2 comments/  11513 views/  2 favorites

Sensual Persuasion Ch. 01

By: haremhottie678



Cameron 

A strong arm wrapped around my waist in a purely possessive manner, tugging me in the direction of a hard, definitely masculine body. My breath stilled in anticipation, waiting and wondering what he might do. I felt the heat emanating off of him in waves and I could tell he wanted me. 

"I can make you forget everything," he drawled in a seductive voice that made my heart flutter at a million paces per minute. My temperature was shooting through the roof and suddenly my top felt too tight on my breasts. We were outside and anyone noticing us from a distance would think we were a cute couple or something, but mother of god, I wanted him so much more. 

"I can make you forget your name. I can make you forget everything except the person—" He slowly slid his hand up my bare leg and traced a sensuous pattern of erotic delight on the inner side of my thigh. I could feel electric bolts shoot out every which way and all I could think of was his hands roaming all over my body touching the places I wanted to be touched. "—who can make you orgasm like no other." 

I actually shivered and my knees felt weak. His voice became hoarse with want and desire. He wanted me and badly. His other hand slowly snaked up my top and he spanned his fingers to feel the heat of my toned, tanned stomach. 

I knew all I had to do was edge him on, give him permission to touch me anyway he wanted. All I had to do was just say the word. 

"Prove it." 

I couldn't explain what had happened after that, except that before I even had a chance to make my way into the house, he pulled me hard and slammed the door behind me. In one swift move, he lifted me up and I wrapped my long legs around his waist and pressed my inner core against his stomach. My chest felt heavy and he slammed me against the door behind me, until I felt the solid wood behind my back. A shot of pain crawled up my spine, but it was quickly forgotten as his lips met mine in an implacable, hard manner, molding to my own. He kissed me, dueling with my tongue. I pressed myself tighter against him, (as if that was even possible), and he continued to roam his hands everywhere, eager to discard the barrier between us. 

I could feel my body turn to jelly. I pressed his face closer to mine and kissed him just as ferociously. It was a play of his hands all over my body with his tongue warring with mine. He swept my mouth everywhere and soon the fiery kiss turned to one of domination. He didn't ask. He plundered my mouth and took everything. He kissed intoxicatingly and I was drugged out of my mind. My body shook with the force of his need and all I wanted was to be possessed by him. I wanted him inside me, to fill me. I got hot just thinking about it. I was breathing hard as he tore his mouth away from mine and began to plunder kisses all along the column of my slender neck, teasing and nipping. It trailed a hot path as my breasts were pushing up against his very male torso. 

"You know you want this," he said arrogantly. His voice going oddly husky and every pure feminine instinct told me he wanted this as much as I did. 

I couldn't speak. I was so out of my mind, as he began to massage my breasts. His hard, thick member pressed against my tight feminine channel, ready to cum inside me. I wanted him. I wanted him now. 

Quickly he carried me to the couch and placed me on it and settled on top of me. He took off his shirt and before I knew it he quickly divested himself of the rest of his clothes leaving him stark naked and gloriously male. 

It didn't take long for him to rip my own clothes off until it was in a piled heap on the floor. He began kissing me, his lips massaging once more my own and I quickly responded. My legs wrapped of their own accord around his waist and pulled him closer to me. He began kissing me voraciously once more. It was almost animalistic. It was as if we couldn't get enough of each other. His arm wrapped around my small waist to pull me closer to him and I did the same, snaking my arm around his neck. I knew my lips were going to be bruised from his kisses but I didn't care. I wanted this. I wanted him. I pulled him closer until we were almost done. I seductively rubbed my body against his in anticipation. 

"Do you know what I want?" he said huskily. His hair was mused everywhere and his body was giving off so much heat, I was sure I was going to melt at any moment. "I want to be inside you right now." 

I moaned in ecstasy and I began to arch off the sofa. He began kissing me down my neck until his mouth began to suckle on my breasts. My nipples grew erect and I could feel him massaging my other breast. Ecstasy shot through me and I threw my head back in the pure feeling of it. Sensation shot through me like a drug and I wanted him to continue. I wanted him to touch me until I burned bright. He groaned and I did the same in pleasure. My clitoris thrummed in anticipation. I wanted him to touch me there.

I wanted his caress to ease the ache that was growing within me. I had no idea I could feel this hot. I stuffed my hand through his hair and pulled him closer to my breast so he could suckle all of it. He licked and kissed my breasts until I was arching in a rhythm toward his mouth. I was moaning and crying for more. He was driving me mad, to a heightened anticipation of falling over a precipice of sorts. There was an urgency to both our movements and at this moment, all rational thought fled as primal instinct took over. 

As if he read my mind, "I can make you burn hotter. You'll be so hot that you can't even think." 

Then the next thing I knew, his fingers probed inside me. I moaned and sighed in pleasure, as he constantly asked me what I wanted. How could I answer, if I was barely aware of my own movements or thoughts? I wanted him to continue or else I'd felt like dying if he stopped. 

"I want this. I want you to touch me," I moaned breathily. My voice was husky with desire and I wanted him to continue. 

"Where?" he asked again, withholding those dexterous fingers of his purposely torturing me into submission. 

"There!" I moaned. "Don't stop, please!" I begged. 

"Show me," he commanded. His voice had gone husky. He lifted himself up. "Touch yourself. Show me where you want to be touched." 

I showed him. Out of nowhere I felt inhibited and I guided my hand down the slopes of my breasts, down the length of my toned abdomen and touched myself there easing the ache and the fire spiraling at the pit of my stomach. I could feel myself getting wetter and I unabashedly glanced down at his erect cock. 

"You like what you see?" he grinned. 

I could only nod. My mouth had gone dry. I wanted it inside me. I needed him, now. 

Then unexpectedly, his fingers delved within the deep folds of my womanhood. They were probing and I couldn't help but arch even more and moan for more. I was begging. I began to rock against his fingers, arching to meet his hand as they continuously probed the inside. I could feel not one, not two but three fingers inside me stretching me as far as I was willing to open to him, all the while he planted kisses on my breasts which were sensitive to the torment of his tongue swirling on my erect nipples. 

"Come apart for me," he said huskily, demanding. "You know you want this. You're too sensual of a creature to not want this. You have no idea what you're doing to me." His voice was raspy. I arched up into his hand wanting this.... wanting more...

"Tell me you want this," he said. 

I didn't respond. I was so lost in the sensation he was making me feel that I couldn't respond. His other hand roamed my body everywhere while he was wreaking havoc on the one place where I wanted him to enter. The one place he was refusing to enter until I submitted to him. 

Suddenly, he massaged my clitoris and I was burning from pleasure. I couldn't take it anymore. He asked in a startlingly hot, seductive voice, "Tell me you want more of this. Tell me what you want." 

I couldn't help it. I nodded. 

"Good, because I'm going to make you scream and come." 

And he did. He continued torturing me, until I was screaming for more and I gave into my release. 

"Yes! Yes! Oh god! Yes!" I yelled as I thrashed my head side to side, gripping the sides of the couch that now smelled of our lovemaking. God this was pure animal sex and I wanted more of it. If he could make me come apart just with his fingers inside of me, plunging into me repeatedly and deeply, I began to imagine what kind of pleasure he would give me if his cock were impaled inside me. 

Oh god, I got wetter just thinking about it. 

"Cameron," He said hoarsely, like he was trying to maintain all control before he lost it. He glanced up at me with his intense blue-green eyes. His eyes were darkened with desire and suddenly he smiled mischievously. 

"Please, don't stop!" I said. I was really begging now. How pathetic could I sound? 

Oh my god.

I didn't have time to react, before he replaced his fingers with his mouth. 

I screamed even louder. My back arched higher until my breasts, erect and covered in his delicious kisses, were high in the air. His tongue darted everywhere and hit every channel of my inner core. He was licking, sucking, drawing every last thing from me, while I thrashed and bucked. Mounting pleasure began to grow to an apex as the pressure of his mouth increased. He placed a strong, muscular arm down on my toned stomach to keep me down, forcing me to experience the savoring of his mouth as he feasted on me like a delicious meal, devouring me. 

I screamed all the while I heard him through my muffled yelling telling me to scream louder for him. "Yes! Please! Aahhhhh......yes, just don't stop!" 

I moaned even louder and I began to thrash even more violently as he licked everything from me. I plunged my hands through his hair, undulating my wet heat against his mouth, impatient to get to where I wanted to, falling over the cliff into a mind-blowing orgasm. Why was he not giving it to me? Did he want me to beg? 

Of course, it was not to be, as I quickly realized, when something hard hit me in the head, drawing me out of my hazy dream. 

"Son of a—" I said, as the alarm clock fell on top of my head. That hurt. 

I sat up, massaging the ache in my head and raked a hand through my long, glossy brown locks. I had never had a sexual dream before, nor did I ever care to have one, but this one felt totally real. I could feel his sensual caresses all along my body and his kisses searing his brand on me. I could still feel the aching heat between my legs and my heart pacing at about a hummingbird's pace. I could still imagine his mouth where I wanted his cock to be, darting his tongue inside me. Liquid heat immediately pooled there and I fought the urge to alleviate the pain I was feeling of not being touched there. 

"Jesus, Cameron, you're losing it," I said, as I climbed out of bed. I trekked into the bathroom and glanced at my reflection. My silky, long hair was all mused up and a slight sheen of sweat glistened my bronze-tanned complexion. I looked like I had had the best sex of my life even though it had just been a dream. My breasts seemed more swollen and slightly bigger. It ached as well. I didn't even want to think about the throbbing of my pussy. How easy it would be to slip into bed once more and slide my hand down there....

Suddenly, my phone vibrated. The sound of Snoop Dog's Sexual Eruption echoed in the bathroom. How appropriate, I thought wryly. 

I quickly picked it up, not bothering to check caller ID. "Hello?" Ew. Was that my voice? It sounded husky, like I wanted to fuck. 

"Good morning to you too," Hailey called. 

"Yeah, hi," I said. "What is it?" 

"More like, where's your ass this morning?" Hailey said. Hailey was one of the coolest chicks at Rorington—the elite prep high school that anyone who was somebody's child went to in Massachusetts. Both my parents were noted doctors. One was a neurologist and the other was an immunologist. Money spoke volumes at Rorington. We weren't exactly as well off as some of the other hotel magnates, billionaire CEO's, or politicians, but I still managed to be acceptable amongst the crowd. Elitism was rampant there and it was hard to escape that mentality when students there roamed around like they were entitled. 

Hailey, on the other hand, had a mother who was the head of one of the largest modeling agencies in the world, (her own of course), and a father who was an ambassador for the UN. Hailey had a reputation as a total bad ass, which was pretty understandable given her parent's occupation and strict mannerisms. It was, I suppose nice to let loose once in a while and break a few rules. However, one of the rare things that caught my attention was her height. Although she wasn't as tall as my own five foot eleven height, she was just about an inch or two shorter than me, though no one could really tell. From far away she was just as tall. (I had a slight obsession about height, but considering Hailey's mother and her vision for perfection in the modeling industry, Hailey's mother always took the time to point it out to her guests about how tall her daughter was at a banquet or charity gala and the like). 

"Yeah, I kind of got up late," I said, in between brushing my teeth and combing my longish, sleek hair. It's not as easy as it looks, considering my side bangs kept getting in the way. I had recently gotten a haircut, (which I completely regret now), since it was doing me more harm than good. My hair cascaded past my breasts, and I had a noticeable layer just below my chin, that angled down with the rest of my straight, waist-length hair. My side bangs too were made sleek and parted to the right to angle down nicely. 

Once I was finished inside the bathroom, I headed towards my closet and donned on my school uniform. Our school had a strict dress code, there attempt at leveling everyone on the same playing field. They had a theory that the only way the students would stand out now—apart from the way they dressed since everybody dressed alike—were their accomplishments, whether it ranged from academics to sports. They had forgotten however, that it was no longer what we wore that mattered, but also our names and our fame. Regardless, of what we wore, there were still groups in which old-money families socialized in the same circles as billionaire children, and children born from oil-magnate families associated with royalty but not with those of regular commoners such as children of wealthy doctors or lawyers or businesses. This was because they usually serviced those of royalty or those who could afford them anyway. It was all complicated, but it didn't necessarily matter to me considering the fact that I didn't come to Rorington to socialize with them. I simply came to kick ass in lacrosse and land my ass in an Ivy-League college. Next stop: Harvard.

Yeah, I know it was a bit of a stretch, but I was determined to make it. Besides, the Ivys' were always falling over their own feet just to impress anybody who went to Rorington. Having connections to the Alumnae at the high school was of major help too. 

I heard Hailey laugh through the phone as I was buttoning up my white, Ralph Lauren, button down school uniform. I cradled the phone between my ear and my shoulder and folded the sleeves so they rested just above the elbow. I slipped on my plaid skirt, which in comparison to my height, looked way shorter than it should be, and quickly donned on my black, calf-length socks. 

"Guess who decided to show up again at Rorington?" Hailey asked. I could hear a muffle of voices in the background. Was she at school already? 

"Who?" I asked uninterestedly. I searched frantically for my tie and found it hanging on my closet door. I quickly fastened it on. School regulations said that we had to have it tie up all the way, but I didn't. Like Hailey, I left a couple of buttons on my button-down shirt open and my tie loose. I didn't need to be choked in this weather. It was hot as hell. 

I dressed quickly and headed downstairs. I was out the door, before I had a chance to say anything to my parents. Knowing them, they were probably at the hospital or at some pharmaceutical company by now, observing experimental treatments. 

