To Have a Sweetheart - David Ch. 05
I hoped he'd be wrong, just to prove a point - not that I'd have wanted to wreck his car of course, but I just didn't want him to be right.
He was right. Fucker.
We reached the ranch unscratched and I even felt a ting of victory. Not that I was telling Luke. He'd be getting the I hated it version for as long as possible.
Ellie looked like an absolute ray of sunshine seeing us and ushered us inside for dinner and to catch up. Her life had essentially been the same-same and we enlightened her with the latest big news of our lives, but as she too was a morning person and we were fairly tired of our drive, we headed to bed soon after. We were so out of it, that as soon as our heads hit the pillows, we were dead asleep.
When I woke the next day, I found Luke outside, busy with yard work. I'd never seen him work-work before and damn... did he look hot, like working my ass off sweaty hot. He told me that they decided not to sell the ranch for anything less than the prime price and planned to tidy the place up before selling, so I left him with his work and went back inside to grab a coffee.
Ellie asked me to help clear and declutter a few of the rooms with her while Luke was busy in the yard and I was glad to be helping out, it was kinda cool to be working on a family project. Needless to say I wasn't prepared, to say the very least, to find a pile of Lukes wedding photos an hour into my quest of sorting and clearing.
He looked happy. And so did the wife. For my displeasure she didn't even look average. Of course she looked like the 'perfect girl next door' type of a missus. Hell, the pictures looked like they were straight out of 'Perfect Wedding' magazine.
Luke looked handsome as fuck, but I couldn't forge a single positive emotion in my head. I didn't even know why the pictures hit me like that, it wasn't like I didn't know he had been married. Maybe because I painted a picture in my head of a sad loveless marriage with some average at best girl? See him pouting on his wedding pictures? Don't know. But I just couldn't stop flipping through the tens and tens of pictures full of smiles.
I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked to see it was Ellie. Fuck. Why couldn't I have had just that one down moment in private? At least it was her not, Luke - again, don't know why.
"He wanted them thrown out when she divorced." she said in a calm voice and sat down next to me, taking the pictures out of my hands.
"He looks happy." I muttered as I tried to keep the negative emotions out of my voice.
"Looks is the right word for it. It's easy to look happy in pictures, especially nowadays when you can take thousands of photos and keep just the ones that suit you. Edit and enhance them, make them look perfect." she said in the most neutral tone as she flipped through the pictures, picking out one from after the ceremony, "But this smile here," she said as she handed me the picture, "that smile doesn't compare to the smile he has when you're on his mind."
My slight mope instantly turned into a tiny smile at her words and I muttered a thank you to her. Plus I was being rediccolous getting jelous over a wedding that took place when I was eleven, to a woman Luke hadn't even seen for the past seven years.
She gave me a soft sideways hug and got up, making her way to a bookshelf, she picked out an album. Flipping through it, she passed it to me, a picture of Luke with his father, I presumed. He was like a copy of how Luke looked now, just dark hair, dark eyes.
His father had probably been in the middle of horsing around with him as the picture was taken, both of them smiling from ear to ear, such pure happiness shining in their eyes.
"That was just before Marcus left for the last time. The last time I saw either of those smiles." she mulled sadly and shrugged it off, adding on a more cheerful note "Up until now, of course."
"You still miss him?"
"I don't think I'll ever stop missing him." she said with a shy smile. God, did the idea of him still make her smile? After almost twenty years?
"Is that why... you haven't moved on?"
Jesus, leave it to a gentleman to ask about his partners mothers love life. I really knew what to say at times didn't I?
"A little," she answered, unaffected from the very personal nature if the question I'd just asked, "It's just... Marcus was an absolutely great man. He... he never let me feel small or weak, even as that was exactly what I was compared to a man like him. I haven't really met anyone else like that, who'd know how to be big and not make anyone else feel smaller because of it." she explained, her voice laced with sorrows and positive longing at the same time.
I positively smirked at her words, I guess Luke was his fathers son, looks and personality. Ellie caught my smirk, patted my shoulder with a smile and concluded "Okay, enough of sorrowing, I'm sure my son had some better plans for you today than my sad stories. I'll go see if he's done outside."
