Under The Covers

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I heard a creak from the door that woke me up, but I didn't move from my position in the bed. I opened my eyes slightly seeing Lucas finally creeping into the room. It sounded completely silent in the house, making me believe the party was finally over and everyone was gone. I saw him remove his slacks, now standing there in his underwear, his body hard to look away from. I saw him peek up at me, and I shut my eyes quickly avoiding his gaze. I kept them shut, as I listened to him open up his drawers and shuffle things around. A few seconds later, the bathroom door closed.

Well atleast I know he's not some creep who touches me in my sleep. But a small part of me was kind of turned on with the thought of him touching me while my eyes were closed was kind of exhilarating. It made me think of the blindfolded girl from downstairs.

The thought was so enticing, I didn't even notice that my hand had reached down and was touching myself under the blanket. I moved my hand into my underwear, touching my wet lips with a gasp, trying to keep myself quiet. This was a bad idea... I should stop before he catches me. I stopped my hand motions, going to move my hand away when I felt the bed gently dip from the other side. I turned to see Lucas laying next to me, his eyes looking to where my hand was moved.

"Please don't stop on my accord. I have spent the entire night occupied by the thought of a beautiful girl lying in my bed that I couldn't even enjoy the dozens of guests who came here for me," he spoke, making me feel even more nervous now.

"I... uhh.... I don't....." I stuttered as he stopped me, leaning down to kiss me. This kiss was different from the last one. It was full of passion and eagerness. He grabbed my waist pulling me closer to him, as I decided to kiss back.

His hands wandered my body, finally edging the top of my underwear, making me pull away from him.

"Lucas, I can't... I can't have sex with you," I said, knowing that would not be the right thing to do. He was making me want to do all the wrong things with his mysteriousness and dark bravado he had. But I was a virgin, and I couldn't let my first time be with a guy who's last name I didn't even know.

Just as I thought he would pull away in frustration, he smirked down at me, placing a quick gentle kiss on my lips. "There is something else I can do for you," he said, as his hand moved back to the edge of my panties, now sliding his hand inside, touching my wetness for the first time. I gasped as his hand began to move slowly, rubbing my clit, making me try and close my legs. He stopped his motions grabbing my thigh and forcing them back open. He moved his body so that both of his legs were holding down my other thigh.

"You're going to me mine, love. I want you to feel everything I am going to do to you," he whispered in my ear, continuing his hand motions on my clit, making it even more intense with my legs being held down. He slowly picked up the pace, moving his hand faster and faster, as my moans became even louder. I felt his finger suddenly feel the entrance, as I tried to back my hips away. "Shhhhh. I won't put anything inside you until you are begging me to." He continued his motions back in my sensitive spot, until I felt a rush flooding through my body entirely. I gasped as an unfamiliar feeling reached my gut, my entire body clenching around him as the feeling slowly faded.

He stopped moving his hand, kissing up and down my neck, calming me. Finally, he looked down at me, brushing the hair from my cheek. "Next time, I want you to cum on my tongue," he said, as I gulped, feeling wet once again. I couldn't find the words to speak so I just nodded. Oh, how I wanted a next time. He then kissed me one more time before, holding onto me, while I fell back asleep. This was one odd and intoxicating night.

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As I woke the next morning I noticed that Lucas was no longer in bed. I looked over, grabbing my phone , checking to see that it was already past 8! My phone was also dinging with a bunch of incoming calls. He must have had someone come out really early and fix the service. I jumped up, clicking on Hannah's name, hearing the phone ring only once, before a panicked voice answered the phone.

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