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Either the boldness of my actions despite his warning, or the sound of my gasp, finally breaks Luis’ composure. He spins me around in his lap, settling me down so my core is resting directly on his hard length.
Lifting me slightly, he drags my body up to his abdomen and lets me down again, pushing me down the length of him. The shiver that rocks my body is intense, a breathy, high-pitched moan escaping my throat. With a firm grasp on my hips, Luis slides me up and down his huge erection, grinding it against my aching clit. My hips rock against him, finding a rhythm and gasping in tiny breaths as warmth spreads over me. My body tenses. I can feel the pulsing of Luis’ cock as he comes, the added sensation setting off a bomb inside me. The tiny electric shivers that have been prickling over my body explode and I convulse in his lap, grinding hard as he jerks and holds me tightly against him. I cry out, riding out my orgasm, tiny shivers still wracking my body.
Luis watches me as if he is in awe, pulling me against him. He reaches up to wipe a stray wet curl from my forehead.
“Amazing,” he says so low that I almost miss it, and he pulls my mouth down to his. His kiss is as intense as he is, and I want to drown in it. Before I can attack him again, he pulls back and lifts me, turning to set me on the seat while he gingerly climbs out of the tub.
Once he leaves my orbit, I remember that we did, in fact, have an audience. The instigator himself is sitting on the opposite end of the tub, staring at me with a dazed expression. Through the clear water, his erection is plainly visible, straining against his boxer briefs.
“Damn girl. I didn’t know you had it in you.”
My blush reaches my toes, but I am distracted when I hear the shower cut on behind me. Turning towards the sound, I gape at the sight of Luis standing underneath the stream of water, stark naked. My eyes run over him greedily, suddenly no longer satiated, salivating at the sight of his tight butt and the ink that covers most of his body. When he turns to the side, I get a sight of his semi-hardened length and nearly choke.
Micah comes up behind me, leaning down to whisper in my ear. “Looks like you’re lucky he has so much self-control, siren. That thing looks like it could split you in two.” And then before I can react, he scoops me up and carries me out of the water.
“In other news,” Micah says, like he didn’t just threaten me with someone else’s dick, “I think this bath is an excellent physical therapy tool. It seemed like movement was much easier in the water.” His tone is teasing, but also serious.
He drops me on my feet as Luis emerges behind me, a towel wrapped around his waist. He wraps an insanely soft, fluffy white towel around my shoulders that engulfs my entire body. Micah wraps a towel around his own waist and winks at me before exiting the room, leaving me alone with Luis.
The towel firmly settled around my shoulders, he turns me around to face him, reaching behind me to unclasp my soaking wet, and completely transparent, bra. I don’t bother covering myself, something about this man renders me unable to move. He pulls the bra from my body and down my arms, letting it drop to the floor, before kneeling in front of me to remove my underwear. Every time he drops to my feet like that my heartrate bottoms out, and he must realize it because I feel like he’s spent an inordinate amount of time down there. He pulls the wet material down my legs, helping me step out of them as I stand here panting like an idiot.
The other times Luis has dressed or undressed me, he has mostly maintained eye contact, or at least not obviously gawked at my body. But this time, he trails his heated gaze right along my skin, running his hands all the way up my legs, his thumbs skimming dangerously close to the v where my thighs meet in a short mass of blonde curls. He’s so close that I can feel his breath whisper all the way up my body, as he stands and kisses me lightly, pulling the towel snug around me.
Luis then holds up a comb and moves behind me, releasing my hair from under the towel. He slowly and patiently combs the long tresses from the bottom up, and then pulls it back, braiding it into one large plait and laying it over my shoulder. My hair, now clean of the dark blood and mud and whatever else, is a pale shade of blonde, even lighter than my eyebrows.
“What is this?” He murmurs, inches from the tickly spot behind my left ear. For a moment I think he’s flirting again, but then he pushes my ear forward.
“You have a tattoo,” he says plainly. “Just here,” and he touches the space directly behind my ear.
“I do? What is it?”
“It’s just a number 6,” he says. “It’s not a very good one, I’m afraid.”
“I guess it’s a good thing it’s pretty hidden,” I joke.
I can’t even be bothered to worry what it means. Add it to my tally of weird shit.
Lukas
I feel weirdly giddy, and maybe brave. I’ve always been the analytical type and not one to act on impulse, except in the case of close, trusted relationships.
But I thought about what Micah said, about how he feels a similar pull to her that he does to me. It made me think and analyze my own feelings in a different way than I normally would. I thought about how I felt attracted to Micah the first moment I sat down next to him in that class, and about the years I spent overthinking my feelings and holding back due to fear.
I am intensely attracted to her. And I don’t want to make the same mistakes.
When I was listening to her earnest explanation of her feelings, I was blown away by the respect that she offered to both of our feelings and my relationship with Micah. I could see in her eyes that she meant every word, and the closer the tears got to spilling over her light eyelashes, the closer I wanted to be to her. I found myself gravitating toward her, barely noticing that I was moving.
The moment she questioned whether it really mattered if it was real, something clicked. And for once in my life, I just acted.
Mrs. Coolson is looking at me expectantly. She’s probably waiting for me to say something or set down the tray I’ve been standing here holding. I’m feeling a little awkward with small talk without Micah or someone as a buffer, so I set it down with an apology and start moving to clear off the tray.
She tsks at me, shooing me from the kitchen and insisting I allow her to take care of it.
Heading back upstairs, I tap lightly on the open bathroom door before sticking my head in. I don’t want to be intrusive, I only want to check to see if there’s anything I can do to help.
When I peek in, I see Micah and Luis in the huge tub, standing on either side of our girl. She’s wearing a bra and panties, but the white cotton isn’t leaving much to the imagination. Despite her bruises and the gruesome scar on one side of her head, she looks incredibly sexy, all wet with rivulets of soap dripping down her body.
From this vantage point, I can tell that I’m not the only one that thinks so. I can see the evidence in the heat of Micah’s eyes and the hugely telling evidence straining the front of Luis’ boxers. I back out quietly, not wanting to make the situation awkward.
