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Click hereHe nuzzled her cheek for a moment then started for the door, her hand snugly in his.
As she gave him directions to her apartment, she contemplated asking him in. She recalled the heated conversation between Luke and his father and realized that he most likely didn't have anywhere to go tonight.
He was able to find a spot close to the building and walked her to the door.
"Luke?"
"Hmm?" he asked as he tucked his face into her neck.
"I couldn't help overhearing some of your conversation with your father earlier. Do you want to stay here tonight?"
He looked at her in shock. "I don't want it to seem like I'm taking advantage of you. I've liked you for a long time and don't want to ruin it by going too fast."
"Please? Just stay."
"If you're sure."
"I am," she said softly.
She unlocked the door and he followed her inside.
"Amy! How did it go?"
Oh no...she thought, not tonight, Alice.
"Alice, what are you doing here?"
"I have to know how it went with loverb...hey, diner guy, what are you doing here?"
"His name is Luke and he took me out tonight since the friend of a friend of a friend of a cousin's freaking friend stood me up."
"But, he's ga..."
"Alice, I love you, but shut it and get out."
"But..."
"OUT, Alice, and leave your key on the counter."
Alice huffed. Amy kissed her friend on the cheek. "I'll call you tomorrow, I promise."
Alice left with a scowl that distorted her pretty face.
Luke burst into laughter.
"What's so funny?" Amy asked.
"You and Alice. You're so shy and she's so brash. It's such a contradiction."
She turned and gave him an impish smile. "You're one to talk about contradictions, Mr. Baby Face and deep voice. Mr. Small..." she punctuated this by running her hand over his still rampant erection.
He grabbed her wrist and tugged it away.
"I'm on a razor's edge, Ames," he said in a husky voice.
"Why don't I take the edge off for you?" she asked seductively.
"What happened to my sweet, little Sugar?"
"More contradictions..."
"In all seriousness," she continued, "we're both so wound up that there's no going back. Let's just take a few minutes and do something about that before we go crazy and have wild monkey sex."
Luke laughed again. "I like your thought process. So, what do you have in mind?"
"Sit here," she said, pushing him into an overstuffed arm chair. She struggled for a moment with his belt, but finally got it open and carefully pulled down the zipper. "By the way, I never do this," she said, her shyness starting to show again.
"I kind of figured that out." He pushed her hair back from her face and smiled at the spark emerging behind her shy expression.
He let his head fall back against the chair as she rubbed her cheek against his hardness. She reached in and carefully removed his penis, licking at the drops already emerging from the tip. He wound both hands in her hair and gently thrust up. She took the head into her mouth and suckled softly, moaning as she felt the throbbing of the vein on the underside. She took a few more inches in her mouth and wisely didn't try to take more, using her hands instead.
Luke literally trembled as he tried to retain control. What Amy lacked for in skill, she made up ten-fold in eagerness. "Ames, can we go in the bedroom? This is a little one-sided for me. It's killing me not to be able to touch you."
She shook her head. "If we go in there, we won't come back out."
"Come up here, then. I've barely gotten to touch you."
The chair was wide enough for them to sit side by side, so she squeezed beside him, still able to reach his cock.
"Stop that," he said and tucked himself back into his pants. Maybe that way both Amy and his dick would behave.
"Like I said, it's my turn."
He kissed the side of her neck and slid his hand under her soft, cotton shirt to find warm, smooth skin. He ran his thumb beneath the under-wire of her bra to feel the silky skin below her breast.
"Lean forward." He reached around and unhooked her bra, then groaned as a hard nipple fell into his hand. He couldn't resist tugging the shirt up enough to expose her breasts, then taking a swollen berry into his mouth. He groaned and lightly nipped, feeling her tense and then the vibration of her moan.
He rolled the other nipple between his thumb and finger, squeezing a little more each time, trying to find what got the best reactions. Her moans were increasing, so he bit one and pinched the other simultaneously. She cried out and thrust her hips up.
"Luke..."
"Did you like that?" he asked, knowing damn well that she did.
"Mmm hmm..."
He undid the single button on her jeans and slipped his hand inside, over her panties. The scent of her arousal made its way to his nose and he breathed deeply. Her panties were soaked.
"Oh, God," he groaned.
He teased a finger into her panties and his breath started coming in soft pants as he ran his finger over her clit and down into her opening.
Amy's eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily. "You're going to make me come. I want to touch you again, too."
He obediently re-opened his pants and his erection popped back out, immediately seeking her hand. She moaned and ran her hand around the glans and her thumb over the slit.
In response, he circled his fingers around her clit, burying his face in her breasts.
"Luke!"
As soon as he felt her body begin to spasm, he found his own release, growling out her name.
"Wow," she said.
"Yeah, wow is right."
They lay snuggled for a few minutes, then rose to clean up. Afterward, he sat back in the chair and opened his arms for her. She straddled his lap and put her head on his shoulder.
