17.
Eddie
I help Lucy tidy up the sitting room and kitchen after the games night. She must have kicked Travis and Stephen out almost immediately after I left and come straight over. The thought gives me a little happy feeling that it probably shouldn’t.
We talk, always avoiding the earlier discussion. If she wants to talk about it she can, I’m always going to be there for her. But she seems happy talking about some new budget Sci Fi film she wants to see and I love seeing her happy.
While I’m washing up she pulls out some chocolate cheesecake that we end up eating on her sofa. She’s leaning up against me and I am ridiculously glad of the closeness. She’s still extolling the virtues of passion over logic in films as her eyes start to close. I can’t help it. My arm wraps around her and I hold her as she falls asleep against me.
She looks so peaceful when she’s sleeping, not the worried woman she was earlier, the weight of her mum’s death on her shoulders. When I lift her to move her into bed she sighs contentedly and wraps her arms around my neck. I place her down gently, but she doesn’t let go. Instead, she holds on tighter, murmuring, “Eddie,” into my neck.
I end up lying next to her on her bed. She hugs me like I’m hers, like I belong there, her leg thrown over mine, one arm across my chest, her breath hot on the skin of my neck. With every inhalation her breasts brush against me and all I want to do is free them from her top, kiss them, nibble them, caress them until she is purring, begging me for more. But I don’t.
Against the will of my body I act the gentleman, but even then I can’t bring myself to let her go. If anything her story from earlier has made me want her more. Not just sexually, but universally. It has reminded me of the finite nature of life. I know that makes me sound like a tosser, but right now I can’t help it. I am consumed by the fear of losing her. I don’t believe she will suffer the same fate as her mum, I have more faith in modern science than that. But I will also not waste any of our time together because, at the end of the day, what do I know?
So rather than doing what comes naturally, escaping, running away, making my excuses and getting the hell out of dodge, I stay. I lie for hours, holding her, touching her, memorizing every detail. I don’t want to forget a single thing.
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I open my eyes and Lucy’s beautiful big browns are blinking back at me. “Eddie?” Her voice is husky and confused, and without her glasses she can’t seem to focus on my face. She’s adorable in the morning.
A smile forms on my lips. “Morning, Luce.”
“Eddie,” she breathes my name, the corners of her lips curving upwards. My heart tightens at the sight of it. “You stayed.”
“You didn’t give me much choice,” I grin. “You have a comfy bed though. I might have to stay over more often.”
She laughs, closing her eyes she stretches against me before wrapping her arms around me once more. When she opens her eyes, there is a light in them. “Do I get a say in this? It’s my bed after all.”
The chuckle reverberates through me as I tug her closer to me, pushing my chest against hers. “Absolutely not,” I whisper. This is fun; she is fun. I don’t know why I ever worried about waking up with her.
She fidgets, her hips find mine, and my cock is wide-awake and half hard. Shit. She looks up at me and I can see from the look on her face that she’s felt my erection. Her eyes are suddenly saucers once more and her lips form a perfect little ‘o’. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
What the hell do I do now? We agreed that what we had would be a one-night thing and now I’m in her bed, pressing my semi-erect cock against her as if I expect something. I really don’t. It’s first thing in the morning and she is really sexy, her hair all tousled, her eyes large and so close to me.
I open my mouth to say something, to apologise or try to explain or something. But the words don’t come out. Lucy’s hands are running down my chest and there is something dark and exciting in her eyes. Her palm strokes my cock. I can’t hold back the groan. Her eyes are locked on mine as she rubs me, taking me from half to full-mast.
“Lucy,” I growl. “I’m giving you five seconds to stop or…” I moan and my head falls backwards as she squeezes me gently. I can hear her wetting her lips before I look back at her, just catching sight of the pink of her tongue before it slips back into her mouth.
“Or what?” Right now she looks positively sinful. Wicked. Horny. Sexy as fuck. Damn it, I’m not that strong.
“Or I will come for you.” I try to look menacing and from the way she bites her bottom lip I can tell she likes it.
Her voice drops half an octave. “What if I want you to come…” she pauses, slipping her hand inside my trousers and I think I might come right here and now. “For me.”
The last of my restraint slips from my grasp as she wraps her fingers around my cock and I crash my mouth onto hers. She gasps and I take full advantage, savaging her mouth with my tongue until she is moaning. My hands grab at her jeans, pulling them down with her knickers and then stroking my way up her inner thighs. Her pubic hairs are soft and wet and that only excites me more. I let my fingers trail slowly back and forth across the lips of her beautiful pussy.
Her hips buck and she whimpers as my lips move to her neck. Her hand is still sliding up and down my cock and it is driving me absolutely fucking nuts. With my free hand I tear hers away from me and in one movement grab her other one, holding them both above her. Still I continue to stroke her.
“You were distracting me,” I murmur in her ear, nipping at her lobe. “I have a very important job to do and you were,” I plunge my fingers inside her, “distracting me.”
Her eyes are dark with desire as she looks up at me. But she has a glint that scares and excites me. I don’t know what to expect, but something about her looks suddenly wicked.
“Oh but, Eddie,” she purrs breathlessly, her body starting to gyrate rhythmically against me. “I want to touch you so much. Your cock is so thick and big and gorgeous.” She licks her lips and I know then that I am done for. I bury my head in her neck, surrounding myself with her smell and that crazy sexy hair that has come loose.