With a final squeeze of my shoulder, she left me there with the album in my hands. I looked at the picture again, slightly faded in colour as older photos tended to be, it was a positive type of jealousy I felt. And grief.
Turning the pages forward, Marcus never reappeared. And neither did Lukes smile. It wasn't that he didn't smile, it was that the twinkle behind it was gone. The boy slowly grew into a man, life events passed, but just that the little something was missing.
I put the album back in its place, a pleased smile on my face. Selfish as it might be, I was glad I was the reason behind the twinkle returning to his smile. All I wanted to do was make him smile. And if the reason was 'me', the better it was.
I went to the window and overlooked Ellie and Luke interact. The words they said could have been anything, but it was how they responded to each other, the gentle dismissals, the genuine offers... they loved each other. Both truly happy to have one another in their lives. I didn't know if it was Marcuses death that bonded them or had they always been like that, but I envied that connection.
I watched Luke surrender, so to say, in the conversation and head back inside, calling for me as he stepped inside. He offered to take the last of the remotely nice weather enjoying nature, wanting to take the horses out for a ride, have a little relaxed noon out in the open, just me and him.
I watched him ready the horses, packing so many bags on one younger horse that it looked like he was moving into the woods. He wanted us to share a horse and have the youngling follow us as she wasn't properly trained yet.
He lifted me on the unsaddled horse, with no effort on his half, and jumped behind me with surprising ease. Snuggling up close to me, he took hold of the reins and directed us into the bushland. I'd be lying if I'd say that him being so up close to me and rocking against my body with the horses movements didn't arouse me a little.
The woods were absolutely beautiful in their late september colours, a heavy blanket of yellow to red leaves covering the ground. I couldn't remember the last time I was in any forest type of a setting, minus the last time a month ago when my almost only focus was staying on the horse and trying to pay attention to Luke at the same time. Maybe an elementary school field trip?
Without having to pay the slightest attention to where we were going, I could gaze around all I wanted. For the first time it dawned to me what a shame it was that they were selling. The land they owned was absolutely spectacular. But even as lively and youthful Ellie was, the acreage must have been a little too much for her and Lukes life had taken him elsewhere. Not selling would have been a taxing decision in the end.
It was bewildering how thick the leaf blanket was even as most of the leaves still seemed to be on the trees. The air was a little crisp, but not necessarily cold, I suspected the temperature being something between twelve and fourteen degrees.
Even as we were already chest to back, I gave it an effort to snuggle closer to him and maybe I was a little randy already, just a little... He chucked at my attempts and pecked my neck as he softly brushed his fingers over my inner thigh, leaving his hand there and teasing me with little tiny caresses, making my blood boil in an instant and keeping it boiling.
I gasped for a few calming breaths as he manipulated my body with such ease, wondering how much of his tease I could handle before I'd have to beg for him, plead for him to give himself to me in any way he'd be willing to.
Before I could come to an answer, we came to a stop and he slid off. Taking hold of my waist, offering his support for me to get off.
He tied down the horses and had me help with the piles of mysterious bags he'd brought with us. I had to chuckle at my own stupidity as he took a heavy blanket out of a bag and laid it on the ground - of course all the stuff was for a picnic, like duh, what else could it have been? A murder kit?
In less than a few minutes the woods turned into the most romantic setting I'd seen in my life, a heavy homey quilt on the ground, a few containers of food, two thermoses (one better be coffee, or I swear to god...) and my beautiful man at the centre of it.
Fuck me.
No, not like that... well, maybe, but damn.
"How did you..? When did you..?" I asked in wonder as I couldn't understand how I'd missed all the set up as he'd been under my eyes literally all the time, minus the few hours I slept longer.
"This morning I got some *very* strict orders to show you how lucky I am to have you. Give us a day to remember." he said softly as he walked to stand in front of me, his voice warm and inviting.
Jesus fuck... Ellie... Fuck.
I dropped my head, batting away the intruding warmness from my eyes, good god, my partners mother forged us a romantic getaway. Not only was she okay with us, she even bloody encouraged us. Regardless of my efforts, my eyes still flooded and a few sparse tears ran down my cheeks. For fucks sake this wasn't a time to be crying!