"Luke's back," Hailey said, surprising me. The name conjured up something. "He, in all his glory." A tinge of sarcasm hit her tone. 

"What do you mean, he's back? Wasn't he expelled last year?" I asked her confused. 

"Yeah, but no one knows why either. He just appeared in his Lamborghini Gallarado," Hailey said. "I think I'm going to puke." 

"Why?" I asked her. 

"Because, the hounds are already pouncing on him and returning docilely by his side," Hailey said. 

I laughed and hung up the phone muttering a quick goodbye to her. The hounds were another nickname for the small group of girls who always stuck around each other; Lindsey, Natasha, Chelsea and Victoria. There were mainly four and these four were about the hottest girls in the entire school. Both Chelsea and Lindsey were models and Natasha and Victoria once did a cover together on Maxim magazine. The ringleader of course was Lindsey and for a time she had been Luke's girlfriend, before things had gone sour and she dumped him for Nathan.

Luke had been expelled two years ago during his sophomore year and no one for the longest time had any idea why, so it came as a surprise that Luke was coming back this year, no doubt thanks to his parent's money. 

I didn't live far from school, which was why I was walking, frustratingly tugging down the length of my skirt to keep out the chill that blew in. It was of no avail, since it kept riding back up anyway to rest above mid-thigh. Whatever, I couldn't help it. 

Hailey stood in the parking lot, her long, blonde hair tied in one long messy ponytail emphasizing the angles of her face and her exotic silver-gray eyes. She had white-peach colored skin and she stood with her hips on her hand and her Calvin Klein tote bag on her shoulder. 

"What are you looking at?" I asked her as I stood beside her. I hitched my own Tommy Hilfiger Tote bag higher on my shoulder and followed her gaze. "Oh." 

I spotted Luke and a couple of other guys and Lindsey hanging about him. Natasha gave him a hug that clearly meant a lot more than a simple welcome back and Victoria began flirting with Nathan. 

"Doesn't that just make you sick?" Hailey said, as she took a sip of her Aquafina, citrus-flavored water. "They're all acting like he just got back from Iraq or something." 

I didn't bother to comment on that, as I was too preoccupied with my earlier dream and what it meant to focus on what she said. My eyes however drifted back to the group as I began to observe them in their natural habitat. 

I watched for a few more seconds as Luke began to catch up with some of his old friends. For a brief moment, I could've sworn he glanced at me, but I supposed it was just a trick of the sun, for in the next second, he was eyeing up Natasha's tits.

From last I had seen of Luke, he had grown taller. He was much taller than I was, standing at about a good six feet five or so. He had amazingly broad shoulders and a muscle-corded body that clearly showed he was no stranger to any sort of sport. He too played lacrosse and basketball, similarly like me. Rumor had it that he left because Duke had recruited him for their basketball program. However, that was quickly dismissed as there was no way in hell Duke was eyeing him up during sophomore year. 

"I wonder why Luke came back though," Hailey mused. She tilted her head slightly as if she was pondering some profound question. 

"Does it matter?" I asked her. His reappearance at the school was already causing a buzz of flurry about his arrival as I spotted groups of people whispering amongst themselves. Apart from the usual female attention Luke got, his general presence was also somewhat interesting to note. "Doesn't it just want to make you know why he got expelled in the first place?" Hailey asked. Hailey had an insatiable curiosity. She was an expert in getting under people's skin. So it didn't come as much of a surprise to find that Hailey was now suddenly just as interested in Luke's comeback as Lindsey and the other girls who were rekindling their friendship with him. 


Sensual Persuasion Ch. 02



Chapter 2, Luke's Lotus

Cameron's Point of View:

"Cameron!" 

I gathered my books in hand and carried it in my tote bag. I slung it over my shoulder, closed my locker and turned in the direction of the oddly familiar voice. Hailey was briskly walking down the hallway with a white envelope in her hand. She flung it around in front of my face and a few onlookers looked curiously at her display of effusiveness. 

"Guess what I have?" Hailey said, as she held out the envelope. Her blonde hair cascaded over her shoulder in a shimmering waterfall of gold. Her eyes shown bright and alight with the prospect of me opening the envelope, which I did as I pulled out the card inside.

I read the neat, black calligraphy and on it was Lindsey's address, phone number to RSVP and the date of her party at her large manor-size home. Inside, was my name informing me that I was officially invited to her party. 

"Wonderful," I said through gritted teeth. 

"Are you going?" Hailey asked, no doubt realizing the enthusiasm in my voice. There wasn't much to go by, so it didn't take a genius like Hailey to figure out that I wasn't all that excited. "I hear it's suppose to be like Lindsey's biggest party, you know being senior year and all." 

I wasn't paying much attention to Hailey as my thoughts centered around Luke. My heart was pulsing fast just thinking about him. He had the body that made an athlete jealous and his arms were corded with lean muscle, like no doubt the rest of him. It almost took all I had to ignore him, which was hard considering what I was imaging what those long slender fingers of his would be doing to me if I had given him the go ahead. His blatant sexual charm was no doubt used for one thing, to persuade me to somehow give in to him and eventually his sexual demands, which I found suddenly as my breasts grew heavy that I wanted to. More than wanted to. I needed to. My mouth had even gone dry at how much I wanted him. 

"Cameron?" Hailey asked.

"Uh, yeah," I said bringing my head around to Hailey. 

Hailey grinned. "You're thinking about Luke aren't you?"

"No," I lied indifferently. 

She scrutinized me with her gray eyes and I had to dodge them. They were pretty exotic for someone who had thick, luscious dark auburn hair cascading over her shoulder. She was clearly model gorgeous and it was just way too insulting to think she even ranked amongst the average-looking girls at the school. 

Ha, that was a laugh. Every girl here was good enough to be on the cover of Vogue. 

In all actuality that sounded clichéd, I knew, but it was unfortunately and disturbingly true, which doesn't really hype me up about my own appearance. 

"Yes you are," Hailey said, as she leaned her shoulder against the locker beside me. Her low-top Valentino shirt, displayed her ample cleavage and her tight jeans, outlined her tennis-toned legs. "You're thinking about him, but so is every other girl at this school. Are you going to sleep him at the party? He seems interested in you too." 

Great, just what I needed a consult. 

"No, I don't plan to sleep with him," I said, but lacking the conviction in my voice made me think twice. What was wrong with sleeping with him? It wasn't like he would be interested in anything more, which made it seem like the perfect way to get the itch out of my system. Thinking about Luke was not good. Sleeping with him? Would that be a possibility?  

I didn't have time to say anything more as suddenly Luke approached out of nowhere. "Hey," Luke said, side glancing toward Hailey who gave me a look once before making her departure, unfortunately leaving me alone with him.

Luke focused his attention on me and smiled a devastating smile that wreaked havoc on my good senses. I could feel my body flare up in flames as a current of electricity passed between us and I could tell Luke felt the same as his suddenly charming expression fell away to a more desire-filled, almost hungry one. His eyes darkened a fraction and his biceps tensed slightly. My lips parted almost in a silent plea wanting a taste of something, but unsure of what it was. 

I glanced at him, before completely ignoring him and walking right around him. All I wanted was to tear those clothes off him, slam him against the locker, and roam my hands everywhere touching every part of him, kissing every until....

Yeah, no. 

My reaction to him was apparently so strong that I flinched away. I couldn't understand the overwhelming urge to 

Unexpectedly he grabbed my arm and swung me around until I was facing him again. His touch sent a shiver down my entire body and my lower stomach clenched tightly, while for some odd reason I could feel myself getting wet between the apex of my smooth tennis-toned thighs. What the hell? Since when was I so horny for Luke? 

Luke apparently felt it too and his grip tightened fractionally. He pulled me closer until we were only inches apart. His set jaw was firm as if he was restraining himself. Up close, he seemed so much taller in person just about a couple of inches taller than me and I could definitely feel my nipples go hard as pebbles in reaction to his proximity. I edged away slightly exhilarated and slightly repulsed by my strange yet alarming reaction to him. His potent masculinity made me realize all the more my sudden desire to rip that shirt off him and roam my hands amongst all that corded muscle underneath I knew he had. I wanted to make him shiver, roam my hands down his smooth bronze expanse of streamlined muscle and sinew tapering down to a taut, flat abdomen down to the throbbing core of the one place that begged for my touch. 

"What is it?" I asked Luke in a voice I could hardly recognize was my own, as the stream of my thoughts were halted as reality grounded me.

Luke laughed a husky laugh from the bottom of his throat. It was deep and sensual and I could feel myself drawing toward him. He glanced to his left, acknowledging Steven or some enormously big guy who played on the football team and an arm dangled around a blonde cheerleader. I traveled the path of Luke's gaze to see him mouthing, "I'm getting some." 

I scowled. 

Luke caught me and turned his head. "Hey it is a party after all." 

"What is? Lindsey's party?" I asked. All ready rumors of Lindsey's party were traveling fast and even Hailey was getting swept up in all the excitement and the buzz of it. 

"Yeah," Luke said casually.

"What do you want?" I asked getting to the point. 

"I was going to ask..." Luke stopped for a moment as his eyes took on a darker hue. I could feel the heat just coming off of him in waves engulfing me and all I wanted was to get closer to him. I wanted to slid my body down his, feeling the contours of his masculine, hard one, feel the length of him pulsing inside me until I....

What was wrong with me? This was Luke we were talking about.

Suddenly, Luke broke off and abruptly went off in a random direction. I stood stock still wondering why my breathing was turning into panting and my heart beat accelerating at a million miles per second. All the erotic images of him were slowly passing through my head. I began walking, but was unaware of in what direction, until I cleared my head. This was so wrong. 

I rushed outside, forced to face the sunlight and the masses of people who got together in the school parking lots waiting for their chauffeured Bentleys' and their Lamborghinis'. Crowds of people ranging from the Latinos on one side to mixes and groups of cheerleaders and jocks, were congregating discussing what they were going to do this afternoon before Lindsey's party, while the guys discussed, (not so discreetly of course) who they were hitting up tonight. The stoners and the skaters gossiped amongst themselves about crashing Lindsey's party while the emotionally depressed sat around by the large, disturbingly tall oak tree all huddled together with their heads down or threw surly looks towards those who actually appeared to have a life.

Luke was nowhere in sight, which thankfully was good. Lindsey, Victoria, Natasha and 

I walked hastily, determined to avoid the glances from Lindsey who I knew was glancing at me warily. I glanced next to Lindsey only to spot Victoria oddly rubbing herself against James, the Varsity Football Captain, clinging to his hand tightly. 

Ew. I didn't need to see that. 

I tried calling Hailey to see where she had gone, but I couldn't get in contact with her. I was starting to feel oddly self-conscious with the surreptitious glares I was getting from Lindsey. What kind of grudge did she have against me? I couldn't quite tell. Whatever it was I was pretty damn sure it had something to do with freaking Luke. 

Great, just who I wanted to think about. 

My reaction to him was clearly illogical and irrational. Great, I got that Luke is a walking sex god, but there was no way his presence was enough to make me suddenly lose my power to think or clearly alter the homeostasis in my body. I mean, is it physically possible to be still walking around on two feet, while my heart was beating at a million miles per minute or while my temperature was sky rocketing? 

I quickly dismissed the thought of him from my head and began walking out of the parking lot, only to be abruptly halted by a black lotus. 

A lotus? 

The students milling about glanced curiously in my direction then at the car and flitted in between. I swallowed and gave whoever was in the driver's seat a puzzled look, (although there wasn't much to look at considering the windows were completely tinted dark) and I managed to suppress a groan of aggravation when the window rolled down to reveal the one person—who just minutes ago—I wanted to avoid. 

"Cameron," he called. His voice sounded husky, almost like an invitation. It was so enticing and hot, that I couldn't help but even respond to him with my eyes trained on his chiseled face and set jaw, to his amazingly intense blue-green eyes. 

I could feel my body reacting too. My temperature rose startlingly and my heart was pounding fast. I had lost all feeling in my legs, for some odd reason and it seemed like my body was acting mechanically on its own. 

"What?" I responded slightly on edge. "Come to further harass me?" 

"No," Luke said. His smile turned mischievously and his eyes hinted at a joke. "Unless you want me to. I can think of a couple of different ways to harass you." 

I chuckled a laugh and found to my irritation that what he had said made my heart beat faster. I didn't miss the sexual innuendo, which meant that whatever he had felt back in the hallway he was aware of. I got even more annoyed knowing that he knew that I was aware of it as well; otherwise he wouldn't have come outright with the sexual teases. I knew that Luke wasn't the type of guy who spared any sort of attention to a female unless he was sentient to the fact that he could get something out of it. The fact that he knows of the slight, unexpected jolt of attraction that had passed between us earlier, didn't settle well with me, because I had a gut–instinct feeling that he would use it to his advantage to get whatever he wanted out of me. It was almost like a game and he had the upper hand at the moment. However, I didn't credit Luke as smart enough to manipulate all this into some sort of sick playtime amusement. I was probably over thinking anyway. Hailey used to complain about that. She usually told me to just fuck the consequences and go for it. (I had rhetorically responded as to where that sort of mentality had gotten her in life. She didn't answer, which was just what I was expecting, since she really didn't have the right to talk). 

I glanced at Luke, who was still sitting in his car. I decided to be inquisitive. "Is that how you get your laughs for the day? Don't you have better things to do?"

