I have been having a rough few days so I am behind on updating but thanks for everything!
They were watching Pretty Woman. Penelope was very happy she got her way at least once. She was used to always getting outvoted every time they did something together.
"Why is this a romantic movie? She's a hooker, right?" Santi asked as he stuffed some candy in his face.
"Yes, but that's not the point. The point is that he likes her, and only her. Whatever she does doesn't matter," Penelope attempted to explain.
"But he's kind of mean to her, so is it that he falls in love with her, or that he likes her right then and so he's nice to her for a while?" Juan questioned. "Because I have a feeling this didn't even last a year."
Penelope sighed. "It's a movie, Juan. They lived happily ever after for seventy years, and she never had to hook again. The end." She rolled her eyes. She didn't enjoy the movie because it was logical.
"No, I get it. She's just being herself, and at first he is mean, but only because he's hiding from any real emotion. It has nothing to do with her, and then, once she opens up to him, he feels safe to open up too, and that's when they fall in love, and it does last because he realized he needed something real to fight for and not just something as frivolous as a job." Git was sitting on the floor, eyes trained on the screen.
The others were behind him, glancing at each other in amused surprise. They all quieted down and continued to watch the film. Marcos was on a desk chair in the corner, mostly paying attention to his phone. Santi and Juan were on the futon, and Juan was passing a toy football between his hands. Penelope and Luke had also taken the floor but were leaning back against the futon a couple feet from Juan's legs.
Penelope shivered. "Maybe if you had on a whole outfit, you wouldn't be cold," Juan reprimanded her as he pulled the blanket from behind him, handing it over to her. She rolled her eyes but took the blanket, opening it and spreading over her crossed legs and pulling it up to her chest keeping her hands curled at the top, holding it in place.
"Hey, Chica, you going to share that?" Luke whispered in her ear causing her to close her eyes at the sensation of his lips so close to her. She nodded numbly, unfolding the blanket one more time so it would be big enough for both of them.
After a few minutes, Luke moved his hand to her thigh, which he found bare, her short dress riding up when she'd sat cross-legged on the floor. He almost cursed himself. He wanted to touch her, but he also didn't want to do anything too audacious nor do anything to create a problem he wasn't allowed to fix in this house. But he'd be damned if he moved away now, especially since as soon as his fingertips connected with her skin, she shivered again but not from the temperature of the room. He waited a few moments before slowly moving his fingertips back and forth in the small spot he'd created on the patch of skin. He could see her trying to calm herself out of the corner of his eye. Although he was enjoying making her squirm, it was also backfiring. Watching her breathing hitch and feeling her bare thigh only made him want to run his hands further up. He stopped his movements but kept his fingers where they were.
As soon as his hand had found her leg, she felt the immediate rush of liquid to her center. She had no idea how he could do that to her with ease. There were times where he would do something innocuous around the office, and she would find that she'd end up holding her thighs together simply because she knew she'd rather have him there. He knew what he was doing to her, his barely contained smile and bright eyes telling her that he was enjoying making her squirm. When he'd stopped, she was disappointed and relieved all at once. But she saw him narrow his eyes, and she realized that he was trying to keep himself in check too. She bit her lip to contain her delight and put her hand down letting the blanket pool in her lap, stretching her back, poking her chest out as far as it would go. Once she noticed that he glanced at her chest, she stopped the stretch and let her own hand find its way under the blanket towards his knee, letting it settle there as he had done and then running it up his jean clad thigh to his hip bone, making him sit as still as a statue. She smiled. Two could play this game. She did it again slowly. His fingers that he'd softly placed on her thigh were now gripping it.
Once he'd calmed himself after a few more strokes of her hand, he decided he had to make her as tense as he was. He moved his fingers further up her thigh, pushing the dress pooled in the middle of her lap up further as he did. He ran his hand back down towards her knee, and then he slowly let each finger tip crawl upwards until he once again met the fabric of dress, running his fingers lightly, side to side, trailing the horizontal line it made to her inner thigh. She took in a deep breath, feeling herself get even more wet than she'd already been and stilling her hand, forgetting what she had been doing just moments ago.
"Is this movie almost over? Because these two are getting frisky, and I'm not going to watch my sister get felt up," Juan announced to the room, not chancing a glance at the two people sitting by his feet.
