A Little Bit of Trouble (24 page)

     “I can’t do it, I just can’t fucking roll over my head. That’s not my fault!”

     “But you think you can jump from one car to another, yet you don’t have the coordination to roll over?” Marie taunts and stretches her legs out. “Just admit it. Even in his prime, Bruce Willis would kick your ass.”

     “He would not.”

     “I’m certain he would. But I’ll bite, to save your pride,” she snickers. “OUCH! Dude.”

     “Ahhh! Get off my balls.”

     “I can’t believe you twisted my nipple.”

     “Balls. Off the balls,” Jacob chokes out. Loryn starts giggling beside me.
“Aaaaaah,” I’m guessing she squeezes harder. Christ, why can’t these people just enjoy the movie?

     Marie finally releases him. She doesn’t stop there, “Yeah… he’s still hotter than you though.”

     “Fucking bitch.”

     Sigh.

    
“You’re crazy Marie, Jacob is way hotter than Bruce Willis,” Maya announces into the silence. “But nowhere near as hot as Channing Tatum.”

     “Channing Tatum is hot but Jacob completely outshines him in that department,” Marie scoffs and pats Jacob’s thigh.

     “Yeah, completely agreeing with Marie on that one,” Loryn speaks up with a laugh. “Channing is hot but…”

      “Are we suddenly no longer here?” James chips in. “I mean…”

     “Baby, be quiet,” Maya leans forward so we can see her. “Jacob, you are the second sexiest man in the world. Happy now? And James, you are the first.”

     “I really don’t care, just watch the damn movie.” Jacob laughs and somehow makes Marie squeal again.

     We head back to mine and continue our celebrations with a couple of bottles of whiskey and of course a birthday cake. At present, the girls are dancing around the living room with cocktails in their hands whilst I stand in the kitchen attempting to light candles on a fucking cake with James. And not just any cake… a penis cake. Never trust Marie to purchase a god damn birthday cake.

     “YES!” I exclaim in triumph and pick up the now lit cake. The triumphant cheer is because it took me twenty minutes to light the first candle. “Ready?”

     And the singing begins. Then laughter follows when they see the cake. Damn you Marie.

Gags are useful

     When everyone leaves I walk over to Loryn and press my forehead against hers, “You had fun?”

     She nods with a smile, “I can’t believe Maya got me all of this.” She motions to the top of the range hair equipment
. “These straighteners alone cost about four hundred dollars. And she got me five of them.”

     “She wanted to give you a decent start. Maya is nothing if not generous,” I say softly and suck on her neck.

     “I feel bad though, these people don’t even know me and they’ve accepted me so easily.” She frowns a little solemnly. “I feel like a bum.”

     I roll my eyes and kiss her nose, “There’s one more thing I want to do before I fuck you senseless.”

     “Oh yeah, what’s that?”

     “Come on.”

     Taking her small hand in my own I pull her out of the door and down the hall and into the elevator. Her eyebrows scrunch in confusion when I hit the button for the top floor and we go up. We land on the empty service floor. I lead her straight to the stairs and cover her eyes.

     “You’re not planning to push me off the building are you?” she giggles as a blast of cool air hits us as I open the final door and lead her outside.

     Because the building is pointed, there’s only a small secure flat space about the size of an average living room with a four foot high wall. I smile when I see the blanket I sent with James and Maya spread out on the ground, surrounded by tiny candles in cute little glass jars.

     With the stars above and the candles flickering, it gives this experience a surreal feeling to it. I roll up the top of the blanket with my foot and slowly lower Loryn to the ground before releasing her eyes. She
gasps and smiles instantly at the view of the city. “Wow.”

     I lie
down beside her, turning on my side so I can face her as she looks up at the stars.

     My eyes follow the curve of her neck, down to the swell of her perfect breasts. Leaning on my elbow I reach down with my lips and touch the soft, plump globe closest to me. Her fingers instantly wind through my hair and tug my face up to hers where she kisses me, softly and sweetly on sweetly on my lips. I drink her in, her touches, her scent, the feel of her body against mine, the way she sighs with contentment, the way her tongue massages my own with exquisite slowness. Everything about this woman drives me crazy.

     I hitch her top up to her breasts and lick and kiss the soft skin of her stomach. She groans and rubs my shoulders with delicate fingers. Dammit, I’m hard. So fucking hard. Pushing her top up further I flip the cup down over a breast and take her nipple into my mouth. She gasps sharply and pushes her groin into my hips.

