Shelter Me(76)
I clear my throat and he looks at me, guessing by my expression I have more to say and he may not like it.
“I don’t know if I can handle any more today, Shayne,” he tells me, shaking his head. “All I want to do is sit back and enjoy our evening.”
“I do, too, but just hear me out. The other day I was walking by your office and overheard a message being left on your machine. That is what made me call your father in order find out what the hell was going on. I am assuming it was one of Ben’s people who left it?” He nods his head in agreement and I continue on.
“All I want to know is, where do we go from here? I can’t stay locked up in this house and hidden away because I am scared to go out for fear of that son of a bitch and what he might do. So whatever happens from here, please don’t leave me in the dark. Let me know everything.”
“I can do that. I do think that Ben will back off for a bit since Adam and I paid him a visit, but I would love for you and Lucy to stay at home as much as possible. If you do go out, then just let me know so I can try to go with you or we can ask Adam or Bubba or Jen to go.”
“Speaking of Adam, he leaves tomorrow to go get Erin and Sierra. They are hoping to be here by Lucy’s party.”
“I bet you can’t wait until they get here. Lucy is going to be thrilled.”
“Oh, she is so thrilled to have her best friend here. I need to go to Aunt Judy’s house and get things all ready for them.”
“Speaking of Lucy, where is she?” he asks curiously.
“Jen and Bubba are keeping her overnight. We can stop by tomorrow and get her before we all go to the beach.”
“So, you’re telling me we have the house all to ourselves all night?”
“That’s exactly what I am telling you, Mr. Schavone.”
“Well, then,” he says, lifting me up and tossing me over his shoulder. “I am going to have dessert before dinner.”
“Where are we going?” I ask. He avoids my question but I soon see he is carrying me down the stairs to the basement. When he reaches the bottom of the stairs, he flicks on the light and walks us over to the pool table, setting me down softly.
“My pool table hasn’t been used in quite some time, baby. I think we should put it to use.”
“Oh,” I say on a whisper, taking that last step to bring us closer together. “What did you have in mind?”
“Oh, baby. You have no idea what I have in mind, but first I need to get you naked so I can worship this sexy body of yours.”
He takes hold of my shirt and I lift my arms up so he can remove it. He tosses it to the floor and then strips me of the remainder of my clothes. When Luke is done sliding down my panties, he takes his tongue and slowly runs it up my thigh until reaching my aching core.
“Bend over and place your hands on the sides of the table, Shayne,” he commands as he turns me. I do as he says. I feel him as he spreads my folds with his fingers and runs his tongue up my center, stopping to tease my clit before finally sucking it in hard. I gasp his name as my grip gets tighter on the side of the pool table to keep from falling as he continues to gloriously torture my pussy with his mouth.
As my body quivers for him, he slips two fingers in deep and starts pumping them in and out of me. The only sounds in the cool basement are coming from me and the sound of my wetness as I scream his name. My orgasm hits me so hard and fast, I begin to tremble. Standing up, he sheds his clothing. I begin to rise, but his hand falls quickly to the center of my back, halting me.
“I didn’t tell you to move, baby. Be still.”
My pussy clenches at the command in his voice. I lie there with my cheek pressed against the smooth felt of the pool table as I listen to the rustling of clothes behind me just out of my line of sight. I feel him the moment he returns to me. His throbbing cock presses into my ass cheek as he leans forward to gather my hair in his fist.
“Shayne,” he moans my name as he wraps my hair tightly around his hand. “I need you. I need to feel you shaking from my touch. I need to hear you scream my name. Not just now, but every fucking day.”
He slams into me, ripping a gasp from my throat at the sudden invasion.
“Do you understand that, Shayne?” he growls.
“Yes!” I scream as my body sways, his demanding strokes driving me quickly back to the edge.
“Yes, Luke. I need you, too. I need to feel you, touch you, hear you, and taste you every day.”
“Good, because I will never let you go again, ever.”
He drags me from the side of the table, his hand still gripping my hair, his cock buried deep. We fall to the floor in a tangle of body parts. Luke quickly adjusts our position. He lies on his back and helps me straddle him, facing his knees. He pulls sharply on my hair.