Okay folks so bad news. This is the end of Mine and this is the part that leads up to when the first part started. This was fun writing and I'm glad you guys took to this so well. Hope you like the end.
I am an idiot. No scratch that I am a total dumbass. I had the girl. The perfect girl, the girl I had always wanted. I let her slip through my fingers. I know I treated her like shit towards the end. It was all because I had issues with Dan. Dan had pretty much started pushing me to do better on the team, school and stop paying attention the pieces of as on campus. He knew I was dating Brooke but he assumed I was just like him. The man couldn't stay faithful to save his life and after a while of him putting me down, I started to believe it. Not even the love of my Pretty Girl could save me. When Dan threatened to pull his money I stepped up my sales and did whatever I could to make sure I had money for what I needed. I couldn't let her know that I started to feel like the piece of shit guy that everyone saw me as. I didn't want her to see me like that so I started to drink, and smoke way too much and party with Tim and flirt with other girls. I could feel her already pulling away from me and I had just thought it was because she was starting to think I was nothing. Turn out she was pulling away since I was being the colossal ass that was pushing her away. The day I realized she wasn't coming back was when I saw her with her cheer slut friends. I hadn't seen her since the summer and since school started I got busy with assignments, practice and work. I had been wanting to talk to her and it just so happens the first time I see her again she was walking with them while they laughed and she smiled. The smile was familiar. It wasn't her real smile, it was the one that masked her true feelings. She caught my eyes as they walked the quad. She looks lonely in the sea of faces that surround her and I have to kind of hate myself for driving her back to this. I hurt her bad and I know it. I just wish she would talk to me.
Class is so fucking boring today. Since things with me and Brooke went south I find it hard to focus enough to write anything decent. It was like she took all the creativity when she went and it makes me hate what I did to her all the more. She was my angel and I blew it all to hell. We're sitting and about to get in our groups for the assignments when Professor Wakeland comes back in.
"Alright guys it looks like we're going to have some of the students from my other class join us so what we're going to do is since we'll have some numbers we'll pair off. Warez, you are with Chasey. Blotkin, you are with…Smithy. Poplar, I'm putting you with…."
I started to tune him out and go back to my paper I was attempting to write as he paired the rest of the auditorium off and when my name came up I was only half way paying attention.
"and lastly Scott you are with…Davis. Yep that's all kids. Pair off and get started on the assignment. You choose from the topics up here on the board and to follow syllabus rules. Remember I am looking for special, out of the ordinary, non-run of the mill. We get each other. Good. Okay so begin in here or you guys are free to go and brainstorm across the campus. Make me proud kids."
I was still a little not paying attention but when I heard that sexy ass rasp voice I knew exactly who it was.
"Alright, let's get this over with Scott."
I lifted my head to see her standing in front of me as she took a seat right across. I know I was staring and I know how much she hates it but she was so fucking beautiful in those dark denim shorts and Duke T-shirt. Her hair was pulled up into a careless bun and her face was glowing. I almost had to break my own arm from reaching out and brushing a stray hair from her face. She was unpacking her bag and looking for what I assume was a notebook and then she paused when she noticed I was so focused on her. She growled at me and then started slamming things on the desk as she continued to look for the notebook.
"I miss you."
She stopped and looked up at me and I would think she was pissed at what I said. Again she went back to searching the bag when I continued.
"You look really fucking hot today."
I figure a comment like that will get me something other than a glare and I'm right. She scoffs as she blows that stray hair from her face in a frustrated manner.
"You know this is not going to work. Okay so did you jot down the choice of topics?"
I'm gazing into her gorgeous hazel eyes and I swear I can't hear a thing till she started to wave her hand in my face.
"Hello…Earth to asshole."
"What..uh…yeah I got it all down."
"Good. Let's go back to my apartment. I'm sure I left my damn notebook there."
"Okay." I say a little too hasty. To be able to enter the confines of her home again without breaking and entering was promising. She started to pack her bag again as
I watched and when she was finished she sprung up from the chair and left the room. I quickly followed and caught up to her in the quad on the way to the parking lot.
"Where's your car?"
"Uh the stangs on the front row over there."
She starts to make her way to it and I am hypnotized by the way her hips sway and damn if she doesn't get fired up. I'm in her presence for a total of five minutes and already the fantasies are pouring in.
"You remember the way don't you?"
"Yeah, like the back of my hand."
"Good, well lets go. I can at least get lunch started while we pick the topic."
"Is Brooke Davis going to feed me?"
"No. My boyfriend is coming over for lunch after his class and I wanted to make him something to eat."
"I remember-"
"Let's not go down memory lane shall we. It's obvious that whatever it was we had should stay buried in the past."