"Yeah, probably," Luke said casually. "But why? Does it bother you?" 

"People are staring," I said. 

"Let them," Luke responded. "Besides, I welcome their attention. I have a hot ass ride anyway." 

Luke turned the engine off his lotus off and got out of the car. He stood up and closed the door and leaned back against it. He almost looked like he was posing, but it seemed too natural. He was outfitted in a black, short-sleeved shirt that molded well to his well-toned torso and showed off his biceps well, and a pair of simple dark jeans that rested comfortably on him. His feet donned on a pair of white Nike's. "Nice, isn't it?" 

"I don't really care to be honest," I said.

"Want a ride?" Luke asked giving me a grin. I glanced away from him for a second, suddenly reminded of how the devil must've tempted Eve to eat from the tree of knowledge. Huh, strange. Why did Luke's grin remind me of that? 

"No, unless I'm the one driving it," I responded hotly, as I turned back to him. He did have a damn-looking good car. Even I was slightly jealous. 

"Not going to happen. I don't let anyone just drive this baby. She's mine," Luke said, as he caressed the exterior of his car. His long fingers slid sensually as he rubbed against the car and the look of admiration in his eyes was something I had never seen before. I began to wonder what he could do with those hands of his if he slid them along my own naked flesh...

"Why'd you come back?" I asked unexpectedly. Wow, that was out of the blue. Unfortunately that was the only thing I could think of, as I quickly dismissed the dirty thoughts from my head. Besides, this was something I could genuinely wonder about, rather than how he was when it came to sex. 

Luke turned his attention from the lotus to me. His expression turned hard and said, "It's not really that important." 

He was hiding something. The evasiveness in his tone was evident. "Okay, why'd you leave then?" 

Luke's earlier countenance shattered as he laughed a deep-throat laugh and said, "Don't you hear the rumors this place has conjured up to explain my hasty departure from this hellhole?"

"No. You and I both know that most of them aren't true anyway," I said. "So why did you leave?" 

"I'll tell you if you let me drive you," Luke said in a seductive tone. It sounded, again like an invitation to something sinful and at the same exhilarating, like the jittery, butterfly feeling right before someone plunged off of a cliff. I was starting to see why girls found it hard to say no to him. I just hoped that I had enough resolve to remain aloof when it came to him, to avoid driving myself to make my dirty thoughts into reality. If the dream I had this morning had anything to do with this, I was in serious trouble.

"So how about it?" Luke asked. 

"What?" I asked a bit dazedly. 

"A ride?" Luke said. "You know you want to." 

I glanced at his car, then to him, then to those around us who were staring. I found to my dismay Lindsey frowning in our direction, while Victoria and Natasha were beginning to notice. I didn't have lacrosse practice until later and I had changed out of the uniform, school-required skirt, into a pair of jeans, which had holes where my knees are, and emphasized my lacrosse-toned legs. It had gotten so hot in the school that I had to loosen my tie and unbutton three of the buttons, until an expanse of bronze-tanned skin was exposed. 

I glanced at Luke and as he scrutinized me, I looked uneasily away hoping he didn't recognize how I was weighing the pros and cons of getting a ride from him. It was just a ride I knew after all, but I began to wonder, what would happen if something more 

Did I want it too? Most likely, yeah, but should I? Was it right? I wanted it too so badly. I wanted to feel those hard shoulders of his as he held me tight and kissed me like I was the only female on the planet and he the only sexually starved male with a usually healthy appetite for our more evolutionary baser instincts. I wanted to slide my hands everywhere. I wanted to rake them through his hair, hear him groan with satisfaction and pleasure as I nibbled and planted teasing kisses on his ears. I wanted to roam my hands up those muscular thighs, pull that shirt off of him and feel the skin-on-skin contact. I wanted to slide my hands down his chest, lower and lower until I reached the hardness of him. However, was I willing to throw caution to the wind and just go for it? Would it even happen? And why the hell did I care? Do I care, because I wanted it to happen or because being in the same car with him, alone would strip away my reticence, throw out all rational thinking and just jump him in the back seat of his car? 

I chuckled a small laugh and decided to in the end to follow Hailey's advice. Whatever happened happened. I shouldn't have to worry about every little damn thing. With that in mind, I had made up my mind. Just fuck the consequences and go for it.



Sensual Persuasion Ch. 03



Chapter 3, Lindsey's Indifference 

Lindsey's View

"Who the fuck is that?" Natasha asked me. I stood fuming in anger. I had broken up with Luke long before, so why did it bother me that suddenly he's on to some other bitch? 

"Lindsey?" Natasha asked me curiously. 

I watched as Luke conversed intimately with Cameron as if they knew each other. I saw the way he lured her into the car and I was more than aggravated. I tapped the tip of my new Louis Vuitton boots against the hard cement and was tempted to strip away the ridiculous Ralph Lauren cashmere sweater that I had changed into. The school uniform was such a cruel punishment. What the hell kind of institution would force us to wear uniforms when our parents were paying top-notch dollars for us to even get admitted? It was too hot in this weather. I threw a glance at Victoria who was preoccupied with James. 

Suddenly a heavy arm draped across my shoulder. I turned to my left and spotted one of Luke's closest friends, Thompson with one of his lascivious grins plastered on his face. 

"Don't look at me like that," I responded icily, without so much as a glance. His gaze quickly traveled from my bare thighs that were exposed deliciously by my Calvin Klein denim, mini-skirt, to my face.

He laughed and whispered in my ear, "Can't help it. I'm a red-blooded, Italian male. What did you expect?" 

I rolled my eyes and shrugged out of his half-embrace. About half the parking lot had glanced toward the direction of where the two were and embarrassingly, Thompson had followed the line of my gaze. He smirked and said, "Luke's already doing work." He turned to me and said, "Why, you look jealous." 

"I'm not jealous," I responded. "I'm curious." 

Thompson laughed. He was such an ass and he hardly took anything seriously. His only commitment was to girls and soccer and it grated on my nerves that a guy like him could so easily detect even the smallest of emotion that I effortlessly learned to conceal. When you have rich-ass parents who were way deep in the corporate world and bent on monopolizing their industries in practically every country, showing emotion was something you could not afford to let your opponent see. However, Thompson always had a way of seeing things that other people missed. I didn't like it, which was part of the reason why I detested him so. 

"Curious about Cameron?" Thompson said. "I wouldn't blame Luke for going after her. She is hot."

"You think every girl is hot," I responded. "You don't need any excuse to do anything with a vagina do you?" 

Thompson gave me a grin and James and the other guys standing around gave him knowing looks. I rolled my eyes. It gave no doubt that the exchange of looks indicated that they shared the same mentality. 

I didn't bother to answer him. Chelsea, who had been preoccupied with Katie, walked over and said in a low tone that I had to lean in to hear, "So you want to go back to your place? We have a lot of planning to do for the party this weekend."

I blinked. In all of what I had witnessed in the past couple seconds, I had completely forgotten about my party, which was really weird since I had planned this to be the biggest one ever. How had I let that slipped? 

I nodded and with Chelsea beside me, we headed in the direction of my Corvette. Thompson noticed my departure and said, before I could take a step, "Leaving so soon?" 

I glanced at Thompson who had an expression of either distaste or interest, I couldn't tell. Victoria glanced at me and disentangled herself from James. Katie tilted her head in curiosity, but with her platinum blonde hair and innocent-looking gray eyes it just made her look like a regular dumb blonde. "Where are you guys going?" Victoria asked, as she walked toward Chelsea and I. 

"We're going back to my house to plan the party. I have to drop a call to Marco," I said as I quickly texted Marco to arrive at my house. 

"You mean the gay guy that plans all this shit for you?" a familiar male voice called. I turned in the direction of the voice to spot Nathan. His tanned, muscled forearms were stuffed in the pockets of his Levi's and his broad shoulders filled out his gray Oxford polo rather well. His light-caramel colored hair was mused, as if the wind had run through it and his green eyes hinted at mischief.

I had hooked up with Nathan at Chelsea's summer party at her parent's beach getaway in the Hamptons. Word had gotten out that we had and it had become the biggest pieces of hot gossip in school. The usual jittery feeling overwhelmed me and I couldn't help but feel slightly buttery in his presence. In fact, even Victoria and Chelsea were looking a bit dazed. Nathan was more of an enigma than I had begun to imagine. No one knew what this guy's deal was. He was a mystery, an enticement and in the heat of the party I couldn't help but want to hook up with him. We had had sex so many times, I lost count. He was amazingly good. Besides there's nothing more alluring than a guy with a shroud of mystery surrounding him. 

"Yeah," I said. "He's pretty damn good at his job, for a gay guy anyway." 

Nathan laughed and quickly switched topics. "I hear that Luke found himself a new girl." 

My expression hardened and the tone of my voice turned deathly icy. What the hell? Where had that come from? "What was that? A dig? If I recall correctly at least Cameron is responding to him." 

It was Nathan's turn to glower. The guys went "ooooooohhhhhh," like they usually do when they hear a good insult and started laughing. Nathan had tried to get together with Cameron once by asking her out, but she had flat out rejected him with an indifference that bordered on harsh. For a while, people had thought that with Nathan's hot, dangerous looks and mysterious personality and Cameron's intense, bad-girl, model-gorgeous appearance the two would be the ultimate couple at Rorington. However, that wasn't it turned out. According to eyewitnesses, Cameron had been pretty apathetic throughout the whole time Nathan was trying to convince her to go out with him. It was almost pathetic in a way and I had even been slightly jealous that Cameron was completely cool even in the face of his allure and his persistence. Everyone thought that they were going to be the ultimate it couple. However, that was just one more mystery to add to Nathan as well as Cameron. No one knew why Cameron had rejected him and why Nathan had given up his pursuit of her. In fact, people had described his pursuit of Cameron almost bordering on winning persistence. The guy really had a way with persuasion. 

Victoria laughed and Chelsea shook her head in dismay, but I could see the teasing smile. Even she, the goody goody two shoes over there, knew how pathetic Nathan was in trying to win Cameron's affection. 

I glanced at Nathan and tilted my chin higher in a challenge to strike back verbally in the face of all our peers. Nathan's earlier countenance dropped and in its place was a good-natured calm one. He said, "No surprise there. I was just simply stating the obvious. No reason to act like a frigid bitch." 

The guys once more went "ooooooooohhhhh" and I colored a deep shade of red as I could feel the heat blossoming on my face. While everyone else thought nothing of the slight emphasis on frigid, I knew exactly what he was talking about. He was embarrassingly referring to the period of doubt when I had frozen up in the middle of having sex with him. I had even pushed him away frightened of getting caught by some partygoer. Once I had calmed down and we resumed what we were doing, I had been tense the entire time and he had pointed it out when I had gotten up early that morning and rushed to put my clothes on. During that time, I had thought about having sex with him, but doubts had crept in, even in my alcohol-blazed mind of doing this with someone like Nathan. I had never felt all that comfortable around Nathan. He seemed like this good guy on the outside, but I had once or twice spotted an odd almost violent look in his eyes like he was ready to murder someone for no reason, or even crazier, because he had some strange proclivity to do so because he knew it was wrong, for the sake of the fact that's it wrong.

Okay, I seriously need to stop obsessing over this. It was probably because I had been reading Poe in English class. 

"Well this frigid bitch needs to get everything ready for the sickest party of the year instead of standing around and stating the obvious," I responded. I turned to Chelsea, "Let's go." Chelsea glanced from Victoria to Nathan then back at me. 

"What about me?" Victoria asked. 

"I don't need you to plan this party. You and Natasha can do whatever," I said really not caring, as Chelsea and I began to walk away.

"But I want to help plan the party," Victoria whined, as she ran up to catch up to us. 

"Sorry, but I already have enough people to fill that position," I said. 

"But we've been best friends! Lindsey, just let me help you plan the party. You said you would let me anyway," Victoria said. 

"Well I'm saying you don't have to come," I responded. 

Chelsea timidly spoke. "Maybe next time Victoria." Victoria's face fell and as she turned to walk away, Chelsea turned to me from the other side of my corvette. "You didn't have to be so mean." 

As I got in on the driver's side, buckled my seat belt, and adjusted myself in my seat, I turned to Chelsea. "So? I wasn't being mean, I was being honest. We already have enough hands. Besides, you know Victoria. She's bound to tell everyone who would pay two shits to actually care what she says about the party. I want it to be a surprise."

Chelsea looked down at her lap and bit her lip as I revved up the engine, backed out of my parking spot and drove by the blur of students who milled together. I exited the school and before we knew it we were headed onto the main road that led to my house. 

Chelsea was the typical quite, introspective, observant girl, who know one really had a problem with, but everyone couldn't help but admire her almost ethereal-like qualities. If three-year-olds didn't know any better, they would think she was some kind of fairy with her wispy mannerisms and her kind, glowing demeanor. She had been my best friend since seventh grade and our mom's practically menupaused together. 

Which was something I didn't like to think about. 

"What are you planning?" Chelsea asked. 

A few minutes later, we arrived at my house. I parked the car in the garage and smoothly climbed out of the car, as Chelsea did the same. We entered the house and were immediately surrounded by a few of the hired helpers and those who were decorating for the party as well as Marco, who was organizing all of this. Chelsea on the one hand looked bored and waited for me to finish talking to Marco who seemed intent on trying to please me. The room was swashed in a glamorous/night club theme and there was a DJ table located in the ballroom of the house, which was where the party was going to take place. The outside was also swathed in mysterious lights that gave party-goers extra privacy, as well as a whole host of rooms upstairs for those who were up for a little more. 

