Surprise! I know I got two other stories I could've updated but hey this one is speaking to me for the time being so I thought go with it. So a warning. This one gets pretty steamy and it's in Lucas' POV. This takes place two monthes after the last one. I really hope you guys liked it and I especially want to know what you guys thought of his speech. You'll know the one. Anyways heres the next installment. (I own nothing of OTH)
You ever have one of those moments where you have it all figured out and then something happens that turns everything upside down? I just had one of those moments. I'm no prince but I definitely have turned a corner. If it were the old Lucas I would've already fucked Brooke and ruined what we were trying to start by now and she'd probably hate me if I had given in to her whims but that's not what I want. I've actually been enjoying getting to know her and showing her the real me. She's about as dark and deep as I am which wasn't a total shock but a surprise none the less. I'm sitting here waiting for her to show up so we can go over some of the stuff I've been writing. I let it slip last week that I am somewhat of an author and that's when she begged me to show her what I can do. Now an open ended invitation like that can sure stun a guy but I managed to keep my mind out of the gutter long enough to tell her hell no. She said she was going out of town with her brother but when she got back today she wanted to see me and my work. Even over the phone she can do that pout that has come to rule over me and make me crumble to her every whim. Suddenly I'm glad that everyone is out of the house. It's July 4th weekend and Owen is gone with his girl to her parents to New Orleans. Chase is spending the weekend with his family so he won't be back till tomorrow and that means not only do I get the place to myself but Brooke is going to be here any second and I feel like this may have been a mistake. Lately I have been having more trouble keeping my hands to myself and I know I started the whole no sex thing which I thought was very big of me but I'm starting to give. The sound of thunder cracks through the sky followed by low rumbling couples with streaks of light that flash across the dark and ominous skyline and it's obvious that the bright and sunny day we started out with is gone. I'm thinking her coming over might not be too safe so just as I'm about to grab my cell there's a knock on the door. When I swing it open I find the wind got knocked out of me. It's pouring down behind her and I notice she's soaking wet from head to toe. She's got on this belted black dress with buttons down the front that stops above her knees and red pumps. I think it's the red pumps or maybe the way she looks oh so sexy with her hair wet and framing her angelic face that makes me want to tear her clothes off and do what I wanted to do the first night we met back up.
"You gonna stand here and look or get me a towel."
I must've been standing there with my mouth open because I step aside to let her in and she takes her pointer finger and runs it under my chin and my mouth closes. The way her hips move is like one of those pocket watches that moves back and forth in front of your face and you can't help but follow it. Next thing I know those same hips and swaying up the steps and I know where she's going. It doesn't take me long to grab a towel on the way up and when I get to my room she's looking over my desk. I had some pieces picked out for her to read and I clear my throat to let her know I'm there. She turns slightly and gives me that sexy grin that makes me want to grin like an idiot back. I toss her the towel and she catches it.
"So which one is mine to read?"
"All of them."
"Wow you are a busy bee. Okay, which one's first?"
I'm left speechless when she starts to unbutton the very top of her dress and rub that towel over her skin. I can see the very top of her red lace bra underneath and I have to say it's like a fire just got started. I'm stuttering like an idiot and I know she sees me watching. Perhaps that's why being the sexy vixen she is she starts to tease me. One more button is released from its hole and I have to gulp down the groan that was about to get out.
"Something wrong Broody?"
There's that name. She started to call me 'Broody" about a month ago and it drives me insane. I'm not all that Broody but she says I am. She says if she never smiles I'm always frowning. I guess we make quite a pair in that way because the only time either of us smile outside our families is with each other. I gotta put some space between us right now cause if I don't she's going up on that desk and that dress is coming off.
"You want anything to drink?"
"I could go for a vodka red bull."
"Be right back."
