your big cock,” she moaned.

“I love your tight little pussy.”

“When I lift up, you say how many strokes we’re on,” she said. “Ready?”

I grinned and nodded.

She lifted herself again.

I gazed down at my glistening cock. “Two.”

She grinded herself down onto my hips. The feeling of her tight pussy squeezing my cock was almost more than I could handle. Having had always been in charge of what was happening in any of my sexual adventures, I found the excitement of not knowing very arousing.

I closed my eyes and allowed myself to become lost in the feeling.

Watch!” she barked.

I opened my eyes. With my throbbing shaft still buried deep inside of her, she reached up and squeezed her boobs in her hands, pinching her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.

“You watching?”

I nodded eagerly.

She lifted her weight, slowly exposing each inch of my cock as it escaped her tight grip.

“Two. No. Three. Three!” I said as I saw the rim appear.

“Fuck it. You don’t count worth a fuck.” she said. “And I don’t have the patience for this shit.”

She began to work her hips back and forth rapidly, teasing my cock with precision. I closed my eyes as she continued, fearful that I might not make it for long. As she bucked her hips and forced my entire cock inside of her with each perfectly timed stroke, I closed my eyes and focused.

Her pussy was magical, fitting my girth perfectly. Tight enough that the first few strokes needed to be taken slowly and with great care, but forgiving enough to allow full penetration after a reasonable amount of foreplay.

“Fuck yes,” she wailed. “I’m going to come all over you.”

She continued to thrust her hips back and forth, tossing her head from side to side as she did. Her hair bounced about, falling down and partially covering her boobs, only to be tossed to the side with the next stroke.

As I felt her contract on the shaft, I held my breath.

“Fuck yes, fuck yes, fuuuuuck yes…” she moaned as she held the entire length deep inside of her.

I felt myself begin to swell.

Slowly, she lifted herself up the shaft.

After holding still for a short second, she shoved it deep again.

I arched my back, opened my eyes, and absorbed every ounce of her being.

And I burst inside of her.

She let out a moan of pleasure, and although she held still, her vaginal walls massaged my cock, milking it of every drop of cum.

“Fuck yes,” she breathed as she collapsed on top of me.

I pushed up on her shoulders, lifted her from me, and gazed into her eyes. “You think you’re done?”

“My twat is throbbing,” she said.

“Fuck
my
mouth,” I demanded.

“No contrast,” she said.

I shook my head and stared. “Excuse me?”

She grinned. “Let’s fuck
each other’s
mouths.”

There was no doubt about it. We were truly cut from the same cloth, and there was no contrast between us.

She rolled over, turned around, and lowered her pussy onto my face. As I shoved my tongue deep into her, she wrapped her wet lips around the head of my cock. Thrilled that I was erect again, I fingered her pussy for a moment, and then slid my finger deep into her ass. She responded by taking my entire shaft down her throat. I flicked my tongue against her clit.

She repeatedly forced my cock against the back of her throat.

No contrast.

I wouldn’t want it any other way.