I laughed inside. Would I be one of them? I didn't know. After all, it is a party. 



Sensual Persuasion Ch. 04



Chapter 4, Luke's Curiosity

Cameron and I had stopped nearby. It was actually atop a cliff, one of my favorite places. I wanted to catch her alone and what better way? I had to commend myself on a job well done. I could already feel my muscles tightening at the thought of taking her right there. Her toned body—I swear to god—was so calling out to me. 

I glanced to my left and saw Cameron indifferently staring out the dashboard window. "What are we doing here?" 

I turned off the engine of the car and relaxed. I clasped my hands behind my head and said, "Just chilling. I want to know what you thought of the ride." 

Cameron glanced at me and then looked away as if unsure of what to say. I had to say her side profile was pretty hot. Her twinkling blue eyes turned to me and said, "I like the car, but the ride would've been more bearable had it been with anyone but you." 

"Please, you know you want me," I said slightly incensed. I didn't like the image of her with another guy. I could feel my more possessive trait rise in me. It was primal and I knew all I wanted was to show her who she really wanted to be with. "Otherwise you wouldn't haven't gotten in the car with me."

Cameron gave me a pointed look. Even when she was angry she looked stunning. Her blue eyes flashing and her cheeks all flamed up. I wanted to kiss her right there on the spot to absorb every ounce of passion from her.

"I only got in the car with you because you wouldn't leave me alone about it," Cameron stated. "I had things to do." 

I snorted a laugh. "Like what?" 

"Like get home," Cameron said. "Besides, I don't even know what I'm doing here. Take me back." 

"No."

"No? And why not?"

I shrugged and said, "I don't feel like letting you go just yet." 

Cameron groaned in aggravation. I spotted a peak of her cleavage and the span of smooth bronze-tanned, buttery skin. I found myself eagerly wanting to run my lips on. "Then what the hell do you want? You're frankly wasting my time." 

"I could show you better than I can tell you," I responded. 

Which I did. 

I didn't think. I didn't react. All I did was pull her right up from her seat and seated her on my lap. A gasp of surprise escaped her lips, but instead of pausing, I took advantage of it. I hooked my hand behind her neck and pressed her lips against mine, slipping my tongue between her lips, exploring every crevice of her mouth and kissing her provocatively until she kissed me back.. I caressed the length of her body, until it settled near her hips and coaxed her into kissing me back, with light kisses then to provocative, sensual ones that made it no surprise as to what I wanted. 

It was only when she was kissing me back was I suddenly surprised and panting for more. 

Holy mother of god. 

Damn, she was good. 

The minute I had kissed her, she had responded just as enthusiastically. Her hands went to cup my jaw and she kissed me with the same electric fervor as I did, alternating between various pressures. I wrapped my arms around her tightly, clamping her body as close as possible as mine, until I could feel the whole heat of her seeping through her clothes on to mine. We were both hungry. We kissed each other as if we hadn't eaten in days. Her tongue ever so slightly plunged in mine with skill and I could feel myself getting crazy with the want of her. She teased me with little kisses then to passionate kisses, which brought groans of satisfaction from me. Eventually, our tongues collided and I could feel the wet heat of her on my hard cock. Her hands caressed my face, to my chest then back up to rake through my hair, which felt like I had officially gone to heaven. I began to imagine her hands elsewhere on my body.... 

I had gone hard and I could feel her plush breasts press against my chest. It felt good and an odd feeling of protection and possessiveness overwhelmed me. I wanted her. I wanted her a lot. 

Strangely enough, thoughts of Lindsey popped up. She wasn't nearly as good as Cameron was with this. In fact, I couldn't ever remember being this relaxed, easy and fired up all at the same time. Lindsey had made me cringe and watched me like a hawk. I had always been on the defensive with her and sex with her wasn't nearly as good as even kissing Cameron at this moment. It was like a drug. I couldn't get enough of her lips. They were hot, they were restless, they wanted me and I gave it to her, taking possession and more. 

I knew Cameron could feel my straining erection, for she began to rub against me in a seductive way settling my cock between the apex of her toned legs. I could feel the liquid heat pooling there and a rush of blood shot down to my manhood. Somehow the seat slowly began to recline back until she was on top and I was at the bottom. She continued kissing me tracing kisses along my jaw line and on my throat, all the while she slid her hands down my chest. 

I felt a shot of desire storm through my veins and the blood in my ears was pounding. My heart was beating fast and I could feel my muscles clench in anticipation. A shiver coursed through my body. I was turning harder than the damn metal of the car and my mouth was watering, wanting to taste her. 

We tugged at each other's clothes. Her skin felt soft, smooth and warm and I began to have images of what the rest of her looked like in those shapely, ass-fitting jeans of hers that emphasized her well-toned legs. She pulled away and gave me a sultry smile, with her eyes half-lidded with pleasure. She made eye contact with me and slowly inch by inch she began to unbutton her top. 

It was killing me. If she didn't have it off in the next three seconds, I was going to tear it off. 

"What's wrong?" Cameron asked, seeing the strained look. Oh, her voice had gone husky. Her lips were swollen. I wanted them on my cock, sucking me dry. I wanted her pretty little mouth taking all of me. I wanted to run my hands through those silky, luscious locks of her, but I was going to make sure that I had my dessert first. 

"Take it off," I growled. My voice had gone raspy with desire. I couldn't focus on anything except the pounding in my ears and my hands running up her thighs and her torso and back down. This was too much. "I want to see all of you." 

Cameron snuggled closer on my lap, both legs on either side of me, until the heat of her pussy pressed against my throbbing cock. I uttered a groan and she too leaned her head back, her mane of dark, glorious hair falling behind her out of pleasure, exposing the column of her neck, which I easily took advantaged of. I began to plant kisses that made her moan and clutch my head closer. I grinned in satisfaction, as she tightened her grip on my hair fractionally. I began to kiss lower, until I reached the first button of her shirt and expertly unbuttoned with my teeth exposing a span of her smooth skin and a hint of her lacy bra. 

The pleasure was unbearable and we both knew where this was leading, as she began to rock in a slow, sensuous, rhythmic motion against my cock that jutted out of my jeans. 

I was unsure of what to say, as I had always enjoyed sex purely in it's coldest and basest form. The adrenaline rush was coursing through me and I wanted nothing more than to rip the rest of the clothes off of her. This hungry urgency was foreign to me and I wasn't sure whether to embrace it or to take a step back and look at it. I laughed mentally inside my head. Clearly, I was only doing the former. Her lacy black bra was too much coverage for her breasts and I wanted my mouth on those mounds watching her arch into my mouth, hearing her cry for more. Her nipples hardened into little peaks. They looked like cherries on top of delicious scoops of ice cream. 

However, I didn't get a chance to as she began to kiss down my chest. Her warm hands caressed my abdomen and I sucked in a breath, trying to maintain a semblance of control under her ministrations. My breath was labored and uneven. 

Before long, she began to unzip my jeans and eventually I kicked them off, while she discarded her own. I caressed the back of her smooth thighs and continued kissing her mouth. My breathing became erratic and my heart pounded faster. She was deliberately trying to torture me. She kissed torturously as she slowly slid down my chest. She flicked her tongue out to my nipples and I watched her, as she looked back at me with her darkened blue eyes. Her hair was softly spread on my chest and as she took the hard nipple into her mouth I groaned and leaned my head back. She blew a hot breath, and odd shivers of pleasure ran throughout my body as my cock grew even more. 

I was distracted soon enough as her hands grasped the hard length of me. I could feel my heavy full, cock throbbing in her warm hands and I sucked in a tortured breath to control the sudden urge to flip her over and thrust hard and deep into her. 

She slowly gripped the shaft and with the tip of her finger, spreading the precum that settled at the top of the head and stroked the head at first and then the rest of me. She did it tentatively at first, before beginning to stroke it harder. With every stroke I could feel the raging inferno grow. I could feel my muscles clench. I could feel the shallow, labored pants coming from Cameron, who I knew wanted this as much as I want. I had never wanted like this before. No, this was beyond wanting. I needed this and it scared the hell out of me. 

Ha, did I care? No. I was too focused on Cameron stroking me, harder. 

"Yes, just like that..." 

She stroked me faster, harder than before, alternating the direction of her motion, but still savoring how it throbbed in her hands. It felt so fucking good I was out of my mind for it. 

It was heaven and I was slowly losing control. 

"Cameron..." I uttered a moan. "Keep it up and I won't be able to hold on."

"Good," Cameron said. 

However, before she could have a chance to continue with her explorations, I flipped her over and a gasp escaped her mouth. I trapped both her wrists in my powerful grasp and lifted them above her head. I took advantage of the gasp and plunged my sinful tongue into her mouth, exploring every crevice, while her tongue eagerly gave in to the feverous moment. Our tongues danced and swirled in each other's mouth and my heart pounded even faster, as I gave her a deep, penetrating kiss, stroking her mouth to ecstasy. 

I pulled away and glanced down at her. Her eyes were lidded with desire and her mouth was flushed with pure pleasure, pink and plump from my own lips. Her skin glistened and glowed and I could feel the liquid, hot heat against my cock. The tension in my neck increased as it took all self-control not to rip her lacy excuse for underwear off and plunge deep into her, taking her hard until she saw stars behind those pretty little eyes of her. 

With hasty deliberation, I began trailing kisses down the buttery-smooth texture of her throat and felt her give a feminine moan of appreciation. 

I trailed my hot hands down the length of her smooth torso and unhooked her bra from behind, exposing those brazen breasts. My hand roamed toward her breasts until I was grasping them and kneading them with my hands. Her body arched with the pleasure. 

"Do you like that?" I asked as I grinned at her wolfishly. She thought she could take control? No way in hell. I was going to eat her out until she couldn't think of sex without thinking about me. 

Cameron glanced at me with defiance and there in her eyes she issued a challenge. She wanted to deny that I was making her feel good. I mentally laughed. I was determined to make her admit that I was making her feel this hot, if she was able to make me lose almost all of my self-control, which no one had done so before. 

I kissed down her chest and settled my mouth on one breast. I licked and sucked the area around the nipple, before her moaning gave way to the urge to have the pebbled hard nipple in my mouth. She arched even higher and moaned. I lathered the same attention on her other breast, as I slipped my hand down her panties, down to her aching, pulsing pussy. I stroked short strokes, teasing the clitoris and thrusting in and out until her hips were bucking off the seat. I used the pad of my thumb and gently stroked her clit, bringing her closer to he release and the pleasure I was determined prolong until she begged for me to encase my cock inside the muscles of her pussy. Her hips rolled into my hands and I almost came right there with the ferocity and intensity of her need for my dick to be impaled in her. Not only was I burning up, but so was she as a sheen of sweat glistened the complexion of her skin making her look even more aroused and excitably hot. 

I continued thrusting with my fingers inside the sensuality of her folds, feeling lost and intoxicated by how wet she was for me. Cameron's hips arched closer to my hand as if seeking the source of her pleasure. I inserted two fingers and then pulled out only to thrust back in with a third, stretching her, letting her feel what it would be like for my cock to be inside her even marginally so. I was lost in the sensation of her muscles clenching around my fingers. She was hot and warm and the exquisite tightness would no doubt render me uncontrollable and lost in thought when I entered her. 

"Luke, don't tease," Cameron said breathily. "It's too much." 

She moaned and I could feel the hot, liquid molten heat. I wanted her even more wet and sobbing for me. In one fluid moment I settled between her thighs, making sure she could feel the hot cock near her before adjusting myself away so I could invest my time pleasuring her with my mouth. I continued kissing her, all the while playing with the hot heated center of her. She cried into my mouth as I explored the inside of her with my fingers. She writhed and clenched in perfect rhythm against my hand. 

She tore her mouth away, looking up as if she was hanging on by a thread between the reality and the excruciating pain of what we were both experiencing and not reaching the pinnacle as of yet. Her eyes were closed and her hands grasped the sinewy feel of my biceps. She said, "What are you waiting for?" 

I hesitated. For some reason I felt the need to make sure it was okay with her. For some reason, I didn't want to take her virginity away so quickly. 

She sure as hell wasn't acting like a virgin. Weren't they supposed to be all shy and hesitant? 

"Are you sure?" I asked her, painfully. If she said no... 

She didn't respond, instead she responded by touching my turgid length and I couldn't think any longer. I kissed down her breasts, swirling my tongue along her nipple and she arched even more into my mouth, urging me to continue. I placed erotic kisses, soft kisses, and licked my way down the concave of her stomach. My eyes met the black lace and as I gripped with them my teeth, I ripped them off, frustrated that they were still on her. 

"What are you doing?" she asked. 

"You'll see," I responded eagerly. I could imagine the heady, addicting taste of her. She'd probably taste exotic. 

I placed my face in the junction of her thighs and felt the heat coming off of her. She was wet and her juices were glistening begged to be tasted. I tentatively touched my tongue to her clit and then began lightly stroking her up and down, before applying even more pressure. She cried and moaned and gripped the back of my head and pushed it closer to her. 

"Open your thighs wider for me, hon," I asked in a guttural groan. I wanted to taste more. I threw her thighs over my corded shoulders and plunged even deeper as I stroked the most sensitive part of her, evoking a spasmodic reaction, as her thighs quivered and her breathing began to grow quicker. 

