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CHAPTER SIXTEEN

LIV

No matter how uncomfortable I seemed to feel as a result of my odd sexual desires, Luke’s acceptance of me was all the reassurance I needed. He made it obvious that although I may not fit into the world’s mold of a typical 25-year-old woman, I snapped into place in his perfectly.

After an hour-long session of kissing, sucking his cock, vaginal intercourse, and experiencing having him tease my ass with various toys, I was mentally prepared for my introduction into the world of women who had tried butt sex.

“Please don’t fuck me in the ass,” I whined.

“I thought you wanted me to…”

I pressed my bare chest into the comforter, reached behind me, and spread my ass cheeks as wide as I could.

“You can fuck me, Mister. But, please. Whatever you do, don’t shove your cock in ass.”

I was done playing around. Knowing Luke had more hang-ups than I did, I thought maybe the
please don’t fuck me, Mister
routine may coerce him into taking the next step.

Spreading my ass cheeks only made matters worse. For whatever reason, spreading my ass apart was turning me on. Hell, everything turned me on. As I felt Luke gathering my hair in his hand, I pressed my face into the comforter and prayed.

I felt cold lube on my ass. Something, but definitely not his cock, began sliding in and out of my ass. I sighed a shallow sigh of boredom into the comforter and although he couldn’t even see me, rolled my eyes.

A few seconds later, and I felt his cock slide into my overly anxious pussy. We had exercised foreplay for so long my twat had opened up like a flower. The introduction of his cock into my wet crevice was like tossing a cucumber down the hallway. Two or three full strokes of his cock later, and I fought to convince myself that I was satisfied.

Quickly becoming bored with the thought of having him fuck me, and feeling terrible for harboring the feeling, I raised from the comforter slightly and leaned forward. Hoping to cause him to at least tug against my hair slightly, I was disappointed when I felt no resistance whatsoever.

He slowly slid himself out of my wetness.

I sighed, wondering if another session of me sucking his cock was next. Hopefully, if nothing else, I could convince him to fuck my face.

It would be better than nothing.

I felt slight pressure on my asshole as he pulled my hair tight. Then, a little more pressure against my ass. He forced his chest against my back as he lifted my head and shoulders by pulling my hair even more taught.

“Not in the ass, huh?” he breathed into my ear.

Oh, God. Please.

“No, please no!” I whimpered.

I felt his girth slowly slide inside of me.

Holy shit.

With great care, he worked himself in and out of my tight ass, giving me a little more length with each stroke. I chewed against my lip as I tried to identify just what it was I was feeling, knowing nothing more than the fact that I liked it. It was much different than being fucked in the pussy, but I was in heaven regardless. The feeling of cold lube against my ass startled me, but not near as much as what followed.

I clenched the comforter in my hands and gasped as he slid his entire length into me. I tried to collapse into the comforter only to have him pull against my hair and breathe his warm breath into my ear.

“Too bad I don’t let little girls call the shots,” he growled.

Apparently all of the anal foreplay was for good reason. Without further warning, he began to work his girth in and out of my ass. My eyes bulged and I opened my mouth wide, but for all the right reasons.

It was incredible.

Chloe was right.

Being fucked in the ass was everything I had hoped for.

And more.

He continued to fuck my ass deeply but not savagely. Confused on why I was enjoying it as much as I was, I simply exhaled what little breath I had left in my lungs and allowed myself to relish in the odd sensuality of having Luke balls-deep inside my ass.

With his muscular forearm pressed into my upper back and my hair clenched in his fist, he gripped my neck with his free hand. Now pulling against the front of my neck and squeezing it slightly, he had me on the verge of what was undoubtedly going to be the most intense orgasm I ever had the luxury of experiencing.

“You sexy little bitch,” he breathed into my ear. “I love that tight little ass of yours.”

Jesusfuckingchrist.

