Page 33 of Tempting the Goalie
“Hi,” I purr as Luc walks back into the room.
“Hi, yourself.”
I can’t believe how hot these make-out sessions are getting and how good I feel with him, although I probably shouldn’t be so surprised. He was my first crush and, after all these years, my unresolved feelings have surfaced. The fact I couldn’t orgasm with West makes perfect sense. I didn’t feel this way about him. The attraction wasn’t the same. It wasn’t filled with burning need.
"Am I supposed to drop my towel?" he asks with a sheepish grin.
I nod. “I want to have sex with you.”
His gray eyes widen to saucers. “Izzy, there’s no coming back from that.”
“I know,” I confirm. “There’s no coming back from what we’ve already done, and I’m fine with that. You don’t need to worry. I won’t go falling in love with you. I’ll just remember how glorious your dick was.” I giggle.
“You think my dick is glorious, huh?” He drops the towel, and he’s hard as a rock. His cock extends up to his belly button.
I lick my lips. “You know I can’t say no to you, Isabelle.”
I moan, “Why does my full name sound so good coming from your lips?”
He kneels on the bed and moves to me slowly. “Isabelle, Isabelle, Isabelle,” he whispers until he reaches my lips and covers his lips with mine. We kiss like it’s nobody’s business as he hovers above me. When he settles his cock between my thighs. I am throbbing. I run my hands over the globes of his fine ass and up his back as he moves to my neck and spreads kisses down toward my breasts. When he licks my left nipple, my hips buck off the bed and when he nips my right nipple, I moan from the pleasure. His hands are all over me. Touching, kneading, exploring.
When his finger runs along my seam he groans too, “You’re soaked.”
“Tell me something I don’t know. I need you inside me, Luc.”
“I’m not a gentle lover, Isabelle, and right now you have me feeling ravenous,” he cautions and I look down at his cock. There is a bead of precum as it bobs against his stomach. I squeeze my thighs.
“Gentle is overrated. I need you to be whoever you are. That’s what I need, Luc.” My words are pleading and dripping with need, just like the area between my thighs.
“Okay.” He leans over me to his side table and pulls out a box of condoms. He sheathes his cock and then he is back to kissing me. He slides inside me slowly as I adjust to his size. When he begins to move my eyes fall shut. We kiss hard and fuck harder. I’ve never felt anything so intense in my life as our hands roam over every inch of each other’s bodies. When Luc flips me over and I begin to ride him, it’s game over. He’s filling me to the hilt, and it feels so good.
My breathing picks up as he cups my breasts in both his hands. I set off like a firecracker, falling over the edge into a cloud of bliss. Luc follows me over the edge, grunting his release. We fuck like rabbits until I can’t catch my breath, and I fall forward on his chest. The light smattering of hair on his chest tickles my cheek as he wraps an arm around me.
“Who would’ve thought,” he says.
“Yeah.” I smile, feeling giddy. The sex was off the charts.
“There’s no coming back from that, Isabelle.”
“Things changed the moment you started calling me Isabelle,” I reply. “It’s like I’m no longer a kid in your eyes.”
“You haven’t been for a while. Why do you think we stopped having sleepovers?”
I look up to him in awe. “We stopped having sleepovers when we turned sixteen.”
“I wanted you before you were sixteen, but we were both so young, and I wasn’t going to ruin the one constant I had in my life,” he explains, causing my mind to reel. So many thoughts rush through my mind. All the times I thought of kissing him and knew he wasn’t interested. Meeting West. Dating West. Giving West my virginity.
“What are you thinking?” he asks.
“How good we are together.” I shift a little so I can look him in the eyes. I know when I look in his eyes, I always know his truth. “Why didn’t we do that sooner?”
“Things are complicated. I can’t give you everything you need. You have to remember that. This can’t be permanent, no matter how good it feels and how good we are together,” he reminds, and I know it’s the broken Luc speaking. The one with a dark past who won’t allow himself to feel. I won’t argue with him now because I know it won’t get me anywhere.
“Should I sleep here tonight?” I ask.
He looks at me like a wounded puppy dog. “I assumed you would.”
“I mean, because you don’t have hookups stay over in your room,” I explain.