We make it to my car and I stop to look at her over the hood of my car. She goes to open the door but when it won't open she looks back over at me.
"Well what if I tell you it's not buried in the past but alive and kicking?"
"I'd say that bridge was burned a while ago Scott."
"You still smoke?"
"On and off. Really bad habit. Attracts the wrong kinds of characters."
"I got a dime bag we could smoke. Helps with the creativity."
"If you say so."
I unlock her door and we get in and set off to her apartment. The whole way there my eyes would drift over to her legs, those legs were like gold. I could remember ripping them apart and plunging into her many a time in this very car. God the backseat sex was incredible.
"Stop doing that."
My eyes make their way up her legs to her thighs and I decided to skip the rest and look into those gorgeous eyes.
"What?"
"Stop looking at me like that. You made your choice so stop looking at me like I'm the one you want."
"But you are."
"No I'm not Luke. I never was. I was the girl you fantasized about and when you got me you lost your attraction."
"That's not what happened."
"Really, so I didn't see you eye fucking every easy slut that crossed your path or see you with your tongue down that cheap version of a blow up dolls throat."
"Look I'm not going to act like what I did was okay-"
"You're damn right it wasn't but let's not hash this out, seriously there is no need."
She slumped in her chair and looked out the window. Maybe it was wishful thinking that I saw a tear looming behind her eyes.
When we make it to her apartment she practically jumps from the moving car to run up the stairs and make it into the door. I'm sure that if we didn't have an assignment to work on together she probably would've shut the door in my face, however when I get to the top of the stairs the door is open. I walk into the familiar home and instantly remember the first morning I woke up here on her couch and she walked in in just her underwear. I remember thinking how fucking amazing she looked in the mornings and how I would've given anything to feel my skin against hers. Her slamming a book to my chest jarred me from my fond memories. I vote lust, it seemed to be one of the sins you were best at."
The assignment had been to pick apart the sins of man and relate them to real life events. They were also to describe the reason the sin was classified as a sin in the first place and what impact it has on man kind.
"If it's any consolation the only one I truly lusted after was you."
"Please, that does little to console my feelings."
"Then what will?"
"Nothing. Is that what you want? For me to tell you to stop trying? Because I really wish you would."
"This isn't me trying and you know it."
"No I don't know anything when it comes to you! I thought I did but I came to the realization I never knew you at all."
She turned on her heels to put whatever distance she could between them and find that damn notebook I assume but there was no way I was just going to let her just walk away. She was upset that I hurt her, she was hating she showed me she still was hurt because it meant she still cared but most of all it was all she would have to show for me to go for it. And so I did. I reached out and grabbed her wrist and yank her back to me. Right where she belongs. Her lips are trembling as she looks up at me and I wait for her to push away or struggle but I feel nothing. My free hand reaches up to brush across her cheek and drift down to her soft inviting lips. It's been so long, too long, since I've tasted them. I want her. There's no question about that. The only thing I do question is whether or not this is right. Of course if I push this I have no doubt I could make her fall for me again but is this what she really wants? I feel her start to back away from me and the doubts I spoke of before are pushed to the back of my mind because I don't care. I don't care if this is right, it's what is about to happen. I rush forward collecting her up in my arms and her legs wrap around me and it's like the sweetest dream. We fit together and it's in the most sinful way possible. Before the fog of desire can clear I look down and there she is underneath me on her bed. I have no fucking clue as to when we got back here or even remember laying her down but as I look into those warm hazel eyes nothing else matters. It's almost strange to see her eyes filled with anything else other than contempt now and days. I missed her. I feel her hand slink up my arm and she's looking at me as if to see what I will do next. It's now or never and I pick now. I drop my body to lay on top of hers and if feels amazing when her legs part and I lay against her core. I crave her heat like a man out in the cold because that exactly what I am. Our lips are battling for supremacy and before I know it I won. She gives into submission when I feel her roll her hips up into me and she moans, no whimpers for me. She wants it so fucking bad and I plan to give it to her till she's sore or I'm numb. Her fingers are running all over me and it's right at this second I can't take anymore. I lean up so she can rip the shirt from my body and do the same to hers and her shorts and my jeans soon follow. We're rolling around on her sheets now aimlessly with no destination other than sex. I'm propped up on one of my hands while I trail my other one down her body as she kisses her way across my neck and when my hand reach her bra I grasp it gently at first, feeling her moan vibrate against my skin. She loves the way I touch her. I can tell when her teeth graze against my neck when I squeeze a little harder. When she bites I rock my hard dick into her and she almost gasps out my name but I know even now she's still holding back. She doesn't want this to be love or for me to make love to her. She wants me to fuck her. Fine if that's all this is I can deal with that for now. So with that in mind I shift up and practically rip her bra and panties from her body before I shove my boxers past my hips. She moves to grab a trusty protective