Stir Me (15 page)

"I don't know."

"Ally, nothing would make me happier than knowing you can feel at home here."

She looks around the room, her eyes wide. She wants to jump in headfirst. She just needs a little encouragement.

"You gave up so much control of your life before," I say. "You deserve to take a little bit back. I know it's not much. It's just a small room in a small house. But it can be yours."

"What if we break up?" She folds her arms.

"Is that something you're planning?"

"You know what I mean."

"You can still have it if we break up. I'll be happy to have you around even if I'm miserable seeing you without me."

She steps into the room and presses her hand against the wall. Her lips curl into a smile. Her whole face lights up with excitement. "I'm going to make this the girliest fucking room."

"Hot pink?"

She nods. "And sparkles."

"I love hot pink and sparkles."

"And pictures of hot dudes on the walls."

"So you kept those pictures I sent you?"

"No, I..." She blushes and folds her arms. "Fine. No hot guys on the walls."

She presses her lips into mine. It's soft and sweet, but there's something under the tenderness. She needs me as much as I need her. As badly. As urgently.

This is hard for her too.

Her eyes connect with mine. "Thanks, Luke."

"For what?"

"For being patient with me."

"Anything."

I can do patient.

I can wait until she's ready.

I can already see how amazing things will be. I can see our wedding, our honeymoon, the first home we have together. I can see us growing old together.

I'm the luckiest guy in the whole damn world.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

The rest of the day is bliss. We swim around the pool, naked, splashing fights ending only in long kisses. We shower together, and I press her against the hard tile wall, rubbing her until she comes. We curl up on the couch, and I relinquish control of the remote to Alyssa. She squeals over
Downton Abbey
, reveling over the subtext in every scene.

I try desperately to teach her how to cook stir fry, but she is helpless anywhere near the kitchen. It's adorable. She holds the knife with utter fear, looking away as she slices into a bell pepper.

"You're going to cut yourself like that," I say.

She shakes her head, sets down the knife, and moves away.

"It's easy. Here." I slide behind her, the back of her body pressed into the front of mine, my hand over hers, and I guide her through the motions.

She takes a seat on the couch after dinner. She's coy, but her intentions are obvious. She has that look in her eyes--that
damn I want to fuck
you look. She bites her bottom lip, her fingertips pressing together.

I know what she wants, but still... I'm not going to give in so easily.

I move towards the couch, stretching my arms over my head so she can gawk at my abs the way she always does.

She stares at me, her eyes filling with lust. "You're disgustingly hot."

"You're one to talk." I pull her onto my lap.

She straddles me, her thighs pressed around me tightly.

I brush a hair from her eyes, soaking in the sight of her. We'll be done with sweetness soon. I have to savor the moment.

"What?" she asks. A shy smile curls onto her face.

"Just imagining what you'll look like when I make you come."

"Well, just this once, I might allow you to make that a reality," she says.

"Just this once? I seem to recall it happening many, many times in the past."

"That's possible."

"Just for that, I'm going to make you come twice."

She laughs. "I should misbehave more often."

She arches into me and brings her mouth to mine, sucking on my lips.

I run my fingertips up her arms, my touch light as a feather. Then it's her shoulders and her back, and under the straps of her tank top. She groans, squirming, sucking harder on my lips. She's already so full of want. It's going to be difficult to torture her for long.

But I need to soak in all that want for as long as I can.

I pull the straps of her tank top off her shoulders, exposing the light pink fabric of her bra. She gasps, arching further into me, so desperate for me to touch her. I cup her breasts over her bra. The fabric is soft and smooth. I'm itching to get under it, to feel her skin, to rub her nipples until she's screaming.

But the wait makes it so much better.

She shifts into me, pressing her breast into my hand, her teeth sinking into her lips as she suppresses a moan. She's so fucking sexy. I wish I could spend my entire life torturing her like this, watching the beautiful agony spread across her face as she gets more and more desperate.

