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*~*~*

Ruben

I lay awake for hours, just holding her next to me. I knew I’d royally fucked up, but man, I just lost all control when I felt her sleek, hot pussy sucking my cock inside her.

I’d never, ever, reacted like that to a woman.

Not that I’m saying I’m some sort of ‘super-stud’ but I know what I have and how to use it and I literally couldn’t get the thought out of my head of how I’d ruined it for her.

Her first time, the one thing she’ll always remember...and I was a joke.

I groaned quietly, so as not to wake her.

I was never going to live it down.

The whole scene was playing on repeat in my mind, clumsily
rutting
inside her like some sort of rabid animal. Oh, it was just too embarrassing to comprehend. I buried my head in her neck as soon I came, not being able to stand the look of disappointment that flashed across her face.

I had every intention of making it up to her, as soon as she woke up. Looking at the clock, I wondered how long that would be.

No matter how embarrassed I was, my dick wasn’t. He was standing to attention and I swear if the thing had hands, he’d press them together in a prayer and beg me to let him back inside her.

I squeezed it tightly, trying to fight off the urge to climb on top of her again and wake her up.

It wasn’t working. My body was reacting without permission and my dick grew harder. I moved my arm from under Lydia’s neck and turn on my side, facing her. She looked so beautiful, so peaceful in her sleep. A better man would have left her to rest – but I clearly wasn’t that man.

I was a man being lead by his dick.

And let’s face it; it’s a
hard
thing to argue with.

The irony was not lost on me.

Without conscious thought, I lifted my hand and grazed my thumb across her nipple, loving the feeling of how she responded to my touch even in her sleep.

I whispered her name to rouse her, it felt pretty wrong to start playing when she hadn’t even opened her eyes.

“Come on, Lyds, open your eyes for me. I have a poor performance to make up for.” I tried to coax her awake.

Stroking my hands across her skin, my eyes zoned in on her thighs as they pressed together and I knew she was waking. I trailed a line of kisses across her neck and down her left breast. She began to writhe and gyrate her hips – even though her eyes still remained closed.

Her body’s reaction sent a jolt of lust to my groin, making my dick throb and I groaned out loud.

Lydia’s eyes shot open and she tensed.

“Ruben...” She breathed.

“I want you.”

Pushing her thighs wider, I moved in between them and rubbed my cock against her waiting pussy, making her shiver.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down, opening her mouth and kissing with a breathless intensity. Our mouths still entwined and our breathing synchronised – I took our linked hands and moved them down between us until I could feel the heat from her pussy warming my fingers.

I pressed her fingers to her clit and watched her eyes widen and her mouth drop open as I moved my hand lower and hooked two fingers inside her.

“Keep touching yourself, Lydia. Trust me.” She hesitated for a second and I raised an eyebrow, silently challenging her.

She let out a breath and started rubbing slow circles around her clit. Clearly not the first time she’d done that herself because within seconds she was moaning and had her thrown back as she panted out each breath. I just wanted to watch her.

That
was what it should have been like the first time. There is nothing,
nothing
sexier than Lydia Romero breathing your name when she’s bordering on the edge of an orgasm. I pumped my fingers faster, feeling her muscles tighten around them.

My dick was jealous, actually fucking jealous of my fingers.

If the stupid fucking thing hadn’t have messed up the first time, he wouldn’t have to be jealous. I wanted to feel her wet heat bouncing on my dick, more than I wanted to take my next breath.

Lydia’s breathing grew ragged and I knew she was there, I curled my fingers, rested my weight on my elbows and put my other hand on her stomach to keep her still.

Her fingers were still rubbing her clit, mine still curling inside her and I kept up my rhythm as her thighs shook and her back off arched off the bed. Her muscles pulsed around my fingers and I stilled, with my hand still on her stomach, letting her ride out her orgasm.

Her breathing began to regulate and she looked up at me with a satisfied smile on her face.

“Are you sore?” I asked as a second thought.

She shook her head, “Not really.”

