I’ve only got her for tonight. That’s not nearly long enough, but I’ll take anything she wants to give me, and I’ll make every moment count.
After her proposition and my acceptance, she tore my shirt off. Again, no objections here.
She’s straddling my lap as I lean back against the back of the couch. The feel of her body on mine is unmatched. We fit together perfectly.
I tease the hem of her t-shirt and my mind is catapulted back in time to that summer four years ago. We weren’t ready to take that step, but as Lucy peels her top off, it’s clear we’re both ready now.
I skim my hands up her ribcage, cupping her breasts, plumping them so I can kiss the swells with my lips. I’m hard as fuck, have been pretty much since I saw her in the hallway. When she grinds her body into mine, I can’t hold back. “Holy hell, I want you, Lucy. I fucking crave you.”
She takes that for the invitation it is and keeps teasing me as she rubs her hot center over my hard dick. The fabric barriers barely matter at all—I could come like this, no question. But I don’t want this party to end before it begins, so I grip her waist and tell her to hold on tight. Planting my foot firmly on the ground, I flip our positions so she’s flat on her back, and I’m between her legs, my face inches away from her entrance.
“I need to taste you, Lucy. I need to kiss you. I need—”
Words become unnecessary as she shimmies out of her skirt and panties. She’s laid bare before me, and I take a moment to let it all sink in.
This is it. One shot. All I get with Lucy is one night, so I’m going to be present for every second. And I’m going to take my fucking time.
She can tell I’m reveling in this. I grip her ass with my hands and kiss my way down her inner thighs, each one in turn. Just when I reach my destination, I start the journey all over again. Her skin is warm, soft, flushed with heat. My lips are so hungry for her, but I hold back, knowing how good she’ll taste when I finally let myself indulge.
But Lucy has no such patience. She’s writhing beneath me, her hands in my hair, urging me forward.
I look up at her, then down the length of her perfect body, my lips glistening. “We only have tonight, Lucy. And I’m not rushing.”
Her hands grab onto my shoulders, her short nails digging into my skin. “Please, I can’t wait.”
And what I said earlier is true. I can’t say no to her. My lips find her center, hot and wet and God, I could stay here for hours teasing and touching and tasting her. But her hips are thrusting forward and I can tell she wants this as badly as I do. As soon as she tosses her head back and cries out, I stand, shove my jeans to the floor, grab a condom, sheathe my cock and look at her.
“I’m all yours, Lucy. Where do you want me?”
She crooks her finger, and I lie back down on the couch, my body bent over hers, my weight braced on my forearms. I tease her center with the head of my dick. But this isn’t just sex and she needs to know that. “I wanted it to be you, you know? That’s the way it should have been. You should have been my first, Lucy. And not in some possessive way. That’s fucking bullshit. Because it’s you. It’s always been you.”
She gasps as I enter her, and I’m lost to the sensation of her body and mine. We were made for each other, and each thrust proves it. She tightens around me and I damn near lose it. “Goddamn, Lucy. I’m gonna come. You feel so fucking good. I’m gonna come so hard—” I release into the condom, and I swear it takes us both a couple minutes to breathe normally.
I dispose of the condom then return to the couch, shifting us so that I’m on my back and she’s curled into my side.
Reality settles around us and I can almost hear a clock ticking down the minutes we have left. I kiss her temple and close my eyes, enjoying every second while it lasts.
* * *
Lucy
It’s been twelve hours since Caleb and I said goodbye, but I can’t get him out of my mind.
And that’s not good.
It’s also not new.
Ever summer, after camp ended, I had a sort of Caleb-induced hangover. It would last a few weeks until I got used to my routine again, and then his memory would fade into the background. It was never gone, exactly, just shelved. Like the fancy, strappy high heels I wore to prom that made my legs look a mile long.
They were great shoes.
Just not everyday shoes.
And that’s what I need to remember about Caleb. He’s amazing. But he’s not part of the day-to-day that makes up my life. And right now, it’s time to get back to that life. I can hear my dad’s voice in my head telling me to keep my eyes on the prize. We’ve had my future mapped out since I was a kid. A few adjustments have been made throughout the years, but the goal has always stayed the same: top-tier college leads to top-tier grad program leads to more hard work and corner office that eventually leads me down the hall to become CEO. I’m not bossy. I’m the boss. Or, I will be someday.
That’s where I’m headed, and I can’t afford to be distracted.
And Caleb is the biggest distraction I can imagine. His personality fills the whole room. And when I’m with him, all his attention is on me. That’s more than I can handle right now, especially with all I have going.
