Lyra Parish - Weak for Him

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.

My 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.