1 comments/ 25327 views/ 14 favorites My Weekend with Lars Ch. 01 By: temptedlioness "Liana, don't worry. We're going to have a great time. You'll really like my dad." Jack took his eyes off the road briefly to flash me a smile. We had been dating for 3 months and had seen each other almost every day since he asked me out and I still hadn't been able to get over just how gorgeous he was. German father, Italian mother, "my axis of evil" I had taken to calling him, Jack was a joy to behold. He was tall and broad shouldered, with thick brown hair and grey-blue eyes and full lips that were just begging to be bitten. Like I said, a joy to behold. We, along with Jack's brothers, were heading to Jack's father's house for the weekend, sort of a family get together. All the partners were coming. Having never met Jack's father, or any of his family, I felt at a disadvantage. If the rest of Jack's family was anything like Jack, I would be fine. The only thing Jack warned me about was his mother. About 10 years back, once the three boys were done with school, she had asked Jack's father for a divorce and then disappeared. Jack's father had remained a bachelor ever since. If I could just steer clear of speaking of divorces and Italians, I should be fine. The butterflies in my stomach went nuts as we headed up the long driveway to the house. It came into view and took my breath away. It was like Jack's father had built his own little piece of Germany. On a fair bit of land, which was green and dotted with large trees, stood a large house with dark timber frames and a thatched roof. It was gorgeous. As we drove closer to park at the house, the crystal water of a pool sparkled. If we had a good time this weekend as promised, I was definitely coming back here. Everyone else had already arrived and we parked beside the three other cars. We decided to leave everything in the station wagon and get the meet and greet done with first. There was plenty of time to unpack later. Jack rang the doorbell and I straightened my dress. Jack said this was casual, but I still wanted to give a good impression. I just hoped that I wouldn't come off as some stuck up princess. I was still fidgeting when Jack's father came to the door. I stopped dead in my tracks the second he opened the door. He had Jack's eyes, mouth and build. Everything else was different. His hair was dark blond and grey, he was slightly taller, and he had the jaw line and cheekbones of a typical German man, all edges. The butterflies increased tenfold as I watched Jack and his father laugh and pull each other into a tight hug. It had been a while since Jack's last visit. Once they pulled away from each other, Jack began the introductions. "Dad, this is Liana. Liana, this is my dad, Lars." He said. "It's a pleasure to meet you, my dear." Lars had a voice of silk, one you hear on the radio. His German accent wasn't as intense as it would have been 30 years ago, only certain inflections remained. It was gorgeous. He was gorgeous. "Thank you, and it's lovely to meet you finally too." I stuck my hand out and Lars laughed at me, grabbing my hand in his and pulling me close for a hug. One hand slid down my back, resting a little too low on my hips and it sent a chill down my already trembling legs. His body was rock solid and he smelled amazing, like fresh air. The hug didn't last any longer than it should have, but as I pulled away from him, his eyes searched mine. It was clear that the instant attraction was mutual. In a flash, his expression changed. Lars clapped his hands together, grabbed Jack and I by the shoulders and steered us inside to see everyone else. I felt Lars' hand leave my shoulder and when I turned around, he was gone. Jack was leading me through the house and out the back where everyone else was sitting. Two young children were splashing in the pool, a beautiful redhead was dangling her feet in the water beside them, most likely their mother. A carbon copy of Jack was standing at the barbeque, and he was the first to notice us. "JACK!" He shouted, abandoning his post and running at us. Everyone else looked up and came towards us, except for the three in the pool who smiled at waved. "Everyone, hi!" Jack laughed. I smiled politely beside him. I felt overwhelmed and a little average in this crowd of incredible looking people. "Guys, this is Liana. Liana, this," he said, indicating the man from the barbeque, "is Gavin. Over by the pool is his wife Sarah and their kids Livvy and Kate." Gavin pulled me in for a kiss and hugged Jack quickly before heading back to the cooking. "And this is Joey and his partner Peter." Another carbon copy of Jack was found in Joey and Peter didn't look too much different. We all hugged, beer was forced into our hands and we enjoyed the sunshine. "Liana, Jack. Would you like some help bringing your things in from the car?" Lars had stepped outside. "It's ok, dad. We've only got one suitcase and we brought a case of champagne, so I could probably manage it on my own." Jack said as he drank heavily from his bottle. "You stay here and bond with your brothers. Liana, you get the suitcase, I'll get the champagne." Lars offered. I managed to stutter in agreement. Just as I was starting to relax, those butterflies had come back. Jack handed me the keys and rubbed my arm when I gave him a nervous smile. I followed Lars silently through the house and out to the cars. "Um, everything is in the boot." I said as I unlocked the station wagon. Lars gestured for me to lead the way. I could feel his eyes on me as I lifted the lid and reached inside and pulled out the small suitcase and set it on the ground. I turned and looked at Lars, his eyes were boring into me. I turned back to the car to get the champagne, which had moved all the way to the back of the boot during the drive. Great. If I leaned any further forward, my dress would show off everything. I feigned not being able to reach. "Lars, I'm sorry. Can I get your help? The champagne has moved all the way to the back and I can't reach it." Lars pursed his lips slightly. "Yes, you can." "Sorry?" "I said yes, you can. You can reach the champagne." The smile that played on his lips was devilish. I was stunned. I stared at him for a few seconds, trying to process what he was saying. Ordinarily, his response would have been considered rude but obviously he was just being perverted. Which is still rude, but this, this did something to me. "Ok. Fine." I shrugged. I reached back into the boot, my arms reaching for the box. I could feel the hem of my dress at the back of my thighs, the material moving in the light breeze. I stood with the box in my arms, turned and handed the box to Lars. Electricity sparked where our fingers touched. Lars handled the box of champagne like it was nothing. "Let me show you where to put your things." He said with a tight voice. We walked back inside the house and placed the champagne on the hallway table and almost immediately took the suitcase from my hand. "Up." He gestured for me to head up the stairs first. I knew exactly why. To my shame, I must admit that I moved my hips a little too much, showed myself off in a way I shouldn't have done to my boyfriend's dad. Lars wore a very self -satisfied smile when he moved past me at the top of the stairs. I followed him down a long mezzanine corridor. It over looked the open living area downstairs. We walked past three doorways before Lars stopped and opened the door to a bedroom and placed the suitcase inside. "This will be your room. That," he nodded to the room at the end of the corridor "is my room. The others are taken by the rest of the family. The door at the other end is the bathroom. There's also one in my room, if the children are using the main one. Both of them have a shower, a large bath..." Lars' voice drifted off as he made his way closer to me. My eyes widened at the thought of sharing a bath with him. I knew I should move away, take a step back, but I was frozen. One last step from him and Lars and I were almost nose to nose. "Liana, you're exquisite." Lars whispered. His warm breath brushed against my skin, leaving chills behind. I don't know how long we stood like this, taking each other in. Everything about him was perfect. The curl of his top lip, the small amount of dark blonde and grey hair that poked out of the opening in his shirt, even the small vein that was visible under his left eye. HE'S YOUR BOYFRIEND'S FATHER! A small voice screamed inside me. That was when I finally took a step back. I turned on my heel to leave but Lars grabbed my wrist and pulled me tight against his body. "Lars, st- " He cut me off with a kiss, unlike any kiss I had ever experienced. It was deeply passionate, filled with a hunger that may not ever be satisfied. Those full lips that had so easily grabbed my attention felt incredible against my own. I couldn't help but respond but I needed to stop myself before we got carried away. More carried away. I braced myself against Lars' body and pushed away. He didn't move easily, eager to keep a hold of me but I broke free and walked as briskly as lightly as possible down the hallway. We didn't need anyone hearing us making a racket. I tried to compose myself as I walked down the stairs and made my way outside. "Honey, you're cheeks are red. Was the suitcase too heavy?" Jack kissed me on the cheek and handed me my beer. "Oh no, it's just that I'm a bit tired and it's warm. That's all." "Did you and my dad bond a little?" He said expectantly. "Yeah. He seems really nice." I smiled up at Jack to try and hide any other emotion. It scared me how easy it