“Ohhhh,” she moans as I rub her clit with my thumb and I feel the heat of it on my neck. My cock is hanging out of my trousers and she finds it with the bare skin of her thigh, rubbing herself on me in the most enticingly infuriating way. “I want you inside me, Eddie. Oh god! Oh! Oh! You’re fingers feel good but your cock is so much better. I know you’re hard for me, Eddie. Please.”
I can hardly believe this is my Lucy. A week ago she was a virgin, all sweet and innocent. When did she turn into this temptress? But even a week ago she wasn’t all that innocent. She knows exactly what to say to get me riled up. I kiss her neck, sucking and nipping on her delicate skin.
But still she keeps talking. “Fuck me, Eddie. I want to feel you inside me. Make me come with your cock. Please, Eddie. Please. I-“
I cut her off, silencing her with my mouth against hers. I don’t pull back until I have her on the edge. I can feel her on the precipice of orgasm, only needing one final push to send her flying. That’s when I pull back my mouth and look down at her. “I’m going to give it to you, Luce. I’ll give you everything you ask. But first I want to watch you come.” I rub her clit once more, saying, “Come for me, Lucy.”
She falls apart beneath me, a look of pure bliss on her face as she gasps, her body bucks and spasms as she shoves out her chest and her head falls backwards. That blush is there again and it looks so fucking beautiful. The whole scene is too much. It’s the most breathtaking thing that I’ve ever seen. I keep caressing her clit until her body relaxes and she half opens her eyes. “Eddie.”
My name sounds so good on her lips. It brings back that possessive primal urge inside me that I haven’t felt before her. I want her. I want her so badly that my whole body is aching with need. My cock so hard it almost hurts, but it is the tightening of my heart that I feel most keenly.
I stroke her gently before moving my fingers to my mouth, eagerly licking and sucking her sweet, musky excitement from them. I release her wrists, brushing her hair from her face and cupping her cheek. Her eyes are still hooded as I lean in to kiss her. My movements are slow and tender but I am shaking with the tension that is pulsing through me. I want to savage her, ravage her, plunder her. But this is my Lucy. And however violent my need for her is right now, I would never do anything to hurt her or scare her.
Lucy’s arms wrap around my neck, her fingers stroking the back of my head. I lean back into her touch. “Eddie,” she murmurs. “Stop holding back. I want you. Take me.”
I stare at her, hovering over her body, my whole weight on my elbows on either side of her head. I blink, wanting to believe that she is saying what I’m hearing, wanting to know for certain that I’m not dreaming. Her hands leave my neck and she wriggles out of her top. It flies across the room, closely followed by her bra. I can feel her squirming beneath me, kicking off her jeans and knickers until she is naked and panting. Her body is beautiful, like a painting, her pale skin contrasting with the small brown beauty marks that make her abdomen look like the inverse of the night sky. She is a constellation of delights and right now she is all mine.
When she looks back up at me that grin and glint are back. She licks her lips and whispers, “What are you waiting for?”
Her hands are on my top, pulling it over my head and I honestly don’t know what I am waiting for. She laughs as I help her, stripping as quickly as I can, fumbling with my trousers and boxers until I am naked above her. Her breathing matches mine, heavy and strained.
We are staring at each other, her erect nipples brushing my chest with every breath. I want to lose myself in her, but I can’t. I’m not reckless.
I collapse onto my side, rolling onto my back. I can’t bring myself to look at her. Yet another example of how useless I am. Even now, even after the promises I just made, I can’t give her what she wants. Why? Because I’m not better prepared. What an absolute fucking jackass.
“Eddie?” Her voice is soft and tentative, almost apologetic. Her hand is gentle on my chest, somehow soothing and burning with equal measure. “Eddie, what’s wrong?”
“I’m sorry, Luce.” I can’t bring myself to look at her; it will only make me want her more. “I can’t…” even manage to finish the sentence.
The hurt in her voice nearly breaks me, “Why?”
My hands are fists, clenching at my sides as I curse my own stupidity. “I don’t have a condom.”
“Oh.” Her hand stops moving and for a moment the world freezes. “Is that the only problem?”
Her clear uncertainty has me turning towards her. “Of course it is, Luce. If we had a condom I’d be inside you in a heartbeat. But I’m not going to risk doing anything that might hurt you.” I pull her chin to face me, stroking her cheek. “I would never want to hurt you, Lucy.”
I kiss her slowly, trying to convey a host of feelings into a single action. She means a great deal to me, and whether as her friend or her lover I would never knowingly do anything to hurt her. It sounds noble, but it isn’t. I cannot risk losing her.
When I release her chin she smiles at me and something about it makes my pulse quicken. “If that’s the only problem, then it’s not a problem.” She climbs over me, her breasts pushing across my bare chest, and with her beautiful naked arse coming to a stop in front of my face, she opens the draw next to her bed. I am too absorbed with the sight of her butt at eye level to truly comprehend what’s going on until I hear her cough. “Eyes down here, Nightingale,” she laughs.
I follow the curve of her back across the bed to her gleaming eyes. Beside her is a bedside draw positively overflowing with erotic delights. She wiggles and I groan. “Holy hell, Lucy. You are going to be the end of me, I swear!”