"Tell me about this," he said, stroking her scar.
She stayed silent for a while before answering.
"My mom had a bad habit of choosing the wrong guys. The last guy she married was a real douche and used to beat her up all the time. I walked in on him holding a knife to her and I attacked him."
Luke tensed beneath her and hugged her tightly.
She laughed softly. "Yes, I got this scar to remember him by, but I stabbed him in the stomach. I got mom outside and called the cops. Turns out, his last wife died in an 'accident' and they were able to use this instance to change the cause of death to murder. He's still in jail.
"I love this scar because it reminds me that I can be strong when I need to be and that I took care of mom when she needed me. Yes, it's made me leery of men in general, but being cautious isn't always a bad thing."
"You are an amazing woman, Ames."
She hummed. "Tell me about your Dad."
He told her about being stuck and living with the constant verbal abuse. How he had wanted to go to college but had been held back by his father's bigotry. How he had tried men, thinking that he must have actually been gay since it had been drilled into his head every day. How he was scared that he'd never find a way out.
"Wait a second," Amy interrupted, looking him in the eye. "He told you that no one would hire you because of your age and 'inexperience'? That's the biggest crock of shit I've ever heard! There are positions with TradeLend that are entry level and don't require a degree or experience. Or if you didn't want an office, there are always jobs like landscaping. Or hell, I'm sure there are other restaurants that you could go into and work your way up."
"You know, deep down, I think I always knew that. I guess I unconsciously chose to believe him, thinking that some day he might accept me."
"Luke, he's been doing this your whole life. If you truly do want to run the diner someday, you'll still have to deal with him, but there are ways out."
"Wow."
"I know how you feel about Alice, so I hesitate to bring this up, but she is looking for a roommate."
Her comment dissolved his tension and he laughed. "I think I'll just take it one day at a time."
Contradictions
Chapter 4
They must have fallen asleep in the chair because the next thing they knew, light was streaming through the gauzy curtains.
"Mmm, morning, Ames." Wow, she looked gorgeous in the morning. All sleep-mussed and warm.
A wide smile lit up her face as she looked at him. She gave him a peck on the lips and scooted off of his lap to go make coffee.
He groaned as he watched her ass sway as she walked away. He heard her laugh from the kitchen.
"Stop that, it's too early."
He walked into the kitchen behind her, put his arms around her and growled into her neck and nibbled. "It will never be too early for you."
Amy whined. "Don't start or we'll never stop. Don't you have to work today?"
"Ugh, serious reality check."
"Sorry. I just don't want you to be late and piss dear old dad off more."
"You're right, I'm going to hop in the shower. I'd ask you to come with me, but that would be a very bad idea. You'll come have breakfast, right?"
"Of course. You'll come back here tonight, right?"
A slow grin took over his face. "Oh, yeah."
*
An hour later, they walked hand-in-hand into the diner. They weren't officially open yet and Bruce spotted Luke as soon as he came through the door, not seeing Amy behind him.
"Well, boy, did you sleep on the street last night or find some sugar daddy to take you home?"
"Neither."
"Well, you better not have slept in a fucking motel, you piece of shit. I don't pay you a good salary for you to waste it."
Amy had heard enough and stepped out from behind Luke.
"Actually, Mr. Small, which I'm sure is a true description of you below the belt, unlike your son who is hung like the proverbial horse, Luke was with me last night."
"Look, Missy, I don't know who you think you are, but you should run on home and stop letting the little runt manipulate you into protecting him."
"AMY, is my name, which you would know if you ever paid a damn bit of attention to your customers. Let me just say, as the owner, you suck. Despite the smoking ban that has been around for years, you smoke in the office, which is in the kitchen. You bark at your employees and you belittle your son. The only reason I keep coming here is because Manny rocks and your son gives the best service anywhere. So you wipe that smug look off of your face and you listen good because things are about to change.
"All of that bullshit you keep feeding Luke about this being the only job he can get is over. He can find himself a job and a place to live tomorrow if necessary. You need to think long and hard about where that would leave you. Somehow, I can't see you being here all hours, rolling silverware, filling salt and pepper containers, mopping the floors, balancing the accounts or anything that Luke does on a regular basis. You can think again if you think he's replaceable. So, here's the deal. You give him a key, today. You promote him to manager and give him the applicable pay increase, today, along with all of the cost of living raises you've shorted him over the years and all of the tips that you've pilfered.
"You will allow him to work when he feels it's necessary to work and put him in charge of interviewing and hiring the people necessary so that he doesn't have to be here 24/7. You, Mr. Small, are no longer needed on the premises. This is a family business that will be going to Luke, sooner than later since you don't take care of yourself for shit.
"So, what's it gonna be?" By the time Amy was finished with her diatribe, she was nearly shaking and Luke probably had no circulation left in his hand.
"Son, you gonna' let this girl chop your balls off like that?"
