PPov
A thousand things were running through my mind. The most persistent being a little four letter curse word. Because fuck I didn't know what this was. Things like this certainly didn't happen to me. My life was boring. I shouldn't say boring...it was normal. I'd done everything right; My grades had been good in school, I'd flourished in art school and then I'd settled for a well paid job that albeit I wasn't particularly passionate about but it was a good opportunity and I was grateful, I really was. And then there was Jake, I had a steady boyfriend, my teenage sweetheart...oh who was I kidding. Whether I should be or not I was bored.
Boring. Boring. Boring.
'Peyton'
I startled at his voice, semi surprised to find him still standing there because god knows how long it had been since I'd fallen into a silent stupor.
Fuck. Why did he have to be so god damn pretty?
And he just said he wanted me. I'm pretty sure that just came out of his mouth word for word...I want you....or was I cruelly imagining things?
God he was close. When did he get so close? He had to move away.
I had to leave. This wasn't right, I knew that.
His hand touched my face and leaving was suddenly the furthest thing from my mind. Because why would I want to be anywhere but right here? Right or wrong my feet were cemented to the floor.
This was unchartered territory. I'd not had any man touch me asides from Jake...like...ever.
'Let me take care of you' His words hit my lips, caressed them even and I was putty.
Yes. I wanted that. He should do that.
His eyes were so intense as he tilted his head so he was at my height, searching my eyes.
I wondered if he could hear my racing heart because I was pretty certain it was beating as loud as a drum right now.
His nose brushed mine.
Fuck he was close. Too close.
He smelt nice. Unfamiliar but intoxicatingly good.
I closed my eyes. Maybe if I closed my eyes my thoughts would stop whizzing round my head and I could just calm the fuck down.
They didn't stay shut for long though because his lips grazing mine were enough to get them to flicker open in alarm...not alarm... because I wasn't stupid I knew where he'd been headed with his whole leaning in thing. It was more surprise with myself I guess...dismay that I was apparently doing this...that I was actually allowing it to happen.
And even with that realisation I wasn't fucking pulling away.
He made a noise. Somewhere between a whimper and a growl and then his hand that wasn't on my face was on my hip and his lower half was flush against me.
Fuck he was more than close now.
He felt different to Jake. Good different. Wonderful different.
He was taller. Broader. His thigh felt muscular and powerful as it sat slightly in between my legs and I had to press my back against the wall to avoid pushing myself against it.
His tongue sailed across the seam of my lips and my curiosity was quick to get the better of me. I shut my eyes at the sensation, surrendering to my thrumming body.
His fingers dug into my hips as his tongue probed more forcefully and then I was compliantly opening my mouth.
He moaned and fuck it I let myself arch against him.
A part of me had been anticipating a sudden epiphany; that his unfamiliar body caging mine against the wall, his tongue roaming my mouth, all of it would wake me up with a start and put all the reckless thoughts that I'd been having as of late to rest; I was being ridiculous, Jake and I were meant to be together. But that's not what I was experiencing. Because despite this man barely knowing me, he was more accustomed to my roused body than I ever knew even possible.
He pulled away suddenly and I sucked in as much oxygen as humanly possible in preparation to eagerly reconnect our lips but he pressed his forehead against mine, his breath laboured as he gazed into my eyes.
'We need to stop that otherwise I'm going to have to take you up against this wall right now'
Take me. Do it. Have me.
I was up for that. Anything to have his mouth back on mine.
Jake didn't say shit like that. He didn't say anything.
And I didn't know that words could make me throb down there. I was turned on. More than turned on. In fact it was almost humiliating how turned on I was.
'And I don't want our first time to be like that' He husked, his hand rubbing persistently up and down my side, his thumb slightly brushing the underside of my breast with each stroke.
First time. That implied we would be doing this again. And I couldn't be thinking like that. He said he wasn't asking anything but tonight from me. 'You said just tonight'
He smiled. 'Mm. And I plan on having you more than just the once' His voice was gravely and made me swallow thickly. 'I've been thinking about all the things I want to do to you since I saw you at the airport-'
'Airport?' He saw me at the airport? I had no recollection of this meeting and judging by his smirk he knew that too. He didn't elaborate though.
'And I intend on taking my time with you at first'
I was almost panting at his words. I didn't think I could handle slow. Not with the state he had me in already. Then again...the thought of actually being with him...I gulped...it kind of was like my first time in a sense. It would be the first time of doing this with another person. There'd been a time when I'd taken pride in the fact that my grand total of lovers was just the one but now, as Lucas looked at me like he was quite literally going to devour me, I felt naive and like a little girl. Because when I said I didn't do this I hadn't been exaggerating. And he may not either but I was certain his grand total of sexual partners was more than just my lonely one.
'Let me take you upstairs'
Yes. I nodded my head, our noses rubbing together.
But then where we were had me cursing. 'Fuck...we can't. Brooke, I can't just...it's her wedding-'
'And you've been wonderful' He complimented. 'But it's after twelve. Everyone's slowly disappearing upstairs..'
'What if she-'
'She won't notice. She's far too fucking loved up...in fact I doubt they're still out there anyway. Julian's been on a mission for the last hour to steal her away'
I can't seem to think straight.
'I'm right. You know I'm right' He persuasively declared. 'Come on' He sucked on my top lip a little and I took the bait, slipping my tongue into his mouth.
He jerked me back against the wall and I could feel him this time, all of him. Pressing against my stomach and I had the urge to touch him. But I didn't because I didn't want to psyche myself out. But I guess that was futile because I could already tell by the bulge in his pants that was probing against me that he was bigger than Jake. And that freaked me out because I'd always thought Jake were well endowed in that department. But size clearly didn't mean everything because he'd failed to satisfy me in a long time.
His tongue dipped in and out of my mouth and my mind went to obscene places...his face between my legs...him rein-acting what wonderful things his tongue was erotically doing right now... fuck I yearned for it...I don't know if I was taking pity on him or myself when I breathily agreed a few moments later to let him take me upstairs.
'Okay'
He smiled triumphantly. 'Yeah?'
'I wouldn't question it or I might change my mind' I warned. 'God Lucas I...I'm falling apart over here' I confided.
His answering expression was that of amusement and I didn't appreciate it but I didn't have time to linger on it because his hand was abruptly grasping mine and I was being a total girl and thinking how nicely my significantly smaller fingers felt in his.
'I'm going to make you feel so good baby, I promise' He husked into my ear and then he was pulling me away from the wall and practically dragging my wobbly form behind him. And I hoped to god he wasn't lying.