was to seem ok. Chatting with Joey, Peter and Jack put me at ease again. Minutes later, Lars joined us with a beer. "So, Liana, where's that name from? Not Italian, I hope." Lars said with a smirk. "No, I don't think so. I'm not Italian. Lianas are vines that use trees to get to the tops of canopies for sunlight. Mum heard the word once while on a rainforest tour in the Daintree and thought it would make a nice name. Not very exciting, I'm afraid." "You're not Italian, where is your family originally from?" Joey asked. "Both my parents are Middle Eastern. Mum's Lebanese, Dad's Israeli. So I'm pretty scared of Germans, and Italians too." I joked, and the boys laughed around me. "Not too afraid, I hope." Lars winked at me. My heart almost stopped. Jack wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and pulled me into his chest. "Sometimes I wear a little moustache for her. It makes the sex more exciting." "Jack!" I squealed and hit his arms to let go of me. Joey and Peter laughed and hooted at us while we play fought. When I caught a glimpse of Lars, he looked mildly amused. "Ok, break it up you two." Gavin said, hitting Jack and I with a pair of tongs. "Dinner's ready. Everyone grab a plate and a seat at the table." As we walked to the table, I pulled Jack aside. "Hey, you shouldn't make jokes about us having sex in front of your dad. It's not right." "It's ok, my family is cool about it. Besides, we're not teenagers Liana. I'm 30, you're nearly there. Dad knows we're not sitting home every night playing Parcheesi. Come on, sit next to him at dinner. You'll feel much better once you get to know him." "Jack, no. You know how I get around so many new people." "Relax, Li. It's fine." Jack kissed me on the forehead. When we got to the table, Jack maneuvered me to sit beside Lars. I needed an out. "Lars, sorry to bother you. Do you have anything for the mozzies? I'm getting eaten alive here." Hopefully by the time he found the bug spray and I got myself covered and back to the table, he would already be surrounded by his grandchildren. "Sure, it's inside. Follow me, we don't want the spray on everyone's food." Fuck. Not what I was hoping for. I followed Lars into the kitchen and he retrieved the spray from under the sink. I put my hand out for the can and he shook his head. He walked to the dining table and motioned for me to rest my foot on a chair. I should have refused, but I didn't. I lifted my left leg and put my foot on the seat. From the ankle to the top of my thigh, Lars caressed my skin. He followed with the spray and repeated the actions with my right leg. "Turn around." I stood with my back towards him and he sprayed the back of my legs, lifting my dress above my waist. He didn't touch me, he just looked. He finished my arms and we walked outside, not another word passing between us until we sat down together at the table. Nothing needed to be said anymore. Dinner was pleasant, above the table. Jack was right, nothing was off limits with his family. Religion, politics, sex. It was all discussed with out argument. In my family, we can't talk about the weather with out starting a war. Nothing was off limits below the table, either. Lars kept one hand on me through out the evening, starting with stroking my knee. As the sky darkened and more alcohol was had, he gradually moved his hand up my thigh, finally resting at the apex. Lars was involved in every conversation that worked around the table, and he was calm and collected. No one would have guessed he was feeling up the girl nearly half his age in front of his whole family. Usually argumentative and opinionated, I kept quiet, feeling that if I spoke, I would give up the game right away. Eventually, only Joey, Jack, Lars and I remained at the table. It was just past 9pm and I could see Jack losing his concentration. "Jack, darling?" "Hmm?" He lifted his eyes slowly to meet mine and smiled. "Jack, go to sleep. We'll clean up here, ok?" As I stood, Lars carefully slid his hand away from my leg. I went to Jack and kissed his cheek, trying to rouse him. "Hey, you drove all the way up here, you're exhausted. Go to sleep." Jack stood and pulled me into a tight embrace, kissing my forehead before heading back up to the house. We stacked the dishes and took everything inside. It didn't take much to convince Joey to head upstairs to Peter. Lars and I stood side by side washing and drying the dishes in silence. "Do you love my son?" Lars said, breaking the quiet. "I don't know about love, it's early days. I care about him very much." I had to answer as truthfully as possible. "Why do you flirt back then, if you care about him?" "Why did you flirt to begin with if you love him so much?" It was only a fair question. I didn't start this and I wasn't about to wear the responsibility. "I know. I feel guilty." Lars put the last dish on the drying rack, dried his hands and turned to me. "But not guilty enough?" "Not at all." Lars walked towards me. His whole face blazed with purpose. For every step he took forwards, I stepped back and I hit a wall. I put my hands out to push against his chest and keep him at arms length, but he grabbed my wrists and held them to the side of my head. My heart was thumping loudly. I was scared and so aroused, a feeling that heightened when Lars pushed his body against mine, his erection strong against me. "Tell me no." He whispered raggedly. "What?" "Tell me no, Liana. Tell me not to do this." "Lars, no." I struggled. "Lars, please don't do this." Was he trying to convince himself we didn't want what was about to happen? "Tell me that you don't want me." Shit. That was exactly what he was doing. "I don't want you, Lars." My words were so hollow. I couldn't convince anyone. "Tell me you don't want me to push you to the floor and fuck you." He had me so turned on, I whimpered. I was barely able to find my breath. "Lars, I don't want you to fuck me." "Like hell you don't." Lars took me by force. Our mouths were hot and eager, needing more and more of one another. He grabbed the hem of my dress and lifted it over my head, groaning as he looked at me. He removed his shirt and unbuttoned his jeans, revealing more perfection each time an article of clothing came off. As he got undressed, I removed the remainder of my clothing, unable to take my eyes off him. We stood before one another, taking in what we could. The curve of his shoulders, the dusting of hair on his chest, the trail that led down to his stomach to his thick and incredible erection. I was trembling. Lars launched at me again, pressing me back up against the wall and kissing me frantically. His hardness pushed at me, search for and finding the dampness between my thighs. Our bodies spoke to one another, and we slid on to the floor. Lars didn't wait to take what he wanted. He pushed inside me easily, filling me in the most glorious way. It took everything I had to moan as quietly as possible into his neck. Lars groaned like an animal in my ear and began to thrust, fucking me hard and giving me everything he had. I wrapped my legs around his body, pulling him as deeply as I could. I wanted him further inside me than any man had been. I wanted it all and I was frenzied in trying to get it. I met each thrust from Lars with my own, both of us quickening the pace to reach our orgasms. "Lars...Lars, I'm about to come." I whispered into his skin. In response, Lars grabbed my hair in his fist and pulled my hair back. His face loomed above me in my blurred vision. "Look at me when you come." His eyes burned as we stared each other down. A bead of sweat cleared a path down the bridge of his nose splashed warmly into the corner of my mouth. Lars bit his bottom lip as he held me down and gave me his hardest thrusts, bringing me to a blinding orgasm. Every muscle between my legs contracted with my orgasm, pulling Lars' into me. He came hard, emptying everything he had inside me. It was exactly what I wanted. Lars lowered his head into my chest, his breathing laboured. Our bodies continued to rock together slowly as we caught our breath, taking as much from each other as we possibly could. Lars kissed the skin he was resting on and continued up, snaking a warm trail up to my lips. Our kisses were less frantic but more passionate than before. I wanted to remember what he tasted like, how his bottom lip felt between my teeth and the way he moaned when I nibbled it gently. Lars slid his hands down my body and caressed my skin. He dragged his nail along my thighs, still wrapped around his back, sending a chill through my body that made me thrust involuntarily against him. "Again, hmm?" Lars whispered into his kiss. I hummed in agreement. My Weekend with Lars Ch. 02 "Again, hmm?" Lars whispered into our kiss. I hummed in agreement. I didn't want to talk. I didn't want to do anything that would stop the heavenly feeling of Lars' lips on mine. We melted in to one another, breathed each other in. I know it should have, but no feeling of guilt overwhelmed me. This just felt right. I felt like this is where I was supposed to be. I needed to know if I was alone. "Lars?" I asked softly. "You're interrupting me." Lars replied in between kisses. "I'm sorry." I couldn't help but smile. "I'm not sorry. I have to ask you something. Do you – " "Shh!" Lars cut me off and put his hand over my mouth. "Did you hear that?" I shook my head in the negative, but Lars remained still, his eyes wide. That's when I heard it. A creak in the floorboards above us, then on the stairs. "Shit! Fuck!" Lars swore in a quiet whisper. We scrambled off the floor and started to collect our discarded