friend from her night stand and hands it to me. We then have a silent conversation with our eyes. I'm okay with condoms but towards the end I got used to not using them with her so I know my eyes are looking at her like 'do we really have to use that' and she's looking back at me like 'put this shit on or no pussy' and I'm back to looking like 'please' and she ends the conversation with 'I'm about to get up if you don't and then your ass can leave' to which I take the damn thing and slip it on. I give her the little ounce of control on that because in just a few seconds I'm about to dominate her. She leans her head back and her hair fans over the pillow and it almost take my breath away how fucking gorgeous she is. She bites her lip and is looking up at me waiting for the shit to jump off and she has no idea how crazy this is going to get. I reach down to rub over her folds to see if we need to get her ready but I find it almost mind blowing how wet she already is for me. Normally I'd lick her first, just to drive her crazy but the look in her eyes tells me we don't have time for that so I relent. I drive in with ease and she screams, not moans, not gasps but screams. I'm sure if Rachel were home she'd know exactly what we were doing because I wasn't exactly gentle. I pull out only to plunge back in and now I have not one plausible thought in my mind. I can't think. The feel of her walls quivering around me makes it hard to concentrate and if it weren't hard enough as I thrust in to her as hard as I can she's scratching the shit out off my back and trying to muffle her moans of ecstasy by biting down on my shoulder. I can't help but get lost in the thrusts, scratches, moans, pants, and everything else but it's when she started to push her hips up to force me deeper I can't take it. I manage to snake a hand down between us because I'm not sure if she's there yet but I know it is only a matter of seconds before I hit mine so I lean back to watch the view and help her along. I can see my hips move along with hers and I start to flick my fingers over her bud. Then when that gets old I just start rubbing her clit like a mad man while I pound her and I start to feel the beginnings of her orgasm. It's always the same. Her breath will get short, her legs will start to tense up right along with her stomach muscles and then the trembling will start. Right on cue she starts to erupt before me and her mouth is wide open letting whatever will come spill out whether it be a moan or a scream. Her shaking body throws me over my own edge and then then like millions of times before I can only hang on for the wild ride. Our bodies are still going as we both enjoy the blissed out state and slowly we both come down together. I roll off to the side to catch my breath because I can't stand to look down at her any longer knowing that in a moment she's going to make me leave her. I don't want to but I better start getting ready. Just as I thought she taps me on my chest.
"That was good."
"That was more than good."
"Okay it was more than good."
"It was just like old times."
"Not quite. Old times would be we'd lay here and I'd fall asleep in your arms but that's not what's about to happen."
"It could if you wanted it to."
"Not on your life Scott."
"I'm serious."
"I'm sure you think so."
"Brooke-"
"Lucas, listen to me. This was like one of those lapse in judgment where you wish you could've been stronger and resisted but you didn't."
"So this meant nothing to you?"
I actually wait to hear her say the words but I know damn well she won't say a thing. She'll just shrug and roll out of bed and start to get dressed.
"I'm not some monster Luke."
It surprises me the way she said it. It was so soft and almost drowned with pain. I know she'd never fuck me to hurt me but that's exactly what this did. It hurt.
"I have a class I need to get ready for. You should go."
Instantly I wonder what happened to the boyfriend coming over but decided now isn't the best time to bring that up.
"You need a ride back to campus?
"No. I'm good."
She rolls away when I try to reach for her and she gets up from the bed. I watch her exposed body wander to the bathroom and hear the water turn on but then she comes back out. I'm still laying on the bed trying to will myself to go but I seem to have some trouble.
"I just figure I need to say this so we don't have any misunderstandings Luke."
Here it comes.
"This was a one-time thing. I have a boyfriend now and I have no intention of leaving him so whatever this was that we fell back in to…it was a one-time thing."
It was almost like she was trying to convince herself. It wasn't wishful thinking on my part this time. This time I know that if I push…she'll cave. I decided not to though. I get up and start to dress without even looking her in the eye. I know she's watching and I know she wants me to put up some fight but I'm not going to. Game on Brooke Davis.
We finish the assignment fast enough the next day, only minimal awkwardness. That time she asked to meet at the library. I know she thinks this is safe enough but she's mistaken because the second she tried to leave I'm on her. Luckily we were in one of those back study rooms with the door closed and no one would see how I picked her up and dropped her on the table and started to kiss her lips with all the force I wanted. She didn't fight it. She didn't try. She only said 'this is the last time'. Yeah right. That day I opted to just tongue fuck her. I felt like if I didn't give her what she really wanted I could coax her back to me. I had her sprawled out on that table with her legs hanging off the side of the table and tossed over my shoulder. I worked her so good she almost took a chunk of hair out of my head when I spun my tongue around her clit and she came. It was loud. So loud I'm sure the librarian heard us but I didn't care. I had my Pretty Girl and that was all that mattered. When I was done I just stood up, wiped my mouth on my forearm and smirked. I pulled her skirt back down and started to get my things together.
