Weak for Him (19 page)

He placed his arm around my
shoulder and gently brushed the outside of my arm. He stopped at
the end of the hallway and faced me.

"I've got a few more things to
take care of downstairs. I'll see you at midnight,
right?"

I cocked my head. "You know you
will."

With warm lips, Luke kissed my
cheek and gently brushed his hand on the back of my neck. I watched
him as he walked away; then turned and smiled before he headed down
the stairs. Damn, that man could wear a suit. Every bit hugged him
in the right places.

Being nosey, I opened a few doors
and entered one. Inside, I was amazed to see canvas, paint, and
white drapes on the floor. This is where his magic happened. It
smelled like creativity.

Unfinished paintings leaned
against the walls, sketches of people, places, and things. I took
my time and walked around the room, soaking in each unfinished
canvas, a memory he didn't want to forget. With each painting, each
secret, I learned more about Luke. The things that made him tick.
The memories he kept hidden away in his art. The man that looks at
me like I could save the world. The man that paid a million dollars
to make sure my virginity wasn't wasted on a scumbag who only
wanted to come.
Luke.

He wanted to make it meaningful,
personal just for me. And he would.

The grandfather clock in the
hallway struck 11:30 p.m. I stepped onto the balcony to grab some
fresh air where I would wait until it was time to meet downstairs.
The moonlight barely peeked through the trees as the cool air
kissed my skin. My mind created snippets and fantasies of Luke and
how gentle he would be with me tonight.

By his paintings, I could tell
Luke craved my innocence, but deep down inside I was a sexual
deviant who craved satisfaction. I wanted to be tied up, my hair be
pulled, with a combination of soft and hard. Then I wanted to be
fucked into sweet oblivion and sleep on cloud nine. The lust of
being dominated burned inside of me. I needed it, and I know that
if I begged Luke for it, he'd give it to me, just like I wanted.
Wouldn't he? Could he?

Would he be my sir?

Did the tattooed gentleman really
have it in him?

The whole nice guy approach, while
sweet and simple, somewhat turned me off. I wanted to know that he
could be strong. Luke had secrets, and I wanted to unravel and
divulge in knowing him while he learned me from the inside
out.

As I stood on the balcony, a part
of me went to the memory of Finn unlocking the door and teasing me
at Esther's. That man left me with nothing more than a pocket full
of resentment for the countless times he brought me to the limit,
restricted me, and made my body feel numb with desire. I leaned
against the railing and looked up at the man in the moon, hoping he
could answer my questions and help me forget about Finnely
Felton.

The balcony door clicked, and
before I could turn around, a body was behind me. I closed my eyes
with satisfaction.
Luke. He came back for me.

"We're going to play a game," a
deep whisper said from behind me.

"Don't turn around."

"A game?"

Interest peaked inside of me, and
down below.

A tie flapped over my neck and
then made its way over my mask, covering my eyes.

Blindfolded? I liked where this
was going.

"Luke, I…" A hand clamped over my
mouth, and I got the hint quick, no talking.

Fingers trailed over the tops of
my breasts and found themselves on my waist. He rubbed himself on
my ass in slow, fluid movements as his hands memorized each piece
of my body. Not too fast, or too slow, taking in every part of me.
Lips kissed my neck and found their way to the bottom of my ears.
He sucked and then licked down my neck. I moaned with pleasure, and
he repeated the nibbles and kisses on the other side. Each touch
turned me on, and I craved more. I grabbed the back of his neck
with both arms and tried to turn around, but he yanked my wrists
and placed them on the railing.

No touching. Noted.

I stood perfectly still, waiting,
desiring the next touch. One by one, he unbuttoned the petite
buttons all the way down my dress until it was fully open. The cold
draft and soft touch produced mountainous goose bumps. Gentle hands
tucked under my bra and grasped my breasts. I heard him moan
slightly.

Knowing I turned him on turned me
on.

He pushed the dress over my
shoulders, slid it down my arms until it landed on the balcony
floor with a
poof
.

The soft cotton silk blend and
gauze lay around my feet. He pulled the dress from under me and
threw it to the side. Minutes passed, and I heard him stifle a moan
as he took in every bit of my body, kissing up and down my legs and
my stomach. Although blindfolded, I could imagine the look on his
face as he studied me, kissed me, pleasured me. I opened my mouth
to whisper his name, and as I did, lips and tongue, and lust met
mine.

"We aren't supposed to kiss,
remember," I whispered.

A finger pressed against my
lips.

Don't ask, don't tell, I
supposed.

I wanted to grab him and pull him
toward me, and feel his lips pressed so seductively on mine, but I
resisted and interlocked my fingers behind me. I would be a good
girl. I would listen and please him. More aggressively, he kissed
my mouth, just what I wanted—needed. Hard, rough lips pushed into
mine, almost painful. But I sunk into him and returned the kisses
with the same overpowering intensity like he had been waiting to
kiss me for centuries. This is what I wanted, what I needed, what I
desired the most.

Kisses that Finnley couldn't give
me, but what Luke was so willing to do.

A gentleman in public—who openly
could be seen with me—but a freak in the bed, unclothed. Luke
proved to be a man that could command me and drive me wild with his
rough, pleasurable kisses.

He pulled away and continued to
trail his lips down my neck, licking my bare breasts and stomach.
Every time he touched me, my arousal peaked. Any more and I might
have taken him right there. Way to turn a virgin on, I
thought.

He forcefully leaned me against
the railing, dropped to his knees, and peeled off my little
panties, the ones Finn had picked out for me. I tried to forget
about Finn and lose myself with Luke. The boards from the balcony
pushed into my back, but I wouldn't complain. Only obey. Take
pleasure in pain and fully give myself to his every
command.