clothing and stood completely naked in the kitchen. I looked to Lars for help. "Shit shit shit shit." Lars continued to curse. "Ok, come. Come!" Lars gestured for me to follow him. He opened a door that could be seen from the kitchen, shuffled me inside and turned on the light. We were hiding in the linen closet. Together, we listened quietly for the footsteps that came into the kitchen and opened the fridge. We stared at each other, our eyes wide with fear. Blood pumped loud in my ears. "What do we do now?" I mouthed dramatically at Lars. "Wait." He mouthed back. I covered my face with my hands and tried to breathe as quietly and calmly as possible. I hoped I wasn't going to be standing here all night. Slowly, I lowered my hands and looked up at Lars. The movements of someone in the kitchen were filtering under the door. I had never been so scared in my life. An amused smile tilted across his handsome face. He took the clothes from my hands and placed them on a shelf. He kept his hands on the shelf above my head and leaned in towards my body, inhaling my scent deeply. He nuzzled at my neck, his warm breath sent chills down one side of my body and a fire rushed through me. I arched my back and pushed myself against Lars, his hardness pressing against the wet between my legs. Lars' eyes flashed and he took a hold of my shoulders and spun me around, my face pressed against folded bed sheets. Lars dragged his warm hands down the length of my spine and grabbed my hips, pulling me towards his body and making sure that I was displayed nicely for him. His hands spread across my ass and he leaned in to whisper in my ear. "You should thank who ever is out there. They have saved you from a very severe spanking." He threatened. I whimpered quietly. My insides had turned hot at his words. I was cursing whoever it was that had interrupted us. Lars hands continued to work his hands over my cheeks, dipping between my legs and I heard him sigh contentedly when touched my slick core. "Bite those sheets and don't you make a fucking sound." He breathed. I did as Lars commanded, burying my face in the sheets as he dipped the head of his cock inside me. Lars removed a hand from my ass and placed it over my mouth as he impaled me. I tried my hardest not to scream but a quiet mewl escaped me. My heart raced with the possibility of being heard. I gripped the shelves beside my head until my knuckles turned white. Just as I began to adjust, Lars placed his other hand between my legs, taking my clit between his fingers and rolling it gently. I needed more. I began to grind against him, taking him in as deep as I could before it would start to hurt. Lars responded aggressively, slamming his hips into me with out any regard for what I could take. I grumbled into his hand, hot tears welling in my eyes. I was so conscious of the person in the kitchen, and it only made me hotter, knowing that it only took one sound from me and we could be discovered at any second. My senses were heightened and focused. The delicious agony between my legs was where I was centered as I quaked. My knees began to buckle and I tightened my grip on the shelves as Lars rubbed my clit harder, drawing out my orgasm. As my convulsions eased, Lars' thrusts became more urgent, shorter and sharper as he neared his release. With breath pushed through gritted teeth, Lars came hard inside me, each pump rippling through my sensitive body. Lars removed his hand from my mouth but kept the one between my legs, and collapsed into me, resting his head between my shoulder blades. I needed to sit down, I was exhausted. I reached around and tapped Lars on the leg and indicated for him to move back. With great care, Lars slowly pulled out of me and I crumbled into a heap on the floor of the linen closet. I pointed to the door. Lars pressed his ear against the wood and closed his eyes, concentrating on any noises that may be coming from the kitchen. I waited with bated breath for a couple of minutes until Lars turned around and offered me a hand up. He pulled me up and held me tight in his arms. "You are incredible." His voice was a warm growl in my ear. "Get dressed. Want a drink?" I nodded to him enthusiastically as I put myself back together and followed him out of the linen closet. We both looked around warily, waiting for someone to jump out of the shadows, but whoever had come downstairs was long gone. We headed into the living room and I sat cross-legged on the couch while Lars pulled out two glasses from the liquor cabinet and poured us each two fingers of whiskey. I admired Lars' confident stride as he made his way towards me. I had been looking at him for half a day but this was the first time he looked so cocky. He flashed another cheeky smile at me as he sat down and handed me a glass. We toasted one another and sat silently, each of us contemplating what had happened. I felt shaken. Jack was lovely, truly lovely, and I had just fucked his father twice. I felt absolutely awful, but I couldn't change what I had done, what Lars and I had both done. I couldn't help what I felt for Lars either. The question was, did Lars feel the same about me? I had to know what came next for me. "Lars?" I looked over at him to find him gazing at me. "Liana." His voice was velvet in my ears. "I wanted to ask you something before," I waved my hand in the direction of the kitchen "before all of that. I don't quite know how to phrase it, but what's happening here? What are we doing?" "Maybe something we should not have done, my dear. But it's now done." Lars was calm and collected, like this was an every day occurrence. "So, where do we go from here?" "Come up to my room and stay with me tonight. Don't go back to Jack. We will talk to him in the morning." "And spend all of tomorrow arguing with the family? I don't think so." "Liana, I want you. I want you to be with me. It doesn't matter if the argument is right now, or tomorrow or next week. The argument over you will happen, if you want to be with me too." Lars wants to be with me? That really was not something I was expecting. Was he serious or was he just playing around? I couldn't tell. I searched his face for answers, and as I stared into his eyes, pure honesty stared back at me. He didn't seem like a bad father, but was this something a good father would do? I guess I never thought I would be a bad girlfriend, but there you go. I couldn't sit in front of Lars and think straight. I had to get away. "Lars, I'm going to bed now. We may think very differently in the morning." I put my glass on the coffee table and left the room with out waiting for a reply. I took a shower and as I made my way down the hallway when I had finished, I noticed that Lars' bedroom door was closed. He'd gone to bed. I snuck into the bedroom Jack and I were sharing to find Jack sleeping peacefully. Guilt finally crashed over me. What the hell had I done? ** I moaned through the grogginess of sleep. I was being woken up by warm breath and soft kisses on my neck. I dragged my eyelids open and a vision of Jack floated above me. "Good morning beautiful." Jack gave me his killer tilted smile. The same one Lars gave me last night. The guilt intensified a thousand-fold. Fuck. I took a breath and tried to calm myself. "Good morning yourself. What time is it?" "Just after 9. It's not like you to be up after me. Did you come to bed late?" "Before 12. You were fast asleep." "I was tired, but I'm not tired anymore." Jack said softly, that cheeky smile growing larger across his handsome face. Jack leaned in and kissed me, softly parting my lips with his tongue. I knew it was wrong of me, but I caved and kissed back. His tender kisses felt so good. A sweet caress that I could fall in to and be safe in. He pressed his weight on top of me, grinding our hips together. I should have been sore and tired from the night before, but Jack made love, he didn't fuck wildly like Lars, and I craved the tenderness. Jack took my head in his hands and held me close. "You feel so good." He moaned quietly as he entered me slowly. I sighed in response. He always felt incredible, as if he were a part of my body that was missing. I closed my eyes and breathed him in. Jack's scent was a small amount of cologne and an undeniable musk that would always drive me wild. I reopened my eyes and Jack was smiling an all too familiar smile at me. "Jack, no. Please don't! Please!" I pleaded with him, but he had his mind made up. Jack placed both of his hands on my ribs and ran them up and down my body, searching for today's sweet spot. I braced myself as best as I could. And then it began. Jack dug his fingers into my skin, tickling me to the point of pain but I was laughing so hard, I could barely breathe. I tried to speak but I could only screech wildly. "Ess...Ess..." I would start before cracking up. I knew I was making a horrendous amount of noise but I couldn't help it. I struggled more against Jack but he some how managed to grab me and roll onto his back with out a pause in his strange torture. I sat straddling him, laughing and bucking against him. Jack's face was lit to a thousand watts. I finally was able to get a handle on myself. "Ess Tee Oh Pee! ESS TEE OH PEE!" I wailed. As always when I spelled the magic word, Jack stopped his tickling. "You pretend you hate that, but you love it." Jack laughed and playfully slapped my ass, grabbing it as he pushed his hips up to meet mine. I couldn't speak as our bodies locked together. I took the lead, rocking back and forth on Jack's lap, hitting that one spot that makes me shiver every time. As I shook through my climax, Jack