     “Lucas,” her whimper sets me on fire, but this is for her. For her to enjoy.
With swift fingers I unbutton her jeans, what shocks me is the fact she lets me. Normally she gets shy or embarrassed when I want to taste her there, right now she’s pushing my head down and fuck if it isn’t hot! “Please.”

    
“Tell me what you want baby,” I remove her jeans and kiss her inner thighs. “Tell me.”

     “You, I need you.”

     “How do you need me baby?” my tongue follows the seam of her panties.

     She groans and shudders
, her legs clamp around my head. “Do it.”

     “Do what?”
my hands grip the lace, I rip the panties away and throw the fabric over my shoulder. “Do what baby?”

     “Lucas! Please!”

     I chuckle and kiss her bare mound right above the spot she wants me to aim for. She pushes her hips up to my face, I blow against her soaking core. Fuck she’s wet, and I’ve done that to her. Hell yes. I don’t make her wait any longer, I instantly swipe my tongue straight up her center, from her core to her clit.

     “Oh my god, do that again.” So I do, before focusing on that tiny hood and flick at it. “More. Fingers.” Yes ma’am. With a smile I push two fingers into her. Christ she’s so damn wet. I almost come at the mere feel of her. She tastes fucking beautiful.
“Lucas! I’m gonna…” Nu-huh, not yet. No way. I pull my fingers out but keep my tongue flat over her clit until she calms. “You bastard! Don’t stop!” She writhes against me, trying to come on her own.

     I pull her hands away and push two fingers back into her
, she sighs and relaxes as I get back to work. After just a few teases of my tongue and flicks of my fingers her body tenses so I pull out again. She practically screams in frustration. With a glistening forehead she leans up and looks at me. I rest my chin on her flat stomach and wink.

     “Lucas! Please,” she falls back again, her chest heaving with each breath. I start again and right when she’s at that peak I stop. “You son of a bitch!” So I do it again, each time bringing her closer until she’s almost sobbing with need. “I really dislike you right now. Please baby. Finish me.”

     “No,” I state defiantly. “You’re too damn beautiful when you beg. Why would I make it stop?”

     With an animal like growl she pushes my head back to her folds. That’s more like it.
Her walls clench around my fingers, by now she’s so wet it has spread to her thighs. Perfect. I bring her to the edge again, and again. Over and over, completely relentlessly.

     “What’s wrong baby?” I ask mischievously when she throws her arm over her eyes and screams in anger. “You okay?”

     “I’m never, ever talking to you again if you don’t finish me off this minute!”

     “Stop telling lies.”

     She pushes my face back down, I push her hands away and kneel between her legs. Seeing her lay here beneath me, so frustrated yet relaxed and responsive to me, watching her beg for me has to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my fucking life. I can’t resist any more, my dick is harder than it’s ever been, and I need to feel her.

     Once my cock is free
I crawl up her body before kissing her lips. She doesn’t seem to mind the fact she’s all over my face. Although she is glaring at me without restraint.

     “I’m gonna fuck you now,” I whisper in her ear. “And
you’re going to scream my name.” I kiss her under her jaw and taste her damp flesh. “And you’re going to beg me to fuck you. You’re going to come, again and again. The entire time I fuck you you’re going to beg for more.” I nudge against her opening with the head of my solid erection after quickly slipping on a rubber. “Tell me what you want.”

     “I want you.”

     “Shit answer.”

     She scowls, “Just fuck me Lucas! Fuck me!”

     Christ, “That’s perfect.” I slide into her to the hilt, she feels, fuck she feels good. Her channel so slick and wet yet still fucking tight. “Say it again.”

     “Fuck me Lucas.” Thrust. “Fuck me.” Thrust. “Make me come. I need it. Please Lucas.”

     One thrust later she tenses, her nails dig into my back enough to break the skin and by god does she scream! “LUCAS!” her entire body spasms, her orgasm seems to last a life time as her walls clench around me. It takes everything I have,
everything
, to stop myself from coming with her.

     My thrusts don’t stop, I don’t give her a break to recover
and before long she’s crying out again, I slam into her harder and harder each time, feeling my dick hit her cervix with each merciless pound completely destroys my control. She moans and cries, needing that break to recover, I don’t give it to her. I lift her limp body up and rest back on my shins with her sat on my lap.

     “I can’t,” she whimpers as I move her up and down with my hands. “No energy.”

