"Sadly, there are no shortages of creeps in this world... I hope I don't cause you trouble by being so close 'cause I..." She tested.
"... You're not causing that much trouble, but watch where you place your hands." She moved her hand down towards my knee, her fingertips tracing lightly along my pajama pants, leaving ghost-like sensations in their wake.
She smiled. That's when I truly scanned her and noticed she wasn't wearing pants as far as I could tell, and her shirt was baggy and long—her favorite way to sleep, evidenced by the pictures I had of her in similar attire.
I forced my gaze to the water. When she spoke next, her voice carried a seductive tone that drew my eyes back to hers.
She stood up and spread my knees apart, placing her knee in the open space on the chair between my legs. My face burst into flames as she leaned in, bracing her arms on the back of the chair.
"Why? Are you getting flustered? You've been flirting with me all day. Why the sudden change of heart? What? Don't you like me?"
"I... Uh... Shit." My face burned brighter, words completely failing me. She leaned in and kissed my shoulders and neck, her lips warm against my skin.
"What's wrong, Tiger? Tongue-tied? I didn't even do anything yet." She pulled away and calmly walked into the room without a backward glance. I swallowed hard and fought the urge to follow...
I followed.
Every step rushed out of me, reckless and needy, as if she promised me a taste of her if I didn't hesitate.
Shit. What am I doing?
She sat on the bed, smiling at me.
Don't look at me like that! Don't you know I will devour you!?
I knew what she was doing; I just didn't know if I was strong enough to resist this growing addiction. I walked up to her and kissed her. It was meant to be soft and quick, showing my restraint, but then she kissed back, and it became a war for dominance. I won this time... though something told me that wouldn't always be the case. We broke our kiss and pressed our foreheads together, my hungry gaze tearing into hers. I growled in frustration at my slipping restraint and watched her melt.
Tell me you want me. Fuck, please! I'll give you anything; I'll buy the planet, just say so.
"Stay with me," she whispered, her eyes never leaving mine.
"You know I shouldn't stay."
"Please, for the love of God, please stay. Don't leave me here alone. Please. Not after everything that happened today. I want you to stay. I want you here with me... I need you, I want you. Please."
"In what way do you mean?" Her phrasing caught me off guard.
My inquiry seemed to amuse her; I watched as a smug little smile carved a home into her lips.
"Next to me... Under me, on top of me... Naked would be preferable, but any of those will do."
"You want me to fuck you... Fresh out of a breakup? You know you can end up hurting your own feelings, right?"
"I know, but... Something tells me... This might not be the last time we find ourselves alone like this."
"Luanne, that's not the point, mama. This isn't healthy. You need to heal, and I don't just mean your stitches."
"Who says I'm not healing? This is how I cope; this is how I deal with things, you just don't understand. Look, I don't want to argue; we've had one hell of a day. If you're not interested, just say so."
"I'm not saying it's unhealthy to shame you, but I am trying to make you aware that I understand how this can become self-destructive."
"I—I'm not self-destructive."
"Tell me, do you use sex to cope and punish yourself? Or maybe you use sex to cope but deny yourself pleasure as punishment? Or is it a mixture of both?"
"Gray..."
"I'm just saying, you can't tell me you use sex to cope and then claim you're not self-destructing. I've been there, done that; hell, I still do it. So let me be absolutely clear: we're not going to use sex with me as a way for you to punish yourself. If we do anything tonight, it's to have fun, to get closer, and to share a moment of intimacy. Do I make myself clear?" I stated, maintaining eye contact as I spoke.
"Why does it matter to you?" She broke eye contact, picking at her shirt while chewing her lip.
"That wasn't an answer." I stood firm.
"Yes, I understand. I'm sorry." She winced, which made me freeze.
"Now is not a moment to be sorry. It's a moment to learn and grow. These moments help us improve as individuals and push us to be better for our future selves—all it takes is the openness to grow." I piled up the pillows and climbed onto the bed, leaning back against them, making myself comfortable.
"I hope you're right." Ludo sat on the edge of the bed, her back to me, silent for several minutes. "How do you do it? Because this is hard."
I stroked her back gently, and she turned to look at me. I beckoned her closer, and she crawled over, settling against my chest. Running my fingers through her hair, I spoke softly.