I slip one finger inside her bra, sliding it gently over her skin. Mhmm. She's so soft and firm at the same time. And she's rubbing her crotch against mine.

She moans, desperate for what's about to come. I unhook her bra and slide it off her shoulders. She closes her eyes, arching into me. Her nipples are so firm, and she shudders every time I touch her. I want to be inside her, filling her, making her scream in ecstasy.

But not yet.

I run my hands along her sides and bring my mouth to her nipple. She plants her hands on my shoulders, squeezing tightly. Hell, she's shaking with anticipation. Her skin tastes so good, like salt and chlorine and Alyssa. I suck, my tongue swirling around her nipples.

"Luke," she groans.

I suck harder, my hands making their way to her hips.

I unzip her shorts. She arches her back, shifting out of them, and I bring my hands to her inner thighs. I slide them up, and up, and up, closer and closer. Her skin gives way to the soft fabric of her panties. I press my hand against them. They're already wet. She already wants me so badly.

She shudders again, her eyes squeezed shut, her head tilting back. I run my tongue around her nipples, and she shakes with every flick. I suck harder, and harder, until I feel her nails on my skin.

She looks down at me, her hair falling over her face, her eyes locked on mine. "You're wearing too many clothes." She pulls my T-shirt over my head and scans my body. "Still too many."

She reaches for my zipper, but I stop her.

"I'm not done with you." I slide my arms around her and run my hands from her back to her ass.

She shudders. "But... I want to... to you..."

"I want to taste you, Ally. And I'm not going to stop until I make you come."

She groans and softens her body, relaxing so I can position her. I take her into my arms and lay her on the couch. She closes her eyes, lost in her desire. She's all mine. I dig my fingers into the sides of her panties and pull them off her hips as slowly as possible. She shakes as they pass her hips, squirms as they reach her knees, arches her back as they fall off her feet.

I bring my hand to her thighs, pressing her legs apart. Then I press my lips into her thigh. My first kiss is soft. The next is harder. Closer to her.

"Oh," she groans. She reaches for my shoulders, squeezing tight. But I continue my pace, dragging my lips up her thigh, kissing and nibbling her soft, tender skin.

Then I reach her folds. She's so wet already, and I soak her in as I slide my tongue over her. She tastes so good, sweet, and her groans are music in my ears.

I work my way towards her clit, sucking on her lips, sliding my tongue against her folds. She's so soft and wet against my mouth, and I lick her from top to bottom then back again.

Then, when she's panting loudly, when her nails sink into my back, I press my tongue flat against her clit. She nearly screams. I do it again, a soft, slow stroke. She groans, a little louder, her thighs falling flat onto the couch. I lick her again, and again, and again, soft slow strokes all the way.

"Luke." It rolls off her tongue like it's her favorite thing in the world.

She's lost in desire. She's so fucking sexy and she's close. I have to taste her as she comes.

I spread her lips apart with my fingers and lick her from top to bottom. She pants, her back arching, her legs squeezing my ears. I slide my tongue over her cunt. Mhmm. She's getting sweeter, saltier, closer. I press her thighs against the couch, hard, and I go deeper, my tongue plunging inside her. She groans. "Fuck. Luke. Fuck."

"Oh, fuck," she groans again. She shakes. Moaning. Rocking her pelvis into my mouth.

I lick her again. She gasps. Her nails are so hard on my shoulders. Her voice is so high. This is the spot. I lick her again, harder and faster. She wraps her legs around me. She pants. She moans. She screams. But I don't stop. I lick her again and again, all her want and need pouring into me.

"Oh, fuck, I'm... Oh, fuck Luke..." She rocks into me one last time, her voice cracking, her nails hard against me as she comes.

She tugs at my hair, pulls me back to her, a goofy smile on her face. "Jesus fucking Christ." She collapses next to me.

But she's not done. She presses her hands into my ass and wraps her legs around me. Her lips graze mine. A soft kiss. Then harder. Her tongue probes my mouth, swirling around mine.

