Accidentally On Purpose Part 6

"I'm cool with you accepting a date due to my blackmail."

"I'm sure you are. What are you doing tonight, my blackmailing friend?"

"Whatever you let me do." He raised an eyebrow.

"That sounds dirty."

His eyes widened and he chuckled. "I didn't mean it that way, although if you put on that outfit you had on this morning, I may not be able to control myself."

"You wish wish you had my pink rubber cleaning gloves." you had my pink rubber cleaning gloves."

"Don't forget your bleached short shorts. They would look hot on my legs."

"I will pay you a thousand dollars to wear only my short shorts and my pink rubber gloves."

"Whatever turns you on, baby."

"I'm about to pee my pants just thinking about it."

"Kinky."

"Do you want to do something tonight?" I asked. "Like rent some movies or something?"

"Sure. We can stop at the grocery store and pick up some junk food."

"I like junk food." I smiled, relieved that he agreed.

We hit up a Wal-Mart to pick up a couple of movies from Redbox and to grab our junk food before heading over to Luke's place. I instantly felt at home there. The decor was simple, but pleasant and it was clean and warm.

As we stood in the kitchen, sorting through our goodies and drinking beer, I was suddenly overwhelmed with nervousness. I knew that eventually he would try to kiss me, and thinking about it sent adrenaline racing through my veins. I realized that I really, really liked Luke, enough where I was seriously ready to make the first move and kiss him in the middle of his rant about how Oreo cookies aren't what they used to be. He looked up at me, stuttered a few times, and then just seemed to forget what he was saying altogether. I didn't say anything, or act surprised that he stopped talking. I just stared at him, feeling my heart pounding in my throat.

"Wow." He said.

"What?"

"You just left me speechless."

"I didn't do anything," I lightly shook my head and smiled a confused smile.

"I know," he said and moved in closer to me. "I love that you can do nothing and leave me speechless." He wrapped his arms around my waist and I linked my fingers behind his neck. We stood like that for a moment, staring at one another in silence.

"I have a confession," he said softly.

"Oh no," I sighed. "It's not about the gloves is it?"

"No," he grinned, and gave me a quick peck on the lips. "I've seriously been crus.h.i.+ng on you for about three years."

"Really?" I was genuinely surprised. His asking me out a few times never equated to a crush to me. A crush was more than just idle curiosity or even mild admiration.

"Okay, maybe more than crus.h.i.+ng. I'm pretty sure I've had some pretty strong feelings for you for a long time."

Well, that was an even bigger development than a crush. Now I I was speechless. was speechless.

"Maybe I shouldn't be telling you this on our first date," he sighed and started to pull away, but I held fast to him.

"It's okay," I said, my voice shaky. I really liked Luke, but I wasn't sure that I was on the same level as him, but I did want him. Just maybe not as strongly as he wanted me, but I thought that could grow, easily. It's not like I had anything else going on, especially with Kyle.

I froze at the thought of him. Why had my mind gone there? Why did I think of Kyle in this exact moment? It was just one weekend, so why was I so hung up on it?

I didn't have time to think about it, because Luke suddenly kissed me. The kiss was so strong, fueled by three years of "strong feelings" and secret crus.h.i.+ng, and hurt feelings from all of the times I turned him away. It was the sweetest, most sensual kiss I had ever had and I found myself completely lost in it. When I thought I would absolutely and happily drown in his wonderful kiss, he pulled away and groaned.

"What's wrong?" I asked, a little alarmed until I saw the smile creep onto his face.

"I have to stop kissing you or I'm going to go too far."

I smiled a devilish smile and bit my bottom lip.

"Don't look at me like that," he said huskily, unable to take his eyes off of my face.

I pushed myself up on my toes and touched my lips to his. He couldn't help, at first, but to kiss me back. His hands gripped onto my a.s.s as he pressed himself against me. He suddenly pulled away again.

"Oh my G.o.d, you're driving me crazy," he whispered. He backed away completely and started gathering our junk food. "I think we better go watch the movie before I drag you to my bed."

I couldn't tell you what was happening on the TV screen. My eyes saw the pictures, but could not register what was happening, especially since my eyes kept falling on Luke. I knew he knew that I was watching him, because he grinned and threw a cookie at me without taking his eyes off of the screen. Boldly, I closed the distance between us and kissed his neck. He pretended not to notice, but I heard a very quiet sigh escape his lips. I left a trail of kisses from his neck, across his cheek, and to his awesome lips. He kissed me back for a moment, but gently pushed me away.

"You have no self-control," he said with a l.u.s.tful smile.

"You have too much," I countered.

He kissed me again, but only quickly.

"You're making this really hard for me," he said quietly, holding my face in his hands.

"So, maybe you should give in."

"I don't want you to think that's all I want from you."

"What else do you want from me?"

"Everything," he whispered and brushed his lips against mine.

Embarra.s.sment flooded through my face. I carefully removed his hands and backed away to the other side of the couch.

"G.o.d, I must look like a complete hoochie," I said with an embarra.s.sed smile.

I was mortified that I threw myself onto him like that. Of course I wanted more from him, too. I really liked him, strongly liked him, and I wanted to explore the possibilities, but my first inclination was to get him into bed. What a s.l.u.t.

"You don't look like a hoochie," he said, moving closer to me.

"Oh, I'm so embarra.s.sed," I leaned over and hid my face in my knees. "You probably want the first time to be special and I'm just like 'hey, let's bang on the couch.' Ugh..."

"Hey, hey," he said soothingly and rubbed my back. "Come on, sit up. I want to see your pretty face."

