31.
Eddie
Life for the last couple of weeks has been stressful at best, but it’s been worth it. I’ve been more or less living at Lucy’s, sleeping with her nestled up against me every night. And that’s all it’s been, sleeping. I’ve been alright with that. After everything I’m not putting any pressure on her for anything more than she’s willing to give. I can wait.
I’ve only been going home to shower and pick up more clothes. I don’t think Alex’s been particularly happy about it, but Lucy has needed me, and he knows that. He knows how I feel about her and that there’s nowhere else I should be.
This evening I took Lucy out for the first time since our first date, which feels like it was years ago. We went to see some budget sci fi film at the annual film festival. It wasn’t great but she laughed, properly laughed. God, I’ve missed that sound. And it was made all the better by the fact that it wasn’t the film that had her laughing, but some stupid comment I made about the numerous plot holes.
By the end of the film she is substantially looser and more relaxed and so close to being her former self. She holds my hand as we walk back to her house, that gorgeous smile of hers playing on her lips.
“It was such an interesting concept.”
I smile. “That’s what people always say when a film is shit.”
“It wasn’t shit.” And there’s her defiance, her confidence which is so sexy.
“Were we watching the same movie?”
She’s holding back a grin. “I was watching it. I don’t think you were paying much attention.”
“Can I help it if I was sat next to an impossibly sexy woman? That makes concentrating on rubbish films really difficult.”
“Difficult, huh?”
“Nigh on impossible.” I knew she wouldn’t take the compliment, but I’m not going to stop sending them her way. I intend to wear her down until she knows exactly how beautiful she is.
“Then you’ll have to take my word for the fact it wasn’t a shit movie.” She sounds like she thinks she won, but I’m enjoying teasing her too much.
“I didn’t have to pay attention to know it was shitty.”
“Oh?” She cocks an eyebrow at me. “Do you have some kind of sixth sense or super power I don’t know about?”
“I don’t need to. It was so tacky.”
“I think the robots were supposed to look like that. It was a social commentary on-”
“Luce, they were men in tin foil. You can’t call them robots.”
She laughs again, hitting my arm with her free hand. “They might have been women, and what happened to using your imagination? Willing suspension of disbelief and all that.”
“Yeah,” I scratch my hand across my chin. “It was tin foil. I’m sorry, there’s using your imagination, and then there’s reading a book instead.”
Her eyes roll, but she is laughing and that is really all that matters. “Sheesh, isn’t it past your bedtime, Grandad?”
My mouth is close to her ear as I murmur, “Are you offering to take me to bed, Frost?”
Her smiling stops and I curse inwardly. “Please don’t, Eddie. You’ve been kind enough as it is. You really don’t have to…”
I stop and turn to face her. We’re just passing out of the city centre, the quiet sort of no man’s land where the shops and bars are tailing off but suburbia hasn’t quite started. It’s quieter here than in the centre of town, the street lamps are less frequent and the traffic is predominantly taxis speeding from one fare to the next. My back is to the street as I deliberately crowd her view. There’s no one around anyway, but I want her to tell me the truth, I want to give her at least the impression of privacy. My jaw is tense, but I can’t help it. “What don’t I have to do?”
She sighs. “You’ve been amazing the last couple of weeks. The best friend anyone could hope for. No one in my life has ever supported me the way that you have and I am so grateful.”
I want to reach for her, pull her to my chest, tell her I would do anything for her, that being there for her is the absolute least that she deserves. It breaks my heart that she’s never felt supported until now, and fills me with pride that she is allowing me to do that for her. However much I want to say all of these things, I hold my tongue. I feel a ‘but’ coming on.
Her eyes dart away from mine as though looking for an escape from what is coming. I can hear it on her lips before she says it. “But you don’t have to pretend you fancy me.” Her head shakes from side to side as her shoes become the focus of her gaze. “I’ve been a complete mess, absolutely disgusting. There is nothing attractive about the way that I’ve looked, the way that I’ve acted, or the way that I’ve behaved in front of you. I know you’re doing this to make me feel better. You’re only saying this because you’re a nice guy and you think-“
I cut her bullshit off with a hand under her chin. “Look at me.” Locking on to her eyes with mine, I walk her backwards until her back is hard up against the wall. When I speak again, my voice is barely above a rumble and I don’t miss the shiver that runs through her at my tone. “I know you think you know me, Luce, and I hate to break it to you… But I’m not that nice.”
I force my mouth down on hers as I pin her body against the brick with mine. She gasps and I jump upon the opportunity, invading her mouth with my tongue and taking no prisoners. Her hands latch on to the sides of my jacket as she melts against me. The kiss is powerful, intense, and I can tell from her moans that she is as worked up as I am. I want to leave her in no doubt. I’ll show her how sexy she is.
I rub my erection hard against her lower abdomen, growling against her lips. “I want you so much I would fuck you right here, but I love you too much to share you.” I nuzzle her neck. She is shaking against me, the heat of her body infusing with my own to the point where I’m sure my blood is boiling. “You and your sexy body are mine, Lucy Frost. And as soon as I get you inside I am going to claim every fucking inch. You get me?”