Luke looked at Amy with admiration. "Yeah, Dad, I am. So, what's it gonna' be?"
Bruce sputtered and turned even redder. "Fine, whatever. I'll do all of those things, but you get your shit outta' my house by the end of the week. You ain't gonna be freeloading anymore."
"Deal."
Bruce stalked off to his office and most likely lit a pack of cigarettes.
Luke turned to Amy and lifted her off of her feet. "I really do feel like I lost my man hood there, but you were amazing."
Amy laughed. "Well, think of it as a thank you for giving me a chance to be me again."
Contradictions
Chapter 5
Luke knocked on Amy's door that evening filled with anticipation. He knew that he was falling for her. They hadn't spent much actual time together, but he didn't discount the time that they'd known each other as employee and customer.
The door opened to Amy, wearing an orange sundress. "Hey, you, how was the rest of your day?"
"Pretty good. Dad seemed to filter himself a lot more than normal and didn't call me a fag once."
She laughed. "That's progress. Come on in."
He stepped in, shut the door behind himself and then pushed her against it.
"Anxious, much?" she asked with a sly smile.
"God, yes. I can't tell you how much I wanted to bend you over at the Landing this morning."
"We'll have to sneak in some night and try that."
"Bedroom, now," he growled.
She giggled and ran to the bedroom. He followed closely on her heels and pushed her down on the bed, climbing on top of her and pulling off her sundress to find her naked beneath it.
He straddled her hips and really looked at all of her for the first time. "Damn."
"Good damn or bad damn?"
He took of his shirt and stepped off of the bed to shuck his pants and boxers as well. As he climbed back on top of her, he rubbed her belly with the pre-come steadily dripping from his dick. "Does this tell you?"
Instead of answering, she pulled him down for a deep, thorough kiss. She ran her hands up his tightly muscled back and dug her nails into his shoulders.
"You like it a little rough, Ames?"
"Oh, yeah."
"Damn, baby, what you do to me. I can't wait to get inside of you, but I have to taste that wet pussy first."
She gasped at his dirty talk and involuntarily thrust her hips up.
"You like that? You want me to tell you how I'm going to fuck your pussy with my tongue then bury my huge, hard shaft inside and pound you until you scream?"
He circled his thumb around her clit and then replaced his thumb with his tongue. He groaned at her sweet flavor and thrust his tongue inside to get more. Amy was beginning to pant. He gently pushed two fingers inside, not at all shocked at how tight she was. He liked it rough, too, but he wanted to work up to it. He felt around for her g-spot and then started tapping it with his fingers. She threw her head back and came, screaming, instantly.
"Oh, yeah, baby. So fucking hot." He reached over the side of the bed and retrieved the condom he'd stashed in the pocket of his pants. He carefully rolled it on and took a deep breath to try to maintain as much control as possible. He didn't want to hurt her by going to fast.
"Please," she begged.
"Stop that or I'm going to pop before I'm even inside."
He gently placed his cock at her entrance and pushed. He was about four inches in when she let out a deep, throaty groan. He pulled out slightly and thrust in a little more. He watched her face closely for pain, but only saw pleasure. He continued his measured thrusting until she reached up and grabbed his forearms, digging her fingernails into his skin once again. She was panting with shallow breaths and mumbling incoherently.
"Can you take more?" he asked tightly.
"Give it..."
She was going to kill him. In one last thrust he was all the way inside and her pussy started contracting around him. His control snapped and he started thrusting more quickly. He sat back on his knees and pinched her nipples. She started grunting and thrusting her chest up. He took a chance and slapped one breast. Her eyes popped open and he felt her gush around his cock. He did it again and got a scream. He quickly pulled out and turned her on her knees, pushing her head down to the bed and sliding back inside.
"God, baby," he moaned, kneading her ass. He slapped her right ass cheek and he felt her start to thrust back against him. He tried a double slap and animal-like sounds started pouring from her. He kept it up, steadily thrusting and spanking harder.
"Luke...more...please...need..."
"Are you needing baby? You want more of this?"
He pounded with a brutal intensity, but she seemed to love it. She pushed herself up on her hands so that she could thrust back harder and reached under herself to play with her clit. She started a continuous moan/growl and then screamed. Her channel held him so tightly he could barely move, but she continued to force him to thrust. He yelled, coming harder than he ever had in his life and wrapped himself around her, turning them to their sides.
"Who are you and what have you done with Amy?"
She laughed. "I told you that you might be shocked. Contradictions, remember?"
"Oh, yeah. I didn't hurt you did I?"
"Oh, I'm going to be sore, but it was worth every second. You'll just have to fuck my ass next time."
"Ames..." he whined and he felt his dick give a valiant effort to rise again.
He turned her and put a soft kiss on her lips. "You know I'm falling for you, right?"
"The feeling is completely mutual."
He traced her scar and closed his eyes. He felt her start to fall into sleep and went right behind her. So, this is what happiness felt like.
End
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