I blew out a huge breath of frustration and then sat up and looked at Luke. He trailed a finger across my cheek to my lips. He stared at my lips with concentration as he again held my face between his hands. His thumbs slowly ran over my lips and I had the inclination to suck on one. I really couldn't help myself. I was out of control as I slowly and seductively sucked on his thumb. He watched with heated fascination for a while, until he suddenly stood up and took me by the hand out of the room, and down the hall to his bedroom.

Standing in front of the bed, he kissed me harder than before, and reached up and cupped a breast in each hand. I groaned when I felt his fingers gently squeeze my hardened nipples through my sweater. He pulled back, and quickly removed my sweater and camisole under that. My bra was unhooked and thrown across the room.

"Take your hair down," he demanded.

I did as I was told and he kissed me again, gripping the back of my hair.

"Sit down," was his next command.

I sat down and watched as he unlaced my boots and threw them, along with my socks, to random areas of the room. He unb.u.t.toned my jeans and allowed me to stand up only long enough to pull my jeans and panties off of my hips. I didn't see where he threw them, because I was watching him with antic.i.p.ation as he kneeled before me, spread my legs, licked two fingers and slid them inside. In a matter of seconds he had me squirming and having an o.r.g.a.s.m on his fingers.

Wrapping his arms under my thighs and putting his hands under my a.s.s, he pulled me forward to the very edge of the bed and buried his face between my legs. I thought I was going to die with pleasure as I grinded against his face. When I was already feeling spent from multiple o.r.g.a.s.ms, Luke stood up and quickly removed his own clothes. I ran my fingers over his muscular chest, down his six-pack, and followed the line of hair from his belly b.u.t.ton down to his throbbing manhood. I repaid oral for oral, except in a way it wasn't fair. He didn't have to worry about a gag reflex when he went down on me.

I started to rethink whether or not I wanted something that size inside of me, and I said as much out loud.

"Too late to go back now," he said with a grin.

I scooted back on the bed and he followed me, hovering over me.

"I might walk funny for days," I objected.

"I'm not that that big." big."

"Have you seen your s.h.i.+t?" I asked in a high pitched voice. "There are horses across the state that are jealous of you."

I gasped when I felt just a little bit slide into me.

"Do you want me to stop?" He whispered. "If you seriously want me to stop -"

"No," I whispered.

"Do you want me to go slow?"

I shook my head. Negative.

"I don't want to hurt you."

I pulled his face to mine and kissed him deeply and pa.s.sionately. While our tongues and lips were busy with each other, Luke slammed into me. I cried out, not knowing if I was crying out from pain or pleasure. He pulled out slowly and then did it again, but a little harder. I had never felt anything so painfully good good. I cried out for more, for him to go faster, and even harder though I knew my poor body would regret it later. At the end, we exploded together, both of us shouting out expletives and fiercely holding on to one another.

I woke the next morning in Luke's arms. He was sound asleep and I didn't mind watching him sleep for a little while, until I felt myself stirring for more action. I was sore as h.e.l.l, but I wanted more anyway. I woke him by stroking him until he was not only fully awake, but fully erect. He didn't waste any time pulling me on top of him.

We made love a few more times throughout the day. By the time I made it home that night, I really was walking funny, but Luke was well worth it, and I couldn't wait to spend more time with him.

Chapter Ten

The gala I had studied so hard for was approaching. It was an annual event and all proceeds went to various inst.i.tutions to aid the families that had chronically ill children. Anyone who could afford five grand a plate could get an invite, but it was a notorious occasion for big business, rich house wives having a chance to show off their bling and rubbing elbows with the occasional celebrity. Kyle and his father, whom I worked for before Kyle, always attended, and not because they cared so much for the children, but because they almost always met new business a.s.sociates there or were able to further their business opportunities with current clients.

My parents have been attending the galas for years and flew in the week before the event. Luke went with me to pick them up from the airport and we were going to dinner afterward. I was nervous about my mom meeting him. I didn't want her to start asking questions about his family tree, whether or not he was ready for marriage, or boring him to tears with stories about the south. It was embarra.s.sing. And even though I didn't love Luke or anything as deep as that, I didn't want him to see me in a different light because my mother was crazy.

"He's a very good looking man," she whispered to me in the back seat of my car. Luke was driving and my dad rode shotgun.

"How is he in bed?"

I took a deep breath to help me resist the urge to push her out of a moving vehicle.

"I haven't slept with him, Mom." I whispered, lying through my teeth. I just didn't want to discuss my s.e.x life with her. She would probably critique my oral skills or something.

"I should have known. You don't sleep with anybody. That's why you can't keep a man."

I glared at her but said nothing more for the rest of the car ride to the restaurant. I let her chatter on about the gala and what she was going to wear and what I should wear and a bunch of other things I didn't really listen to.

During dinner, my mom badgered Luke about his family, his finances, and a long list of other things. He was clearly fl.u.s.tered, and my dad tried to tame my mom as much as possible, but it wasn't enough.

"Did Emmy tell you we have a plantation?" She asked, moving onto talking about the south.

"Mom! Stop calling it that!" I was so embarra.s.sed.

"What am I supposed to call it? That's what it was when my mama was young and it hasn't changed."

"A lot has changed, but you're blinded by your insanity," I said.

"Emmy did tell me your family still grows cotton," Luke said to my mom before she could say anything else to me.

I was thankful that she was leaving the day after the gala. She and my dad would be returning to Louisiana - back to the plantation plantation - until the end of May or early June. - until the end of May or early June.

The rest of dinner went smoothly, as my dad wanted to discuss business and sports, two things my mom had no real interest in, so she had little to say.

"Your mom is a riot," Luke said later outside of my house. We were standing next to his car.

"Yeah. Sorry about that."

"Now I know where you get your gift for speaking bluntly." He laughed and then leaned in to kiss me.