Chapter 16
Luke
Ever since I had moved out of my parents’ home, I had lived alone. I’d never had a roommate, and I had done everything myself. Which meant I knew how to cook and clean and make a home. It was so nice to be able to share living with someone like Anna, someone I was willing to share my space with.
Tonight, I treated us. We got the chicken and wine, and it was easy to get the food on the plate where I had been making an effort to cook for us every night.
“It smells amazing,” Anna said.
“Will you open the wine for us?” I asked. “You deserve a break, a nice meal, and a good wine after being cooped up in the cabin for so long.”
Anna nodded. “It’s something to get used to, I’ll say that much. I’ve enjoyed it, but it’s strange to be out here in the mountains and not be able to enjoy the outdoors.”
“The winter makes it hard. In the summer this place is amazing, and I love going out into the woods and enjoying the fresh air and the wilderness.”
“I can imagine,” Anna said.
I had always been a city boy. I had grown up in a city with my parents and moved to New York when I had dropped out. But I had loved the outdoors since I was a little boy. I’d loved learning things from my dad about survival. Being out here was something I felt I had been born to do. And it helped me feel connected to my dad even though I couldn’t speak to my parents.
I missed them so much.
We ate our dinner together, and it was comfortable and easy. I hadn’t known Anna for very long, but we fit together like it had always been this way. Anna fit perfectly into this life with me, and it was so easy to forget why we were both here, that we were both running from something and this wasn’t a break from reality.
I watched Anna as she told me about something that had happened when she was younger. She was beautiful when she talked and laughed about the past. I wanted to kiss her whenever she spoke about things she was passionate about. Her spark, the life inside her, was so magnetic. I was ridiculously attracted to her, and I knew that it meant I was in trouble. Someone like me, someone on the run, someone with a past with the mafia, didn’t deserve a woman like Anna. The moment she found out who I was, I was sure she would disown me.
Perfect women like her didn’t date scumbags like me, even if I had left that life behind. She wouldn’t understand who I had been and that I had chosen to be a different person, now. I didn’t want to tell her who I was. I didn’t want her to know about my past. I loved the way she looked at me, her dark eyes full of admiration and attraction and even lust, and I liked it. I didn’t want that look to change to one of disgust or disappointment or even horror.
Most of the time I pushed the thought of my secrets away and lived in the surreal bubble Anna and I were stuck in. It was only sometimes that I thought about the possibility of a future together and what it may mean. But I knew that it would never happen, and it was better for me to let it go rather than gripe about what I couldn’t have in the long run.
When dinner was over, I cleared our plates. Anna poured more wine into our glasses. She was getting tipsy. She became giggly with the wine, and it was endearing. I was feeling it, too. My body felt light and airy, and all my problems slipped further and further away as if they were put behind stained glass and I couldn’t see them except through the colored plates.
I sat down with Anna again, and we clinked our wine glasses together in a toast.
“To weathering the storm together,” she said, and we both took a sip. Her words had a double meaning, and it was very clever.
I watched her, taking it all in. Her dark hair was long and loose over her shoulder, and it framed her face perfectly. Her eyes were large and drowning deep. When she looked at me, the glint in her eye made my body tighten, and I wanted her. Everything about her turned me on and made me want her. Not just sexually but her personality intrigued me, and her mind was amazing.
I hadn’t expected to feel this strongly about her. I hadn’t ever fallen for someone like this, and not so soon, either. But Anna was different. Everything about her fit into my life, and it made me feel like she belonged with me. My feelings for her were so strong it was staggering, but I didn’t want to deny what I was feeling. Because it was so new and so rare I didn’t want to ignore it like it didn’t exist. To feel something like this for someone was rare and I wanted to explore it, to find out where we could go with this.
Even when I knew that it wasn’t safe—that it might not even be possible.
I realized Anna was looking at me and the look on her face was different than it had been a moment before. Her eyes were filled with hunger, desire thick in the air, and I felt my cock stiffen in my pants. I wanted her. I wanted to touch her body, explore it, taste it. I wanted to fuck her.
No, I wanted to make love to her.
The moment I thought it, it was like a shock to my system. Love? Was this where it was headed?
Anna didn’t let me think about it for too long. She moved closer to me, putting her hand on my leg and sliding it up my thigh. She moved closer and closer until her hand was on my crotch through my jeans, scalding despite the material. Climbing onto my lap, she put her legs on either side of me and her arms around my neck. She had been a virgin when she’d come here, and she had been shy before, but tonight she was forward, taking the lead, and it was such a turn on.
I kissed her. I pulled her closer to me and pushed my hand into her hair. She rolled her hips, grinding her body against me and she drove me crazy. I slid my hands up and down her back and around her body feeling her breasts. She had such a hot body. Her breasts were perfection and her waist tiny before widening out to her hips and her fantastic ass. She had the classic hourglass figure, and there was nothing on this earth that was hotter.
I pushed my hands under her shirt, feeling her skin. She was hot, her skin soft under my fingertips. God, she was such a turn on. She ground herself on my cock, aware of what she was doing to me, and I loved that she was such a tease.
“You’re driving me crazy, babes,” I said, breaking the kiss. “I’m going to give it right back to you if you carry on torturing me.”