held my hips against his own and bucked hard into me until his own orgasm claimed him. I rolled off his body and lay beside Jack while we recovered. In 24 hours, I had fucked my boyfriend and his father. A huge part of me felt like an awful whore. An even bigger part of me was turned on by the idea. I was lost. Jack and I got dressed and made our way downstairs to be with the rest of the family. Everyone but Kate and the girls were sitting at the dining table drinking coffee. Lars eyed us both off warily. He looked tired. "How good of you two to join us." Gavin guffawed as we sat down at the dining table. "Was that my son who was making you laugh like a naughty angel up there?" Lars smiled at us, but it didn't touch his eyes. I blushed deeply, turning scarlet. "Yeah, we were just mucking around." "Whatever kind of mucking around could you be doing for him to illicit such a response from you?" The jealousy in Lars' voice was obvious to me. I wondered if anyone else noticed. My heart was racing. I looked down at my plate, trying to hide my face as I explained the game. "It's nothing. Jack just tickles me until I spell "stop", and that's it. It's annoying though." I look over at Jack to poke my tongue out at him, but he wasn't looking at me. Jack was looking at his father with daggers in his eyes. My Weekend With Lars Ch. 03 Jack was looking at his father with daggers in his eyes. Lars stared back passively. Oh fuck. The air in the room was silent for a beat. "Dad, please don't hit on my girlfriend. You're a dirty old man." Jack laughed. Relief poured out of me and I laughed a little too loudly. "Alright, you two playing games has already held up breakfast." Lars said as he stood up. "Kate is bathing the girls and I would like the food to be ready by the time they're done. Liana, Jack tells me you make excellent pancakes. Help me, would you? Boys, get everything else ready." Lars commanded. We all made our way into the kitchen and as Lars and the boys got everything ready for breakfast, I mixed the pancake batter and made my way to the stove. Lars stood beside me and started cooking on the grill. My stomach growled loudly as the smell of seared bacon filled the air. "Did you work up a bit of an appetite, my dear?" Lars asked loudly. I shot him a sideways look but didn't respond. "Cat got your tongue?" Lars whispered. "More like a dog actually." I whispered back, not lifting my eyes from the pan to look at him. What the hell was he playing at? Lars and I didn't talk to one another again while we cooked, but each time Jack came over to kiss my cheek or compliment my cooking, he looked at me with darkened eyes. It was pointless, all things considered, but the last thing I wanted to do was cause a rift between a father and son. I could tell by the look Lars kept giving Jack that I had already done just that. It was an incredible relief when Kate and Livvy came running into the room. The grandkids took all of Lars' attention. It was sweet watching him play with them. His eyes lit up as if there were fireworks behind them, and his perfectly sculptured face that I had really only seen serious and intent with desire, erupted with a smile that radiated happiness. I was so focused on Lars that I forgot my cooking duties and blackened the batter in the fry pan. The smell of carbon jolted me back, and once I had gotten rid of the now ruined pancake and started on a new one, I chanced another quick look at this carefree Lars only to have Gavin catch my eye. I busied myself back at my station, but it was too late. "What was that all about?" Gavin asked as he came to help me with cooking what Lars had abandoned. "What was what all about?" I looked at him with what I was hoping were blank and confused eyes. "I noticed it yesterday, the way you and dad look at each other, whisper together. I don't think I have seen you apart since you met yesterday afternoon." "I guess we have been talking a lot. We just get on well, I suppose." Yeah, like a fucking house on fire. "If you're planning a surprise for Jack's birthday, let Joey and I know, ok? The more of us there are, the better." Gavin smiled widely. Relief was followed by a tsunami of guilt. I should have been planning a birthday gift for Jack, not thinking about how his father made me ache in a most incredible way. I wanted to scream in frustration. I decided then and there that I would stay as far away from Lars as possible. I couldn't help my attraction to him but I could keep my distance. I knew that Jack could never know what happened. Selfishly, I was saddened by my decision but I knew it was the right one. And honestly, the very least I deserved was feeling a little miserable after what I had done. I looked over at Jack, who at that point was playing with one of the girls and her toys, and I knew I didn't deserve him either. I finished cooking the last pancake and threw it on to a platter while Gavin did the same with the sausages and bacon. We took the food to the table and the rest of the family followed like a pack of hounds. It was only once we sat down and loaded our plates with food and filled our mugs with coffee, that I realized how ravenous I was. I took a large gulp of coffee, and it was fortifying and calming as it burned through me. It was decided that the plan for the day was nothing but lying by the pool, except for Sarah and the girls heading off the see the new Disney, followed by a traditional German all-meat feast courtesy of Lars. I relished the idea of lying in the sun and getting a tan before heading back to work on Monday, but lying around meant ignoring Lars would be difficult. All I needed to do was make sure that I wasn't alone with him. I couldn't believe I had gotten myself into this mess. When we had finished breakfast, Joey and Peter had taken charge of the cleaning up while the rest of us got changed into our swimwear. Jack sighed in appreciation as I got undressed and slipped on the new one piece I bought when I found out we were spending a weekend with his family. "It's a shame you didn't bring that cute little bikini. I love watching you walk around in that. This one makes your tits look great though." I threw my discarded t-shirt at his face and turned to look in the mirror. Jack was right; my cleavage did look amazing in this swimsuit. It was a little tight around the chest, pushing everything together. I adjusted myself in the mirror, but it was no use. I looked like a slutty pin up. "Jack, throw that shirt back, would you?" I asked. "Why?" He said, holding it in his hands. "So I can cover up. This isn't suitable for family!" "Don't be stupid." Jack dumped the shirt on the bed, walked over to me and wrapped me up in his arms. "You look beautiful. Besides, how am I going to perv on you when you're covered up?" Jack moved his hands down my body and grabbed my ass roughly, pulling me closer to his heat. As he took my mouth in a deep kiss, he slipped one finger inside the back of my swimsuit, gently running a finger over the opening of my sex. A warm shiver ran through me. I couldn't do this again today. My body needed a rest. I pushed Jack away and wagged a finger at him. "Uh uh. Not now. You got the better of me this morning. Come, we both need to cool off." I said as I took Jack by the hand and led him out of the bedroom. "You never let me have any fun." He whined, imitating a small boy. "Now that's not true, is it Jack? You sounded like you were having plenty of fun this morning." We both turned to see Lars behind us in the hallway. He was eyeing me off so lecherously, it could have been a joke. I knew better. "Dad, you are so gross." Jack laughed. He turned to me "If I am anything like him when I get to 52, will you put me down?" "I promise." I assured him. Lars made a face of mock wounding. I couldn't bear to look at him any longer, so I turned on my heel and made my way downstairs and out to the pool. A strong heat took root in my stomach as I walked and beads of sweat broke from my forehead as I made my way out into the sunshine. "Come, come!!" Peter yelled from the far end of the swimming pool. Without waiting, I ran to the deep end of the pool and cannonballed in, joining him and Joey, Jack not far behind. The cool water did nothing to stop the inferno inside. I rested against the wall of the pool and let my head fall back against the sun-warmed tiles that lined the pool. I watched as Lars calmly sauntered towards the garden. Although I had seen him naked, it was the first chance I had to really look at him. It was agonizing. He wore the smallest swim shorts I had ever seen, and his tanned and muscular legs looked incredible. Even though he was slim, his chest and shoulders were broad and beautifully rounded. His arms were perfectly toned and in a way I couldn't explain, the thick veins that stood out on his hands and forearms made me practically salivate. Lars turned his gaze on me and I quickly shied away, but not quickly enough. He had caught me and smiled slyly. He made his way to the sun lounge closest to me and I ducked my head under the water and swam over to the boys, avoiding any possibility of Lars trying to talk to me. Jack opened his arms to me as I got nearer to him, lifting my weightless body so my legs were wrapped around his torso. I gripped him tightly and buried my head into his neck. I felt so ruined, I thought I might fall apart. Jack caressed the back of my head. "Are you ok?" I nodded into his body. "Hey, we're going to play Marco Polo." Gavin shouted. I turned my head to look at him. "Are you serious? How old are you?" "Old enough to know it's fun!" I couldn't help but laugh. I