SOFIA SOL

We nod hello and goodnight to the desk clerk, an older man who smiles perpetually, just like Sherry does. As we walk onto the waiting elevator I tell Luke, “They put something in the water here, or it’s that psychic vortex or nexus…or whatever she called it. People smile a lot.” The doors swoosh and, alone now, he turns to me, the look in his eyes pure lust and bad intentions.

He backs me to the wall, spreading my legs with his knee and raising it up so that I’m straddling his rock hard thigh. It’s such a sexy move that my heartbeat pulses between my legs, eyelids instantly heavy as I watch Luke staring through the lace of Celia’s white blouse with unchecked hunger.

I throw my arms above my head. “You don’t have to look away anymore.”

Thick fingers roughly trace my mounds through the fabric, pressing into the lace, dipping below their weight, lifting them, increasing the cleavage while he stares, breaths growing strained, ragged.

I thrust my chest out.

He groans, locking eyes with me. “Tease.”

“Not this time.”

Our lips lock, pleasure spinning out of control in my body. I had no idea kissing him would feel this good. It’s incomparable.

The doors open and Luke bends down, picks me up, and throws me over his shoulder like a doll. Laughing, I bounce all to way his room, stretch to scrape the carpet with my short nails. “I’m leaving a trail behind!”

“We’re leaving an old life behind.”

He swipes the key, kicks the door open then shut, and throws us both on the bed, quickly dominating me, caging me like the trained fighter that he is.

“Do we have to leave the old life behind?” I ask, a little nervous this time. Not like I was with Atlas. Then it was just for fun. This feels like if it doesn’t work out I won’t recover.

“We know the consequences, Soph, there’s no going in blind here. This is a choice we’re making, you understand?” He searches my eyes as I trace his sharp cheekbones, watching the pads of my fingers run along his copper skin. He drops to kiss me, our eyes closing at the same time as sensations both physical and emotional tangle me.

Luke pushes off the bed. He crooks a beckoning finger, eyes darkening. “Come to me. I’m going to undress you.”

I slink off the bed like a cat, and try to kick my boots off with the same sensuality. But they fight me and now I look ridiculous. “Well, fuck,” I mutter as Luke laughs at me, crossing his arms while I lean over to tug them off. “Okay, I was sexy for the first half of this.”

Walking to me, he kneels to help me out of these boots. “You’re the sexiest woman I have ever seen in my life. Every town we’ve been in, when I’m on the road with or without you, I’ve tried to find someone else who did to me what you do. Never worked. Fuck, I can’t believe I’m admitting this.” He pulls off my socks and tosses them aside, running his hands up my jeans as he locks eyes with me. “You were off limits. I knew it, so every woman I fucked out there, I was thinking of you.” He rises up. “And when I heard that Atlas had done what I always believed was impossible, you know how I felt?”

I frown, stunned by these confessions, “Angry, you must have been very angry.”

“It was pure rage. Not just at you guys, but at myself for never having made a move.” He kisses me and murmurs against my lips, “Lost. I couldn’t be with you if you wanted him. I couldn’t try and take you away even when that’s all I wanted to do. You don’t want him, do you?”

“I want you. And I don’t want to lose you. I feel strange, Luke, like…” My mouth clamps shut. To save face I quickly lie, voice devoid of emotion. “I mean if this is just a fling or whatever, I’m fine with that.”

A dark laugh rumbles through him as he pulls me close. God he feels so good, I’m melting into his hardness, the bulge in his jeans hot against my hip. “Bullshit, Soph. This can’t be a fling.”

I moan as his warm tongue runs across my lips, then slides in to meet mine with slow sensuality. The kiss deepens and we tug each other’s shirts off, separating and leaning back to drink in the view. I’ve seen him shirtless so many times, but now I finally get to touch the cords of muscles that define his torso, the V leading down. My eager fingernails scrape up his abs and over his ribcage as it shudders. I bend and kiss his nipples, licking them, making him moan with pleasure. I press a gentle kiss onto his Adam’s apple as he stretches his neck, and it jogs on a long swallow.

“Soph,” he groans, “This is you and me doing this.”

My first memory is when they put him as a baby in my toddler arms and I pretended I was going to drop him, but my grip was tight. We tried our first cigarettes together and Atlas told us we were stupid for smoking. Luke and I told him to fuck off, then coughed and laughed our brains out and never smoked again. I forced him to tell me who had taken Sage’s virginity and never called again, so I could kick that guy’s ass since she made her brothers promise not to touch the jerk. I made that fucker pay. And I’ll never forget the time Luke carried me to safety when I wrecked my bike. He sung Foxy by Jimi Hendrix, badly, to keep me laughing, leg broken and mascara streaked down my face from the pain. And when Grandpa Michael had a heart attack, I went to him to cry. I knew he wouldn’t think me weak. And I wanted Celia to still put me on the pedestal.