Anna flashed me a cheeky smile and shifted back a little, rubbing my dick through my jeans with her hands, her eyes on mine, that sassy smile growing.
“You’re asking for it,” I warned. I was smiling, too.
“Maybe I am,” she said.
I shook my head. I wasn’t going to let her tease me any longer. It was my turn. I laid her down on the couch, hovering over while I kissed her. My hand moved down to her pants, and I undid them before I broke the kiss and sat back, pulling her pants down her slender legs. I parted her thighs, and her scent awoke something primal inside me. I looked at her, and I knew the lust was apparent on my face.
I touched her clit, swollen with desire, and she shivered. I slid my fingers up and down her slit, and she moaned. When I pushed two fingers into her, I could feel how very wet she was, and it was all I could do to keep it together and not take her right then. But I had promised her there would be consequences for teasing me, and she had asked for it.
I pushed my fingers into her, and she cried out. Damn, she was so tight. She closed her eyes, and I watched her face as I slowly slid my fingers in and out of her. She gasped and moaned as I finger fucked her, moving from her entrance to her clit.
I sat up on my knees and pulled her shirt and sweater over her head, dropping them on the floor. I unclasped her bra so that she was completely naked and ran my hands over her body, touching her, feeling her. She closed her eyes and sighed. I slowly drove the orgasm away, replacing it with the gentleness of my touch, lulling her into comfort.
When I ran my fingers over her pussy lips again, she shivered. I touched her clit, and she jumped lightly. I smiled. She was sensitive, but the orgasm had withdrawn enough for me to repeat my onslaught, to torture her again.
I lowered myself between her legs and closed my mouth over her clit, and she yelped, lifting her head to look at me. If I was correct, she had never had oral before. I was the right person to give it to her. I knew what I was doing. I prided myself on it.
I flicked my tongue over her clit until she squirmed and shivered. She tasted like heaven, sweet. I held her in place with one hand, the other pumping in and out of her as I sucked on her clit and licked it. She squirmed and shivered and bucked and gasped, and I listened to her moans and her breathing, waiting for her to get closer and closer to the edge. Her orgasm returned slower than before. I was drowning her in sensation, unrelenting with my onslaught on her clit while I pumped my fingers in and out of her, dividing her attention. I knew it would take her longer to come this way, keep her on the edge longer. When she was right there, her body trembling lightly and her breathing shallow and erratic, I stopped.
“Luke,” Anna moaned in a breathy voice. She looked up at me, her face riddled with want and frustration, and I smiled, enjoying how much she wanted the release that had been denied her. I had promised her torture, and I was giving it to her.
The problem was that I was torturing myself at the same time. The more she wanted me, the more she craved that release, the more I wanted her, too. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to take her and make her mine again and again.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I stripped my clothes and rolled a condom over my cock. I wanted her, and I was done tormenting her. When I was naked and wrapped up, she looked at me with hungry eyes. Her legs were still open, pussy dripping and inviting. I positioned myself at her entrance, and she held her breath in anticipation. I didn’t slide slowly into her, letting her get used to me. I had been careful the first time because she had been a virgin and the second time because she had seemed unsure and shy. This time, I wanted to take her hard and fast, and I did just that.
When I pushed into her, sliding in to the hilt in one go, she cried out. I didn’t give her a chance to think about it. I started fucking her hard, bucking my hips, and she grabbed onto my arms, her fingers digging into my skin. I loved it when she held onto me like this when it was so good that she left a mark.
She orgasmed almost immediately, the release intense after I had denied her twice, and she cried out, her eyes closed, the sound so fucking sexy I nearly came, too. But I was going to draw this out a little longer. I wanted to be inside of her for longer than I would be if I came now. Although I knew I wouldn’t last very long.
Not with how fucking hot she was and not with the alcohol in my system.
I fucked her for a while longer, her body tight on my cock now that she had orgasmed.
When I pulled out of her, Anna gasped for breath. I didn’t give her time to recover. I grabbed her by the legs and flipped her over so she was on her stomach. She pushed up so that her ass was in front of me and she was on all fours like someone who had done this a million times. Sex was natural, and she was so fucking good at it.
I pushed into her again, holding onto her hips with my hands to keep her in place. I hammered into her, fucking her so that she rocked back and forth, her breasts swinging, her hair hanging over her shoulders.
I ran my hands up her back and into her hair, playing with the stuff while I fucked her. I wanted to grab onto it and pull back, arching her back, sticking her ass out, but I didn’t. It was only her third time, and I was already pushing it. I would leave the rougher things for later.
It didn’t take much longer before she orgasmed again, and I felt her body contract. Her walls closed on my cock, and it was impossible for me to hold back when she was so fucking tight, her body milking my dick. I shoved myself inside of her as deep as I could and exploded, releasing into her, pumping, holding onto her hips. We cried out together, and the orgasm was intense.
When I pulled out, we were both breathing hard, trying to recover. I collapsed on the couch next to Anna. She looked at me, her breasts rising and falling as she panted. She flashed me a tired smile, and I knew how she felt. Everything about tonight had been perfect. She was perfect. If we carried on like this, if I fell for her any harder, I would be in trouble.