hadn't played Marco Polo since I was a little girl. It felt so good, playing the game. My mind was so focused on keeping quiet and not slipping on the tiles as I ran around the outside of the pool, I didn't have space to think about Lars, even when I caught him openly admiring me. I couldn't believe I was still good at this. Everyone had been 'it' at least twice, but I still remained at large. I sat crouched at the deep end of the pool, one foot dipped in the water, watching Peter as he blindly waded his way towards me. He knew he was close to someone, and my plan was to dive over his head and swim to the other end of the pool once he got close enough. I was poised and focused, when two hands clinched my waist. "I got her, Peter! Come now!" Lars yelled behind me. He held me tight against his chest. Peter was getting closer, and as much as I struggled, I couldn't get out of Lars' grip. Part of me didn't want to. Lars may have had my upper body locked in, but my legs were free. I took a couple of steps to the left, dragging Lars with me. We were just out of Peter's reach when I leaned forward, falling into the pool with Lars still clamped around me. I swam out of his grip just in time and he flailed about like an injured animal when Peter tagged him. "NO!" Lars cried to laughs of the rest of us watching. "YES! In your face, old man!" Peter roared triumphantly. "Alright, alright. Enough. Who's for volleyball?" Lars said as he hoisted himself out of the pool to retrieve a ball. Water cascaded down his back, cutting streams down his long tanned legs. I bit my bottom lip as I watched him walk around the pool. I had to get away. "Count me out for this one, guys." I waded out of the water and lay on a lounger to enjoy the sun. The exertions of the last 24 hours, the emotional rollercoaster, not to mention the huge amount of food I devoured at breakfast, had all taken their toll on me. I was absolutely shattered. I stretched myself all out all the way to the tips of my toes, feeling every muscle and bone creak through my body. The sun beat down and warmed my skin. The sounds of the men continuing their volleyball game drifted further away from me as I fell into a drowsy nap. A cold, wet hand rested on my shoulder and dragged me, unwillingly, out of sleep. I shaded my eyes with my hands and looked up at Jack. He bent down and kissed me softly. "You must be tired. You're been asleep for almost two hours." "I better turn over then." I mumbled drowsily. I hated being woken up from a nap. "We've decided to all go and meet Kate and the girls for the movie." "Can I stay here? I'm sorry, I'm just so tired." I also didn't need to be sat with Lars in the dark for an extended period of time. "Are you sure? You love Disney." "I'm sure." I nodded. "Ok, we'll be back before you know it. You can turn over now." Jack kissed me again before he left. I turned over on the lounger and let my mind wander. It sure would be peaceful having some time alone. I lay half asleep in the sun, only fully relaxing when I heard the chatter and laughs of the men outside and the sound of a car heading off down the driveway. I waited a few more minutes before peeling myself off the lounger. I took a dive back in to the cool water of the pool and swam a few laps. The chill of the water did nothing to ease the aches of guilt and lust that had been pulling at my body since I first walked into the house. All I could do about the guilt was try and make things right with Jack. I could do something to control my lust, though. I swam to the shallow end of the pool and sat on the top step, letting my head fall back onto the hot tiles. I knew what I needed. Without hesitation, I pulled my swimsuit aside and easily slid two fingers into my pussy. I couldn't believe the heat that radiated from inside me. No wonder I found this pain so unbearable. I rubbed my clit, engorged in my state, and I fucked myself vigorously, whispering Lars' name as I came hard. I felt so dirty, lying in the pool, coming at the thought of Lars, and it only increased how turned on I was. I was insatiable, thrusting my fingers in and out of my damp heat and coming until I was faint. I stopped only when the cramps in my hands became too strong to ignore. I pushed myself off the steps and let my body float in the water. I hated feeling the pulse between my legs and not being able to satisfy myself. I thought about what would truly satisfy me. An image of me on all fours, Jack taking me from behind and Lars holding my head in his hands as he fucked my mouth flashed through my mind. Lust-charged electricity buzzed through me, making me moan in agony. This was impossible. I swam some more laps before getting out of the pool. I decided to grab a beer and my book, hoping the beer would relax me and the book would occupy my mind. I dried myself off and made my way into the house, up the stairs and into the bedroom to find my book. It was tempting to lie on the bed but the sunshine was too lovely to ignore, so I rummaged around for my sunglasses. I made my way downstairs and into the kitchen and stopped dead in my tracks, my breath trapped in my chest. My Weekend With Lars Ch. 04 I made my way downstairs and into the kitchen and stopped dead in my tracks, my breath trapped in my chest. Lars stood at the counter, his back to me, still wearing his swim shorts. It was foolish to think he hadn't heard me running around the house. He turned to me slowly and I remained frozen. "Finally alone." Lars smiled. "What are you doing here?" I bumbled over my words. "I had to start getting dinner ready." Lars gestured to the countertop, which was covered in vegetables. He took a step towards me. I wanted to step away but I was rooted to the spot in which I stood. "No." I whispered and shook my head. "Why not?" Lars continued to move closer to me. "Jack." Lars was in front of me and he rested one hand on my waist. A fire burned where he touched me. "Tell me my dear, was it Jack you were thinking of when you were pleasuring yourself in the pool?" My breath hitched. He had seen everything. Lars traced a line across my stomach and down to my swollen lips, resting his fingers on my swimsuit. "Maybe you need your memory jogged, hmm?" He leaned into me. "How many fingers do you use when you fuck yourself?" His voice was tight in my ear. My mouth had gone completely dry. Lars and I were on a trajectory that I was powerless to stop, that I wouldn't have stopped even if I could. Lars slid his hand underneath my swimsuit. A low groan escaped his lips as he slipped his fingers into my soft curls, pushing inside me. With out any self-control, I drove my body against him. "You think saying no to me makes you a good girl, don't you?" Lars wiggled his fingers, making me cry out. Lars smirked. "But your body gives you away." I shuddered against him. I wanted him to take me, to use me until I couldn't function. Not wanted, needed. Gently, Lars removed his fingers from between my thighs and held them up to his lips, glistening with my desire. I almost fainted on the spot when he sucked his fingers, watching me through heavy lids, and moaned. "Upstairs. Now." Lars ordered, grabbing my hand as he took the lead to the bedroom. We rushed down the hallway, both of us eager to have as much of one another as we could before everyone got back. I walked into Lars' huge bedroom. Large windows overlooked the pool on the left, and a giant plush bed expanded on the right. The sunlight streaming through the windows brightened everything and I knew it wouldn't be long before I was lying in the beams, sighing with satisfaction. Lars came up behind me and rested his warm hands on my shoulders and placed a hot kiss at the nape of my neck. He slipped his thumbs through the straps of my swimsuit and pulled me back into his chest. He opened his fingers and splayed them out across my heaving chest. "You have been teasing me all day with these, haven't you?" His growl sent shivers down my body. "Lars, I didn't me-" His hand cupping my chin interrupted me, holding my jaw closed. "Let me be clear, Liana. Last night, the house was full and today it is empty. The only sound I want to hear now is you screaming my name." Fire ran from where his breath started at my neck, and rushed throughout my body. I nodded carefully. Lars grabbed at my swimsuit and forced it off my body and I turned to face him as I stepped out of it. The way he looked me up and down, licked his lips and then pursed them made me tremble with need, a need that overrode the guilt and the fear. I launched myself at him, twisting my fingers into his hair and kissing him deeply. Lars pawed heavily at my body, responding in exactly the way I hoped he would. The hunger that was present during our first kiss now consumed us both. Step by step, we worked our way to the bed. In a flash, Lars pushed me onto the mattress and removed his shorts before crawling on top of me. The weight of his taut body pressed down on me, and while it took my breath away, it was far from uncomfortable. The head of his full erection pressed into my inner thigh, and each time I tried to shift my hips to take him inside me, he backed away, teasing me with what I could have. Lars released me from his kiss and laughed quietly. "Now now, I have something else in mind for you." I wiggled impatiently underneath him and Lars chuckled as he took my wrists and held them above my head with one hand. With his free hand, he gently traced a line from my ear down to my chest. He cupped the swell of my breast and ran his thumb over my hardening nipple. I arched my back against his touch and Lars released a