Groomless - Part 1 (3 page)

He moved his hand under my chin and tilted my face up, then brought his lips against mine. He didn’t move them at first and only traced them softly across mine, but I soon gave in, unable to take it anymore, and began kissing him relentlessly. His mouth opened to mine, and the tips of our tongues touched. Then he pulled back a bit and ran his tongue over my lower lip. He sighed, letting out a deep, contented sound that made my heart sing. It made it feel like my heart was going to burst out of my chest because all I wanted was for him to be happy; it was the greatest feeling in the world to know that I could give him joy and pleasure.

As we kissed, I shifted to face him, so I could touch his cheek, his jawbone, and the muscular ropiness of his neck. I loved how smooth and soft his skin felt, stretched taut over his lean, sculpted muscles. Luke’s shoulders were substantial but not bulky, and his forearms were the same, but his hands were slender and long, like those of a piano player. Those glorious hands moved deftly over my body, pressing gently at the knots that had formed next to my shoulder blades, running the length of my collarbone. He slid one under my shirt and placed his warm palm flat against my stomach. He knew exactly how much pressure to exert to make me feel good without tickling me. Then his hand moved higher. He slid it under my bra and cupped my breast, then grazed my nipple in just the right way, causing the breath to catch in my throat. My stomach muscles tensed and relaxed over and over again as he ran those long fingers over my breasts.

“Let’s take this off,” Luke said, his lips still against mine, feeding those whispered words right into me.

In sweet and utter compliance, I held my arms above my head. He slipped my shirt off, then reached around and, with one hand, unfastened my bra. He slid one strap down, then the other, holding my gaze as he did so. After he carefully placed my shirt and bra to the side, safely away from the candles, he looked at my chest, biting his lower lip and taking a deep breath as he did so. I loved the expression on his face when he looked at me like that, so hungrily, overcome with unabashed desire, his emotions open like a book in his gorgeous features.

“I wish you could see yourself the way I see you,” he said as he began touching me again.

I had confided in him that I did not feel beautiful, that I didn’t understand why he had chosen me when there were so many other girls at school who were far prettier than I would ever be. Whenever I said any self-deprecating thing like that, he just shook his head and looked at me as if I was crazy.

“You are so gorgeous, and you don’t even realize it.”

His seductive, lustful gaze at me hardened my nipples to peaks, in spite of the warm and humid night air. I ran my hands through his hair as he lowered his head and swirled his tongue around one. From there, he worked his way lower, kissing a trail from chest to my belly button. He undid my shorts and slid them and my underwear off simultaneously. He eased me down so I was on my back and could look up at the sky, at the endless glittering stars and the bright moon that were bearing witness to our passion and probably jealous of it. He then pulled his own shirt off, revealing that perfectly sculpted torso that had certainly crossed the minds of many of my female classmates from time to time. I took some pride in the fact that while they were dreaming about him, I was actually there, touching him and letting him touch me. They had their fantasies, but I had the real thing. There were so many beautiful girls to compete with, but I was the one who was there, on the receiving end of that look of his, that beautiful synthesis of desire and affection, and I couldn’t fathom how I deserved such a blessing and privilege.

It was all bittersweet though, because I was sure it would be our last time. He had to leave in two days, and he would be untouchable, thousands of miles away, surrounded by new people in a new place, and I was sure he’d meet someone new, someone who was much more suited to him and what he wanted. There were a lot of fish in the sea, and he was about to move to a much bigger ocean. I hoped he would wait for me and that we could to try to maintain some sort of long-distance relationship, but I wasn’t sure how long we’d last once our physical contact was replaced by phone calls and messages and chats via some social media platform. I wasn’t sure Tweeting and texting would be enough, but I really didn’t have a choice, and it was better than nothing. I didn’t want Luke to give up his dream for me, and that was how I knew I truly loved him. Because I was willing to give him up for a time in order to have him forever, I knew it was far more than a silly schoolgirl crush or some kind of carnal lust. Above all else, I wanted him to be happy. At the moment, he was happy with me, and I hoped that would never change, but ultimately, his happiness was the most important thing, even if he had to find it with someone else.