He released my neck and continued to punish my virgin ass. As my mind continued to swim in the pool of sensual bliss anal sex had cast me into, I felt his finger slide deep into my pussy. Within a few seconds, he was finger fucking me into a complete state of confusion. My body, my mind, and two of my three available holes were all fighting for a means of expressing their pleasure. Realizing I was on the cusp of something earth shattering, I opened my mouth and waited for whatever it was to escape me.

He continued to simultaneously jackhammer his finger in and out of my twat and fuck my ass with the precision of a trained professional. And, just like that, he found my threshold.

As he methodically proceeded to tickle my g-spot with the tip of his middle finger and fuck my ass with the entire length of his throbbing cock, every muscle in my body tensed, released, and then began to quiver.

A mild groan escaped me.

Then, it evolved into a growl.

And with the growl came a sensual explosion.

“Ooooohhhhh.” I moaned in a sixty-second-long blood-curdling howl.

From well within me, an orgasm of epic proportion unleashed. Unlike any other climax I had ever experienced, it came from deep inside of me and not from my outer extremities. I opened my eyes wide and let it flow through me like a sexual river rushing to its final destination. 

My ears rang, my vision blurred, and the two holes that were filled with Luke’s love felt like they exploded at the same time.

Luke had once again hit spots in me I didn’t even know I had. Fabulous sex had quickly been redefined.

I collapsed face-first onto the comforter. A few minutes later, and I found myself staring blankly at the ceiling, not necessarily knowing how I got there.

My legs were shaking ever-so-slightly, but uncontrollably.

“Come here, Baby,” he said.

I blinked a few times and stared as he picked me up and into his arms.

“We’re going to go take warm bath,” he said.

Incapable of responding, I simply gazed up at him and nodded.

He provided me what I wanted, what I had begged for, and what I thought I needed, but on his own terms. I wasn’t prepared for the intensity of the orgasm that followed, but I doubted anything I could have done would have prepared me.

Luke wasn’t only my best friend, sexual partner, and lover.

He also protected me from myself without making me feel like an idiot.

And, for that reason alone, I loved him even more.

One orgasm at a time.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

LUKE

I had been in love with Liv since we were in high school, and although I never acted on my feelings, my love for her never escaped me. Based on my opinions of myself, I had made an effort to protect her from me – choosing to love her from afar. In the many years that followed, I felt the depth of my love slowly diminishing until it was something I was comfortable living with. In looking back on what I allowed myself to feel – and to express – I realized not only was I protecting Liv, I was attempting to protect myself.

Now loving her without limitations or reservation, it seemed that nothing else mattered in my life. Surfing had not become unimportant, but it certainly wasn’t on the forefront of my preferred leisure activities. My midnight strolls along the beach turned into uninterrupted nights of dreamless sleep.

My life had become the opposite of what I had spent a lifetime fearing.

She buckled her seatbelt, glanced at me, and exhaled. “My mom and dad rode this thing when I was in kindergarten. I’m serious. Once, and then I’m done.”

She agreed to ride the rollercoaster at my insistence, but with great reluctance. As long as the amusement park had been in service, it saddened me that she had never taken the time to ride Mission Beach’s oldest attraction. The fact I was busting her rollercoaster cherry made up for it, though.

“Once is fine,” I said. “Listen to this. My father’s father’s father not only ride this fucker with his wife, he rode it when he was a little kid.”

She peered over the edge of the car and down along the wooden structure.

“Yeah, my great grandfather,” I said. “When he was little, in like 1935. And he said back then it was already an
old
amusement park. Every generation of my family from then until now has ridden this fucker with their wife.”

The attendant checked everyone’s seatbelt, and after giving instructions regarding remaining seated in our cars, started the ride. One of the world’s oldest rollercoasters, and one of few remaining wooden rollercoasters in the United States, Belmont Park’s
The Big Dipper
was an attraction I had spent a lifetime enjoying.

As the car slowly clanked along the tracks, she gazed over the edge of the ride. “I’m scared.”