"What no return on the favor?"
"Not this time Pretty Girl."
I look of briefly to see she has this hurt expression on her face. I'm not sure why but I know if I stay it will only mean trouble. So I left. I made it back here to my house just as Jake is about to walk out the door with none other than my favorite red head Rachel.
"Well, when did this happen?"
"Hey man, you aren't the only one that can pull a hottie."
"Aww Jake, flattery will get you everywhere" Rachel says as she grabs Jakes shirt and pulls him in close for a kiss. Damn I miss having a girl.
"We were just about to head out so the place is all yours for the night."
"Where's Owen?"
"He's got some overnight thing in Charleston. Something about a bar. Anyway no wild parties while I'm gone Luke."
"You know I know better than to party without you man."
"Good man. I'll see you later."
"Bye Luke. Try and stay out of trouble" Rachel says as Jake pulls her away.
I'm alone. I remember when I used to kill for moments like these but now that I know what it felt like to have her love me, just love me for no damn reason other than she could, I find myself feeling alone and empty. I hear the doorbell and decided to ignore it. I want to wallow in my loneliness for a change. That is till my cell rings. I look down to see a number I don't recognize and something tells me to answer it.
"Hello."
"Hey."
One syllable, that's all it takes for me to recognize that raspy voice that haunts my dreams.
"Brooke?"
"Yeah, it's me. Come open the door."
"That's you downstairs?"
"Yes asshole now come open the door."
She hangs up and I all but sprint down the stairs, forgetting the fact I don't have a shirt on. All I want to do in this moment is take her in. I swing the door open and there she is. She's standing in my door way looking so vulnerable and lost. I notice the way her skirt falls on her thighs and how her green haulter brings out the life in her skin and then I notice the red tinge in her eyes. Either she's high or she's been crying.
"You gonna let me in?"
Crying. I can tell by the way her voice sounds cracked. I should've noticed it over the phone a second ago, I made her cry enough times to know.
"You got anything?" She asks as she walks into the living room. I watch as she flops down on the couch and looks back at me waiting for an answer.
"Yeah I got something."
"is it any good?"
"You know I only have the best."
"Good. Cause I really need to smoke right now."
I hop up the stairs and grab my smoke bag and snatch up my papers with it and head back downstairs. When I hit the landing I look over to see she has now pulled her legs up into her chest and wrapped her arms around them protectively as she rests her chin on her knees.
"Something you want to tell me?"
She looks over to see I'm back but doesn't respond. Now I'm worried.
"Brooke… did he do something to you?"
"Depends on what 'he' you're referring to."
"Pretty Girl-"
"STOP CALLING ME THAT!"
I'm shocked into silence. I'm not sure what I said or did to piss her off but I'm sure she's about to tell me.
"YOU"RE NOT SUPPOSED TO CALL ME THAT ANYMORE!"
"Why not?"
"Because…because that name meant something to me."
"It means something to me too."
"No it didn't, and I don't want you tainting my memories of that name."
"Brooke baby-"
"Lucas I didn't come here for you to-"
"I get it, you came here to smoke so fine but don't think you can just show up at my door and ask for shit and not expect me to feel things when I'm around you!"
"What the hell could you possibly feel other than a hard on? Let's not kid ourselves here Luke, you don't want me you just want to fuck me."
"That's not true and you know it."
"It is true. You pull me back with those damn eyes, the way you kiss and that stupid nickname and then I get all emotional and then you just leave me there at the library-by the way what the hell was that!"
"I was giving you what you wanted!"
"What I wanted was for you to fight for me!"
"I am!"
"Not now! Now is too late! I wanted you to be the boy in that letter and tell me how he felt instead of pushing me away. I was hanging on for dear life Lucas but it never seemed like you really needed me."
"I did- I do need you. I'm not happy Brooke. I haven't been happy since you left and I miss you like crazy and it's not just about the sex. I miss how you used to have my back, loved me, supported me and made me laugh. I miss the having a piece of you no one else had and most of all I miss loving you. I miss not being able to hold you or do stupid romantic shit for you and write love letters to you-"
"I've heard enough." She goes to get up from the couch and brush past me but I can't let her get away. So what do I do? I grab her and throw her over my shoulder and book it up the stairs before she even gets to realize what I'm doing. By the time she's started to beat on my back and wildly kick we're already in my room. Her screaming to be let down is loud and boisterous. I finally drop her on the bed and head to my door to lock it and then I put the key above the doorframe where I know she can't reach it. Gotta love these old houses.