I thickly whisper against his jaw as I rain kisses across it, “I can’t believe I’m kissing you, Luke. It almost hurts because it feels so good.”

“You think so, too?”

“Yes!”

“Because I can barely think I want you so badly.” Luke presses his erection into me, the stiffness sharp. I moan, leaning against the wall as I hook a leg around his hip, dragging my hand down his naked chest until my fingers dive under his belt-line.

He stops me, grunting and pulling my arms over my head. “I’m going to make us suffer.”

He smirks with satisfaction as a wake of goosebumps springs up on my chest, reaching for more. Slipping his arm around me, he hovers a moment, eyes locked with mine, and unsnaps my bra with one flick of his fingers. His gaze drops to see my breasts naked for the first time.

“Holy fuck, they’re beautiful.”

From out of nowhere his features twist with fury, and he careens away from me, pacing. He punches the wall as I keep my cool, searching for how I can remove the horrible image of me and his brother from his mind.

“Luke?” But he doesn’t react. He’s in a place where he can’t hear me anymore. “Look at me, Luke! LOOK AT ME!”

He stops pacing, head swiveling to snarl.

I hold my naked breasts up for him. “We were in the dark. He didn’t really see me. It was just sex.” Approaching him I continue, “And I won’t lie and tell you it wasn’t hot, because you’re smart enough to know that the forbidden always is.” I drop my hands and motion between us, walking close to take his chin in hand as roughly as I’m able. “I never wanted to do it again, it was stupid. An impulse, a rebellion against the older crew, my parents, I don’t know, but it wasn’t what you and I are feeling, I promise! And I wish I could take it back. Look into my eyes and see how vulnerable and honest I’m being with you right now. Have you ever seen me like this before? I wish I could take it back! But I can’t. Please let it go. It was dark out, there was no romance to it or sentimentality. Your brother didn’t see me, didn’t take his time, didn’t care enough to.” My voice cracks, which shocks me into falling quiet.

I blink toward Luke’s mouth just before it crashes into mine. He lifts me up and props me on the media stand, kissing me hard, clawing his way out of rage to get back to me.

“I hate it that it was him first!”

“I do too!” Fisting Luke’s hair I hold his eyes. “I wish it had been you. I didn’t know these feelings were hiding in me.”

He sucks on my bottom lip. “We couldn’t act on it, so you hid it from yourself.”

I nod and he kisses me with years of pent up desire released. We moan and pull at each other. I’m in the air suddenly, falling onto the bed as he unzips his pants and starts for me. Palming my breasts I hold them up for only him. I start to go for my zipper now that his is about to come down.

“Did I say you could take your pants off? You’ve gotten to do it every damn day of your life. It’s my turn now.” He crawls over me, shirtless, jeans unzipped, stick his finger in my mouth and I suck on it before he runs it down my chest, then leans down to lick my nipples. Groaning as he inhales them, one after the other, he unzips me. “Your panties don’t match your bra, so fuckin’ hot.”

“Who has the time?” I moan as rough fingers dip underneath my red g-string and massage my pubic bone, circling sensitive skin against my hidden clit and teasing me mercilessly. His teeth travel, gnawing and sharpening my nipples to painfully hard points as his hand circles lower between my legs.

“Want to play rough?”

“Have you met me?” I smirk.

The boy I grew up with reappears in a grin, then vanishes altogether, replaced by the man I’m creaming for. My hips involuntarily rise off the bed, I’m so hungry for Luke, but he pushes them back down, yanking off my jeans and flipping me over fast and rough.

He snags my g-strip under his finger and snaps it into my crack, pulling his switchblade from his pocket, flipping it open.

Over my shoulder on all fours I watch, pulsing with a sharp ache. Reaching, his fingers dip under the string again, pulling the panties tighter, sliding in between my folds and rubbing it against my clit. He gives it a few tugs, and I can’t stop moaning. The fabric snaps, loosens and he slides it up my slit with agonizing slowness, one more time, drenching me. He circles the bed, knife held up as he inspects me at every angle. “This is even better than over the stool in the garage, when you were trying to get a rise out of me.”

“I did get a rise out of you,” I remind him, and lick my lips.