I smiled, a slow, gradual smile. “Good, then get ready Lyds, because I’m not finished with you yet.”

She bit her lip.

Pushing her knees out to the side, I looked down and my eyes rolled back. She didn’t try to hide herself or look shy as I stared down at her, which made the whole thing even hotter. He legs open, skin flush, gleaming of sweat and her pussy on display for me, my brain was caught between plunging into her heat and burying my face between her thighs to taste her.

The latter won.

Crawling backwards away from her, she frowned down at me, clearly wondering why I wasn’t already giving her my dick. I shot her a wicked grin, spread her pussy and gave her my tongue instead.

“Oh fuck...” She moaned, pushing her hips up into my face. I grabbed her ass and held her to my mouth, feasting on her juices like it was my last meal.

“Ruben, Ruben, Ruben...” She panted my name over and over, fisting her hands in my hair and hungrily grinding against my face. I grunted and sucked her pulsing clit into my mouth, her legs shook on my shoulders but I didn’t want her to have another orgasm without my dick feeling her tight muscles clamping around it.

I lifted my face and raised myself over her.

“Ready?” I asked, still tasting her on my mouth. She nodded apprehensively.

As much as I wanted to thrust into her, I knew she was still probably tender, so I inched forwards at an agonising pace, keeping my measured strokes short and slow until she adjust to me. She started to raise her hips, forcing me deeper and I was pretty certain that if I listened close enough, I would hear the sound of my dick weeping with happiness.

I pushed myself deep and swivelled my hips, making her clench her thighs around my hips. Her mouth opened but no sound came out.

“Let me hear you.” I growled while my body was fighting to stay in control.

“I-I-I...” I have no clue what she was actually going to say because I pulled out and thrust back in harder making her throw her head back into the pillow on a loud moan.

I gave her my weight, then rolled us over so that she was straddling my hips and I was still inside her.

She stilled.

“Ride me.”

“I don’t know how...” She whispered.

“Just do what feels natural, what feels good.” I told her, hoping like hell she’d just
move
.

She raised herself up on her knees and slid down my cock like she was fucking born to do it - slowly at first, then faster when she found her rhythm. I was wrong before, when I said that there’s nothing sexier than hearing Lydia moan my name as she came apart...but watching her riding my cock, seeing her tits bouncing with her movements and having her fingernails digging into my chest...

That was fucking
heaven.

I moved my hands to her hips and when she lifted up again, I pushed down so her pussy slammed down harder and she whimpered. That sexy little whimper nearly undid me.

“Fuck, you look so fucking hot right now.” I bit out, gritting my teeth.

“So...do...you...” She panted.

I would have smiled if I wasn’t about two seconds away from losing control. Leaving my fingers on her hips, I brought my thumbs down to her clit and rubbed them up and down either side. Her movements faltered and her breath caught.

“Come on, Lyds! I need you to get there.” I begged. I would not finish before she did, not a second time, hopefully not ever again.

“I’m so close, so close. But it won’t come.” She moaned, trying to speed up.

I grabbed her hands from my chest and pulled them up, she yelped but fell forward like I needed her to. Holding my arms around her shoulders, I put my feet flat on the mattress and drove into her, over and over again – faster and harder with each thrust.

“Oh God, Oh God...!” She gasped in my ear.

I pounded into her pussy until I finally felt her thighs tense and she groaned out my name as the first shudders wracked her body. Finally,
fucking finally
, I thrust once, twice, and called out a curse as I spilled my cum inside her.

*~*~*

Lydia

Neither of us spoke. My brain had deserted me and my body was too shocked to move.

What the fuck was that?

I knew, as soon as my eyes opened, that it was going to be different. The intensity in Ruben’s gaze told me he meant business. I was pretty sure that I could write poetry about his fingers and his mouth anyway but, when riding his cock like a God damned cow girl, I thought I saw stars.

That
was how it was supposed to be.

I was deliciously tender between my thighs and my heart was still racing. A girl could very quickly get used to feeling that good.