As I descend the stair I can't help but picture how beautiful she looks. I know I'm acting like a hormonal teenager but that's what she does to me. Or I could be neither of us have gotten laid in over two fucking months. Longest I've ever gone. I want her. I want her all the time and it makes me feel crazy. I have these vivid dreams about her and when I wake up the only thing I can do is jerk off to get rid of the massive hard on. She doesn't have to even be around to make me get like that. Just the other day when she called and said she was coming back when she said my name and was begging me; 'Please Lucas please, please, please' I got this vision in my head of her saying those exact things while I was on top of her I instantly got hard. Kind of embarrassing when you have to excuse yourself from your mom's presence so you can go rub one out just from talking to the girl. I've even cut back on the serves I do when she's around and started picking up more hours Keith's body shop just so I can feel like less of a waste of her time. She didn't ask me to change or say it even bothers her that I sell dope but I know it does. She told me the other day I was wasting my potential because I was the smartest guy she knows. No one but my inner family circle ever thought much of me but Brooke does. She wants me to open up to her more and I do it willingly because then she opens up to me. I want her to be able to come to me and here lately not just as a really close friend that she sometimes makes out with but as her man. I want to be her man and I know she wants it too it's just I have to be sure I'm not bringing her down. I really like her. I'm done making the drinks and I feel like I got a grip again so I bound back up the stairs and head to my room. Just when I thought I had that grip it was gone again. She's sitting in my chair at the desk with one of my papers in her hand and she's focused on it and nothing else. It's then when she absentmindedly crosses her legs and leans back that I get a glimpse of something I know is going to end in sex but I can't be sure. I could've sworn when she crossed her legs I didn't see panties. There is no way she'd do that to me and be that big of a tease. I have to know so like any red blooded male I strategically place myself in a place where I can get a better look. I put the drink down on the desk and note that she still hasn't buttoned up her dress from earlier. She mumbles out a thanks and I back away to my bed. I sit first watching as her lips move as she skims the pages I put my heart and soul in to. I watch her subtle lip curls up at something funny, or her head nod to something she might agree with. I take a sip of my drink still studying her and watch as she reaches down, still not paying attention to me at all, and removes her heels one by one. She so engrossed with my written words that she has no idea she is inadvertently turning me on. I take notice of how soft her legs look and how well her chest looks stacked up in that bra and I really just want her to be finished so she can look at me and know what's going on in my mind. On some level she has got know what she's doing. Then without warning she leans back in my chair and props her feet up on the bed. Her toes are painted fire engine red. I should've guessed. It's then I notice a new tattoo she has on her ankle. It's a 'B' in Old English. Dare I hope the 'B' is for Broody. Nah. She'd more than likely get an 'L' if it was meant to be for me. I scoot over on the bed to get a better look at her legs and lean back against the window on the backside of my bed. She's still engrossed that she doesn't realize she gave me the perfect view up her dress and I'll be damn if she ain't wearing panties. Damn that's fucking hot. What kind of sick person show up on a man's door step dripping wet, looking fucking hot as ever and wearing a dress with no panties? Brooke Davis the temptress that's who. She knows what she's doing and fuck if she isn't doing it exceptionally well. My hand reaches out and starts to play with her perfect toes. She tries to shake my hand off but I'm not giving up now till she looks at me.
"Stop it Luke I'm trying to read here."
Finally she looks up at me with those racy hazel eyes and I could swear I see it. Right there in her grin she knows that I know she isn't wearing panties. Her eyes drift back to my paper and I take it she wants to play. Alright Pretty Girl, I'll play. She crosses her legs and starts to bounce them a little. I know by now it's one of her nervous habits. She's nervous and I know it now. I watch her again for a minute and then decided to act. I scoot over to her legs a little more so I am siting parallel to her. I pick up one of her ankles and raise it a little and dip my head down a tad to get a better look. She looks up at me and bites that lip of hers as if she is preparing to stifle a moan.
"So no underwear huh?"
"A bothersome thing underwear is. It just ends up getting in the way."
"Couldn't agree with you more. So now that I know this piece of information…what should we do with it."
"I don't know about you but this really hot author gave me a piece to read about the effects of music, moods and reflection of how music can not only boost a mood but influence it. So I'm kind of into that right now."
"Wow, hot author you say."
"Yeah I knew he was special but this," she says waving my paper, "Is phenomenal. He's really good with the words."