     But she does, somehow she finds that energy and moves with my hands, she slams up and down with my help. My thumb presses her clit down so it rubs against me with every lift and slam. She starts to shake, her legs seem to tremble.

     “No,” she whines and slows. “I can’t. Too tired.”

     “Don’t even think about it,” I pant and continue to lift her up and down. “Stop fighting it.”

     I lay her down and pound into her, my entire body burns. So fucking close.

     “Again baby, again.”

     “No,” she lets out a sob, a sob of pleasure and her legs fall limp. I lift one of them back up with my arm and
push into her as deep as possible before grinding into her. She quivers, her eyes roll back and she’s gone with a silent scream.

     What’s even more amazing is I go with her, my orgasm tears through me at exactly the moment hers begins. It’s powerful, explosive, I groan and it’s loud. She whimpers my name, her energy completely depleted. As the last tingles subside from my body she collapses, her eyes close
and her breathing evens out. I’ve literally fucked her unconscious. This is one of them moments that I’ll never forget.

     She doesn’t wake up when I wrap her in the blanket, she’s literally a dead weight as I carry her back to the elevator and she still doesn’t wake when I place her in bed. All she does is turn on her side, sigh and curl into the fetal position. I take off her bra and top and take a picture of her with the blanket up to her chin. She’s beautiful.

     Even though I’m pretty damn exhausted I head back up to the roof to gather our things and rush back down. She hasn’t moved at all. I strip off my clothes and climb in behind her. As if comforted by my presence she relaxes as soon as I curl around her.

     I kiss the back of her neck, she moans and turns into me. Her face now buried under my chin. “I love you Lucas,” she whimpers in her sleep. Shit.

    
She’s just emotional, drained, that’s all it is. There’s no way she can mean it. No fucking way at all because then we’d have to end it right? It wouldn’t be fair on her, she’d expect me to say it back eventually and I wouldn’t be able to do that. Of course she’s an awesome woman, she’s beautiful, amazing, special, kind, sweet. The god damn list is endless. She’s just… Loryn. She deserves the best, I can’t give that to her.

     My eyes instantly catch the photo on my nightstand, Crystal’s smiling eyes stare right at me.
I touch her face with my index finger and exhale deeply. My exhaustion evaporates and all I want is to get the fuck out of this bed and out of this room. There’s a bottle of whiskey with my name on it.

     “Come on babe,” she grins and swings the car door open, I watch as she locks Amelia’s car seat into the back. I smile and buckle my Annie into her booster seat beside Amelia. “I’m driving.”

     “Give me the damn keys,” I hold out my hand. As usual she ignores me and heads straight for the driver’s side. I get to watch her ass as she goes, I’ll never get tired of that ass. With attitude, I climb into the passenger side. “I still can’t believe you’re making me do this.”

     “It’ll be romantic,” she flips her hair over her shoulder. “I’ll give you a blowjob on the way back if you promise not to whine.” How can I resist that?

   
“
Remind me why we’re doing this again,” I grumble as we take a left towards the middle of nowhere. “It’s late, the girls should be in bed.”

     “It’s one night Lucas,” she snaps and exhales deeply. “When did you get so boring?”

    “I am not boring.”

   
“Whatever,” she scoffs and I can feel an argument brewing so I remain silent.

     I look out over unfamiliar surroundings, “Where are we?”

    “Will you stop fucking moaning?” she practically shouts. “I just want to do this one thing, this one nice thing for my family and all you do is fucking moan!”

    “Crystal,” I sigh but she’s already pulling over and climbing out of the car. I watch her stomp and snarl under her breath as she paces the length of the car. With another sigh I climb out and walk around to her. “Get back in the car. I’m just tired.”

     “You’re always fucking tired! We never do anything anymore!” she shrieks.

    I laugh in disbelief, “You’re so full of shit.”

    “Excuse me?”

    “You heard me. I said you are full of shit. It’s not me who doesn’t want to have sex anymore. It’s not me who
is always fucking late from work! It’s not me who is always starting shit at home!”

     She laughs a little manically, “Oh that’s rich… coming from you. I don’t want to have sex because it’s fucking boring. The same shit every single time.”

    “What are you saying?” My heart stammers. “You don’t like having sex with me?”

   
Her face softens, “No Lucas. I love having sex with the old you. Not this you.”

   
“There’s no fucking difference you crazy bitch! It’s you that’s changed! Forever moaning at me for every fucking thing from forgetting to put the milk back to asking you to make me a drink.”

     She rolls her eyes, “Well maybe if you would be more considerate.”