Her eyes are dinner plates again, her cheeks rose red and her lips wet and swollen. On a shaky breath, she whispers, “You’re so hot when you’re angry,” before throwing her arms around my neck and enveloping my mouth in hers. Hitching her leg up against my hip, she grinds the crotch of her jeans against my poor, hard cock. The movements cause us both to moan.
I’m devouring her neck as a car screeches passed behind us and I remember where we are. In the relative dark, we are hidden for the most part but I still don’t want to risk it. As I try to catch my breath, her dark eyes sparkle at me, daring me, and all I want to do is throw her over my shoulder and carry her off into the night. She brings out the neanderthal in me and she bloody knows it.
”Damn it, Lucy. We’re not doing this here.” She is grinning, licking her lips as I try to adjust my trousers. Not an easy feat as I am sporting enough wood to build the bloody ark. “Do you know how hard you’re making this? Just give me a minute.” It’ll take more than a minute, but as I go to turn away, her hand reaches out. Hooking her fingers into the front of my jeans she pulls me to her. Before I can figure out what’s going on her hands are on my fly, releasing me. “What the f-“
With one hand, she cuts off my sentence, stroking my length with delicate fingers. The other hand cups the back of my head, drawing me in. “I’m taking care of you, Eddie. You’ve been taking care of me, and now it’s your turn.” Her grip on me tightens and I drop my forehead to hers. I rest my arms on the wall behind her, blocking her from the world. This is our own private corner, our own private moment. The skin of her palm is soft and firm and when she coats it in precum the sensation is amazing.
She is kissing me as she drives me higher. This is so fucking hot. Everything inside me is tightening as she laps at my mouth, kissing her way across my jaw to my neck.
“Does that feel good, Eddie?” she purrs into my ear. I can’t find the words to respond. It feels beyond good. “This is for you, Eddie. Just touching you makes me wet. My knickers are drenched right now thinking about what your gorgeous cock is going to do to me when we get home.”
She pauses for a moment, slowly licking her hand in the most sensual way before returning it. Her grip tightens and her speed increases and soon there is nothing but her and me and her sexy fucking voice. “I want you inside me, Eddie. I want your big, thick dick inside me, riding me, showing me how much you want me. Come for me, Eddie, the way that you make me come for you. Oh god, Eddie, just thinking about it makes me feel so… so…” She lets out a sigh that seems to come from her very soul. “Oh, Eddie.”
This woman will be the death of me. I can’t hold on any longer, the things she’s saying, the way she’s touching me, it’s all too much. Too fucking much. I groan and jerk and come in her hand, splashing across her top as I do so. “Shit, fuck. Lucy I’m sorry. I-“
She silences me with a kiss, a slow burning kiss. Her hand is still massaging the back of my neck as she tucks me back into my jeans. “I’ll buy you a new top,” I say, somewhat sheepishly. But all she does is grin.
“What a gentleman.”
God, I love this woman.
The walk back to Lucy’s house seems to take forever. All I want to do is bury myself balls deep inside her and fuck her until she sees stars, and it is frustrating as hell that I have to wait to do that. Despite my recent orgasm, I’m already aching with need for her. I can’t wait to make her come again.
She is no longer holding my hand but is instead pressing herself into my side. My arm is wrapped around her back and I move my hand slowly down her waist to her hip. Her head rests on my shoulder as we turn the corner into her road. “You smell so good,” I murmur.
A hand moves across my back, slipping under my jacket and shirt. It’s warm and sends an electric current racing through me as she hums. Her head tilts and she kisses my jaw. “So do you.” A little perfect sigh escapes her lips and she breathes my name. “Eddie.”
When we reach her garden gate, she takes my hand, leading me up the path to her door. She is coy, almost shy until I shut the front door behind her, push her up against it and kiss her. Our kiss is rough and full of an ungilded passion I have never felt before. Her mouth is hot and wet and welcomes me even as she fights for possession of mine. With a hand under each arse cheek I lift her and carry her into her bedroom.
She laughs as I drop her gracelessly onto the bed, squirming on the covers. I hold up a finger. “Don’t fucking move.” My voice is a gravelly command that lights excitement in her eyes.
Her teeth in her bottom lip, she suppresses a smile. “Or?”
I’m already pulling off my shoes, throwing my socks across the room. “Lucy,” I growl in warning, even if part of me hopes she doesn’t listen.
Watching my movements she starts to pull off her shoes. My jacket is next and it’s only when I start to unbutton my shirt that Lucy stops moving. Her eyes are transfixed as I strip for her. A pink slip of tongue travels across her lips, first the top and then the bottom, as I throw my shirt off and reach for my trousers. My cock is pulsing inside my boxers, but I resist the temptation to free it. Not yet. I have a plan.
Standing at the end of her bed, I stare at her. “Strip,” I say, my voice a husky growl. “Slowly.”
That wicked grin of hers plays across her face and I can see the rebellion in her eyes. “Make me.”