Groomless - Part 3 (16 page)

Once again, like he had so many times in the past, Luke commanded my body like a captain of a ship. The glass was cold against my back, but his hands were warm, electric, setting me on fire.

Being with Luke had always felt right. I’d been with a few men since, but I was never able to replicate the synchronicity Luke and I shared. There always seemed to be something missing, something lacking, regardless of how attractive my partners were.
Perhaps that’s because, in the back of my mind, I was always comparing them to him,
I admitted silently to myself.

Next, he slid his hand down to my thigh, and he cupped my ass with his other hand. I wrapped my legs around his waist and crossed my ankles to keep my body in place.

“Liz would be proud of you, young lady,” he teased.

“Shh. Don’t mention other women when I’ve got my legs wrapped around you.”

“She’s more of a bulldog than a woman, Jay.”

I smiled only briefly before my dreamy gaze came back. I gripped his shoulders, digging my nails in the thick muscle. Though we were both still fully clothed, I could feel the hardness of his cock pressing against his pants, demanding to be let out of its fabric prison, to rip through the thin material of my pesky dress.

By the time that hungry, feverish kiss ended, we were both gasping for air. My chest heaved, and I wanted nothing more than to get out of that stupid garb, to feel him against my skin, tempered by the heat of his touch. I unhooked my ankles and slid slowly to the floor against the glass that was now warm from my body pressing against it. He turned me to face the breathtaking view again, and I felt his hands move to the back of my dress. Slowly, tooth by tooth, he slid my zipper down. He slipped the straps from my shoulders, and the dress fell silently from my body, pooling in a white puddle of fabric at my feet. My nipples hardened instantly from his touch against my bare skin.

Luke kissed one shoulder, then the other, sending shivers down my spine. He ran his hands down my sides and slid my panties down. He helped me lift one foot, then the other, and I eagerly stepped out of them. He knelt down and turned me around, stroking the length of my legs and pushing my thighs apart. “Lean back a little,” he whispered.

I followed his orders, only to discover that the glass had grown cold again. My breath caught in my throat as he leaned his head forward and began licking my clit. He groaned softly, and the vibration of his voice sent shockwaves surging through my body. He kept one hand on my ass but pulled the other up between my legs to gently touch my labia. He pressed his mouth against me as he slid one finger and then another deep inside me, moving his tongue in slow, tantalizing circles all the while. Gasping in sheer pleasure, I grabbed his hair with one hand and stretched out my other arm to keep my balance against the cool glass.

Vaguely, I was aware of the warm glow emanating from the overhead track lighting. Everything intensified. I enjoyed the series of shivers Luke sent through me with his skilled mouth and fingers.

He pulled his fingers away and reached for the little side table to grab a condom. In what seemed like one swift movement, almost a blur, he slipped out of his pants and rolled the condom up over his impressive length; that was one part of him that hadn’t changed much, but I’d never had any complaints about it. “You taste so good,” he said, “but I need to be inside you right now. Turn around.”

He pressed me against the window, and my breath left little circles of condensation on the glass. He positioned himself behind me and slid into me with ease because he’d pleasured me to the point of extreme wetness already. He kissed my neck and nipped at my earlobe as he slowly rocked his hips back and forth, driving me and himself crazy with every stroke inside me.

“This feels fucking incredible,” he murmured. “You are so fucking hot.”

“Oh, Luke,” I whispered, unable to muster another word.

His movement quickened for a moment, but then he pulled me far enough back from the window that he could toy with my breasts for a while. He relentlessly squeezed my nipples, which were hard little buds, eager for his touch. With his other hand, he reached around and began rubbing my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure roaring through my body. My cheek was pressed flat against the glass, my ass pressed firmly into his groin. I couldn’t control the groans that came from me; there was something animalistic, guttural about them, but they only seemed to turn him on more. My breath came in short, raspy gasps as his cock pulsed inside me. His tongue traced a slow trail from my neck to my ear and then back again.