"Having a support system helps tremendously. But no matter what, it's going to be hard, and you're going to slip up. The key is remembering that you're human and learning—give yourself the grace needed to become that better person, and you'll get there eventually. How about this: instead of dwelling on it, why don't we just talk? Let's let things flow naturally and give ourselves time to get comfortable."
"Okay... so then what do you want to talk about?"
"Well, we've only just met... what do you want to know?"
"Okay, at the airport. You said Fernando sent you my picture; then later you showed me texts where he indeed sent you my photo... is that picture why you approached me? To warn me about what he was doing?"
"To be honest, no." I paused nervously. "The goal from the start was to steal you. To have you to myself, just like this."
Another pause.
"He's sent tons of pictures of you to me; I don't fully know why. But I never minded receiving them..." I chose my words carefully. "It's going to sound weird no matter how I put it, but I was always drawn to you. Getting new pictures of you always brightened my day. Usually, I'd delete the pics he sent me or scold him for sharing them, but I could never bring myself to delete yours. I justified it by telling myself, 'I'll never meet her, so she'll never know'—it just made sense at the time."
"Huh... So that's why you acted so familiar and comfortable with me. What type of pictures did he send you?"
"All kinds. Off guard, pictures where you were posing, pics while you slept..." The secret folder flashed through my mind. "A sensitive photo."
"Hmph. Of course that jerk would share something like that." She sighed, a slight blush coloring her cheeks seconds later as she chewed her lip. "Do you have any favorites?"
"A few..." I admitted, suddenly feeling bashful.
"Can I see them? I promise you won't have to delete them."
"Sure." Despite feeling awkward, I pulled out my phone. The first picture showed her sleeping in an oversized shirt. I watched her legs shift and her face turn pink. The next was her decorating a cake, flour dusting her face and blue icing staining her lips like she'd been sampling the frosting. She smiled sweetly as I started to exit the app.
"Wait! Is that all?" I shook my head honestly.
"No."
"Oh..."
I swiped down, opened my secure folder, and entered the password while she watched. There was only one image inside. When she saw it, her blush deepened, and she started fidgeting with her sleeve. I rubbed the back of my neck nervously and handed her the phone so she could look through the rest of my saved photos.
"How long have you had this one?" She held up the screen, showing the last picture. I looked away, mortified.
"I've had it for almost a year and a half. I—I'm sorry." I paused, collecting myself. "When I first received it, I was going through something difficult, so I didn't pay my phone much mind. Then finally, when I was mentally strong enough to handle going through my messages, I just fell in love with the way you looked. Then it got deeper and deeper; the more I received, suddenly I was wondering what your favorite colors were and what you liked to eat. Even though at the time you were just a dream, a virtual crush I didn't need to worry about being too obsessive over. I really liked the pictures of you I had. I really liked you."
A devilish smirk spread across her face.
"Oh~ So you're a pervert; I should have known. Tell me, have you touched yourself to it?" Her tone suggested she already knew the answer.
A pervert? I'm not a pervert. Wait, why would you ask me that?
"I... Well." I closed my eyes and sighed. "Yeah, multiple times."
"Is that so, dirty boy~? What were you thinking about while you did it?" She slid from beside me on the bed onto my lap, her hand wandering beneath my shirt to trace my abs.
I... Fuck.
My mind shuddered...
Dirty boy...
"I—Uh. We... Why does it matter?"
"Aww, you don't want to tell me? What if I promised to do what you were imagining?" She leaned over me, her hands pressing into my shoulders as she whispered in my ear. "I could bring all those dirty thoughts to life right here and now. Just say the word."
"No, no, no, you don't have to do that!" I guided her back down onto my lap. Her shock lasted only a moment before transforming into a mischievous smile.
"Are you sure? Your body seems to be saying otherwise." She wiggled her hips, grinding against my growing hard-on, the friction destroying what little composure I had left. I quickly seized her hips to hold her still and swallowed hard.
You're making this impossible. Christ, I don't have the strength for this.
"I'm sorry... I need a minute." I gently pushed her off and retreated to the bathroom, sitting on the toilet lid. I was fighting for my life, and she was enjoying every second of toying with me.
I've never had a girl talk to me like she does; my heart's racing, and I can't think straight. Dirty boy... please, I don't need another kink, and you definitely don't need another way to drive me wild.
When I emerged from my breather and looked toward the bed where I'd left her, my heart damn near stopped. She was sitting on the edge, legs crossed and completely naked. My mind went blank; I couldn't think, just stare holes into the carpet—but only after I took a second to gawk at her. It was like time stood still, and I was frozen, clueless about how to react.