"Lucas Scott you let me out of here right now!" She all but screamed bloody murder as she punched at any available body part of mine she could reach.
"Not until this is over."
"This is over, did you forget!"
"No I didn't forget but I need to tell you what was going on. It was never you. I did take your love for granted but it was never you. I loved you so much that when Dan started to ride my ass about everything I felt like I didn't deserve you."
"Didn't deserve me, funny. I tend to agree with you now."
"Will you let me finish?"
"Fine" she said as she crossed her arm in a huff and plopped back down on the bed.
"Baby I never wanted you to feel like you were settling for me but every time I turn around it was like I was disappointing you."
It was true that I was a stoner, I played ball, did mediocre in my classes except English and I sold dope and didn't even have a real major. I was going nowhere fast and Brooke was like that star that I thought was fizzling out by being stuck with me. I started to resent her for staying with me after Dan all but told me that a girl like her must be cheating and only with me for the free smoke. I know I should never have listened to Dan but there had been a few times when I swear I saw her flirting with some guys and I blew it way out of proportion. She didn't deserve it. I was selfish and feeling sorry for myself and didn't want her to just one day leave me and not see it coming.
"You know what Lucas I am not about to sit here while you rewrite history. I was never disappointed in you. I was so proud that I had a guy I though loved me until he started acting like I was nothing but a bothersome booty call. Why the hell you ever gave what Dan ever said any merit in our relationship is so beyond me but most of all even if I was setting that was my damn choice!"
"I know it was real shitty of me to start treating you like I did-"
"You mean like you are now?"
"What?"
"You may not remember this in your many episodes of being drunk and high but you mostly wanted to only talk or touch me to fuck and then when you were done you'd get up and walk away."
Now Lucas understood why she looked so hurt back at the library. He never meant for her to feel like that.
"Brooke-"
"No Lucas I am so done with this whole please forgive me speech you got going on here, it's really old."
"Then why did you come?"
"I came to tell you to stay hell away from me and that today, in the library, was the last-"
Before she could finish I had to kiss her. I couldn't let it be the last time I held her, kissed her, made love to her. I needed more and now I was willing to admit it. Letting her go was not an option. That night I made love to her for hours up in my room until the next day when I awoke to the sound of crunching paper as I rolled over. Somehow she managed to sneak my chair over to the door and swipe the key and let herself out and left a note. All it said was 'leave me the hell alone'. I balled it up and tossed it over across the room. I knew that later on I'd find a way to cross our paths and when we did I'd fuck once again, for the last time.
So a whole weekend passes and this is how the week went:
Monday. I woke up and got ready for class and when I got down stairs she was there sitting on my car. So much for leaving her alone. She said she wanted a ride to class but I knew what she wanted. As soon as we got to school she started kissing on my neck and somehow she managed to pull me into the back seat and we got pretty hot and heavy. We didn't fuck that day but I did get to taste her. That was all I could ask for. I ripped her jean shorts down along with the blue boy-short panties I used to go crazy for and I take my thumbs and part her lips so I can get to my ultimate prize. When she raked her fingers across my scalp after I suck on her clit I know I have her where I want her. She parts her legs for me and she's open as wide as she can get for me as I mercilessly tease her bud with short strokes of my tongue. I make sure to keep them soft and quick because those are the ones that get her super worked up. Want her to be as worked up as possible. It only takes a few flicks of my tongue and she's moaning my name like her life depends on it. Moments pass and her thighs start to tremble around my head. I keep on flicking at her sensitive bud just to prolong her nut because I want to keep this moment with her for as long as I can. We parted ways and she didn't say a damn thing about next time or that time being the last. We both knew it would've been bullshit.
Tuesday comes and I don't hear from her at all. I try to call her but she just ignores my calls and they roll over to her voicemail. I forget how she sounds when she's sweet. 'you've got Brooke's phone, leave message with your dirty intentions and I'll call you back. No threesomes please'. What kind of woman had a voicemail like that? Brooke Davis, that's who. I call a few times without leaving a message and just decide to give up. By the end of the day practice has my ass worn out anyway. I spent most of it watching her and the rest of the cheerleaders stretch and damn if my baby don't look sexy as hell. I try to correct myself because I know she's not my baby but I really want her to be again. The entire practice she doesn't look at me. She's looking at Felix, cheering for Felix, Blowing kisses at Felix and giggling like one of those dumb bitches. I can't help but wonder if she likes him so much why the hell would she even let me touch her. Mr. fucking wonderful has got to be doing all he can to make her happy and it's kind of now I think she's probably not fucking him yet. I smile at that fact and look over at her still doing everything she can to ignore me. I can't wait to ask her if my idea is true and if it is then I really do have a shot to get her back. I may not be the ass anymore but as a man I have no problem using sex to reel her back in.