Her hands are on my hips. She pulls my boxers to my knees and brushes her hand against my cock. Heat spreads through me again. I need to have her like this. I need to come inside her.

"Get on your back," she says

And I'm not about to deny her when she's looking at me like she's going to consume me. She presses her lips into my neck as she strokes my cock. I bring my hands to her chest and rub her nipples.

"Mhmm," she groans

Her grip tightens and she strokes me harder. Fuck. Warmth spreads through my pelvis, moving towards my legs. God, I want to be inside her, our bodies together as one.

I grab her hips and bring her towards me, the tip of my cock slipping inside her. A wave of pleasure rocks through me. But I can't stop to savor it. I need to feel her around me.

I go deeper. Fuck. She feels so good, soft and wet. I pull her closer, thrusting into her, filling her.

She groans. Her eyes squeeze closed again. She rocks against me, again and again. A warmth spreads through my body. Pleasure, everywhere. Her hands dig into my skin. "Luke. Fuck, Luke," she groans.

We lock eyes. She's so sexy like this, lost in her lust, her teeth sinking into her lips. "Fuck," she groans. I pull her closer, holding her body steady as I thrust into her. God, yes. Fuck, yes. She's so fucking. She's so...

I kiss her, hard, sucking on her lips. My hands are on her chest, circling her nipples, and she moans into my mouth. She's so close already, and she feels so fucking good.

"Harder," she groans.

And I thrust harder and deeper and stronger.

"Harder," she groans again.

I shift our bodies until I'm on top of her. She moans, pulling me close, wrapping her legs around me. "I want to feel you come again," I say.

She kisses me as she shifts her legs around my shoulders. She's completely pinned, completely at my mercy. I thrust into her, deeper and deeper. She's so soft and warm and tight. Jesus. I'm almost...

"Luke," she groans, her hands on my ass.

"Louder."

"Luke," she nearly screams it.

Fuck. Her eyes close. And then it's her nails again--a sharp pain against my back that only heightens my pleasure.

She groans. "Fuck, Luke, Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I'm... fuck..." She squeezes me.

I thrust again. A little harder. A littler deeper.

I groan. I'm all instinct, thrusting into her, filling her, kissing her. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Her nails, her lips, her skin. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I sink my teeth into my lips as it overtakes me. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I come, my cock throbbing as I fill her.

She pulls me close, her arms and legs wrapped around me.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

The shriek of my ringtone pierces the otherwise calm silence. It's Samantha. I peek into the bedroom. Alyssa is in her own little world, her hands curled around her Kindle, her eyes glued to its screen.

She turns towards the sound, her eyes connecting with mine. "Samantha?"

"Yeah."

"I'm not going to be upset if you answer."

I nod. She motions for me to close the door. That must be a sign of trust.

I answer. "Hey."

"Hey," Samantha replies. It's almost a whisper.

Her parents must be home.

"Is everything okay?"

"I can survive a few days without you," she says. "But this isn't really a social call. And I have to make it quick."

"Date with Mr. Whole Foods?"

"No, that's not happening. Not after my fun attempt to get to the afterlife again."

Fucking hilarious.

"I have a few interviews in L.A.," she says.

"That's great."

"I want to move back as soon as I can. My parents are driving me crazy."

Tension knots in my shoulders. "My friend Mike could help you find a place."

"Yeah, Mike is great." She takes a slow breath. "But I already know where I want to live."

I clear my throat. "Where is that?"

Samantha sighs. She wants me to say all this for her. She wants me to offer the house back, so she doesn't have to ask.

"Luke... you know where."

"Where?"

"I want the house."

She says it so bluntly, as if I have no say in the matter, as if it doesn't matter that I've been living here for six months. Or that she dumped my sorry ass and promised to move out. Or that she didn't even want the house when she tried and failed to leave me. She didn't even want me to buy her out of her half of the mortgage, not with Edward fronting the money for the down payment.

She wanted her conscious clean, so she could live happily ever after with him.