I'm gonna die; my heart's gonna explode.
"Aww, I thought you wanted to see me like this. Was I wrong?"
All self-respect went out the window as I shook my head to answer her probably rhetorical question. I tried to backpedal by laughing nervously and stammering nonsense for a solid minute.
"Why are you so far from me? Come here."
She might as well have whistled and said "here, boy," because I didn't even hesitate. I closed the distance between us and straddled her legs, cupping her face in my hands and kissing her passionately.
"Don't toy with me," I said breathlessly.
"I wasn't doing it to tease you." I kissed her neck while she spoke, trying desperately to listen.
"Really." My tone conveyed exactly how unconvinced I was; I only paused for a moment before slowly pushing her back on the bed and returning to peppering her skin with kisses. "Because it feels like you're testing my restraint right now."
"I wasn't; I was actively doing something else, but you came back out of the bathroom a lot sooner than I thought you would."
"Oh? Planning something, are we?"
"You'll find out soon enough." She laughed. "Besides, don't you want more pictures to add to your collection? It's looking pretty sparse."
Oh God, yes, please!
"I never took you for an exhibitionist."
"Oh yeah? I never took you for a masochist with a degradation kink, but here we are! I guess we both learned something today." I stood straight up.
I'm not a masochist... Probably.
My eyes wandered shamelessly over her body.
"What type of photos did you have in mind, anyway?" She sat up while I spoke and searched the bed beside her for my phone.
"Glad you asked." She grabbed my phone, unlocked it, and dropped to her knees in front of me.
Maybe I should have been more careful with my password.
She tugged my pajama pants down to my knees and paused teasingly at my boxers with a sexy, knowing smile. But I panicked—her seductive pause giving me just enough time to yank my pants up and stumble to the far side of the room. A flustered mess. Heat radiated from my face as I rubbed it, finally looking up at her again.
Why are you acting like such a virgin? You've had sex before; you've seen a naked woman.
Her sexy saunter toward me made my heart race.
What if I let her? What would she do if I let her keep control? I don't want to think anymore...
"Aww, I'm sorry. Did I make you nervous?" She approached slowly, her voice softening, mocking me gently. "I'll tell you my plans before I do anything. Does that sound good? You want me to talk you through it, Gray?"
Shock and embarrassment left me speechless, so I looked away and nodded.
"Okay." She hooked her finger in the waistband of my pants and boxers. "I'm going to finally taste you; I'm gonna run my tongue along the whole length, tracing each vein with the tip of my tongue and teasing your tip until you lose your mind. I'll make sure to capture every moment for you to play back whenever you want. Sound good to you?"
I stood dumbfounded as she sank to her knees and did exactly that. Every word. Once I reached my limit for her teasing, I gripped her hair and started face-fucking her. I know it was rude to suddenly take control like that, but I couldn't help it; I needed more... Fuck; I wanted so much more. I watched her hand start to lower and couldn't stop the smug comment from forming.
"Ah, ah, ah. Make sure you get a good angle for me, princess." Her arm slowly raised back into position — fuck me, I was breathless. euphoria coursed through me. I was right on the edge.
"I—I'm about to cum." Her enthusiasm doubled at my words, and seconds later, I released into her mouth. Gasping for air, I sank to my knees to meet her eyes.
"Fuck me, you're amazing. Are you okay?" I cupped her face, making her look at me. Her silence sent worry shooting through me. "Ludo? Did I hurt you?!"
She smiled before swallowing, the tips of my fingers feeling her throat bob as she did it.
Oh, I'mma fuck the shit out of you.
I scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed, her giggles filling the room.
"So what now, Gray?"
"Can I fuck you? Please?"
"My, my, so forward, and you're begging... It fits you. I want to hear more. Tell me how bad you want it."
"Fuck, come on, princess." She sat unfazed while I whined, "Please? Please. I promise to make you feel good. You wanna use me? You can use me like your personal toy; I just want to be inside you so fucking bad. I want to hear more of those pretty little moans while I rearrange your guts."
Please, please, fuck, I want you so badly, I can be so good, I promise.
"You promise?" she mocked, a playful gleam in her eyes. I nodded desperately, melting into her touch as she stroked my cheek. "Then be my good boy and stuff me. Show me how badly you want this."