self-satisfied sigh as he lowered his head and took my puckered flesh into his mouth. I moaned as Lars' hot tongue gently worked over me, rolling back and forth, finding points that sent electricity through me. As he pulled his head away, he gently bit at the now hardened nub, causing a surge through my body. Lars smiled devilishly at me as he licked across my chest and repeated his actions on my other nipple. I writhed in agony and ecstasy beneath his body. While his mouth lashed at my breasts, Lars' hand wandered down my body and came to rest between my legs. He groaned as he touched my slick heat. "So wet." He breathed against the underside of my breast. "I need to taste you." He didn't wait for my small whimper of approval before he started moving down my body. He let go of my wrists and placed both hands on my ribs, sliding his hands over my curves all the way to my knees. He strummed his fingers on my kneecaps and I knew what he wanted, and I shifted my legs open for him, making space for his broad chest. As Lars sunk lower on his knees, he looked at me with darkened eyes and those curved lips pursed once again. Wondering what he was thinking and why he was waiting was driving me crazy. I squirmed in his hands and his pursed lips curved into a smile but he still didn't move. "Lars, please." My voice shook as though I was on the verge of tears. "Please...? Please what, my dear?" I grunted in frustration. I was going to have to beg. "Please lick me. Please lick my pussy." Lars' eyes lit up. "I love when those dirty words come out of your sweet little mouth." Just when I thought he was going to tease me some more, Lars was going to oblige me. With his face between my thighs, Lars licked his lips and smiled. I let my head fall back on the bed and waited to feel him. My breathing became labored when I felt his nose brush against me gently, but just as soon as I had felt it, the phone rang with a scream. I sat up and Lars and I looked at one another. I shook my head. "Don't get it. Whoever it is can wait." I said, placing my hand on Lars' cheek. "It could be the kids. Hold on." Lars said and got up to grab the phone from the bedside table. I pouted comically at him as he answered the call. "Hello?" Lars said calmly, not at all sounding like he was about to do anything untoward. "Yes, Jack. Everything ok?" Lars looked over at me and shrugged. That guilt came flowing and I fell back onto the bed and threw my arm over my eyes. "No no, everything is fine here...yes Liana is ok, still by the pool...I can see her from where I'm standing, she doesn't look sunburned..." Lars took his place in between my legs as he was chatting. I removed my arm and looked down at Lars with wide eyes. I couldn't believe he was doing this. "I'm fine, just finishing up preparing for dinner...I'm just about to have a little something to eat actually..." Lars smiled devilishly at me. I gasped and threw my hand over my mouth to stop myself from swearing loudly. I slapped Lars' arm hard and he made an expression of mock pain. "Ok, we'll see you in a couple of hours. Bye, bye." Lars hung up the phone and threw it on the bed behind me. "Are you fucking kidding me?" I knew I was raising my voice, but I couldn't help it. I just couldn't believe what Lars had said. I tried to scramble up the bed and away from Lars, but he wrapped his arms around my knees and held me in place. He was as exactly as strong as he looked and I couldn't get free. "Where are you trying to go?" Lars said calmly with one eyebrow raised. "Away from you, this, away from what's about to happen." "Where will you get away to? This is my house, you know. You can try and run, but I will find you, no matter where you choose to hide. And when I find you, nothing is going to interrupt me. Not a phone call, not a knock at the door. Nothing." Lars' face was so close to the core of me, I could feel his breath. His face was so intense it was almost sinister. It made me want to run even more, just to find out what would happen when he caught me. "Don't get ideas, Liana. I'm not letting you go." I barely had a chance to read into his remark before he was on me. Lars didn't hesitate or tease as he pleasured me. He plunged his tongue inside me, drawing out an animal sound that came from deep in my belly. I was lost in a sea of pure ecstasy. I reached down, tangled my fingers in Lars' hair and rolled my hips up. I wanted to feel him everywhere. As if reading my mind, he took one hand from my knee and placed it at my opening, pushing three long fingers inside me. I cried out as Lars' digits filled and stretched me. I wanted to tell him to stop, but then to keep going. It hurt so, so beautifully. As I adjusted to the feeling, Lars skillfully moved his fingers and started to suck my clit. It was too much. I grabbed at the sheets above my head so violently; I shook the pillows and the phone off the bed and they landed on the floor with a heavy thud. The room darkened as the pressure between my legs became sublimely unbearable. I braced my legs against Lars' shoulders and he let out a deep moan that vibrated through my whole body. I couldn't hold back from there. My orgasms were extreme as they avalanched through me, one after the other with out pause. Lars licked me comfortingly, with a soft and flat tongue as the final ripples of my orgasm shook through me. "Satisfied?" Lars asked, in between the flicks of his tongue. I hummed. Absolutely. The sensation of Lars gently sliding his fingers out of me made me moan as his knuckles grazed my swollen and sensitive lips. I felt so empty. So maybe not totally satisfied then. I look down at Lars to see his reaction, but he repeated his motions earlier of licking my come off his fingers, one by one. "Liana," Lars said, drawing out the syllables in my name. His deep and husky voice made my name sound like a prayer. "Were you lying to me?" He crawled up the bed and lay down beside me, pulling me into his body so I curled up against him. "I wasn't lying when you asked." I mumbled into his skin. "What was all that moaning about, then?" Lars stroked my hair. How could I tell Lars exactly what I was feeling? How could I say that I was like an addict, but that I never knew I had a problem until I met him just the day before? How could I say that I would never be satisfied, no matter how much time we spent together? "I just can't get enough of you, that's all." I said sheepishly. "Don't leave tomorrow, then." His tone was earnest. "Lars, we don't live in a fantasy world. I have to leave tomorrow." I hated the reality of my words. "It's not a fantasy, Liana. Yes, it's a less than ideal situation but I can't let you leave here." "It's not feasible." I lifted my head and stared at Lars. "What happens at Christmas, and birthdays and family get-togethers like these? I would be hated by the family as soon as they find out about us!" I was getting hysterical at the thought of being universally despised. "What's the alternative? We fuck in secret at each of these events?" Lars maneuvered himself so he was lying on top of me and he held my head in his hands. "Liana, there is something between us, you know that. You know we won't ever be able to ignore it." He was more passionate than I could have possibly imagined. As we stared into each other's eyes, breathing each other in, something shifted with in me. I knew he was right. Lars must have noticed the change in me. "You're staying." It was not a question that came from Lars, but a statement of fact, delivered with some shock but mostly awe. Excitement twinkled in his eyes. Before I could even respond, Lars' lips clamped on mine, his kiss was desperate, as if now that he had my word, he might lose me. I wrapped my legs around his hips and dug my nails into his arms. I needed to have him fill me again. I arched my back and opened my hips as Lars rammed his engorged manhood inside me and the breath escaped from my lungs. "Fuck." Lars growled through his teeth. "You're so fucking tight." He pounded into me, fucking me hard and deep like a lion taking his mate. A high-pitched moan, half Lars' name and half nothingness came from my lips. My eyes began to water and I lost my breath as I tried to match his pace and failed. He was too intense, too focused on his release. All too quickly, Lars clawed at my neck as he emptied himself into me, repeating my name into my skin. He slowly pulled out and collapsed on the bed beside me, trying to regain his breath, which was labored after his exertions. "I'm sorry." He whispered. "It's ok." I rubbed my hand along his chest. "There will be plenty more opportunities to make up for that." I tried to keep the disappointment out of my voice. Lars smiled and tried to catch his breath and a plan started formulating in my mind. It didn't take long for Lars' breath to return to normal. I smiled at him as I slipped out of his arms and kissed his body, making my way down. His cock lay, slowly softening, in the bed of his dark blond pubic hair. I breathed in his musk and it shot right through me, a strong feeling pulsing between my legs. With out hesitation, I swept my tongue up the shaft, the taste of his saltiness making me even hotter. "What are you doing?" Lars looked down at me, his brow furrowed in confusion. "I'm cleaning you." I tried to sound as innocent as possible. "Jesus, Liana. You're going to kill me." He moaned. Despite his complaining, he grabbed my hair as I hungrily lapped at him. I was savouring all of him. My contented grumbling and the wet noises coming from my mouth as I sucked and licked Lars' cock were so unlady-like but they were worth it as