She obliged and I increased the rhythm of which my tongue was stroking and darting inside her. God, I couldn't get enough of her, as I tasted her fully. I could feel her labored breaths, as she tried to grasp reality, but then I heard music. She screamed as she rode her orgasm through and through, all the while I increased the rhythmic motion of my tongue now circling her clit, launching on an all out warfare against it. She clamped her hands in my hair pushing me even closer to the hot pulsing need of hers. I was only too happy to bury in deeper and taste her, lifting her hips closer to my face and burying even deeper. 

"Luke!" 

She came and the taste of her was more exotic and wonderful than anything I had ever tasted. 

"God, yes!" she cried and I felt a surge of masculine pride go through me. I grinned. 

I didn't let her relax however, as I lapped the hot cream of her. I played with her. I circled my tongue around her clitoris, playfully licking the bud every once in a while, eliciting the most erotic moan I had ever heard. 

"I love the taste of you," I said, wanting her to know. I wanted her to know what she was doing to me, what the taste of her was doing to my concentration, to my focus, to my usual no-nonsense mindset and logic. "You taste so damn good. I could eat you out for hours. Is that what you want Cameron? Do you want me to eat you out for hours until you feel so good that you can't think?"

I plunged back in her hot pussy as it grew wetter for me. I wasn't sure if Cameron heard, so lost in the ricocheting spasms of pleasure coursing through her. 

Her arms gripped the seat and I could feel her thighs clenching, as I spread them wider. Her hips bucked, as I continued licking, sucking, kissing every intimate part of her. 

I made her come again and again and reveled in the orgasm that tore through her not once but twice. She screamed and I could feel all logic split apart in her head, as she clutched my shoulders with a vise-like grip that sent electric shocks of pleasure throughout my body. 

I towered over her once more and kissed her gently then intimately, fully exploring the hot cavern of her mouth. She was a little weak from her orgasms, hot naked, lying underneath me, and desirably wet. 

Oh, it couldn't get much better than this. 

I had never felt this hot with any other girl. She had me, I swear to god, under a spell. I couldn't think straight. All I thought was about getting into her. 

I gently eased my knee between her thighs, pressing the head of my cock against the entrance of her pussy and slowly entered. Cameron moaned and leaned her head back, her hair trailing over the car seat. She clutched the corded muscles on my back holding on. I could do nothing but struggle to maintain the control as after each thrust I entered her ever so slowly, giving her more. I leaned down and covered her neck with hot kisses, as I slowly rode her. I was intent on making this as pleasurable for her as possible, but once I reached her barrier I lost control. 

"I'm sorry," I uttered, although I was sure Cameron didn't hear me, as I began to plunge my deep cock into her tense opening. 

Cameron cried out and I could feel her inner muscles clenching around mine. As I rode her harder, I was awarded with her orgasmic cries and even I groaned in pleasure. Her back arched up high, giving my mouth access to stroking those succulent breasts with my lips and tongue. I plunged upwards, as her hips gyrated to the rhythmic movement of my hips as I entered and pulled back, losing all sight of everything around me, only focusing on the sensation her warm, moist pussy was doing to my cock. She orgasmed once more, the muscles rippling around my cock as she undulated her hips beneath me to take in as much of me as she could. I closed my eyes feeling like the world had disappeared and all there was Cameron and this burning, feverous desire for release. She writhed and thrashed beneath me, scratching my back creating, and exquisite sort of pleasurable feel. With one final grunt, I gave a final thrust plunging to the hilt, breathing erratically and coming down from whatever sensual heaven I had disappeared into, as I collapsed atop the soft, lithe, warm body of hers. 




Sensual Persuasion Ch. 05



Chapter 5, Hailey's Secret 

"Hailey, I have to get back to you tomorrow okay? You think I can borrow those notes you took in class? I was kind of doing other things," Nathan responded from the other line. 

I twirled a lock of my hair around my finger and laid back on my bed. "Yeah sure, what's up? Something wrong?" 

"Uh, no. I just needed to talk to Cameron. I'm guessing she's not hanging out with you or anything at the moment?" Nathan asked somewhat hesitantly. Despite the fact that it was through the phone, his voice sounded sexy as hell. 

"No, in fact I haven't seen her since school," I responded. "But I'll let her know that you called, alright?" 

"Yeah, thanks," Nathan said before hanging up. 

I threw the phone in a random direction and laid myself out on my large IKEA king-size bed. My bedroom was decorated in themes of yellow and pink since my girlhood and all around me were random depictions of my childhood memories. I hadn't bothered to redecorate. I was too lazy to do that. Instead, my mind traveled in other directions. Why did Nathan want to talk to Cameron? That I didn't get. 

I always knew that Nathan and Cameron were in one way associated with each other, but I wasn't quite sure how. I didn't even know where Cameron was at the moment. People were talking. They were murmuring that she had gone off with Luke. Of course, I didn't believe that crap. There was no way Cameron went off with Luke. 

Did she? 

I wasn't sure. But, simply out of curiosity, why not call her? 

I dialed her number quickly and placed the phone near my ear. I waited for the call, but nothing came. It went to voice mail, instead. 

Okay, so she wasn't picking up her phone, but whatever. I didn't want to stay in my room and call after her like some loser. Or worse, a mother. 

I groaned and ran a hand through my dark hair as I stood up. I checked my phone for the time, before glancing at the mirror. My Nicaraguan complexion stood out and my dark locks fell in soft curls over my shoulder and down my back. 

My phone rang and I grabbed at it. I spoke into the speaker. "Hello?" 

"Hey," a sexy voice drawled. 

My heart skipped a beat. I knew who it was. It was Daniel. I was surprised that he bothered to call. 

"Hey, what's up?" I asked curious. 

"Are you busy?" Daniel asked. 

"No, why?" I asked. Daniel was Lindsey's brother. I hadn't talked to him in a while and I wasn't sure what he wanted. He was 22, but last I had seen him had been a couple weeks ago. 

"Look outside," Daniel said. I could hear the tell tale grin spread across his face. 

I looked outside my window and spotted him leaning against his black jaguar. His arms were crossed and he looked up at me. His black hair was mussed up and he looked as if he got a tan. What was he doing here? 

I didn't hesitate to leave my room. I rushed downstairs and opened the door and walked out into my yard to meet Daniel. Daniel closed his phone and drew me into a hug. His face was nestled in my hair and he was breathing in and out slowly, as if memorizing my scent. "I missed you." 

"I missed you, too," I said. 

Daniel leaned back to gaze into my face and for one heart-pounding moment I believed he was going to kiss me. It was kind of complicated between us. We were neither dating nor actually friends. We were just hooking up and I was afraid if I brought up anything more permanent he would just run away and I couldn't bear that. I wanted him too much to let him go so easily. Plus, I couldn't very well expose to the world that I was going out with Lindsey's brother. 

That's right. 

I was going out with Lindsey's brother. Or rather, hooking up with him anyway. 

Lindsey would probably flip a shit knowing her. She had a thing about perfection and order in her life. She just couldn't accept the fact that her brother had his own mind and lived his life outside the parameters of Lindsey's expectations. 

Or so that was what Daniel had told me. 

He brought his arm up and shifted a strand of hair out of my face. It was the sweetest gesture he had ever made and I drew in a sharp breath as his arms, around my waist, shifted lower to bring my pelvis closer to his erection. 

He was definitely hot and heavy for me. 

"You're aroused," I plaintively said. 

Daniel grinned. "Yeah, no kidding. I could think of some pleasurable things I could be doing right now, instead of standing out here." 

I hesitated. I was sure he had been hooking up with other girls on the side, but what did I care? It wasn't like he was tied to me. I just didn't understand why it hurt slightly to know that he only came to me for sex. I thought there would be more. More to the strange relationship we did have, some sort of solid foundation. 

Possibly enough that he wasn't hooking up with other girls on the side? 

"I haven't stopped thinking about you since," Daniel commented. He leaned down and kissed me. His tongue delved into my mouth and the kiss turned passionate. He brought his hand up to cup the back of my neck and I shifted my body until my swollen, aroused breasts pressed against his solid male chest. I could feel my temperature shoot up. His lips massaged mine sensually and it was one of the most erotic kisses I had ever experienced. He pulled away and his eyes turned darker. The bare raw need and the raw need of his voice when he spoke turned me on like no other. 

The huskiness in his voice helped too. 

"I want you," Daniel said in a husky whisper. My eyes clouded over in desire and I refused to move from my spot. An earthquake could've hit us and I still wouldn't have moved from his muscular, protective arms. It just felt so good to be within them.  

"I do too," I responded. "But I don't think I'm--"

He pulled away from me, far enough to gaze into my eyes and growled. "Then don't." 

He kissed me with a ferocity that I had never seen him unleash. He kissed, delving into the hot, moist cavern of my mouth, exploring everything as if it was the first time. I found it suddenly hard to breathe and before I knew it, he pushed me against the front door of my house and pulled my legs around his waist. 

"I want you, don't deny this from me," Daniel said. 

I removed my mouth from his, but he was relentless. His hands touched every curve of my body, skimming up and down, eliciting electrical responses. I couldn't stop panting from the feel of his hands as he reached between my thighs to massage the hot aroused part of me. 

"Oh my god," I moaned. He adjusted the position he was in, bringing me closer to the hot hard part of him and all semblance of rational thought flew out the window. How could a girl think when someone was doing this to them? 

His mouth ravaged my jaw line then down to my neck and then to my collarbone. He applied further pressure to my pussy and I could feel my heart beating a million miles per minute. He groped the door behind me and turned the knob, until we both fell on the blue-carpeted floor of my house. Daniel managed to kick the door behind him with his foot. 

"Did you know this was all I was thinking about when I left to Aruba?" 

"You went to Aruba?" I managed to say. My voice was tinged with desire, which seemed to turn him on more because his caresses became even more insistent and hot. He pulled off my white, Ralph Lauren shorts and threw it away in some random direction like it was a piece of fabric. He encountered my lacy, peach La Perla panties, but that certainly didn't stop his hands from rubbing his fingers down the most engorged part of me. 

"Tell me you want this," Daniel demanded, as he applied further pressure. I arched my body against his, my breasts in clear sight of his mouth, as he began to suckle one breast through the fabric of my shirt, tormenting me. "Tell me you want me." 

I moaned my head back, refusing to give in. It was submission he wanted, I was certain. My lips were bruised with his fervent kisses and all I wanted was to devour him as well. 

"Tell me!" Daniel demanded in that gruff voice. 

"Yes!" I said, as he quickly divested himself of his shirt and pants, leaving him down to his boxers. I lifted myself up and rested on my elbows and watched with an unabated hunger, as he stripped in front of me. His hard abs were clear indications that he hadn't been relaxing in Aruba. He had been working out. If it was even more possible, he was more masculine than I had last seen him. What had happened in Aruba? 

"Good," he grinned, as a wolfish grinned dawned on his face, making me tremble with anticipation. He stood up, and kneeling down, he picked me up and brought me to the couch in the adjacent living room. 

"Why are you doing this?" I asked him curious. I wasn't about to go farther than this, if he wasn't willing to relate answers to me. I was in a desire-hazed confusion and I needed a few things cleared up before I gave away the good so to speak. 

"I want you," Daniel repeated, as his hand skimmed the right side of my torso. "I want you so badly that it hurts. I missed you and I've learned a few things since I've been in Aruba." 

I scoffed. "Telling me you've had experience in Aruba isn't exactly what a girl you're about to have sex with likes to hear. It's a bit of a buzz kill." I gazed him cynically.

He laughed and said, "Yes, but all I could think about was you. I wanted you each time and that's not what I meant. I went away to Aruba to get my life in order. Now that I'm back, I've realized what I've missed." 

Well, that was sweet, but I still had my doubts. He left and didn't bother to call or text. 

God, I couldn't think when his mouth was playing with my shirt. He edged his face near my pelvis and bit down on my shirt. He teasingly pulled it up over my concave stomach and teased it over my breast revealing the other matching pair to my La Perla panties. I lifted my arms up and let him take it off me. As soon as he did, his hands began roaming again. 

He kissed me once more and I was lost to a world of sensations I had missed. Something was different though. He was making actual love to me. He was making love like he had realized I could be gone any second. 

"Don't do this if you're not serious," I said. "Don't have sex with me if you're not serious about where this is going." He tensed, but I quickly added, "I don't mean a relationship, but I mean in the long term I suppose. I was hurt when you left." 

"I won't hurt you again," Daniel said with such conviction. 

"You can't promise that," I said. 

"Like I said, I've learned a few things," he repeated, as he kissed down my collarbone. He towered over me and the heat from his body warmed mine, until I could feel nothing but him surrounding me with his raw need. 

Daniel played with the engorged head of my pussy to the point where I was breathless. He unhooked my bra and threw it aside, kissing the newly exposed skin. I arched my back into his mouth as he kissed my breasts, taking his slow time with them. He massaged them with his hands and his mouth played with the nipples, until they were so sensitized that I was sure I was about to orgasm right there. 

"Daniel..." I moaned. "Quickly, do something...." 

"Not yet," he murmured in that husky tone. "I want to taste all of you first." 

I was about to smack him, but couldn't, as he kissed his way down to my opening. His hot breath played over my clitoris and I could feel the unfurling of pleasure as his tongue tentatively reached out to lick my pussy. He tortured me, until I could feel the build up of pressure. 

"Oh god," I said, as I gripped the upholstery on the couch. He spread me wider and began delving into me deeply as he licked from bottom to top, not missing any beat. He swirled his tongue around and played with my clitoris until I was moaning. "Ah...mmmm...just like that," I whispered huskily. "Lick me just like that..." 