She slowly spread her legs, and I wasted no time lining myself up.
"Can I start now?" I rubbed my tip over her slit impatiently, waiting for her answer. She bit back her moans as she handed me my phone, its screen displaying the camera view.
"I don't want you to miss anything... Make sure you get a good angle." I was already recording when she finished speaking, so once I got the okay, I plunged in and watched her eyes roll back.
Tell me what you need. Tell me how you want it.
My mind swirled with sensations as I lost myself in the moment. Her whimpers and moans mixed with my grunts and growls, each sound drawing more passionate responses from her. Gripping her waist, I straightened up to watch her body move with each thrust, discreetly recording where our bodies joined. The footage captured every detail—her lips clinging to me possessively with each movement. I adjusted the camera angle to get more of her, watching through the screen as her breasts bounced and her hands alternated between clutching the bedding and hiding her face.
Noticing her shyness, I lowered the camera to crop out her face. A proud smirk spread across my face at the sight before me.
She was writhing because of me, moaning because of me—a trembling, desperate, dripping mess created by me and me alone. Setting the phone aside but letting the video continue rolling, I leaned down to whisper in her ear.
"Such a fucking mess. Look at you. God, you're so fucking sexy." I pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, taking in my teary-eyed princess. My thrusts grew harder as I growled against her ear. She cupped my face, drawing me into a deep, passionate kiss. When we broke apart, she cried out.
"Fuck! I'm so close! Don't stop, please. Right there. Right there! Oh God, fuck... yes!"
"So bold... Looks like you're a pervert, too. Huh?" I was nearing my limit but couldn't resist teasing her.
"Beg for it."
"Please. Don't stop... Please keep going."
"Come on. That was nowhere near good enough, princess... I know you can do better than that," I taunted, slowly withdrawing. She had other ideas—pulling me onto the bed, pushing me onto my back, and straddling me. She lined herself up and sank down slowly, taking control in a way that drove me wild. As she started bouncing, I sharply remembered how close I was. A firm spank to her ass only made her move faster.
Shit.
"You feel amazing. You're so..." I trailed off, my mind clouding with pleasure. "I can't think; you're doing so good, Bunny baby, ride me like you mean it." Her rhythmic bounces transformed into desperate, sloppy hops.
Look at my bunny go!
After we both finished, I helped her shower and tucked her into bed before taking a quick rinse myself. I slipped on my underwear and pajama pants before sliding in next to her.
"Gray? This might be greedy or overstepping, but... does this mean you're mine?"
"Do you want me to be yours?" I whispered, watching her reaction carefully.
"Yes. I want you to be mine, and I want you to see me as yours. I don't want to share or have to fight someone else for your love. I don't want to wonder if I'm enough or if you still love me. I want to grow, heal, and learn together... I need you."
"Done and done... Please don't hurt my heart."
"I won't. I swear..." My heart soared. Hearing those words from her lips and knowing she wanted to be mine made everything feel perfect.
"God, I'm so happy, what do I do now?" I pulled her against my bare chest.
"I don't know, but I am too... Thank you... for everything. If you want me to stay quiet about us—" My eyes narrowed as I zeroed in on her words, cutting her off mid-sentence.
"What? Why would I want that?" I propped myself up on my elbow to look at her properly.
"... Because of work."
"Fuck no. I couldn't give two fucks; I don't care who finds out. You're mine now. Everyone is going to know, and no one will tell me otherwise."
"Loud and clear." The pleasure in her voice warmed my heart as she snuggled closer against me.
She actually wants me..., and she's willing to be mine. God, I feel like Superman, like I'm on crack.
"Good. For now, let's get some sleep. We have somewhere to be at 1 o'clock tomorrow. Do you have any casual dress wear?"
"Casual dress wear? On vacation? No." She shot me a look that practically screamed, "Are you serious?"
"Then we have to wake up even earlier. Get some rest, bean. We've got a long day ahead of us."
"Bean?" she whispered to herself, confusion evident in her voice.
"Yes, you're my little bean. You're so short and cute," I chuckled, poking her nose playfully.
"You think beans are cute?" she asked, eyebrows raised, a hint of amusement in her eyes.
"Oh, hush and get some sleep." We both chuckled softly and cuddled closer together under the warm blankets, the comfort of each other's presence lulling us toward sleep.
"Fine," she mumbled, already half asleep, her body melting against mine as her breathing slowed.