Wednesday rolls around and for a hump day it's okay. I only had two classes that day and right when I was leaving I get a text from her askin' me if I'm busy. I respond back fairly quickly telling her I'm never too busy for her with a winking smile and she just texts me back saying to come over. When I get there I don't even have time to say hi before she has the door swung open and her lips are attacking mine. It only takes me a second to respond back with as much power and pick her up and take her inside, kicking the door shut as I go in. I fucked her on the kitchen counter before we moved to the couch and finally we ended up back in her bedroom. It shocked me when she didn't throw me out right away but she only let me stay for a smoke break, food and a shower and then threw me out.
Thursday was another one of her MIA days and I found myself kind of aching to be with her. She had found a way back under my skin and now I didn't know how to not want her all the time. I didn't bother calling because I knew she wouldn't answer. She was using me for her own physical pleasure and I was starting to feel like I wanted more, that was till I ran across her and her "boyfriend" on campus that day. They were all hugged up at a table in the quad alone and he was kissing her neck while she did that sexy giggle that can be such a turn on at times. She was teasing him with kisses on his lips and neck and letting her hands drift all over his body and the entire time I couldn't look away but it felt like I wanted to go over there and break that fuckers face and snatch her up and fuck her right there in his face. If only he knew that just the other day I had her screaming while I pounded her from behind. It's memories like that that make me smile. When she looked over at me I knew from the smirk on her face she had been doing all of that for my benefit. It was also then I decided that when, not if, but when she called me up again for a little nookie I was going to tease the shit out of her. I got up and walked past them and didn't let any emotion play on my face. I know she was watching me so I did what I do best, I played her game. Right before I walked out I started up a conversation with this cute sophomore I had seen before in one of my classes and I flirted my ass off. I did the light touches on her arm, the long stares, the smirk the deep laugh and compliment after compliment and if I had been after this girl for real I'd have her eating out the palm of my hand but instead I got the desired reaction. I get up to leave and glance over my shoulder and catch eyes with the sexy brunette who is sporting a scowl on her gorgeous face and all but shoving her "boyfriend" off of her. I turn back and walk away and not ten minutes later my phone starts to go off. Bingo.
"What can I do for you sexy?"
"Don't you sexy me you asshole. What the hell was that?"
"I'm sorry what?" I say playing dumb.
"You know what the fuck I'm talking about Lucas. That girl in there was practically ready for you to fuck her on the table."
"Two things Pretty Girl, one there's only one girl I fuck on tables and that's you and two, if I'm not mistaken you looked a little too busy back there to care about what I was doing."
"Don't even think about throwing that in my face. He's my boyfriend."
"Then don't come being pissed if I go find it somewhere else when you're busy."
"Fuck you Lucas."
"I know you love to Brooke but-"
"No really, fuck you."
And with that she hangs up and I don't hear anything else from her for the rest of the day.
Got to love Fridays. It's the last day of the week and today I decided to skip my classes in favor of starting my weekend early. I got a few girls in each of my classes that take notes and will email them to me later so I won't get behind. I got up this morning and fully intended to go re-up and get some of this cush that's been going around but the guy I buy from wasn't answering his phone. Instead against my better judgment I send off a text to my favorite vixen to see where her head is at today.
Feelin' lonely, wanna cum ovr
She responds back a lot faster than I expected. I almost debate in my head to read it because I don't know if what she says back is going to make me happy or hurt. I decide to read it because even if it is hurtful, it's better than her ignoring me.
Sure. B there n 20
Well that was easy. I send another text back a quick okay and I get to work. I know one thing I could do that she isn't expecting is to have food ready. I quickly get on the chocolate chip pancakes, her favorite, and while that's cooking I throw some bacon in the skillet and start the coffee. Either she's going to laugh in my face at this little gesture or find it sweet and open back up to me a little more. I'm hoping it's the latter. Just as the last pancake is being flipped she rings the bell and I yell to her it's open. When she calls out to me I yell that I'm in the kitchen. I know she's seen the table I have set with her favorite flowers in the middle as she walks to the kitchen.
"What's all that out there?"
"Just a little something for you."
"Man it smells good in here."
"Just a few of your favorites."
I don't turn around yet as we talk because I want this to sink in for her that this is more that just a booty call. When I do turn around She leaned on the counter and looking at me kind of confused.