And he did. He licked me slow and tantalizing, until he picked up the pressure slowly and swirled his tongue faster in the hottest parts of my pussy. I trembled and bucked away from him, but he only brought me closer to that mouth of his and fed off me like his life depended on it. "Ah..." I moaned a breathy sigh. 

He ate me out like there was no tomorrow and I couldn't stand the onslaught of pleasure that ravaged my body and in whatever time it took, I screamed, tightening my grip into the upholstery of the couch as I arched high off the surface. "Aaaaahhhh...." 

"That's it, come for me," Daniel murmured, as I rode out my orgasm and was left weak and wet. 

I didn't have a moment to rest, as his fingers played with my clitoris. "I...I...don't think I can stand it anymore." 

Daniel grinned and said, "Sweetheart, leave it up to me. I'll have you so weak you wouldn't be able to get up."

"Oh god," I said, as he kissed me with the feverous passion that I was familiar with. He slowly entered me and I could feel the inner muscles adjusting themselves around his shaft, as he entered me. He thrust in slow and pulled out in a torturous rhythm and I began to follow slowly. His thrusts became harder and eventually faster and I kept up, feeling the same unfurling, building pressure emanating from my stomach. 

"Yes..." Daniel groaned and I panted along with him in a rhythm as old as time. His cock pushed deep into my tightening muscles and I began to feel hotter with each pulsating thrust until I could hardly breathe.

"Harder, please," I cried. I was begging at this point. 

"Not yet," Daniel said, as he undulated his hips in a strange continuous motion. 

"Now," I demanded, as he continued thrusting harder and I moaned. I needed my release. I wanted to come.

I began to feel it unfurl faster and soon I was screaming out my orgasm again, as Daniel found his. I raked my hands on his shoulders, holding on to him as I came for him again, the hot hard part of him, filling me up with unimaginable pleasure. Strangely enough, I felt his fingers caress my clitoris sending me into another blinding orgasm that had my muscles aching. 

We collapsed, feeling spent and sufficiently sated, as he lay on top of me. I breathed in evenly, weak but satisfied. His warm male body felt hot against me and I could feel his mouth kissing just above my breast. 

"Daniel, I'm spent," I murmured. 

"Good, that was what I intended for, so you'll never think of hooking up with any other guy expect me," Daniel said. 

"That's a sure thing to say," I responded. "If you've had the freedom to be with other girls then I have the freedom to be with other guys. Don't make dictates on me just because we've had sex." 

"Then I guess I better convince you some more," Daniel said, as he propped himself up on his elbows, towering over me. His eyes glittered that hazel brown and his full mouth was even more swollen from my passionate response to him earlier. Although he appeared calm, I could sense the turbulent, arrogant, angry emotion behind that façade. "Want me to make you scream more? You know I can make you scream until your voice is hoarse." 

"You wouldn't," I narrowed my eyes. "Daniel, how do you have the energy..." 

"I work out," Daniel proudly grinned, as his hands rested on my hips. He trailed his fingers down, dangerously near my opening, as he softly began to kiss my neck. "As for you...should I see how many orgasms you can have until you faint from pleasure?" 

My body trembled at the threat. 

"No," I said, as I urged myself up. I flinched at the soreness of my muscles. Daniel furrowed his eyes at me and helped me up. "It's okay," I said, as I push his helping arm away. 

"Are you okay?" Daniel asked concerned. He grabbed his Lacoste shirt off the floor and gently pulled it over me. "Was I too rough?" 

"No, I'm fine," I asked. I looked to his face and concentrated on my earlier question. "Why were you in Aruba?" 

Daniel turned away and hastily pulled on his boxers and jeans. I swallowed a lump in my throat sad at the fact that he was probably turned off by the question and getting ready to leave. Instead, he looked to me and sat down beside me. He pulled me closer to him and cuddled comfortably. 

"It's because I needed to figure a few things out before I came back to this godforsaken town," Daniel said. "I needed to figure out where I was going; what was going on with my life; who I am. You don't understand Hailey, I needed to just get away to think for a while. And with you here and everything, I was going to get confused and distracted." 

"And now?" I asked curious to hear what he had to say. 

"And now, I'm here to get my shit together." Daniel said. "Starting with you. By the way, I decree that we're starting a monogamous relationship, which means you're not to sleep with other guys." 

I rolled my eyes. "I don't think you can keep a monogamous relationship, Daniel and besides what if I found someone else? I don't think that qualifies and you can't go making decrees like your some king." 

He narrowed his gaze and roughly grabbed my chin to face his glittering, intense gaze. "What's his name? I can gladly rip his balls out." 

I pushed out of his arms and walked a few good steps away. "We've had sex, Daniel. You left without any promise of coming back or picking up where we left and you expect me to suddenly fall in line with what you want? Daniel, look I can have this kind of relationship with you but nothing else." 

Daniel stood up and wrapped his arms around me, hauling me to his body. "What are you afraid of?" 

"It's not that I'm afraid of anything, but I don't trust you and after you left I was really hurt and depressed. I don't want this and I'll continue to have sex with you, but no emotional attachments," I said. I wasn't having any of his bullshit. He left. He came back. He had sex with me thinking I would clearly mold into whatever he wanted. Well, he was going to have to work a hell of a lot harder than that. 

Daniel watched me as I sauntered my way into the kitchen and pulled something out of the refrigerator and set it down on the small island. Daniel strode forward and situated himself on one of the bar stools that lined the island. He watched me, as I began preparing cereal. 

"I want more with you," Daniel said. 

"That's too damn bad," I said. "I don't want you. I have someone else." 

Daniel stood up and strode around the counter. His intimidating size was hard to ignore, but I tried my best. However, it was kind of difficult when your body was reacting to his. "Get rid of him and go out with me." 

"I'm not a bitch, Daniel. I'm not going to do that to him, when I might genuinely like him," I stated, as I turned to him and placed my hands on my hips. 

"You're wearing my shirt and you just had sex with me. I don't think that qualifies as a good girlfriend," Daniel stated, as his hands snaked around my waist once more and pulled me towards him. I placed my hands against his chest to create some distance, but in doing so I was only pressed closer to him, until my swollen breasts rubbed against his chest. 

"I didn't say anything about girlfriend. We have an....arrangement," I repeated. I knew I was lying out of my teeth, but what could I say? I didn't want to be in a relationship with Daniel, who believed I would fall neatly into him like every other chick I knew.

And there were a lot and look where they were. They were moaning and pathetically groaning about losing the hottest sexual male alive. 

"Who's the guy?" Daniel said, his voice hardening into steel. His muscles were taut and tensed as if ready for a battle. 

I turned to him. "None of—"

"I said, who's the guy," Daniel interrupted with a deadly calm that belied his facial expression. His body was tense and I knew he was ready to blow a fuse if I didn't tell him. His eyes challenged me to lie to him. "If you don't tell me, I'm going to ravage you until you can't get the fuck up and believe me I have no quarrels throwing you over my shoulder and climbing those stairs. I will throw you on your bed and make sure you can't get out of it for a week." 




Sensual Persuasion Ch. 06



Chapter 6, Nathan's Wish

I ran ahead of Thompson after practice, grabbed a towel from my Adidas bag, and wiped down the sweat that was dragging down my body. I had taken off my shirt a while ago and quickly rubbed the back of my neck to remove the sweat. I was breathing hard, my lungs filling up with the familiar burning sensation and all I wanted was to go back to the locker rooms and take a shower. It hurt to breathe. 



"Nathan, man what's up with you?" Thompson asked as he came up beside me. He too was equally shirtless and eyeing up the girls who were seated on the bleachers casually observing our practice. It was an old time tradition of Rorington. The hottest girls sat up on the bleachers and watched the hottest guys practice for lacrosse.  In the next field over, some of the guys on the soccer team were hosting their practice, but most of them come for the lacrosse practices. 

"What do you mean what's up with me?" I asked Thompson confused. I bent over, resting my hands on my knees. My legs were shaking from the exertion of holding up my body. It was no wonder I hadn't collapsed yet.  Just a few feet ahead of us, Michael had completely collapsed onto the grass. His eyes were closed and he was panting heavily.  A couple of the guys mock-kicked him and he visibly flinched, before he struggled back to his relaxed position.  

"You were wound pretty tight. It was like you were frustrated or something. I've never seen you juke out the other guy so fast and score," Thompson responded. 

"That's generally a good thing. I don't know why you're complaining. The coach seems fine with it," I said casually. Was my tension that obvious?  

Thompson chuckled a laugh and pulled on his shirt. I did the same, just as Coach Langston came over.  "Good job, Nathaniel. Way to keep it up on the field. I haven't seen true dedication and foot work on the field like that in a while. If you do a good job, I might just make you captain." 

"Captain?" Thompson said incredulously. He draped an arm around my shoulders and gave me a strange one arm squeeze. "Man, you really did it this time." 

Captain. Huh. I never thought of becoming captain. I played lacrosse for the fun of it. I played it because....

I looked down across our field onto the third field. I watched the girls momentarily practice. The girl's lacrosse team was good. They were more than good. They won state play-off's even going as far as entering the national competition. They had been on ESPN twice and in every local newspaper for their spectacular season last year. Now, the girls were hoping for more this year. 

The girl's coach blew the whistle and I could spot Cameron driving hard down the field with the ball in her lacrosse stick. She tricked one girl out and juked another, as she sprinted as fast as she could towards the goal and scored. A gleam of sweat covered the surface of her skin and her hair was up in that messy bun of hers, her chest heaving up and down from the oddly pleasant burning sensation in the lungs I was familiar with when I ran down the field.  

Cameron was a good lacrosse player. Unlike the boy's lacrosse team, they voted for team captain and everyone was putting their bets on Cameron as team captain. She was dedicated and a motivated worker. Who wouldn't vote for Cameron as head captain? She had a single-minded determination to succeed and take her team to the top. She was pretty goal-oriented. Cameron had been part of the reason why I had tried out for the lacrosse team. Freshman year she spoke to me a couple of times and one of those times we struck up a conversation. She talked about how the lacrosse team was pretty decent here and that I should consider trying out.  

Out of curiosity, I had tried out. I hadn't expected to get anywhere with it or get very far. It really wasn't my thing, but I had made the team and when Cameron found out she was happy for me. I hadn't told her that I wasn't planning on sticking with it, but was curious as to why she found the sport so stimulating.  Ever since then however, I had stuck with it. It was fun and killed time while I was drudging it up in this high school for the stuck up elites. 

Even as the thought crossed my mind, I could disgustingly hear my feminist sister point out, "You are one idiot,"

"Dude, are you there?" Thompson asked, as he waved a hand in front of my face, calling me to attention. 

"Huh--? What?" I asked confused. 

Coach Langston turned his head to follow my line of gaze. He stood there eyeing up the girls in the next field over, smirked and said, "Don't get too distracted." With that, he left as his assistant coach called him away to discuss the schedule for the upcoming matches. Thompson gave me a knowing look, but I dismissed it and focused on throwing all my stuff in my bag.  

Luke jogged over to the bleacher benches, where all of our stuff was laid out. He had joined the team a little later, but coach was glad he was back. He played a mean forward. He wiped down the sweat and threw his bag over his shoulder. All day, rumors were flying around about him and Cameron hooking up and already I wasn't liking the guy's return. 

Luke glanced at me and gave me a nod. He didn't smile and he was panting heavily. His hair was in disarray and he had worked quite a sweat. He had been going hard on the field and I couldn't blame the guy. The team had given him a hard time since he left and now that he was back, Luke had to prove himself one way or another. He had to show them up once more in order to get some credit as a badass player on the field. He had to show them he hadn't lost his touch. I felt sort of bad for him, but nonetheless that was his battle to fight. 

"Hey," Luke said, as he nodded to me and Thompson. 

"Hey, man good play out there," Thompson said, as he congratulated Luke a bit tightly. I could tell the strain and reluctance in his voice when he had voiced it. He masked it well, but three years of friendship with Thompson told me despite his good nature he wasn't all that keen on Luke's sudden return to the team as well until he showed what he had.  

"Thanks," Luke said, as he sat down. Thompson sat next to him. Luke bent his head down trying to get in as much oxygen as he could into his oxygen-deprived lungs. He bent his head and spread his legs, resting his elbows on his thighs. He looked at the ground and ignored the girls above, giggling and suddenly perking up in attention at the sight of Luke shirtless and bare. 

"What've you been up to lately?" Thompson asked good-naturedly. He was always a guy everyone got along with. 

"Nothing, just trying to get in shape for lacrosse season. I haven't been on the field in a while," Luke admitted. 

"Yeah? Where have you been?" Thompson asked. 

"Here and there," Luke answered ambiguously. He stiffened and I narrowed my eyes at that. Luke had disappeared mysteriously and suddenly he comes back without any explanation. I had the foreboding sense that he was hiding something and whatever it was, it wasn't good. I wondered if Thompson knew or picked up on the slight tension in his body language.    

"Guess what? Coach is planning on making Nathan captain this year," Thompson said.  

"Yeah?" Luke looked up and gave me a boyish grin. "Not surprised. He was dirty on the field. I haven't seen anyone play that hard ever." 

"No kidding," Thompson said. 

"I don't know," I said. "I don't really see it myself. But I'm not complaining if the coach is planning on making me captain." 

A couple minutes later, Coach shouted, "Alright you guys, head off to the showers. Practice is over!" 