“Hey,” he said, noticing that my thoughts had taken me down a melancholy road. “What’s the matter?”

It wasn’t until he reached out to touch the side of my face and wipe the tears away that I realized I’d been crying. I didn’t want to be so sad, so somber, because we didn’t have much time left, and I didn’t want to waste it. “Nothing. I’m fine,” I lied.

He kissed my forehead, the bridge of my nose, the tip of my nose, and then captured my mouth again. He danced his hand up to the side of my face and looked deeply into my eyes. “I don’t want you to be sad,” he said. “I’m trying to make you feel good.”

“Really, I’m just… I’m…”

Ignoring my excuses, he kissed my neck, my breasts, then moved all the way back down to my lower belly. He gently pushed my thighs apart, and I didn’t try to stop him; there was no point in playing coy when I wanted him as much as he wanted me. I lay there on the blanket, naked and wide open to him, my breath coming in slow, deep, desperate heaves. His hands were warm, and his tongue was curious and exploratory as he started to lick me. He rolled his tongue over and around my clit again and again, and my breath quickened and shortened as the sensations built up within me, like a volcano threatening to erupt from my core, sending ripples of pleasure and ecstasy down my limbs, up my spine, and into the base of my brain. It felt as if every sense within me had short-circuited, leaving only my delicious awareness of him. It was as though every cell in my body, every nerve ending, every fiber was completely in tune with exactly what he was doing.

I arched my back as he brought his hands up and touched my labia and spread me apart. He slid one finger, then another into me as he continued to lick my clit. I alternated between whimpering and groaning. He pressed his mouth against me and began to hum; the vibrations zinged through my body, the sensation building.

“Oh…m-my gosh,” I managed to gasp.

My chest heaved as he moved his fingers inside me, sliding them in deeper and deeper, until it seemed he would touch the very deepest place within me. I writhed, my body seemingly moving of its own volition, my inner thigh muscles aching with pleasure and desire.

“You have no idea how hot you are,” he said.

I knew he would stay down there, pleasuring my most intimate parts until I burst forth, but I wasn’t ready to come yet. I wanted us to experience that together, so as hard as it was, I pulled him up and kissed him. We rolled over until he was on his back, with me hovering above him, straddling him. I unfastened the button on his jeans, unzipped his fly, then pushed them down. Freed from its denim prison, his cock sprang out in all its huge, hard glory. He was so large that I could barely wrap my hand around him, and my fingertips only just touched. I took him into my mouth, just the head at first, then I moved slowly, taking him farther and deeper, until I felt his massive member at the back of my throat. I reached down and cupped his balls with one hand and gave them a squeeze as I pulled my head back. I repeated that motion over and over again, taking him all the way in, till he was at the back of my throat, then pulling back until just his head was in my mouth and the tip of my tongue could trace circles around it.

“Fuck yes,” he whispered, a deep, throaty sound that I felt as well as heard.

Encouraged by his pleasure, I began moving faster. I loved the way his cock pulsed and grew, the way it throbbed with heat, and that summoned heat between my own legs and throughout my whole body. His breathing was short and rapid, his face contorted in a mask of pure pleasure. His eyes squeezed shut, his jaw clenched, and his brow furrowed as I took him all the way in, as far as I could.

“Get on me,” he gasped. “Please! I need to be inside you right now. I love what you’re doing, but… Holy shit, I just need to be in you.”

He held my hips as I positioned myself over him and lowered onto him, stopping just as the moist, warm head of his cock slid into me. His breath caught in his throat when I paused, and he groaned as I lifted myself just high enough that he almost slipped out. I repeated that teasing movement over and over again, until neither of us could take it anymore. When I let myself all onto him, he slid in completely, filling me up, and we both gasped. His grip tightened on my hips, practically digging into my heated skin. For balance, I placed one hand on his abdomen, which was tight as a drum, the smooth skin stretched taut over his washboard muscles.