"C'mere," he murmured and pulled me to his body and lips. He kissed me softly, our tongues brushing over each others as they met. His hands wrapped around my face, his thumbs wiping away all the tears they could find.
He pulled away, a loving smile on his face. Taking my hand, he led me to the quilt a few metres away, had me take off my shoes and sit down as he fumbled with one of the thermoses. The scent from the hot liquid filled my nostrils in an instant, it suited the early autumn perfectly. I knew that smell, it was something I came across often, yet I couldn't place it. It was something... damn, I hated it when I knew a taste or smell and couldn't place it.
As he handed me one cup, I was still at a loss, but as soon as I took a sip, logic and obviousness came kicking in. Mulled wine, white mulled wine. It's spices beautifully blending into the crisp air around us, it's warmth and alcohol giving the little extra bit of heat that I had missed. I'll be damned if it wasn't perfect at that moment.
He sat down next to me, cross legged compared to my usual variation of sitting on my side. Oh, he looked beautiful, simple denim jeans, gray light double-breasted coat and a beige round-neck long sleeve tee peeking from under.
Though, he could have probably worn anything and still looked beautiful to me.
I looked around us, everything was so colourful, a leaf falling somewhere every now and then, just trees and trees in every direction. And how tranquil it all was, just the soft sounds of nature around us.
I closed my eyes and listened, a few birds singing, leaves swaying, the movement of air that couldn't even be called a breeze and that was it; no traffic, white noise or human activities. Just us and nature.
We had cheeses and pastry as we drank and watched nature pass in front of us, slowly easing closer to each other with every shift of our positions until we were snuggled up side by side. The wine having created a pleasant buzz in me, I let myself indulge in Luke, cursing the layers of clothing between us.
I laid down, not particularly looking at anything, just enjoying the moment. Luke followed me down and I turned my head to see him looking at me, an odd smile on his face.
"What?" I asked in playful confusion.
"You look like autumn." he said with a little crooked smile.
I just laughed at his words, "Autumn? How does one look like autumn?" I asked in wonder.
"I don't know." he laughed back, "I think it's your hair. And eyes. They just match with autumn."
I chuckled again, seeing some logic behind his thoughts and gazed at him, he definitely wasn't autumn. He was a little wintery, but rather like summer, sun bleached hair, sunkissed skin and eyes contrasting against his light tan, even as his tan was slowly fading. "Well, then you're summer." I said.
"Summer?" he asked curiously.
"Yes. You look like a bright eyed blonde skandinavian who'd been left out in the sun for a little too long." I snickered to him, proud of my comparison.
Luke laughed like I'd just told him a great anecdote, his deep bass laughter making my groin tighten and twist. "You have a fair point." he chuckled in a lighter manner, his eyes staying on mine, his chuckling dying slowly.
I watched the look in his eyes change as he looked at me. Did he see my need for him?
From bright silver to deep gray, to the certain look of desperation.
Oh fuck yes, I need you too baby, need you too.
He scooted over, his one leg between mine, his body on top of mine, his eyes looking for a final confirmation in mine. I didn't let him find it. I leaned up and took his lower lip between my teeth, gently pulling him down with me.
He gasped a breath of surprise as I bit down on him and let me pull him down, fervorously attacking my lips as I released his.
As he pressed his lips to mine, I felt a jolt race down my spine and straight into my groin. I melted under his fierce loving as we kissed hard and deep, his tongue pushing its way into my mouth and I moaned as I welcomed it with mine. I grabbed at his back and held onto him, humping the thigh that was pressing into my manhood out of pure unfightable instinct.
He pulled back for a moment, panting as he did, pure awe and wonder in his eyes as he leaned back down, kissing me much softer that time. I was steadily moaning by then, the need to have him was as if I hadn't had him in years. He kissed down my chin and sucked on my neck as I whimpered his name and dug my hands into every bit of his body that got in my way.