“I’ve missed this, sweet angel.”

“I’ve missed you too,” I said with a gasp. “Please don’t stop, Luke. I’m so…close.”

“I know, baby. I won’t stop. I can’t. I want you to come for me.”

Luke growled once more in my ear before pulling his head away and thrusting harder. His finger continued to swirl over my clit, and my entire body tensed and relaxed, tensed and relaxed. The pleasure waves happened over and over, and the feelings continued to build inside me, so intense that I felt like a volcano, ready to erupt any minute. I held my breath as the first wave of climax rushed through my body. I finally found my voice and let out a long moan when the second wave coursed through me. My limbs sagged against the glass, for that explosion had drained me of all strength, and I was completely absorbed by the ecstatic pleasure shooting through me.

Luke’s breathing quickened, and he grabbed my hips as he thrust himself deeper and harder. I couldn’t see his face, but I knew he was gritting his teeth and squeezing his eyes shut as he pounded into me.

“Fuck!” he shouted as he came, and his hips trembled and shook against my backside.

Completely drained, he slumped against me, both of us still breathing heavily, our skin slick with sweat. He withdrew himself, pulled the condom off and threw it away, then he scooped me up and carried me over to the couch. His arms were strong, even after such exertion, and he carried me as though I weighed nothing. He laid me down gently and sat down next to me, curling his body against my own. I let my eyes close, welcoming sleep, knowing how satisfying and restorative it would be after having an Earth-shattering experience like that.

“Thank you,” I said. “That was—”

“Amazing?”

His voice was a warm vibration I could feel in his chest. He kissed me before I could answer, then ran his fingers lightly down my arm, calling forth a whole new round of goosebumps. I absolutely adored him, my small town boy, and there he was, back in my arms. I turned to face him so we could kiss properly. He let out a soft groan, pulled me as close to him as possible, and we continued to explore each other’s mouths.

Sometime later, we fell asleep in each other’s arms, completely nude and completely satisfied.

Chapter 11

The next morning, Luke brought me the newspaper. “Check this out, Jay,” he said. “We made the front page.”

I smiled as I snatched the paper and looked down at it. “Oh my gosh! So…we’re officially America’s sweethearts.”

“Adorable, isn’t it?”

I smiled. “Your PR people are gonna be thrilled.”

“Yeah, I can imagine Liz’s PowerPoint now. It’ll be like ninth-grade health class all over again, warning us of all the dangers.”

I laughed, got up, and quickly got dressed.

Our romantic, wonderful weekend continued, and I had never been so glad to lose a pool bet before. We spent a wonderful day walking in New York City and had a lovely lunch on the terrace. We even stopped and saw my father. It was great to see him, as always, but his bedside nurse told me he wasn’t eating well at all.

“Save the lecture, darling,” my dad said. “But to what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you both together, holding hands?” he asked, smiling at us.

I smiled and blushed as I looked down at our entwined fingers. It felt so natural that I didn’t even realize we were holding hands. “I, uh…” I stuttered, looking back up at my father.

“Are you two officially back together?” he asked.

“We’re just going to see where it goes,” I said.

“I hope it takes you down the aisle and leads to some gorgeous grandchildren.”

We laughed.

“I’ve never seen you two so happy,” he said. “This is the best present ever. Nothing could make me happier.”

“Thanks, Dad. It’s good to see you smile.”

We talked with Dad for a while longer, then went out to see more of the big city.

***

At nightfall, Luke told me he had another surprise for me.

“What is it?” I asked, biting my lip and wondering what marvelous thing he had in store for me.

The next thing I knew, I was out on the water, aboard the most amazing boat I’d ever seen. I’d never stepped foot on a yacht before, and it made me feel like a real VIP. I couldn’t believe where I was, and I certainly wasn’t used to so much attention being lavished on me.