Luke stopped his hand immediately but didn't move away, not wanting it to seem too obvious how right Juan was.
"Oh ew, you guys." Marcos stood up and walked up the stairs followed by Santi.
"But the ending is the best part," Git protested, not turning around until Juan threw the football at his head. "Fine, whatever." He got up following Juan to the staircase. "Remember you can't actually penetrate," he reminded them as he ascended the stairs.
The door closed, and the light that momentarily streamed in from the top of the stairs went away. Neither Penelope nor Luke moved or said anything. Luke counted to fifteen, but instead of finding any peace he found that his mind was clouded with images of pounding himself into the woman sitting next to him. He pushed the blanket off of their bodies and twisted her, making her back hit the floor, and in seconds he was over her body, kissing her senseless. He almost reprimanded himself about needing to pull back until he felt her legs open wide, letting him settle in between them. They both let out small moans as his jean clad erection laid over her panty clad clitorus.
She wasn't sure if he could feel the moisture through his jeans or not, but the feeling of him being against her wasn't going to dry it up. She whined as she tried to push up, but one of his hands came to lay on her hip to keep her from moving. She whined again, which made him groan. She wasn't going to win that battle. So instead she did something that was under her control. She brought her hands up to her chest, letting her fingers grip the fabric of the triangles covering her. She pulled them down, hooking them under each breast, leaving her exposed to him. He stopped kissing her and pushed back to get the full view of her now exposed nipples. He let out a lust-filled, strangled sigh before peering up to her face, seeing nothing but lust and a hint of a challenge. He took a mental picture of her chest before letting his mouth latch onto a nipple. He heard her loud moan begin until she brought a hand up to stop it. He moved his mouth to the other breast and then brought his hand up to squeeze the one his mouth had just abandoned before running the pad of his thumb over the now hardened point.
She brought her hand to the button of his shirt, unbuttoning it quickly and pushing it off of his shoulders. Then she let her hands trace the lines that formed a v that led down to his pants before running her hands back up his abs to his chest, running over his nipples and then back down again. He pulled back to see her eyes glazed over with lust. His were heavy-lidded with desire. He finally moved his hips, letting his erection move across her panties, watching her tip her head back, trying to control her moan. Her exposed neck invited him in, and he lightly bit her before moving his lips up close to her ear and feeling her body jerk as he kissed the sensitive spot there.
A small stream of light came through and then an amused voice. "Not in my house," Arturo shouted from the top of the stairs. The door quickly shut, and the small stream of light disappeared.
Both of them were breathing hard. Luke glanced towards the staircase, cursing its existence before turning back to her lust-filled face. He wanted to take her right there, say to hell with the rules, but it wasn't the rules that were keeping him from taking it further. It was his need for her to see this as more than a fun summer. He wanted this to be real. Physical acts don't define love; they intensify it, he said to himself. He made eye contact with her once more, wanting her to know it was him doing this to her. He lowered his mouth and placed a kiss on her right nipple, blowing on it and then bringing the small triangle of fabric up to cover it, before repeating his actions on the other side. He watched her heavy breasts heave as she closed her eyes, calming herself. He pushed off of her, missing her instantly as he did. She sat up with his help and then took his hands to help her stand.
"This is so hard," she murmured. He brought her close to him and let his hips pulse against her leg. "Okay, you've made your point." She bit her lips, peeking down at the bulge she'd just felt on her thigh.
"We need to go to bed before we do something that will get me kicked out on my first night." He kissed her forehead as she closed her eyes, leaning into him. She nodded against his chin and then let him pull her towards the staircase, following him reluctantly. As they shut the door behind them, she glanced towards her bedroom door only a few feet away and then to Juan's door in the other direction. He leaned in putting his hand on her throat and then kissed her again. She melted into his chest returning the kiss with force.
"God, we can hear you! Gross!" Santi said as he came out of Juan's room to walk to his own.
Penelope sighed as she glared at her brother before he quickly disappeared. "Good night, Luke." She examined his face, seeing a gamut of emotion there.
"Good night, Penelope." He let his chin touch her forehead before he let her go. Both of them let their hands touch as they took small steps away from each other until they were too far apart. She gave him a shy smile before walking into her room and shutting the door. He took a deep breath before walking to Juan's room.