he started growing hard in mouth. I made a show of enjoying his pre-come, swirling my tongue around the head of his throbbing length. "Fucking hell, you're such a perfect little whore, aren't you?" Lars groaned. I kept my eyes on him and nodded. I loved that dirty talk. I moved one hand between my legs, but before I could touch myself, Lars interrupted me. "Oh no, bring that ass up here." He removed one hand from my hair and motioned for me to move up to him. "But don't stop." With only the smallest pause in my attentions, I maneuvered my body the way Lars wanted, off to the side of his head. I spread my legs and arched my back and he grabbed at my cheeks, spreading them even more. He pressed two fingers at my opening and spread the slickness up my slit to my tight hole. "You've got such a lovely little cunt." He groaned. Oh fuck. In my wildest fantasies, I could not have imagined Lars as filthy as this. I was reveling in his words and I was sure my wetness would start dripping down my thighs at any second. I was relishing his commanding tone, the way he was taking control of my pleasure and how he just knew what I needed. "Enough." Lars ordered, grabbing my hair and pulling me off his cock. I twisted my body to look at him, and I bit my lip to stop myself from panting with eagerness. "You're going to sit on my dick and show me what you can do with that sweet pussy of yours." I complied eagerly. I wanted to show him how good I was, how good a fit I was for him. Lars laid back, his eyes hungrily roaming over my body. As I straddled his hips, he made a "v" shape with his right hand and positioned his hand so his thick erection sat in between. I thought nothing of this, or anything else, as I slowly lowered myself onto him, taking his girth inside me. As I had taken him up to hilt and my wet and sensitive lips brushed against Lars' knuckles, I finally understood. As I ground my hips against Lars', the bumps of his knuckles massaged the folds of my sex in such an exquisite way. Lars' other hand grabbed my ass as I gyrated in his lap. I could hardly control myself. I threw both my hands against Lars' chest to steady myself and I cried out for him. "Oh god, you're everywhere. I can feel you everywhere!" I wailed breathily. Lars grunted as he simultaneously lifted his hips and pulled me into his. We bucked against each other wildly, and the hand on my cheek lifted and came down hard, leaving a stinging spank against my skin. "What do you want?" Lars asked huskily. "Come inside me, Lars." I begged, my own climax only moments away. "Come inside my tight pussy." That was exactly what we both wanted to hear. We fucked each other hard, our hips never breaking contact as we ground against each other. As I started to come, my pussy clenched around Lars and I could feel him spasm with rope after rope of his come. I laid down into Lars' neck as the room began to spin around me. My breath had been knocked from my chest with the force of my orgasm. As I laid breathing in Lars' scent, I knew that being with him was the right choice. He stroked my hair gently. "Come, my dear. Let's shower and get ready for what I'm sure will be an eventful night..." My Weekend With Lars Ch. 05 He stroked my hair gently. "Come, my dear. Let's shower and get ready for what I'm sure will be an eventful night..." In the shower, Lars and I washed each other under the cool water. With soaped hands, we cleaned and learned about one another, committing to memory the curves and edges of the other's body. Holding me in his arms, Lars entered me slowly and our two bodies connected, becoming one. We made love against the cold tiles, not only for release but also for reassurance and comfort; to know we were doing the right thing against the odds. "Oh god, Liana," Lars' breath sent chills against my neck as he whispered, almost begging. "I didn't know I needed you." Our lovemaking was desperate. We clutched at each other, nails digging in to skin, trying to pour the affection and need we felt into our actions. "I'm yours," I sighed as I tightened around him. "Lars, I'm just yours." He claimed my mouth in a hot and overpowering kiss as he came, pressing against me until our breath become laboured. The rest of our shower was spent in affectionate silence. What was left to say? We had both made our choice but neither of us could be certain that the other would stand by it in the face of the family. It wouldn't be easy to stay strong when it came down to the wire. There would be plenty of talking to do later. We dried and dressed and I followed Lars down into the kitchen to help him finish cooking. The rest of the family were expected home with in the hour. My stomach was so tied up in knots, I thought I was going to be sick. Lars' hand rubbed comfortingly up and down my spine and sent a cold shiver through me. "Are you alright my dear?" His eyebrows were knotted with concern. "Not really." I answered truthfully, carefully setting aside the large knife and carrots I had been charged with. "I don't know how I am going to go through with this. I just want to be on the other end of this situation, you know? I want to wake up with you beside me and tonight well behind us." "I know what you mean." Lars leaned in to kiss the side of my forehead. "But nothing worthwhile comes easily. And Liana, I know that you are worth everything." He kissed me again and held me tightly in his arms. My heart felt like it was going to explode from my chest. Was it possible to fall in love this way? Is that what I was feeling? On top of everything that Lars and I had been through, would it be too much to vocalise this as well? I felt a glow as I looked up into Lars' eyes, and I knew right away that I didn't need to say a thing, not just then. We worked well together trying to finish dinner in time, and although the air between us was comfortable, there was a growing tension. We didn't know how we were going to tell the family what we needed to, just that we would. Lars and I agreed that he would broach the topic after dinner, since he was the head of the family and, aside from Jack, I had only known every body else for the better part of 24 hours. All too soon, the front door opened and the sounds of the rest of the family flooded the house. I felt Jack before I heard him, when he wrapped his arms around my waist. My whole body stiffened. "Hello you. You did get a bit brown, didn't you?" He said as he playfully kissed my shoulder. I didn't dare open my mouth to speak out of fear that I would cry, but I ended up making a soft, non-committal grunt instead. I looked over at Lars, who was watching us like a hawk. Jack turned my body so that I faced him, his eyes searching mine. "Are you ok? Are you mad that I went off with out you?" Oh shit. The shame I felt at that moment was deeper than anything that I had felt before. He thought I was mad because he went out and here I was, making plans to run away with his father. Goddamn it. I took a deep breath before I answered him, trying to muster as much enthusiasm as possible. "I'm fine, Jack, just a little tired. Why don't you jump in the shower? Dinner will be ready soon." He eyed me off warily but kissed my forehead softly before heading upstairs to get ready for dinner. Despite Gavin and Sarah taking the girls to tidy up, Lars and I still weren't alone, with Joey and Peter sitting at the kitchen bench opening a bottle of wine for us all. It was as if Lars could read my mind. "Boys, would you mind terribly if I asked you to set the table? Liana and I still have a little too much cooking to do in the meantime." Lars asked, sounding almost absent minded. As soon as Peter and Joey left the kitchen, Lars turned on me. "You can still back out, Liana. I would understand." Lars' voice was calm and even but heartache was clear in his eyes. "Shut up. Just help me get through tonight, ok?" I grabbed his hand and gave it a hard squeeze. Lars tugged gently at my hand and gave me a small smile, turning back to his cooking. While the girls ran around the house with Joey and Peter in tow, Gavin, Sarah and Jack stood around in the kitchen with Lars and I, all of us with wine in hand. Having some sort of blood alcohol reading helped me to lighten up, making it easier for me not to tense up when Jack put his arm around me, easier to laugh and make conversation. The wine didn't stop the feeling that I was hurtling towards an uncertain future, and didn't numb that fear. The feeling only intensified, dizzying me, as Lars' voice rang out to call everyone to dinner. With the chaos of platters being taken to the table and children running between our legs, I was separated from Lars and Jack at the dining table, something that I was thankful for, and that also increased my anxiety a thousand fold. I sat with Livvy on one side of me and Joey on the other, facing Jack, who kept smiling at me sweetly. Everybody ploughed into their meals, except for Lars and I, both of us picking at the meagre amount of food we had out on our plates. The chatter and laughter at the table was so loud, everybody so much enjoying themselves, that our lost appetite went unnoticed. Almost unnoticed. "Why aren't you eating? That's so unlike you." Jack said as he reached across the table and touched my hand. "I picked a lot when we were cooking. You know how I get." I answered with a tight smile and helpless shrug. Jack seemed placated, if not convinced, but dropped the issue. The rest of the dinner passed by in a blur of noise and wine, and all too quickly, plates were being collected and the table was being cleared. Lars caught my eye and gave me the smallest of