We moved together, in a slow rhythm at first. I swiveled my hips around in a circle, then began gyrating counterclockwise. I undulated up and down, back and forth, as though I were riding a galloping horse. It felt as if every molecule of my body was comprised entirely of neon electricity, a crackling, tingling energy that would build and build and build and finally explode, completely obliterating everything else.

Before that cosmic blast, though, Luke sat up still buried deep inside me. I wrapped my legs around his back as I sat on his lap and looked right into his face. We held each other’s gaze for several seconds, and while we remained still as statues, the current of electricity was still surging between us. One of his arms encircled my back, but with the other hand, he held the back of my head and pulled me to him. We began to kiss, slathering one another with big, deep, open-mouthed kisses. Our tongues soon took center stage, dancing a lambada all their own. We were one, melded together at the mouth and at the hips, like vines, so entwined and entangled that it was impossible to tell where one of us ended and the other began.

Luke, well endowed as he was, managed to stay inside me as he leaned forward and eased me down onto the blanket that felt cool against my back. I bit my lip, and a groan escaped my mouth. He hit that spot, that special, elusive spot that sent shivers shooting up and down my spine, pleasure so great that it threatened to paralyze me. For several minutes, he kept his arms straight, but then he leaned down on his forearms, folding me in half. He moved slowly, hitting that spot again and again.

I raked my fingers down the smooth planes of his back, grabbed his ass, and bit his shoulder. “Please don’t stop,” I whimpered. “Please, please, please!”

He didn’t stop. Instead, he moved faster and deeper, swiveling his hips one way and then the other. He made figure eights, his own version of that undulating motion I had done to him only moments before. As he moved his lower body, he stared into my eyes and kissed my forehead. I held either side of his face, and he moved his forehead to mine.

“I love you,” he said, his voice breathless, whispery. “I fucking love you so much.”

“I love you…too.” I could barely get the words out. It was almost too much, a feeling so Earth-shattering that it almost rendered me speechless. The sensation just kept building, like a rollercoaster climbing some infinite hill. It just kept accelerating and ascending, going higher and higher, faster and faster, toward some unfathomable crescendo of passion. The pressure grew, greater and stronger with each beat of our synchronized hearts, the anticipation building to unbearable levels. I didn’t know how much pleasure my body could withstand, how much I could take before I would explode, before my body would just give out. I was things, words and guttural sounds that were entirely nonsensical, animalistic, and primal. Luke thrust into me like a jack-hammer, going deeper and harder each time.

We began kissing again, even more fiercely, practically devouring one another. I bit his bottom lip and roughly pushed my tongue against his, groaning his name into his mouth. Little bursts of color appeared in my peripheral vision, then fanned out, like a grand Fourth of July fireworks display right in front of my eyes. Through that spectacle, I could still see him, still feel him moving inside me, jolting me to that highest of high points, where I would suddenly cease to exist in my regular form, reduced to nothing but sensation. We both cried out at the same time as our climaxes collided in a bang far more remarkable than the one some people believe created the world. Luke’s energy poured into me, and the only thing I could feel was the all-consuming, all-powerful feeling of loving him.

“Holy shit! Holy shit…holy shit…holy…” he muttered, gasping as he drained every ounce of himself into me.

His strong arms, slick with sweat, began to tremble. When they gave out, he rolled over next to me. We lay there for quite some time, on our backs, just staring up at the sky. The sensations were still reverberating throughout my body, lingering even as they started to ebb.

“Wow,” Luke said, still breathless as he took my hand and squeezed it.

Silence lingered between us for quite some time. I rolled over on my side and threw my leg across his body, then rested my head in the crook where his shoulder met his torso. His fingers ran lightly up and down my upper arm, his breath warm on my forehead.

“Thank you for coming out here with me tonight,” he said, as though I had done him a favor, as though it wasn’t also the best night of my life.