His fingers unbuttoned my shirt one by one, kissing down my body as he went. He dragged his hand through the smattering of hair on my chest and attacked my nipple with his mouth. I cried out in pleasure and grabbed on to his hair. My nipples weren't even that sensitive, but I suspected if he'd put his mouth on anything sensitive on my body, I'd be a goner before we got started.
He got to the other nipple and resumed unbuttoning me, the cold air contrasting against my heated body, but I coildn't feel the coldness of it. His hands moved down to my jeans and undid them. Good god, having his hands down there was nearly too much.
"Hmm, I love when you're so hot for me." he hummed on my chest and kissed my top abs, his short beard scratching my skin, as he looked up to me with his bright eyes.
I dug my hands into the quilt and hissed "Good, cuz' I'm about to blow as soon as you touch me."
He laughed joyfully and smiled at me, his smile as genuine as it could be, that certain twinkle in his eyes. I was so busy thinking about his smile, the twinkle and everything, that I was taken completely off guard as his lips wrapped around me, completely swallowing my entire length in one smooth suck.
I gripped onto his shoulder, as if I'd need support laying down. My entire lower body seemed to just have one focus point and it kept on tightening and contracting, heating to a near boiling point, ready to spill over.
I cried out in his name, but he was unshaken, bobbing up and down on me, sucking and licking as he went. My body tensed and relaxed, with a soundless scream out into the nature I began to shoot my load into his waiting mouth.
He slowed his pace, timing his bobs with the convulsions of my body, swallowing and sucking as I fed my cum to him.
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The coolness of the air around me started to remind itself. Luke licked me clean and covered my body with his, solving the coldness issue in an instant. I asked for his lips even before he offered them to me, eager to make him feel as good as I did.
"Climb up, hon," I said as I let his lips go and raised my upper body off the ground.
He scooted up my body, undoing his pants as he did so. Pulling them down, it seemed as he wasn't satisfied with how low he got them with his spread legs and groaned "Imma take these off."
I took the opportunity to sit up and change for a more comfortable position. I watched him fumble with his jeans, drinking in the shape of his thighs, the curves of his subtle muscles intriguing me. His full ass, how his thigh muscles seemed to start from the side of his hip and curve all over his leg and of course his full mast erection sticking out, up and proud.
He faced me again, catching me staring at him, "See anything you like?" he teased me.
"Come here and I'll show you what I like." I murmured in the husky tone that I seemed to have for his ears only.
He smirked and stood in front of me in a questioning way of what or where next. I asked for him to kneel over my legs and leaned forward so I'd be on eye level with his begging arousal.
Luke gasped as I breathed on his dick, rubbing my hands over his thighs as I did so, trying to trace the lines of his muscles hidden under his light layer of softness and blonde fuzz.
"Please don't tease me baby..." he whimpered above me, wrapping his hands in my hair, nudging me to take him, but there wasn't an ounce of strength behind his actions. And I felt it, felt that he'd never hurt me, even as my mind didn't want to accept the feeling, but that was just something ones mind did after being hurt a few times too many and too bad.
I hugged his lower body, snuggling my head against his hip as I wrapped my arms around him, feeling the round of his ass under my hands. I looked up to him, seeing desperation in his eyes, but my agenda wasn't to tease him, it just was an inevitability that came with what I needed to say in the moment.
"I love you." I almost whispered to him, the expression still being new between us, a certain thrill running through me as the words left my lips.
"Oh baby, I love you more than I could ever tell you." he sighed and caressed my head, his look turning softer as he met my eyes.
I dropped my gaze to his throbbing manhood next to my face. Unwrapping my hands from around his body, I leaned back slightly and kissed his dick head, wrapping my lips around him. Licking all over him, slowly taking him to the hilt and rising back up.
I kneaded his ass while I sucked him, my fingers slowly making their way between his butt cheeks, all while he whimpered me compliments and sweet light swearings as he gently rubbed my head.
I slobbered all over his dick, turning everything nice and sloppy for him. I stopped, having his dick halfway in my mouth and gazed up at him, softly pulling his hips forward as an offer for him to take over.
He muttered something unintelligible as he tidied my hair and caressed my head. Taking a soft hold on me, he gently rocked his hips in and out of my mouth as he kept his eyes on mine.