“Don’t be,” I said. “We haven’t even gone up the first hill yet. And remember, this thing only flies off the tracks like, I don’t know, maybe once a year.”

“Luke, stop it. I swear.”

As we slowly climbed the last few feet to crest of the first hill I raised my hands high it the air.

“She said leave your hands in the car.”

I cocked an eyebrow as the car reached the top.

Liv raised her hands above her head.

The car reached the apex, seemed to pause for a second, and then plummeted to the bottom of the tracks.

A shrill scream escaped Liv’s lungs.

The car shot up the next hill, slowing slightly toward the top, only to quickly fall again. The process repeated itself over and over, all but extracting the air from our lungs each time. After coming to a stop back where we originally started, Liv sighed and turned to face me.

I had a feeling she actually enjoyed herself.

“Let’s do it again,” she said.

“I told you that you’d like it.”

“I didn’t say I liked it. I said I wanted to go again.”

I shrugged and laughed lightly. “Okay.”

Five rollercoaster rides and two hours later, it was apparent she learned a little but about her sense of adventure.

“I want an ice cream cone,” she said.

Ice cream wasn’t something I typically ate. As far as I was concerned, yogurt was a treat.

I grinned and nodded. “Sounds great.”

As we buried our faces into two of the largest ice cream cones I had ever seen, we laughed, talked about when we were kids, and agreed that we had been deeply in love with each other since we first met. And, for the first time since I was a young child, my life felt like it was finally in order.

I eagerly nibbled the last few bites of my waffle cone from my sticky fingertips. “Okay, this isn’t something I want to do every day, but that motherfucker was
good
.”

Liv’s cone looked like it did when they handed it to her. She was adorable. Sitting on the stool in her raggedy jean shorts with her legs crossed and her elbow resting on her knee, she held the cone directly in front of her face, savoring it one lick at a time. Obviously unaware of my interest, she forced her tongue against the chocolate ice cream, leaving a beveled path along the surface.

She glanced up. Chocolate ice cream covered the corners of her mouth. “I love ice cream.”

“I didn’t know I did, but I guess I do.”

Her eyes darted around me. “Where’s yours?”

“Gone,” I said.

She extended her arm. “Wanna lick?”

I grinned. “No, you go right ahead. I’m having fun watching you.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Weirdo.”

We both seemed shocked by her phone ringing, and as she pulled it from her purse, I instinctively pressed my hands against my shorts and realized my phone, as always, wasn’t with me. Most people’s crutch, and my personal annoyance, a cell phone was something I felt I needed to have but rarely used.

“Uhhm, it’s your dad,” she said, her voice conveying the emotion she was feeling.

She handed me the phone. “There’s been an accident.”

As I accepted the phone, she tossed her ice cream into trash and grabbed her purse.

“Your brother’s been hit by a car,” my father said.

My mouth immediately went dry. I tried to swallow, but my throat constricted. I wondered the worst, but quickly convinced myself that if he had been killed, my father would have said so already.

I swallowed hard. “Was he. Was he uhhm. On his bike?”

“Yeah. I’ve been trying to call you, but. Well, it doesn’t matter. He’s alive, Luke, but he’s pretty banged up.”

His voice faltered. He cleared his throat. “Both arms are broken. And. God damn it. His uhhm. His legs. The uhhm.”

I fought against the emotion. “Pop?”

“I’m here,” he said. “The car. His legs are shattered, Luke.”

“Where is he?”

“Balboa. He’s still in the emergency room. The trauma unit.”

“We’ll be there in fifteen,” I said.

“Luke?”

“Yeah, Pop?”

“Drive careful, okay?”

“See you in fifteen.”

Matthew was three years younger than me, and I felt as compelled to protect him as I did Liv. He was his own person, however, and lived a life not much differently than I did. Riding his bicycle was his salvation.

As we silently rode to the hospital, I wondered if he’d ever be able to ride it again, and if not, what would become of him.

The same thing, I guessed, that would become of me if I lost Liv.