"What? I just thought you'd be hungry and since it's early I'm sure you didn't have your coffee yet."
"Lucas what are you-"
"Hey, no need to get all serious on my pretty girl. I just wanted to do something nice for you. Now, the foods done, you just go have a seat and I'm bring it out for you. Oh grab the syrup."
It's obvious to me that through the entire meal she's staring at me but eating the food. Even though she's not getting what I'm doing she's not going to say no to the pancakes.
"So if you're done I have something for you."
She lifts that cute little eye brow and waits for me to finish.
"I got this thing, a letter, that I was hoping you'd read."
I watch her face soften for a moment and then harden. I knew she wouldn't make this easy. She's pushing away from the table and getting up to go but before she does I catch her at the door.
"Brooke-"
"No Lucas. I mean what the hell is all this. I am not some random girl you can just put the moves on and- you know what it doesn't matter. I'm outta here."
"NO!"
I know I sound like a baby, my little sister to be exact but I am not letting her just walk away.
"You are going to stay here, we're going to chill and then if the mood strikes us we'll fuck but what is not going to happen is you walk out of here just because you're scared."
"Scared of what? You? Please."
"Then stay and hang out."
"We don't 'hang out' Lucas. We make random calls to each other to get off and then we go on about our separate days."
"That may be what you think but Brooke I got the whole day and nothing to do and I want to spend it with you."
"Too bad my life doesn't revolve around you anymore Lucas I have-"
"Not a damn thing to do. Not really. So you got a couple classes in the morning and nothing after that. Maybe practice but you can still chill with me."
"What if I don't want to?"
"Then don't but we both know you do, otherwise you wouldn't have stayed this long. Come on, just stay."
She debates it and I know she's hating that the part of her that wants to stay is winning but I'm glad it did when she lowers her shoulders and walks up the stairs to what I assume is my room. When I get there she's thumbing through my dvd collection and deciding on what to watch. She hates there's nothing on TV on Friday mornings so her usual thing to do was to pick out a movie and watch it while we just laid in bed together. Comedy is her usual pick and I already know it's what she's going to have in her hand before she even spins around. I brought the coffee up with me because she loves her coffee and will drink that shit till she's as wired as can be.
"So I'm thinking something funny."
"Big surprise there."
"Or maybe some porn."
I have to say that shocked and turned me on at the same time. Not sure which one won out.
The loud sounds of a woman groaning in pleasure coupled with the sounds of persistent slapping fill the air and all I can do is keep my eyes glued to the screen. I know why she picked porn and it's kind of cruel. She wants to get me worked up and turn this into something dirty but I am determined to not react the way she wants. That said she is making it really hard. She on the bed cuddled up next to me and rubbing against me a little and her lips gently kissing a path to my lips from my neck and it's taking everything in me not to turn and kiss her. Somehow I manage to pick the remote up and turn the channel back to TV and oddly enough she grunts in frustration.
"Turn it back on."
"No. If you want to watch porn than you can go and watch it with your boyfriend."
I try to get up but she just straddles me. I don't fight it I just let it happen. She leans down and places a soft kiss on my lips and I try to restrain myself. I can tell by the way her lips move she wants me to react and take control but I'm not. If she wants it she's going to have to work for it. She starts to grind her hips into mine and I swear I am in a losing battle. I want to just roll us over and pin her to the mattress and fuck her senseless but I hold on. She leans back and looks me in the eye and she does the pout. I hate that damn pout. It controls me in a way a man shouldn't be controlled and she knows it controls me. She reaches for the hem of her shirt and lifts it over her head in one quick motion and my eyes are met with the vision of blue satin and lace. It's all I can do to not rip it off her body but I just lean back and take her in and swallow the lump in my throat. My mouth starts to water when she reaches down and undoes the button on her wrap around skirt and she reveals the matching blue satin and lace panties, fucking hot. Here she is perched on my lap and looking like she wants it and I cave. I want her so fucking bad I can't take it anymore. I need her. So it's no surprise my hands work their way up her thighs, up her toned stomach and I palm her breast softly at first and she lets out that moan I love so much. My eyes move from her soft satin covered breast up to her face and she has her head leaned back and enjoying the feel of my thumbs grazing over her nipples underneath the fabric. She starts the grinding again and my hands raise up to her neck and I use that leverage to bring her lips down to mine. Her palms are on my chest and I can feel it when she starts to bunch up the shirt and try to get it off me. She loves the feel of my skin, I can tell because she gets anxious to feel it like I do with hers. My shirt comes away easily and our lips are right back on each other and I'm kissing her like it's the last time. Even though I know it's not I just feel like if I show her how I feel maybe can make some headway. I roll us over and tower over her body and her hand are fumbling to get my jeans unbuttoned and I love the little sounds she's making. I raise up and do away with my jeans as she lifts up to rid herself of the bra. My boxers go with the jeans and I'm standing next to the bed looking down at the