Luke, Thompson, and I grabbed our things and headed to the boys locker rooms. I set my stuff on the usual wooden benches and grabbed a few things from the ventilated green lockers. I pulled off my clothes carefully and wrapped a towel around my waist ready to head off to the showers. 

"I'm heading back. I'll see you guys later," Thompson said, drying his damp hair with a towel. The man could shower in about thirty seconds flat.  

"Yeah same here," Luke said, as he came out of the shower, freshly dried. His hair was mused and he rubbed it vigorously with a towel. "I have to get back home."

"I'll see you later man," Thompson nodded to me. 

"Yeah, see you," Luke responded 

By the time I padded into the shower stalls, everything was relatively deserted. I hung the towel over the wall and turned on the shower, as I began to wash off the sweat and grime that clung to my skin. 

Images of Cameron immediately popped into my head. God, what a way to end practice. The last thing I needed was the image of her delicious body rising in my mind. I wanted her badly, god knew how much, but I never really got around to chalking up the courage to pursue it any further. 

Truth be told, she and I didn't really get along all that well. In fact, after the initial getting a sense of each other period, we used to argue all the time and the people around us would sense the tension and stray away. I wasn't sure how Cameron interpreted it, but I was sure it was sexual tension all the way. 

Either way, rumors were flying around that Luke had already staked a claim on Cameron. Awesome, just what I needed. The resident bad ass to stake a claim on what's mine. 

Whoa. Where had that come from? 

Images of her body rose in my mind's eye. What was she doing now? Was she calming herself down, taking deep breaths to calm her panting as practice ended? I could picture her luscious breasts heaving with the strain of replenishing the oxygen in her body. That neck of hers, to her chest, to her concave, toned stomach to those long legs of hers.  I was hard pressed not to imagine the cries she would elicit when I kissed every inch of her smooth, soft skin.  I could feel myself getting a hard on. 

Was I going to jack off? The temptation to do so was strong, but no. I didn't want to. It was embarrassing. How had just the mere image of a woman's body gotten me so turned on? I was hard as hell and it was making me uncomfortable.  

But no one was here. 

I needed to release the tension somehow. Her lips would press against mine and I would kiss her into complete submission. I would erase whatever thoughts she had of Luke. 

I let my hard on continue to rage. I had enough self-control not to give into my baser desires. Instead, I turned off the shower and grabbed the towel I had hung over the wall and wrapped it around my middle. As I headed back to where I laid out my clothes, I looked up to spot a feminine silhouette. 

I was seriously hoping it was a figment of my imagination. 



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

How did I ever get into this predicament? 

"Cameron!" Victoria shouted. The other girls crowded behind her as if in preparation to deliver my punishment. 

"This ought to be good," Chelsea smirked, as she glanced at me. The other lacrosse girls surrounded her as well. This was the usual hazing ritual they were used to giving to a random player on the team. I suppose today they decided it was going to be me.  Generally, they chose players who had been doing relatively poorly or either just wanted to see them suffer. Most likely in the case with me, it was the latter. I hadn't thought I did poorly considering from I had scored on the goalie about four times.  

I lifted my chin up and threw my dark locks behind my shoulder and approached them ready to receive the punishment with some dignity. There was no way in hell I was going to let them smell an ounce of fear on me. I knew from experience that this was the way the girls brought out the loyalty in one another. The top dogs of the team had to know that their underlings were loyal to them and the team and there was no better display of that than the traditional hazing ritual. It changed every year, but the task was delivered by older team members or others of the same peer that the task was being assigned to. 

Of course, it was getting a little old, but whatever. I was up for it. I don't get intimidated easily.  

"What should we ladies assign her to do?" Chelsea asked without taking her eyes off of me. The rest of the crowd snickered. 

In my mind, I knew I should be feeling a hell of a lot more fearful of the outcome of this situation, but under the circumstances, with all the endorphins kicking in my brain after a hard practice, I was feeling kind of complacent. I knew whatever it was, it couldn't nearly be as bad as the suicide drills that we had to do one summer. 

All seventeen of them. 

I stood up a little irritated that they sought to keep me in suspense, as if that was suppose to make the punishment even more bearable. I glanced at them and said, "You guys might want to hurry it up with that, before I decide to blow you all off." 

"Alright, Alright!" Victoria impatiently said. She tapped a manicured finger against her lip, (even though she was not allowed to have long fingernails. It was against lacrosse regulations), and thought for a moment or two, before a devious smile replaced her fox-like, gorgeous features. 

"Girls! Gather around, I think Victoria has a plan," Chelsea said. 

The girls gathered and huddled as if this was another match. I waited patiently in the bleachers as they deliberated.  All the while my mind floated back to the one person I sought to avoid thinking about. 

All throughout practice my mind traveled back to Luke. I could still feel the sores of my body from that day and I vowed to avoid him all day. It had worked so far, until he caught me in the middle of the hallway. His hard steely eyes gave me a shiver, as he was ready to deliver my retribution for avoiding him all day. Whatever. I didn't give a shit. There was no way I was having sex with him again. 

Except that we did. 

I hadn't meant to run into him, but instantly my body seemed to come alive with the close proximity of his. I could still feel the tingles now. One glance at me and I could feel my body shifting to yield to his and my heart beat out of my chest. Instantly, his muscled arms pulled me away into an empty classroom and as I attempted to side pass him, he blocked my escape. 

"Where are you going?" Luke asked, as his eyes met mine. His wolfish grin appeared and I knew that I was in trouble. Every feminine instinct warned me that I was not leaving this class until he came what he got me for. 

Hell no. I was not going to give it to him without a fight. 

"Away from you," I acidly bit back, as I continued to back up, which was relatively quickly given his 6'4" height. He was a lot taller in front of me than I had anticipated from farther away. My pace quickened as he matched me stride for stride, pressing forward to his advantage. I avoided desks and chairs, until I ended up circling back to the teacher's desk. My butt hung on the edge, as his hands snaked to my hips and brought them closer to his hard on. 

"Oh hell no. You're sick," I said. "I don't want this with you. I already told you." 

"Tell me you don't want me," Luke suddenly said. His voice was pure raw male sexuality, trying to entice me into the sex that he wanted. He was every bit as masculine as any alpha male would be. Something instinctual told me that he was not to be trifled with.  "You know you feel this as much as I do. I can't explain it, but I can't get enough of you. Did you know I had to force myself not to rip Robert's head off when he touched you?" 

Robert? Robert had been asking to borrow my A.P. Euro homework. "How the hell would that make you want to rip his head off?" 

"Because you haven't looked at me all day, while you were willing to give Robert the time of day," Luke said. I had to look up to gaze into his gray eyes so raw with desire, lust, and something entirely animalistic. I knew he wanted me, I could feel it and the more distance I tried to create, the less there seemed to be. "I told you I'm not going to let you go that easily."  

Suddenly my voice took on a quality of its own. It grew husky. "Please, I don't want this Luke." 

"You're killing me," Luke said. He bent down and kissed my lips coaxing the softness with his own. His tongue played with mine and the warmth of his mouth nearly undid me. It was hot and sensuous and he took his time as if he was savoring something so delicious. His lips were hot and as he alternated pressure, I was nearly lost. He kissed with seductive skill, until I was left breathless, clinging to him with all I had. What was going on? 

I was the first to pull away and edge myself away, but he wouldn't budge. "Stop this. I don't want this. What happened in the car was a mistake. I don't want—" 

I didn't have a chance to finish, as he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulled me to him and used the other to clear off everything off the desk. He laid me down and he followed, kissing me until I was without a single thought. His lips massaged mine in a spellbinding way until I could focus nothing but on his hot mouth and suddenly I wanted to tear his clothes off. 

My breasts pressed up against his chest, my body angling towards him. I dug my hands into his hair and rummaged my fingers through them, caressing him. Something rumbled within his chest in appreciation and I couldn't get him close enough. I felt hot, my clothes felt itchy and I wanted nothing more than to take it off. 

He kissed with an intensity that stole every possible stubbornness from me, until I was gripping the back of his head to press his face closer to mine. He smelled of raw masculine musk and reluctantly, he pulled away, to trail kisses down my jawline and down my neckline, as he skimmed a hand up my shirt.  Every inch of flesh he touched, I felt as if I was on fire. He lit a flame that was going to be extinguishable in only one way. 

"Luke!" I hoarsely whispered in my dazed mind. He gripped my thigh and guided it to wrap around his waist, as his body pushed me back against the desk. 



I was utterly lost. All I could think about was his devastating kisses. Before I knew it, he had lifted away the shirt, baring my bra-encased breasts. His eyes seared into mine, the raw sexuality of it was so frightening that I had to maintain that it was nothing more than him wanting me. That was all this was. Just him wanting me. 

And me needing him. 

A pleasant pressure unfurled in my stomach and I wanted him with an unparalleled sense of need. I wanted him inside me, moving, feeling every inch of his hard velvet-encased steel of flesh pounding inside me, as I rode him hard to fulfill my own satisfaction, just like he was getting his. His growl of approval, as I brought him closer to me, feeling his hard-on press against my wet core, had me creaming in places I wasn't even thinking about. 

"Do you have any idea how much I want you?" Luke said, skimming his hand up my torso. "Do you have any idea how much I want to fuck you senseless, pounding my dick inside you?" 

Trying to gain a modicum of control, my eyes widened at the statement, although as he started rubbing against me sensually, positioning that hardness of him against my wet pussy, I couldn't help but tilt my head back and moan. He took advantage and began to nibble and place teasing kisses. "Luke! We're.....we're in a classroom." 

Luke leaned down and kissed me sensually once more, as he positioned my hips at the edge of my desk, so he could rub himself on me. His tongue delved in and my tongue dueled his in a need for dominance. His lips alternated between pressures and he pressed his body closer to me. His strong arms wrapped around my back and I felt small despite my height in comparison to him. I could feel every inch of his hard muscles, the defined muscles of his back, and his chest. He opened me up wider and I felt my clit pulse and grow swollen. I began to grow wetter and the bastard grinned. 

He actually grinned. 




Sensual Persuasion Ch. 07



Chapter 7, Cameron's Surprise and Nathan's Admission

Cameron

"In case you missed it, this is the guy's locker room," Nathan informed me. He straightened to his full height, as the two of us squared off in between the two walls of green lockers. The strands of his hair was wet and he was using another towel to rid himself of the excess moisture and his feet were bare. "Shouldn't you be showering in your own, Cameron?" 

I stood nearly stock still afraid of making any sudden movements. His voice had echoed against the shower walls and I belatedly realized that he recognized me. 

For the second time that day I felt embarrassment course through me. Nathan just pointedly glanced at me, amused. His lazy smile showed off exactly what he thought of my predicament and I bristled with some annoyance as he had no idea why I was here. 

I was tasked with the wonderful gift of stealing Nathan's boxers. Simple enough, if I had time to plan and execute this, but they had wanted me to steal it now, right after Chelsea had gotten a text from Thompson confirming that Nathan was in the shower. 

"I suppose," I said vaguely. His light caramel hair was darker from the moisture that still clung to the silky strands and something on the side of his jaw ticked. His biceps were corded in muscle and I had an uninhibited view of the rigid contours of his abs. The man was tall standing nearly at six feet five and could easily play college football, but lacrosse was what he chose and why, I would never know. 

It occurred to me that I could simply ask him for his boxers, but I doubted somehow that he would lend them so easily to me. I was feeling too embarrassed to straight up ask him for them. That would be the height of stupidity on my part. He would no doubt cast me as a pervert in his mind. 

I glanced around realizing how alone the two of us were. My eyes darted to the pile of clothes that sat atop the skinny wooden benches. 

"What are you doing here?" Nathan asked. His deep voice carried over me and I felt a shiver of awareness course through me. 

"I need something," I said nearly breathlessly. 

This seemed to ignite and interest in his green gaze as he roamed the length of my body, perusing them back up in a leisurely pace. Hot heat crept up the back of my neck at his blatant gaze. I somehow felt like I had walked into something, but what it was, I was not quite sure. 

In two strides, he was on me. His gaze was notched onto my neck and he tilted my chin to the side. "Is that a hickey?" 

Stunned by his proximity and its effect on my pulsating heartbeat, I stepped away from him hurriedly. He dropped his arms waiting, expectant. "No," I denied, my eyes focusing on his face once more. Crap. I hadn't bothered to check how much damage Luke had done to my neck. I was going to kill him when I saw him. 

Nathan wasn't buying it clearly and he narrowed his gaze. "Who gave that to you?" 

Out of nowhere, a thought struck me. Two, actually. One, why he cared and two, what he was willing to do for it to find out? 

"I'll tell you if you give me something in return," I commented. "I have a mission to undergo." 

"Ah," Nathan said in understanding. He leaned back on his haunches and leaned one shoulder against the lockers in a casual pose. "The girl's lacrosse initiation ritual? If that's what it is, I don't think you're in a position to negotiate the rules here, Cameron." 

"I need your boxers," I said. 

Nathan raised his brow. "You think I'm going to just give them to you?" 

"I don't know. How badly do you want to know where this came from?" I asked tilting my head. My blue eyes pinned his green ones challenging him. 

Nathan's face contorted into one of anger and irritation. He crossed his arms, emphasizing the further breadth of his shoulders and muscled arms. "Are you fucking Luke?" 

"That's none of your business," I repeated. I clenched my fists by my side and narrowed my own eyes towards him. 