nods. It was time. Just when I thought it wasn't possible, my stomach tightened up even further. I pressed my lips together tightly; too afraid to open my mouth in case I threw up. Silently, I helped everybody clean up, keeping to myself as much as I could. I brought the fruit platter out to the table and sat down, not only waiting for everyone else to sit down, but also waiting for Lars to take the lead. To make matters worse, two bottles of champagne from the case that Jack and I brought with us were presented at the table with enough flutes to go around. This was going to be painful for everybody, certainly not a time to be laying out the bubbles. Everyone at the table cheered as Gavin and Sarah each popped open a bottle, pouring out full and even glasses and handing them around. Gavin lifted his glass, waving his hand for the rest of us to follow. "I want to toast to the family. It's always too long between get togethers, but I love seeing you. And, a big thank you to dad for putting up with all of the noise. At least you'll have the place to yourself tomorrow night." Around the table, we all mumbled in agreement, each of us offering our own thank you. Lars didn't smile as he tipped his glass toward the table in acknowledgement. I couldn't help but groan inwardly when he pressed his full lips to his glass and drank from it. As he lowered his glass, he looked me in the eyes. "Liana," Lars beckoned me with two fingers, "Come here, please." I trembled. With shaking legs, I pushed back my seat and walked towards Lars. Peter and Joey gave a small cheer. If only they knew. Lars stood as I reached him and placed a comforting, and stabilising, arm around my waist. The faces at the table smiled at us as we stood side by side. None of them knew what was coming. Neither did we. "Gavin, thank you for those kind words. I love you all so much and I am always happy to see you. But I have something to tell you, and you may not want to see me once you hear this. You may not want to see us." Lars tightened his grip and looked down at me. I tilted my head to him and braced myself against his body. The smiles around us faded into confusion. "I don't know how to put this. It's been going around in my head since last night, so I will just say what needs to be said. Jack, please forgive me. Forgive us both. Liana and I, we...Liana will not be leaving with you tomorrow. She will be staying here with me." Blankness showed on all faces but Jack's. His eyes narrowed in on us. Reality slapped me in the face, making tears spring from my eyes with out warning. "Jack," I whispered, "Jack, I'm so sorry. Please don't hate me. Don't hate him." "Wait, what the hell are you saying?" Joey threw his hands down on the table dramatically. Jack's eyes never left us, burning with anger. And rightly so. "He fucked her." A wave of nausea passed through me. "Please don't disrespect her like that." Lars pleaded. "She's a whore." Jack spat on the table. Hours before, Lars had given me the same title, only now it didn't give me the same thrill. Now it made me want to disappear. "Do not use that word. Do not speak that way about her." Lars' voice vibrated through the room. "What do you want me to call her instead? Mother?" Jack yelled back, standing violently and punching the table. "Jack, shut up!" Joey shouted him down. "Dad, what the fuck?" Lars spoke softly once more. "All I can do is say that I am sorry for hurting anyone." Jack scoffed. "But," Lars continued, "We also can't deny what we feel. What would you rather we do?" "I don't know dad, how about you don't fuck my girlfriend? And you," Jack rounded on me, "what the fuck is wrong with you? I didn't know you had unresolved daddy issues." The room had gone dead silent, as if everyone was in contemplation about what Jack had said. Suddenly, I was some messed up young girl who routinely fucked old men It felt like Jack had cut me off at the knees. Squeezing harder into Lars was the only thing I could do to not sink to the floor. His comforting scent was what gave me strength, he held me up. "I think it's nice." A quiet voice spoke up. I looked around to see Sarah smiling faintly. 'It's not perfect by any means, but if you love each other, then there's not anything anyone can do." I lifted my head and met Lars' searching gaze. He didn't need to say a word for me to understand, but he did anyway. Speaking to Sarah but with out breaking our eye contact, Lars' warm voice worked it's way through me. "I do love her." I didn't make the choice to move towards him, but a magnet pulled me to Lars. His free hand reached up to caress the side of my face as he bent down and kissed me swiftly but tenderly. The room spun around me. Lars had just confessed his love for me, and in front of the whole family. He had succeeded, once again, at leaving me completely breathless. "This is a joke. This is a fucking sick joke." Jack slammed his fist on the table once more and stormed out of the room. I braced myself, waiting for more yelling to come from Lars' children, but nothing came. Joey sat cradling his head in his hands. "Dad, I really hope you know what you're doing, because you have really fucked this up." Gavin stared blankly at us. "Gavin, please, I'm 52 years old-" "Exactly, and how old is she?" Gavin cut his father off. I shrunk to about 3 inches. I had never felt so humiliated. "We are both old enough to know what we want. We did the wrong thing, we both know this, but we want it out in the open. We aren't asking for forgiveness, but maybe a little understanding." Peter spoke for the first time, keeping a tight hold on Joey's hand. "I understand, and Joey does too, even if he's not saying it now. We both know what it's like to be told that we are wrong in love, that our relationship hurts other people. There would be more to apologise for if you had kept up this...is it an affair if it's only one night?" "Thank you Peter. It means a lot to me." I drew a rattling, shaking breath of relief. Joey's mouth was pressed into a thin line and he shrugged his shoulders helplessly. "He's right. I love you, dad. But like Jack said, just don't make us call her 'mum', ok?" With just that, Joey broke the tension that had settled over the table. Those of us left couldn't help but laugh, and it made me wonder what Jack was thinking about the sounds that would be filtering up to his room. Once the pressure had been let out, it didn't need to spoken that we all needed to rest. Only quiet "goodnights" were said and then Lars and I were alone at the table. The moment the last bedroom door clicked shut, Lars gathered me in his arms and claimed my mouth in a desperate and hungry kiss. "We made it, Liana, we made it. You're amazing. I love you." Lars growled through heavy breath. "Let's go to bed. I need you." "You're going to have me, but we aren't going anywhere." Lars grabbed my ass and lifted my hips to sit me on the edge of the table. He hooked his hands under my knees and spread my legs to make room for his body. He bit down on his bottom lip, fire burning hot in his eyes. I whimpered under his glare, something in the way his adam's apple moved when he swallowed hard shot a dark heat right through me. I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him towards me. With a burning need, I licked from the base of his throat, the saltiness of his skin caught in his chest hair. I grazed my teeth over his adam's apple and followed it with a soft lick. Lars' hardened with animal energy but also softened under my hands. Feeling his body becoming completely mine to control was powerful. "Enough." Lars' grunted as he reached between his legs to loosen his trousers. He reached under my dress, roughly pulled aside my panties and entered me with out any resistance. I arched my back, pressing my body against his and taking him deeper inside me. Our clothing, already damp with sweat, became hotter and more unbearable with the heat of our writhing bodies. We clutched fiercely at one another as we tried to get our fill. The remaining table-wear rattled softly with each thrust, a delicate orchestra to our intense flame. When I threw my head back in an attempt to draw a cool breath, Lars reached for the neckline of my dress with one hand and pulled it down to free my breasts for his attentions. The cotton tore easily, but as quickly as that thought entered my mind, it was gone again as he cupped my freed globe and pulled hard at the exposed nipple. It sent a shock wave through my body that sent me over the edge. I tightened around Lars, milking and coxing his own release from him, and I was rewarded with hard and close thrusts as he came inside me, his breath thick and heavy through his recovery. He led a trail of warm, desperate kisses down my neck that lead to my exposed breast. Lars took my nipple into his mouth and a tsunami of sensation swept over me: the softness of his breath on my skin, the sharpness of his teeth around my nipple, his hot tongue flicking my sensitive bud, and intense relief that the worst was behind us. "Come on," Lars whispered, brushing his lips against my puckered flesh as he spoke, "Let's go to bed. Our bed." He helped me up on to my unsteady legs and kept his arm around me until we collapsed into his bed. The smell of Lars, something unmistakably and unashamedly male, pervaded the sheets. I stretched out on the bed and wrapped the sheets around me as my body contracted in satisfaction. Lars scooped me up from behind, leaving me in a cocoon of him. Lars' sweet whisper in my ear was the last thing I remember before fading out. "Sleep well, Angel. Tomorrow we start at the beginning."