woman who still has my heart and she looks like an angel, my angel. I join her back on the bed quick enough and I take my place over her but I can't help but take her left nipple into my mouth and swirl my tongue around it, making it stiffen to my touch. He other nipple soon follows as I lift to switch breasts and tease the other. My hand works its way down her body down to her panties and then my fingers move past the waist band and down into her slippery depths. I slid a finger in slowly, making her arch her body into mind more and just because I need to feel that want from her I kiss my way down her body and when I make it to her panties I move them to the side and she's revealed to my fully. I decided to take the panties off instead so I move back and pulled down her soft legs slowly and them I return to my spot between her legs and I spread her legs even further. I start with the longest lick ever and then probe the lips with my tongue like a spear to get to my spot. She tastes so fucking good I instantly get hard because when she's wet it's the best but even better when she's wet because of me. Her hips are working hard to get me to lose control and I know she just wants me to go crazy but I stay in control. I close my lips around her clit like I've done a million times before but I don't suck hard, just hard enough to make her want more. Her back is arching off the bed and she looks amazing. Her hands grip the top of my head and she starts to pull my face into her harder. I follow her direction and start to suck and lick away at her with my ultimate goal being for her to fall apart. She starts grinding into my mouth and before I know it I feel the muscles in her legs and stomach tense up and she starts to yell out in what sounds like agony and pleasure. I keep going till I know she's come all the way down and I kiss my way all the way back up her soft skin till I reach her lips once more. It's a soft kiss at first until she deepens it and moans. Her hands are going down my body to my hard on and when she grips it I feel like I get even harder. She's like my drug and I can't get enough of her. It's no till a few second go by that I realize while she was stoking me she put a condom on me. Damn that girl is sneaky.I need to be inside her now so with that idea in my head, taking over my thoughts, I snatch her hand away from my body and pin it to the bed and I grip myself in my hands and push into her with so much force the bed moves and we both let out a grunt from the contact. I love this girl. I need this girl and more than anything I want her back. I want her to be MINE again. All MINE. Our skin slipping easily together and still the friction between us can cause enough to start an inferno. It's like sliding in to home when I dip back into her and when I get enough of this position I pull back and flip her over on her stomach and slide right back in. She's so wet and tight and perfect around me and I know with every stroke that she couldn't be fucking Felix. It wouldn't feel this goof, or feel this snug but it does. Her face is turned to the side in the pillow and she's panting and moaning my name or at least as best she could. Her ass is pushing back on me and it feels amazing. The thrusts are going so deep I feel myself building up to a finish way too fast so I pull all the way out and start to finger her and tease her clit with my fingers to keep her warmed up while I cool down. She's gripping the sheets because I know she's about to explode so just before she does I slip back in to feel her walls quivering around me and it feels fucking great. I start to pound her to bring her back faster because I want her to enjoy it but I want her here, present in the moment with me. I can tell she's back from the way she's started poking her ass back on me again so I roll us over a little on our sides and keep pumping in. My hands are tweaking her nipples and her clit and she feels like she's so slippery it's making my mind go crazy. We stay like that with me kissing her neck and rubbing her sensitive spots until she turns a little to kiss my lips back and wispers she loves me. I don't think she knows she said it but it's enough for me to slow down and really take my time and make live to her. I am very surprised when she lets me. I roll back over on tip and the sheets are wrapped so tight around us that pur bodies are pressed together as much as possible. When I push back into her, her head hit the pillow and she widens her legs and I take the chance to pull one of her legs up so I can fill her up as much as humanly possible. I can tell by the way she's screaming now I'm hitting spots that either have yet to be hit or haven't been hit in a long time and I'm sure that if Felix were this good he'd know where these spots were so she wouldn't be begging for me but she is. She begging for me to fuck her harder, do it faster, make her cum and it's those kinds of words that send me over my edge. My head drops to the pillow above her shoulder but I still stay propped up so I don't crush her under my weight. I feel it when she turns her head and starts to place soft kisses on my neck and she stokes her hands un and down my back as we stay connected in the most intimate way and physical way possible. I'll never stop loving her. Never. I find it strange than when I do finally lift my head she's fallen asleep. I didn't expect her to say the words love to me again. I definitely didn't expect her to let her guard down long enough to fall asleep but here she was. We fell asleep together, her in my arms and looking every bit as perfect there. I know that as my eyes close when I open them she won't be there. I know that when I do wake up alone my heart is going to ache like a mother fucker. Even with those realization I also know something else…right here, right now, she's MINE.
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