"You shouldn't be screwing him," Nathan said. "He's not exactly the kind of guy to stick around." 

"How do you know I'm not using him for sex?" I asked him. "Last time I checked, it's not him who calls the shots." Although it sure felt like it was. Luke was on a whole other category of his own. I found myself oftentimes feeling entirely lost in the heady sensations and provocative feelings he made me feel. Even as I glanced around at the guys in our school, I found myself thinking back to Luke. He was a dominating force onto himself and there was that aura of danger that clung around him. He commanded those around him and it wasn't without notice that he seemed to attract copious amounts of attention. 

"You're not that type of girl," Nathan asserted. "You don't sleep around." 

Anger exploded around me. "It's the goddamn twenty first century, Nathan. A female has every right to sleep with whoever she goddamn pleases without judgment. It's her personal business. At least I didn't cross the line, like you did several months ago." 

Nathan stood stock still and his eyes narrowed down at me. I knew I had hit a sour point and I had intended for it to stick. "What are you talking about?" 

"You're going to pretend to play dumb and not act like you hadn't slept with Mrs. Hudson, the married, school guidance counselor?" I voiced. His face remained neutral, unchanging in its characteristics. "Mrs. Hudson dropped her keys out in the parking lot. I went back in after school to give them to her. I caught you two in the room through the window and...well, you can guess." 

I watched Nathan's face as it remained locked on mine and I knew that he was recalling the memory. "We're not fucking anymore." 

"It still doesn't excuse the fact that it happened."

"What's your point?" Nathan asked irritated. 

"You don't get to judge me on my sleeping partner when you haven't exactly been all that saintly, either Nathan," I stated. "We may act civil towards each other in public, but it is only out of respect and social convention that I do so. Otherwise, don't piss me off."

"Is that your way to incentivize me to hand over my boxers?" Nathan asked amusingly. "I have to say, Cameron, you're really on a hot streak here." 

Nathan was really pushing a nerve and I had no idea why. It bothered me that he was making a point of me sleeping with Luke, but with Luke I hadn't figured everything out yet. There was something there and an inexplicable connection was hard to explain to someone, when I myself, wasn't entirely confident on how to describe it. It seemed irrelevant in the grand scheme of things here, but Nathan was evidently curious about it. 

I knew Nathan and Luke were friends, but how far that friendship went was a mystery and I didn't know if Luke going away had closed that chasm. Maybe, things had changed, but how much I was going to tell Nathan was still up in the air. Guys talked, didn't they? Maybe, Luke had already told Nathan everything there was to know about it. 

"If you give me your boxers, I promise to keep your secret about Mrs. Hudson, just that—a secret," I negotiated. I needed the boxers and I wasn't sure how long the girls were going to wait. This was supposed to be a quick mission, but it was turning out to be a lot more complicated than I had anticipated. I was to infiltrate the boy's locker room, steal Nathan's boxers, and then bolt. 

"Are you blackmailing me?" Nathan smiled at me. 

"You know if this gets out, not only will Mrs. Hudson get fired, but you'll be expelled from school and you can kiss any chance of a scholarship goodbye. I'm pretty sure Couch Hudson—you know, the big burly guy who coaches the football team?—isn't going to let you waltz off school grounds with your ass intact," I threatened. 

This seemed to hit a nerve. Nathan poised still for a few tense moments until I thought he wouldn't comply. Disappointment nearly filtered through my system. As much bravado as I was issuing behind my voice, I wasn't going to seriously report this. I wasn't into ruining people's lives. This complication between Nathan and Mrs. Hudson was between them. 

Walking over to the pile of clothes, Nathan tossed the boxers in the air towards me. I caught it in one hand, masking the surprise I felt at his compliance. I smiled instead. Nathan glared at me. 

"There, you have my boxers," Nathan continued. "Anything else you need?" He towered over me, as he stood less than an arm's length of me. I had to crane my neck up to gaze up at him. 

"Nope," I said happily. "I think I'm good. It was nice doing business with you." 

"Not so fast. You're not leaving without giving me something in return." 

And before I had a chance to voice out what exactly that was, Nathan hauled me against his hard body and planted a deep, penetrating kiss on my lips. My hands crept up to lodge distance between us, but that had become fruitless, as Nathan turned me and slammed me against the lockers. I felt the cold metal against my back and suddenly, I was surrounded by Nathan's heat. 

Nathan kissed me expertly. His mouth massaged mine in a sensual dance and I felt every core temperature heat up in response to him. His tongue swiped at the entrance of my lips and a gasp escaped as he slid his hands down the side of my body, down to my hips and behind to grasp my ass. He took advantage and slipped inside, playing with my tongue. We kissed for what felt like minutes and he tilted his head for further access. 

My chest pressed against his own and my pulse began to race and as quickly as the kiss had begun, he pulled away and I stepped away quickly, my lips feeling swollen, my eyes widening with stunned disbelief. 

Nathan smiled at me, chuckling a laugh, and then turned away, adjusting the towel as he did so. It fell a tad bit lower, revealing all of his back. "Now you can go." 

"You're an ass," I threw at him. 

Nathan half-turned back to me. He laughed again, a laughter that rumbled from his chest. "How can I resist? I have a smoking hot chick standing here asking for my boxers. I had to take advantage of the opportunity." 

"By planting one on me!" I cried. "If you knew that Luke and I were....talking," I began, struggling with the right word. "Why did you kiss me?" 

Nathan gazed at me. "Because Cameron, you were the one to reject me even after I asked you out." 

"Yeah because you were fucking Mrs. Hudson!" I said in a whisper-yell. "I didn't want to get involved in something like that and as long as you were screwing Mrs. Hudson there was no way I wanted to start something with you!" 

Nathan's eyes shone with a mixture of astonishment and anger. "You think I was screwing Mrs. Hudson when I asked you out?" 

"I don't know!" I said to him. "But I wasn't going to take that risk and besides you don't know me. We barely know each other. How can you want to ask me out?" I motioned with my arms waving it in front of me. 

"That's what the concept of dating is all about, Cameron," Nathan said bitterly. "But it doesn't matter now." 

I eyed him warily. "What is that supposed to mean?" 

"It means all bets are off. You responded. You're just as attracted to me as I am to you," Nathan said. 

"Nathan, you have got to be kidding me," I replied deadpanned. I schooled my face and reached for rational thinking. "You have to realize that this logic is pretty skewed, right? I'm human and I'm not dead, Nathan. Of course, I'm likely to respond when a half-naked male who looks like a freaking NFL player is kissing the hell out of me against a locker room. That doesn't mean anything." 

"Are you calling yourself flaky?" 

"No!" I cried frustrated. "Just because I'm attracted to you, doesn't mean I want to pursue you." 

"But you wouldn't mind being pursued by Luke?" 

"I didn't ask for that," I responded tightly. "I don't know what Luke is, but I don't think it's going to happen again." 

Nathan's eyes searched my face, looking entirely unconvinced. "You don't think it's going to happen again? What happened?" 

"Nothing," I lied, looking away, but Nathan caught the movement. I turned to him again and opened my eyes. "The point being is that whatever is going on with Luke and I is pointless. It was a fluke, a mere curiosity. I'm sure he's going to get bored with me just as fast as I'm going to get bored with him and it doesn't mean anything in the long run." 

I wanted really shut my mouth. I had no idea why Nathan was inciting me to tell him all of this and there was something about him that demanded I answer him. He was provoking me, instigating my anger to the point where I felt the need to defend myself against him. 

"Why would I care?" Nathan grinned. "I thought it wasn't any of my business?" 

"It sounds like you're patronizing me for it, but you know what?" I said, as a thought dawned on me. "You're right." 

"I'm right?" Nathan asked confused. 

"I have your boxers, what else do I need? Certainly not your approval or your opinion," I chimed, as I turned away from him, walking proudly in the direction I had come from. 

Nathan frowned. "Where are you going?" 

"Leaving," I proudly announced. "I hope you had a nice shower." And with that I left. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Lindsey

Chelsea giggled into her phone as she sat by the pool in her mint-colored strapless bikini. I was growing steadily annoyed with the commotion that was coming from inside the house as Marco directed the interior decorators for Friday's upcoming party. Victoria was nowhere to be seen and Chelsea and I soaked up as much of the sun as we could in our backyard. 

"Oh my god," Chelsea said once more.

I peered at her sideways. "You going to just continue giggling like an idiot or are you going to tell me what's so interesting?" 

Chelsea flicked her dark glossy hair over her shoulder and lifted up her aviators above her head. Turning to me she began. "We gave Cameron a task for the girl's lacrosse initiation ritual." 

"Oh, how fascinating," I said uninterested. 

"We had her steal Nathan's boxers," Chelsea announced. 

That caught my attention and a spike of annoyance spiraled upwards. "Who told her to do something dumb like that?" 

Chelsea turned to me looking disappointed. "I did." 

Of course she would, I thought. I turned on my back and leaned my head to the side. I attempted to fall asleep, but the constant bustle inside was causing me to be awake. 

"She actually came back with a pair of them. We asked her how and she told us that she simply asked him for it," Chelsea giggled once more. "We then decided to throw it up on the football field goal post and let it fly like a flag. It's all over Instagram now." 

True enough, Chelsea showed me the picture as I spotted the girls in a group photo, striking various poses in front of the football field goal with a pair of green plaid boxers hanging from the football post. Cameron was giving the cheekiest grin to the camera, holding it up high in one of them with a caption of "mission accomplished." 

I snorted and turned away, annoyed. A twinge of jealousy struck me at the thought of Cameron stealing Nathan's boxers. God, what was up with them anyway? Nathan was generally around for a good time, but it bothered me that his attention never seem to waver from Cameron. What were the two's deal? 

It was even more aggravating to know that since Luke had been back, rumors had been escalating about both Cameron and Luke. It grated on my nerves that I couldn't even seem to get away from the thought of Cameron and Luke possibly together. 

Suddenly, a shadow crawled over me and Chelsea glanced up to look at my brother. 

Daniel stood at the end of my lounge chair. I flipped over and glanced at him. "Can I help you with something?" 

Since Daniel had been back from god knows where, I was hard pressed to believe that he wasn't going to up and leave again. I felt a simmering anger underneath at him having left me here alone with mom and dad, while he went off and vacationed in Cabo. 

I was also partially thankful for his presence, however, since he's been back from Princeton after graduation. Daniel had been the center of our parent's attention so much so recently that he had effectively taken off the edge of my own parent's attention from me...or what little they did pay attention to me anyway. I couldn't very well be angry for his existence here. 

"Hey, Daniel," Chelsea said. Her voice had a tinge of pleasure to it and I eyed her curiously. 

"Hey, Chelsea," Daniel murmured, before turning a blinding smile on her. "What brings you two ladies out here?" 

"What do you want, Daniel?" I asked annoyed. 

"What?" Daniel said in mock hurt. "I can't talk to my wonderful sister?" 

"You don't make courtesy calls like this. What do you want?" I asked. 

"What's going on over at the house? I was just greeted by a miniature man who seems to think I would be available later for some private time," Daniel said. He stuffed his hands in his basketball shorts and glanced at us. 

Chelsea laughed and I nearly smirked. "You mean Marco? I hired him to pimp out our house for the party we're having this Friday." 

"Mom and dad say its okay?" Daniel asked. 

"They're in Europe," I said, raising myself up on the fulcrums of my elbow. "Why the fuck would they care?" 

"Alright," Daniel shrugged, uncaring. "I actually came to ask you something." 

I was definitely intrigued now. Daniel never came to ask me about anything. Our relationship wasn't as close as some brothers and sisters, but when either of us needed anything there was this unspoken rule we stuck by each other. "Okay, what?" 

"Who's Nathan Lucienti?" Daniel asked, as he leaned against the patio table. 

"Nathan?" Chelsea asked. "You mean Lindsey's ex-hook up?" 

One imperious eyebrow rose at that. "You hooked up with him?" 

"Yeah," I said, giving Chelsea a noted glare. "But that was a while back," I said, settling myself back on the spread towel. "He's on the lacrosse team," I finished. Nathan nodded, but behind those eyes, I sensed something lurking underneath. He was trying to assess something. I sat up once more and asked, "Why?" 

"No reason," Daniel said. "So he's just some guy in your high school?" 

"He isn't just anybody," Chelsea said. 

"Care to enlighten me?" Daniel asked. 

"He's set to inherit his parent's fortune. His parents own a series of hotels and luxury resort getaways," I explained to him. "His father's Mason Lucienti." 

"So he's wealthy," Daniel said unimpressed. 

"Yeah, but we're talking about seriously wealthy," Chelsea reminded him. "Like Forbes top 50 wealthiest men." 

"What is this about?" I asked him. "What's your sudden interest in him?" 

Daniel grinned at me instead. "I can't take an interest in who my sister is hanging out with?" "Oh my god, you aren't going to beat him up because we hung out, are you?" I asked skeptically. Daniel's interest in Nathan was intriguing to say the least, but Daniel was good at evading answers. He had plenty of practice with the girls he used to date. 

"Your claws are sufficient to take care of that," Daniel said. "I was just curious." I snorted at that one, which earned a look from Daniel. "If you'll excuse me ladies..."

Chelsea and I both watched him depart with a mixture of bemusement. "What the hell was that?" Chelsea asked. 

I watched him retreat back into the house, avoiding the commotion. I narrowed my eyes in curiosity wondering what in the world was going on. Why would my brother have any interest in Nathan? That seemed rather unorthodox to say the least. 

I was resolved to find out.