“Wow...” I whispered, a few minutes later.

He grunted, but pulled me closer.

“That wasn’t wow, it was more than that. It was fucking incredible.”

I couldn’t have agreed with him more.

“I could get used to waking up like that!” I joked and he turned on his side so he could face me.

“Whatever you want, Lydia. Understand? Whatever you want, whenever you want it...if I can, I’ll get it or do it for you.”

It wasn’t the first time he said it, but it was the first time I really thought he meant it.

“I know,” I whispered, then clarified, “but I was only joking, I think I’d be late for work if we did that every morning!”

He smirked. “You’ve yet to learn the joys of a quickie though, babe.”

Oh boy.

And that was our story.

Until the day it wasn’t anymore. And I didn’t even know a single thing about it.

Chapter Thirteen

Lydia

Two years later.

“Good Morning, welcome to Wildlands! Do you need any help?” I smiled through my annoyance at having to say the same sentence over and over again ten hours a day, six days a week.

“No thank you, we’re just browsing.”

I kept my smile in place. “Ok well just give me a shout if you need anything. I’ll be happy to help!”

Fake voice. Fake smile. Fake fucking person.

I wasn’t happy to help. But needs must; and I needed that job and the money it gave me. I got the usual polite smile back and I turned to go back behind my till.

I wasn’t always the till girl, sometimes I was allowed out from behind my cage to walk the park, trying to sell plastic waterproofs to strangers. It was mundane, but I actually liked those times because it felt like a break from the normal.

I sighed and started cleaning the counter, which I’d already done ten minutes before.

I was bored. The day felt different that they usually did and I couldn’t put my finger on the reason why. But I knew it was going to be monumental.

“Laura!” My boss’s patronising voice called across the shop.

I didn’t respond, I just waited for him to approach me. I heard his feet shuffle across the floor until he was standing right in front of me.

“Laura! This is the new guy I was telling you about earlier...” he knew full well he hadn’t told me about any ‘new guy’ but he had my attention. “This is, is...um...”

“Hey, I’m Jase.” The freakishly good-looking new guy said as he held out his hand, which I shook.

“
Lydia...
” I widened my eyes at my boss reminding him that my name was in fact Lydia and not Laura. Again, he ignored me.

“Cool to meet you. So you’re going to show me the ropes around here yeah?”

I was? There was hardly enough work for me, let alone another member of staff.

“Um...”

“Of course! Don’t you remember when I asked you if you would be okay with training the new guy?”

Prick, prick, prick.

“Um, well it must have slipped my mind.”

Jase seemed to be looking more and more uncomfortable by the second so I decided to put the poor guy out of his misery.

“Sure, anyway, let’s crack on with it. I’m sure you’ll be running the place by the end of the day!” I joked.

*~*~*

Precisely three hours and thirty minutes later (I knew this because I was clock watching!) I unhooked my badge from my t-shirt and threw it in the drawer.

“Ready for lunch?” I asked Jase.

He jumped, as if he had forgotten I was there, and looked up from the shelves he’d been stacking. “Uh yeah sure. Where’s good to go round here?”

“There’s a cute little coffee shop that’s less than a five minute walk away. Fancy it?”

“Cool, is it any good?”

“Nancy’s? She makes the best Victoria sponge cake I think I’ve ever eaten.”

“Then we’ll go there.” He nodded.

I flicked the shop sign to ‘closed’ and we left.

“Sooo, Neil is kind of a dick huh?”

I snorted. “You got that already? You’re good. It took me at least a full day or two.”

“Oh please, girl that man practically screams ‘arrogant arsehole’!” He joked and I laughed with him.

“I’ve got a feeling we’re actually really going to enjoy working together.”

He slung an arm around my shoulders and I tensed. I wasn’t used to anyone other than Ruben touching me, ever. Jase obviously didn’t notice.

“Me too babe, me too.”