Before I could comprehend what was
happening, I felt tongue and kisses on my thighs and then sucking
and swirling on my sex. I grasped the railing of the balcony with
tight fingers and hummed with satisfaction. One hand trailed up my
body and pinched and pulled on my nipple as he continued to push me
to the brink.

Ohhhh.

I tried to be quiet, but I
couldn't help but be vocal. No one had explored me that close down
below, and he had to know how good he was making me feel. How wet
and turned on I was for him. He knew when he dipped the edge of his
tongue inside me and licked my sweetness away. His moan, deep and
animalistic, made me want to be fucked, right then and
there.

His tongue flicked and played with
me, and I almost lost my balance. He slightly chuckled as he moved
his tongue deeper and faster against me. The sweet rhythm of his
mouth brought me to a level of no return. As if he could taste the
build, he slowed his pace until I almost begged for release.
Teasing every moment, he pulled away and kissed and licked my
thighs, and then slightly dipped his tongue in my entry.

And then it happened.

As the orgasm pulsed through me,
he continued to lick and flick until the orgasmic waves
relinquished.

But he wasn't finished
yet.

His mouth found my sex again. He
sucked every drop of me, and then began his wild motions again. I
moaned as my legs shook and when the next orgasm completely
overtook my body, I went weak in the knees.
Weak for
him.

As it flowed through me, I grabbed
the railing, hoping not to fall as I moaned and whispered his
name.

"Oh, Luke. Luketon Brand. I want
you to fuck me."

Sweet fucking relief.

More kisses trailed up my body,
another flick of my raging hard nipples, and the urge to pleasure
him ran through me.

He knew how to pleasure a woman,
how to make her beg for more, and I was ready to drop to my
knees.

The nagging thoughts of Luke not
being what I wanted vanished. He could mold me to be whatever he
wanted
me
to be.

Light, sensual lips found mine,
and I could taste my sweetness on him. I bit his bottom lip and
sucked on it. As I leaned in, I could feel his hardness against my
leg, and as I reached for him, he moved my hands beside me and
turned me around.

Zippppp.

He unzipped his pants and pushed
his hard dick between my legs, but not inside of me. My body
clenched with want.

He wanted me. I wanted
him.

He paid a million for me. Why
not
take me right now?

As he stood there with his cock
between my legs, he slightly rocked his hips back and forth between
the folds of me. My juices covering his dick that slid so eagerly
between my lips, so close to being inside of me. With one slip, he
could take my virginity, and it all would be over. The climax and
teasing of it all drove me insane.

"Fuck me," I whispered and lifted
my ass in the air. With a strong hand, he slapped it and then
trailed his hands up my back only teasing me.

"Please, take me right now. I want
you to," I begged.

Another soft slap hit my ass and
then he put himself away. He turned me around and kissed me on the
lips one last time. I poured myself into it, wanting him to feel
what I felt, wanting him to know that I wanted him right then,
wishing he would just give me what we both wanted, but he pulled
away. Within seconds, I heard the clicking of the balcony door and
I knew I was alone. I had come, twice, and Luke had
gone.

I undid the tie and quickly got
dressed. My hair was rustled, and without even looking at myself, I
knew that I wore the
just been fucked
look and I'd have to
go downstairs and mingle with strangers.

The clock dinged, and I knew it
was midnight.

I searched the balcony and
couldn't find my panties.
Oh well.

All I wanted to do was find Luke's
room, lay in his bed naked, and wait to give him the same sweet
orgasmic pleasure that I received.

Tonight, I
wanted
to lose
my virginity.

Twenty

M
y eyes adjusted to the
darkness, so the bright lights beaming from the chandeliers almost
blinded me. I fixed the mask on my face and tried to pin my hair
how I had done it earlier, but it didn't work. A simple messy side
swoop would have to work. Or how Jesse put it, J.B.F
hair.

Flushed and fully satisfied, I
could feel wetness between my legs. I smiled as I replayed the
events and squeezed my thighs together. Luke surprised
me.

I didn't know he had it in him or
that I really wanted him in me. I wanted him to fuck me until the
sun came up, or until we both came, twice.

Slowly climbing down the stairs,
trying not to lose my balance, I looked down and saw the room full
of guests staring at me.

Holy fuck.

My social anxiety kicked into
overdrive, and all I could do was smile nervously at the
crowd.

Luke pulled me close to him, and
told everyone, "This is the girl who inspired this painting. I owe
its beauty to her."

I looked over and saw a large
painting of a woman sitting on the railing with her head tilted
against the wooden beam, looking sweet and pretty.

Redness covered my face as I
remembered that exact moment in Texas on the porch. He had made my
body look perfect in every way, from the slight curves of my legs
to the birthmark on my right thigh. This, I realized, was really
how Luke saw me that night, the night that we almost kissed on the
porch.

Innocence, happiness, and pure
love reflected in the soft hues of the moonbeams in the background.
He added pastel-colored flowers to my hair. I was amazed at the
detail of my eyelashes on my cheeks, and the strands of hair that
danced in the breeze.

"It's beautiful," I whispered to
him, and he grabbed my hand.

"You're beautiful."

Warm fuzzies burst inside of
me.

The pleasure he gave me, the
paintings, the warmth in his face and touch. An explosion of
emotions for him filled me. Every detail uncovered a piece of
Luke's puzzle, one that I wanted to put together.

I squeezed his hand back and
leaned into him, and the crowd burst into applause. We looked like
a normal, happy couple enjoying each other's company. Not a
call girl and a man who just gave me the most intensive orgasm,
ahem
, orgasms of my life.