Crave

- SEVEN -

Stacy P.O.V.

I couldn't believe Kurt. Why was he being so childish about this? Couldn't he suck it up, for his family's sake, and let this be? I mean, ok, I was craving his touch. There, I admitted it to myself. I was also adult enough to know that you can't always have what you want. Why couldn't Kurt understand that? Besides, he knew nothing about me! I knew nothing about him! What the hell was he thinking, talking about pushing his family to the side, because of me? I was a virtual stranger to him. Alright, so he knew my body pretty damned well already, but he knew nothing about me personally.

"Hey girl, I'm going to head home." Gloria appeared at my side. The reception had only been going on for about an hour and for a party girl like Gloria to leave even before the DJ kicked things up, something was wrong.

"What happened?" I asked.

Her eyes skirted the room, "What, nothing happened, I'm just not feeling well. I don't want to bring the party down if I'm coming down with something. I'll see you at home. I already told your dad goodbye."

Before I could argue, Gloria left. I frowned after her. Something had definitely happened, but I knew Gloria. She wouldn't tell me until she was ready, so there wasn't anything I could do for her in the meantime. I glanced around, seeing that the DJ was about ready to announce the first dance. Dinner had gone smoothly, with no major hang-ups. Kurt had left me alone for the last hour and I should be happy about it. Instead, I found myself looking for him. When I spotted him, he had his head tilted back, laughing with two elderly men. I couldn't help but smile, watching him.

He truly was a gorgeous man. Today he wore dress clothes that looked just as good on him as a pair of jeans did. Although, I preferred the jeans. He was just so masculine. It wasn't fair really. Here I find a man who really gets my motor running and he's forbidden. A little voice in the back of my head kept telling me, that technically, it could be argued that I was overreacting. I mean, it's not like Kurt and I found out we were blood relation. We're just step-cousins now. It would give credit to the whole "kissing cousins" label though, the reasonable side of me argued.

Then his eyes began searching the room and when they landed on me, I froze. I was a goner. I knew it in that moment. I was going to indulge in whatever this man would give me. Whether it be two minutes, two days, two years, or forever, I was all in. He must have sensed the change in me, because he suddenly excused himself from the gentlemen he'd been talking to and headed my way. Before he made it to me, however, the DJ announced that the wedding party was needed on the dance floor. So reluctantly, I turned my back on Kurt and went to the center of the dance floor. From there, the DJ announced this would be the first official bride and groom dance, which my dad and Sheila apparently wanted to share with their children.

So instead of heading into Kurt's arms, where I wanted to be, I found myself dancing with Lucas. I sighed and he asked, "What's that sigh about?"

I shrugged, not wanting to tell him, so I simply said, "It's nothing."

"Bullshit, but whatever, if you don't want to tell me. Look, I know you don't like me very much."

"I never said that." I defended.

He snorted, "You didn't have to say it. It's in your behavior. Honestly, you don't have to like me, but you do have to put up with me. From the looks of things, my mom and your dad will be married for a long time. Can you handle that?"

Again I sighed, but for a different reason. I hadn't really been fair to Lucas. I didn't really know him and yet I'd instantly judged him harshly, "I'm sorry that I gave you that impression. It wasn't fair. I doubt you're a bad guy, so yes, I can handle that."

He snorted again, "Don't get too carried away. I'm not a saint. I think fate is finally paying me back for being an asshole to girls over the years, though."

"What do you mean?" I asked, truly intrigued.

"It's nothing." He used my own words against me and before I could push him, our parents interrupted us.

"We wanted to tell you that we appreciate everything you've done for us today and that you're officially off duty." Sheila told us.

"But the..." I began to protest, but dad held up his hands.

Sheila smiled and continued, "You both are young. Go mingle. Have fun. Leave. Whatever you want to do. The night is young and so are you."

With that, we were practically dismissed. The song ended and a fast paced one replaced it, filling the dance floor with almost everyone in attendance. Lucas turned and walked away, muttering "Later" over his shoulder. I shook my head. Now what was I supposed to do? I'd been prepared to "work" all night and now I was free to do what I wanted. I watched dad and Sheila for a moment. They were having fun and clearly didn't need me hovering. My eyes, of their own accord, sought out Kurt once more. When I met his gaze, his eyes were smoldering. I was like a moth to flame.

Feeling wanton and loving it, I sauntered right up to him and told him, "I need you. Now!"

Kurt grinned, grabbed my hand, and pulled me out of the building. The air had turned a little chilly and I shivered when we arrived outside. I wasn't cold for long, however, because Kurt pulled me behind the building and pressed me to the wall, his body closing me in, as he bent to devour my lips. I sighed in contentment, as he lifted one of my legs and began pushing the fabric of my dress up. When his hand encountered my panties, I whimpered with arousal.

Then his fingers pulled my panties to the side and he began massaging me intimately and I stopped thinking all together after that. I reached for his belt and quickly unfastened it, before making quick work of the snap and zipper to his pants. A moment later, I reached inside his boxer briefs and had him in my hand. He was pulsing with need and I couldn't wait a second longer. I tore my mouth from his, "Condom?"

He looked deeply into my eyes, as if questioning my sanity, for wanting to do this right here, right now. He must have decided that he didn't care how sane I was or maybe he was just as crazy, because he suddenly pulled out his wallet and produced a condom. He ripped open the wrapper and had it rolled on in seconds. I bent and pulled my panties off, stepping out of them, as he reached for me. He had my legs wrapped around him and entered me in one smooth motion. I cried out with pleasure and he tried capturing my gasp with his mouth, so we wouldn't be overheard. As he began to move, I felt the pleasure quickly began to build. One of his hands moved to knead one of my breasts, as he continued to pump in and out of me. I couldn't believe that I'd been planning on depriving myself of him for the rest of my life. I knew that I was probably making a mistake, right now, because I'd just crave him even more after this, but I couldn't bring myself to care at the moment.

It didn't take long and I began to cry out with my release. Kurt put his hand over my mouth, trying to muffle my screams, as he nibbled on my neck until I felt his body stiffen and he also found release. We stood, still connected, for several moments afterward, trying to catch our breath. Until Kurt lifted his head and asked, sounding almost scared of my answer, "What now, Stacy?"

"Now? Now, you come home with me tonight." I tell him. Not allowing myself to over think it.

"And tomorrow?" He pushed.

"Tomorrow we will worry about tomorrow."