*~*~*

“I mean, give a guy a break! I’m surrounded by three of the most gorgeous men I have ever laid eyes on and I can’t do shit about it! And girl, no word of a lie, these are three
gorgeous
men. When I’m with them, I don’t know whether to laugh or cry at the injustice of it all.”

I giggled. “Wait, so you’re...?”

“Gay? Oh come on, don’t tell me you didn’t know that the second you saw me. Guys don’t come this pretty unless they’re batting for their own team. Trust me honey, you’re hot an’ all that, but you just don’t do anything for me down here...” He waved a hand over his crotch and I laughed out loud. I felt my face heat and he snorted at my reaction.

“So you’re an innocent one then huh? Fair warning, I have a habit of saying inappropriate things.”

“Oh no! That’s okay. I just, I can’t, I don’t...”

“You can’t? You don’t?” He prompted

“I can’t be that forward about things. I mean, I don’t think I could even talk about...” I leant forward and whispered “
Sex
, out loud!”

He hooted out a laugh in the middle of the tiny cafe and everyone turned to stare. I blushed deeper and buried my face in my hands to hide.

“Girl! You’re too funny. We’ve got to get you out of that, I’ll have you talking about cock or pussy like it is second nature. I’m a good influence like that.”

“Oh my God! Will you
please
keep your voice down?” I hissed, as I saw an old lady’s eyes widen in our direction.

“Why?” He shrugged.  “I’m not talking to them, so maybe they shouldn’t be eavesdropping and then they wouldn’t be hearing things that they don’t want to hear.”

He had a valid point, but still...

“You’re not exactly quiet, Jase.”

He grinned. “I never am, girl. Quiet is boring, and I’m anything but boring.”

“I’m getting that.”

“Then I’m doing well!”

I looked at my watch. “Damn, we have to be getting back.”

Walking back to work, I looked over at Jase. “So do you think you’ll like it at Wildlands?”

“Nope. I don’t want to work at all yet. I’m still in my last year at university and I wanted to concentrate on that first. I just didn’t have a choice.”

“Why didn’t you have a choice?”

“I have high maintenance best friends and a new guy in my life.” He stated as a fact.

“Are you going to elaborate on that?”

“Well, there’s Taylor and she’s just got married
and
had a baby. So obviously, I have a ridiculous amount of presents to buy if I’m going to secure my spot as favourite uncle. Trust me, there’s a huge amount of competition, so I’m going to make sure I spoil that kid rotten. My only problem with that plan is, they’re all freaking loaded, and I’m a student. The bestie, Harper, is all in love and, seeing as she is so in love, she wants to spend every penny she has on new clothes and going to the salon so that she looks perfect all the time. I mean, I don’t get it. If she already reeled him in, she doesn’t need to keep applying bait to the hook, am I right?” I nodded, even though what he was saying was not
technically
true.

“And then there’s Aaron.” He said with a goofy smile on his face.

“And Aaron is...”

“My ‘sort of’ boyfriend.”

“Your ‘sort of’ boyfriend? Explain please.” I asked.

“Well...” He started, but stopped.

“God, this is like drawing blood from a stone! What does he look like? How old is he? What does he do? And most importantly what does ‘sort of’ boyfriend mean? For someone who talks a lot, you leave out way too many details.”

“I thought you were shy and quiet! Didn’t take you long to break out the bossiness.”

I blushed. So I loved a bit of gossip, there’s no law against that!

“Hmm, where to start?” He tapped his chin. “He’s twenty five, he’s tall, dark and rugged. Every guy’s dream, really.”

“Okay, so why’s he your ‘sort of’ boyfriend?”

He grimaced. “I don’t like that he’s in the police.”

I thought about it for a minute, but came up blank, so I asked, “Why would that put you off?”

“My Dad was a detective. Still is, probably. And even though Aaron is
nothing
like my Dad, it just gives me the creeps, like maybe I’m drawn to him because they’re in the same job, or some Freudian shit like that.” He looked at me and shrugged with a self-depreciating smile. “Daddy issues.”