"I'm sure he's good with other things." I can't help my hand starts to massage her leg. I'm not too far up. Just on her calf.
"Mmmmm turns out he's really good with his hands. But then again I already knew that."
She's leaned back in the chair all the way now and is enjoying the massage when I decided I need to know what is in that head of hers'.
"So this guy, you said he was special?"
"Yep" she breaths out when I put more pressure into the massage and her eyes are dancing back and forth behind those lids.
"Would a special guy like that be able have a special girl like you?"
"Maybe. Although I'm not all that special."
See there she goes putting herself down and she opens her eyes and gives me that sad smile that I know only means she's not feeling as sexy as she looks right now. I'm about to change that.
"You're right, you're not special. You're something especially rare. You have this exquisite beauty inside and out that any woman put next to you couldn't hope to rival. You beauty is only magnified by your mind. You can quote great authors, appreciate creativity, and contribute so much to the world without even trying and if all that weren't enough, you have this presence about you that could bring any man to his knees in worship of you."
Maybe it was a little much but she's staring at me and I can see her eyes glass over a bit like she's about to cry. She looks over at the desk and places the papers back down. She retracts her legs from my hands and stands. I don't know if it's what she wanted me to do but I move to the edge of the bed to be close to her again. I sit there and she nudges my knees apart and stands in between them. Her fingers start to run over my hair and I find myself leaning in and burying my face in her stomach. The clothes are still wet and it's then I feel her shiver. My hands run up her legs and over the hem of her dress. I lean up to look into her eyes and see the one thing I knew would push me over the edge. She wants me and her eyes are now a dead giveaway. She parts her lips like she wants to say something but then she stops. She wants to urge me on but she doesn't have to. I can feel her desire pulsating under my fingers and I'm not even touching her skin. This is it. This is the moment when I get to have Brooke Davis. Not the cheerleader or the party girl but the real Brooke Davis. The hands that were on her hips move to untie the belt on her dress slowly. I see her chest heave a little when I pull it away. She's still got her hands running through my hair and her eyes are now focused on my hands that are now undoing the buttons on her dress. One by one they open and expose the soft skin I plan to kiss every inch of. Soon the buttons are no more and then I stand, her hands falling to her sides now. I take my palms and run them just under the material and raise them to her shoulders and push back. The dress falls to the floor and the only thing standing in my way of seeing her fully is the red lace bra. Any other time I wouldn't bother but this time I have to take my time. I want her to know that this is what I had been dreaming about for almost the past five years. This vision is what silently consumed me as I stood by on the outside of her life hoping to get the chance to be let in. She lifts her chin to let me know she wants me to kiss her. I do without question because when Brooke Davis needs to be kissed I am happy to do it. My hands move from her now bare shoulders to her back as I effortlessly unhook her bra. I kiss my way from her lips to her shoulder and then the further I move the bra strap down I kiss a path behind it till it falls. I repeat the same action with the other side and feel as her heart quicken with every kiss. I step back to take her in full this time as the bra falls from my hands to my floor. I can't breathe. The woman in front of me is so breathtaking I literally cannot take in one breathe as I gaze on her perfect body. She steps towards me and I realize I am wearing too many clothes but she takes care of that. She pulls at the hem of my shirt and raises it over my head quickly. Her eyes only leave mine for the moment the fabric blocks my view and then I watch as her eyes drop to my skin. She's taking me in as I did her but she'd not done. She steps even closer and places a soft kiss on my chest as she unbuckles my jeans. The kisses are a tease to say the least because I can't stop myself this time from the groan that spills out. I feel her lips curl up as she continues to kiss across my chest slowly. I hear the clank of my jeans and belt hit my hardwood floor and I know what's about to follow.
"I want you Lucas."