He grabs his bulged crotch and massages it, eyes locked on my ass. “Not even fuckin’ close to how bad I’m throbbing to dive in you now.” Like a beast he crawls on the bed, licking my side, scratching fingernails down my back as he gets behind me. The dull side of the blade slides against my skin, and he pinches the string over the sharp side, cuts it off, tossing the wet panties and the knife on the floor.

“Look at this ass,” he groans, separating my cheeks to boldly take a nice long look. “Wow.” Diving in he reaches my pussy with his tongue, flicks it around like a damn snake. It reminds me of his helmet, the diamondback rattlesnake he chose for it. His fingers have dug into my ass cheeks, keeping them parted so he can go to work. I moan, clutching the comforter, arching into his wild, tongue technique.

“So good,” I rasp, looking back to watch as his gorgeous head bobs, long hair swaying.

I’ve got no shame.

This is what life is about.

Enjoying each other.

Getting each other off.

I love sex.

But this time I’m freaking out a little.

My emotions are tied into it.

The pleasure is magnified.

My throat hurts as I struggle to maintain the wall of strength and courage I’m known for. But my orgasm is close and the release threatens to be so much more than sexual.

Luke presses my clit with two fingers and starts stroking it in sync with his licks. I catch my breath as he pushes his tongue into my hole as deep as he can get it. Gasping I feel the burn increase, throbbing, walls vibrating.

I cry out as heat crashes through me.

Luke groans his own need into my pulsing flesh. I completely lose myself in the orgasm, bucking a couple times, begging, whimpering, “What are you doing to me, Luke, what have you done?” He flips me over and smashes a kiss into me, tears burning my eyes but I won’t let them form, dammit! Breath hitching, I moan into his growls as my pussy clenches again and again. “I need you!”

“Did you say that to Atlas?”

“No, I didn’t. You know what else I didn’t say to him?” I touch his cheek, kissing him. “I love you. I need you inside me because I love you, Luke.”

“Soph,” he rasps, searching my eyes. He can’t believe I just said it.

“I do. I love you. You tore my soul wide open and I need you to repair it. I need you!”

A thousand feelings twist his rugged face. He croaks, “I love you, too, Sofia Sol Cocker. I’ve loved you since we were kids. Never thought this would happen. I’m so fuckin’ happy I can’t handle it.”

We fall into a kiss that lasts, his hair falling around my face, hands slowly exploring. He pulls his jeans off, and I help drag them down his legs by using my feet. Naked we lie here, kissing forever. Sometimes rough, others slow and sensual, and all of it filled with confusion as to why we didn’t do this years ago.

My fingers find him and wrap around the hard girth, thumb caressing his bulbous tip. His cock is thick, beautiful, and I need it. Staring at it as I spread my legs, I whisper, “I’m going to suck you later, don’t worry.”

Luke grins, “Later.”

A laugh breaks out of me, and it’s pure joy. “Another time!”

“Bigger fish to fry!”

“You’re making fish jokes now?”

He cracks up, positioning his erection. “Stop making me laugh. This is important.”

I smile up at him, my hair fanned out. “There’s no bad time for laughter.”

Luke’s grin slowly disappears as he presses into me for the very first time. My smile leaves, too, because he looks so different to me as our bodies join and lock. I close my eyes, overwhelmed, panting and excited.

“Soph, look at me.”

“I’ve never fucked someone I love before,” I whisper.

“Look at me!”

My eyelashes flutter wildly as I look at him.

He presses in deep, all the way in, lowers down to kiss me. We start to move, fucking slowly as our kisses grow more passionate, as we get to know each other in a whole new way. I gasp and throw my head back as he rams me roughly about a dozen times, like he’s branding me.

“I love you,” he groans.

“Keep saying that.”

Into my neck he murmurs, “I love you so much.” The heat of his breath, his voice, and the meaning behind the words, undoes me. I start to quiver, clawing into his back. “You want something?” he asks.

“Harder.”

“Say it again, Soph, couldn’t hear you that time.”

“Harder!”

Rising up to watch my face, Luke’s eyes darken more. “Again.”

I bite his chin and say through my teeth, “Fuck me forever!”

He winces with pleasure, snarls, “Can’t wait,” pumps his hips in deep, strong bursts.

Every one sends a shock into me.

Such power that I whimper, “Please! More! Harder!”

Luke rises onto one hand, his other fingers digging into my hip. He winces, grimaces, then roars as he loses control. I cry out and it builds into a scream. Everything is tingling.

Our lips collide and mold and burst apart.

We swear a string of obscenities.

“Holy shit motherfucker what the hell is this?”

“Oh my fucking hell sonofabitch you bastard!”

We do it four more times.