Definitely sounded like it.

“Okay, so I can’t say I know the details, for obvious reasons...” The fact that I’d known him all of four and a half hours! “And forgive me if I’m over-stepping my boundaries here, but it sounds like you’re just over-thinking things to me.”

He shrugged. “Maybe, maybe not. I guess we’ll just see how things go.”

I didn’t say anything else on the matter, and neither did he. Both caught in our own thoughts I supposed.

The rest of the day at work flew by and I really thought Jase would be fun to work with. Before I knew it, he had left, it was six o’clock and I knew Ruben would be waiting for me outside.

I shrugged on my coat, locked the front door of the store and grinned when I saw Ruben at the entrance. He was leaning against a car that I didn’t recognise.

“Who’s is the car?” I asked.

He shrugged, “I was running late so I borrowed it from a friend so I could get here in time.”

Years
, we’d been together and he’d never offered to introduce me to any of his ‘friends’. I had a slight complex about it but I never brought it up because I really thought he didn’t want me to feel bad that he had other people and I had no one.

“Good day, babe?” He asked as soon as I buckled myself in the passenger seat.

I shrugged. “Same as always.”

“Actually, that’s not true. We had a new guy start today and he seems really cool. We went to lunch together and I had a good laugh. Days at work might be a little less annoying from now on.” I added, with a grin.

He narrowed his eyes. “You went to lunch with another guy?”

I knew Ruben could be jealous, he was protective. Secretly I loved it, not that I’d ever let him know that.

“Yeah, I mean, it was better than being on my own. He’s gorgeous too, like model gorgeous. I felt like everyone was wondering what I was doing walking down the street with him!”

He swerved the car to the side of the road and slammed on the brakes. “Are you kidding me with this shit?”

I wasn’t sure I should push it anymore, so I giggled. “He’s gay honey.”

His scowl deepened. “You do that shit on purpose.”

I smiled but bit my lip as he shook his head. My inner bitch was cackling her evil little heart out. Yes Ruben, yes I definitely did it on purpose.

*~*~*

I had just made dinner and we sat side-by-side on the sofa while we ate and watched crappy TV. Then I carried the plates into the tiny kitchen to wash them.

Ruben’s lips trailed down my neck as he stood behind me, I shivered but tried to remain still, unaffected. The smile I felt against my skin told me that I wasn’t hiding anything from him.

He was always so gentle, subtle, almost as if he was still worried that he’d scare me away, even after two years.

I made a snap decision in that moment, that for once, I wasn’t in a soft or gentle mood. I grabbed his hands that were resting on my hips and squeezed his fingers into my skin as I pushed back against him. He stilled, but I wasn’t surprised.

I whirled to face him and grabbed his face, pulling him closer. I pecked his lips once, twice, then looked into his eyes, trying to silent convey my message but he didn’t move so I gave a little more. I jumped up on the sideboard, opened my thighs and tugged his hair to make him follow.

His mouth opened in shock which gave me access I needed to slide my tongue between his lips. His arms slowly closed around me and he moved in. I could feel him, long, hard and oh so hot against my centre.

I felt him try to slow me down as I clumsily tore his shirt from his trousers and tried to lift it over his head.

“Slow down.” He whispered as he took a few steps back. I knew he wasn’t going to take my hint.

“I’m not made of glass, Ruben. I want you to
fuck
me. No, I
need
you to fuck me. Not soft, not slow, not gentle. Fuck me like you’re last god damn breath depends on it, like your...”

My words died in my throat when I felt the air around us still. I looked into his eyes and black orbs stared back at me, glittering with a dangerous intensity that made me slide off the sideboard and bite my lip.

My breaths came short and fast as he took one
painfully
slow step back towards me and my body braced of its own accord.

Oh shit.

He crept closer, looking like a lion stalking its prey. My knees started to tremble and I second guessed my plan to bait him. I didn’t recognise the instant change in him. I focused on his eyes, searching for a glimpse of
my
Ruben, but I found none.