Music played softly, and while it was breezy, it wasn’t so chilly that I needed a jacket. In fact, the cool draft felt fantastic on my face. We enjoyed a candlelight dinner under the stars as we leisurely cruised down the Hudson River. A vase of red roses sat in the middle of the table, making the whole thing even more romantic. I took in the New York City skyline, and we had a great view of the Empire State Building and the Statue of Liberty. We sipped champagne and laughed nonstop. No matter how much time had elapsed before we ran into one another again, I was still so at ease with Luke.

“The city is magical,” I said. “This river view at night is just astounding.”

“Not as astounding or magical as you,” he said.

Taken by the glorious view and the flickering candlelight and the glimmer of his eyes, I leaned over to kiss him. It was slow at first, with just our lips touching, but the kissing grew in intensity. Our mouths moved together in perfect unison, as though we were practicing some choreographed routine. Our tongues intertwined, and we both groaned softly. Luke tasted tantalizing and familiar, and I wanted more—a whole lot more. His hands tangled in my hair, and I ran mine over his shoulders, his chest, his taut, smooth skin that held his defined muscles in place.

He stood me to my feet and moved his hands down my body, smoothing the knots in my neck and gently massaging my collarbone. He was playful with my breasts, squeezing my nipples just hard enough to make my breath catch in my throat. I tried not to laugh as his fingers lightly whisked over my ticklish flanks, my hips. He hooked those fingers under the top of my panties and slid them down over my thighs, my calves, and I squirmed a little to work my feet free. He tossed them over his shoulder, and they disappeared somewhere on the deck of the boat.

“Luke, what if someone sees us?” I asked, looking around.

“We’re all alone, Jay…just the way I like it. Don’t worry.”

He traced his fingertips back up my legs, pushing my knees apart so he could slide his hand between my legs. Just the feel of his hand there sent a shiver shooting up my spine, and I quivered in anticipation. He pulled back from the kiss, brushing his lips against my jaw, then moved his mouth down my neck and nipped at the hollow of my collarbone. All the while, he kept his hand between my legs, and he easily slipped one finger inside me. I gasped as he slid that finger in even deeper and started rubbing his palm languorously against my clit. It was such a delicious sensation. My hips started to move of their own volition, it seemed, swaying and rocking against his hand, my body suddenly overwhelmed with a primal desire to pull him in as far and deep as he could possibly go. Little whimpers escaped my throat every time he slid his finger out and back in, and I bucked my hips against him, urging him farther, begging him to go harder.

He began alternating the kisses on my neck with little bites, taking the delicate skin between his teeth and applying just the right amount of pressure, then releasing it and pressing his mouth against me, applying pressure with his lips. I could only imagine the little display of hickeys I’d discover the next morning, but they would be my personal souvenirs, little jewels to remind me of our passionate encounter—not that I would ever forget anyway.

“Do you have any idea how fucking bad I want you?” he growled with his voice right next to my ear, his breath warm and ticklish. “Do you know how fucking hot you are?”

“No one makes me feel sexier than you do,” I whispered. It was entirely true, for when I was with Luke, I felt like the most beautiful woman in the world, like the only woman in the world. “I want you so bad.”

“Don’t worry, baby,” he said. “You’ll have me—all of me.”

Suddenly, he slid his finger out and pulled his hand away completely. The swirling sensation that had been steadily building in my very core began to ebb. He rocked back, knelt down, and tugged at the waistband of his pants. He quickly, almost angrily pushed them down over his hips and wiggled out of his boxer briefs. His cock sprang out, and at the mere sight of it, all those feelings and urges that had started to ebb came rushing back to me. He discarded his pants and boxers in the same manner he’d done with my panties, then reached over to grab a condom he’d cleverly hidden beneath a plate of grapes. He used his teeth to tear the corner off the gold wrapper, then pulled the condom out and tossed the foil trash into the metal pail of ice. He held his hand out and looked at me teasingly.