Want me, hell she already has me. She has me so fogged up right now I can't tell which way is up anymore. All I see is her. My boxer briefs fall around my ankles and for the first of many times I hope, I take her into my arms. The feeling of her soft skin is enthralling. Nothing else registers but the feeling of those lips sucking feverishly on my neck. I don't know when I did it but she's now propped up on my desk, I got a condom on and I'm standing between her thighs and she's moaning my name and I have no restraint any longer. My basic nature kicks in and I give in to every impulse I ever had for her. My hand is on the back of her neck forcing those luscious lips of hers to give me the taste of ecstasy I longed for. My other hand has a firm grip on her hip because I feel her grabbing my dick and moving it along her already wet slit. Right when I'm about sure she's got me poised for entry I thrust my hips forward. I'm good with the words again but I can't think of any word in the English language that would explain what I felt when I pushed into her for the first time. Nor can I describe the sound that came out of her when she broke away from our kiss to express the pleasure of being entered. I kissed my way back to her neck before I started to move inside her and it feels earth shatteringly good. Her hips are matching me thrust for thrust and from the sounds of rattling things on my desk I need to move this to the bed so without a word I bend down to hooked my arms under her thighs and she wraps her arms around my neck and we're off. I drop my knee down on the bed first to make sure it's where I think it is and when my knee is greeted with the softness of my mattress I fall forward. Her legs are still over my arms so when we fall her legs are up high enough to give me even more room to push inside. Gotta love this girls flexibility because I pretty much have her folded up like a pretzel while I go at it. Again she lets out that sound and this time I question if it's because I'm hurting her but then she starts moaning my name again whatever doubts I had evaporate. I have no idea how long it was before we started working towards our releases because when I'm with her the concept of time is irrelevant. She's biting down on my shoulder and scratching at my back and I swear she's lost the ability to speak full words now. Ego trip I know but it's true for both of us. Soon I start to feel her legs tremble and her screams go up an octave so I can't hear the sound of our skin smacking anymore. She's cuming and it's all I can do to not zone out on her. She looks like my wildest dream as she screams with her mouth wide open as she tries to hang on to me for dear life. She's what I want. I don't want anyone else to be able to see this side of her or hear her scream like this. Only me. I want her to be MINE. When she's coming down I feel like I am going up. The floor feels like it fell out from under me I'm floating and then I crash into this wall but instead of feeling pain I feel absolute pleasure and somewhere in the back of my mind I can hear my grunts and I can feel my lips move but I also hear her screaming once again. When it's all said and done I feel bad because I had it all worked out in my head of the many positions I would bend her body in to when I got to this point with her but all that went out the window and all I could do was give over to the pleasure. It was fucking great. I hear her giggle under me so I bring my eyes back into focus and zero in on that mischievous smile she's giving me.
"What's so funny because laughing is not the usual response I get after that."
"I can see why but that has nothing to do with why I'm laughing."
"So why are you then Pretty Girl?"
We're laying there and it's the most intimate I have ever been with a woman. I want to know everything about her.
"I'm laughing because you said, and I quote, "I fucking love you."
Damn did I say that?
"I did huh."
"Yes you did. No take backs."
I'm not all too sure what to say or do. I just know I feel more vulnerable than I ever have. I'm naked, still inside her and apparently in my sex haze I said I fucking loved her.
"You look a little nervous there Broody."
"Um…I uhh…I-"
"Relax Lucas. It's not like you asked me to marry you or anything."
"Sooooo…"
"Soooooo what?"
"So what do you think?"
What the hell did I just ask? Did depriving myself of sex for so long and then having it make me stupid. I gotta stop talking.
"I think it's okay."
"Okay like you feel the same way?"
Stop fucking talking! Oh god I'm sinking, someone call me or a bolt of lightning strike the damn house.
"I'd say so. I mean I don't just sleep with anyone. I used to but not anymore."
The shit eating grin that I have on my face had to have given me away but I don't care. I'm still hovering over her so it only seems right to dip down and capture her lips in a kiss. She tastes so good right now.
"Just so we're clear…You're mine now."
"I wouldn't have it any other way Broody."
"I hope you don't mind the jealous type because if anyone else touched you I'm breaking arms, legs, noses, whatever."
"I don't mind."
I don't know if this is what it's supposed to feel like but if it is I should've fallen in love with Brooke Davis years ago. Oh wait. I did.
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