The Things No One Else Sees

She had a pile of book reports on her desk and only four more left to grade before she could leave. Sometimes she would take them home and work on them in the evenings while she listened to music or watched TV, but she got the impression HE was coming over when she got home. She didn't know what to call him anymore. Lupul just didn't seem right now that they'd confessed their feelings. Joffrey was too formal. Loops just made her one of the guys. She'd called him Joff last night. Maybe that would do. He'd texted her earlier in the day, asking when she'd be home. She had told him around four-thirty.

The school day seemed to last forever because all she could think of was Joff and the way he talked and the way he looked and the way he felt. Would he spend the night again? She hoped so. She'd already looked up his schedule on the internet during her lunch break. He was in town for six glorious nights before he had to leave. Six nights that she hoped he'd be spending with her.

Her phone was vibrating across her desk with Jacob's name on the display. "What do you want, Jacob?"

"So, you and Loops?"

"What about it?"

"Just curious. It serious?"

"Maybe. Why?"

"He tell you he's in love with you?"

Lucy wondered where this conversation was going and where Jacob got that little piece of information. Had Joff told him? "Yes, not that it's any of your business."

"Just watching out for my baby cousin. I promised your mom I would."

Her heart ached at the mention of her mom and the memory of those last few weeks in which her mom had pulled vows and promises from the people she loved while she was on her deathbed. They'd tried to fit in as much as possible, but there just never seemed to be enough time. And by the final month, she was in bed most of the time, only able to have conversations between long naps. It was a sick, dark time.

"She never thought I could take care of myself."

Jacob laughed softly. "Naw, Lucy. She just loved you. Somebody's gotta have your back. It'll be six years next month yeah?"

Lucy had tears sitting on the edges of her bottom eyelids. If she blinked, they would fall. "Yeah."

"It gets better, yeah?"

"Yeah. Still sucks, but it gets better every year. I miss her."

"Me too. You know I liked spending summers at your house more than anywhere else. Aunt Rita's was the place to be." Jacob sounded wistful. Her mom had been like his second mother. It hurt them all when she'd passed away.

"Only because she let you use all the furniture in the living room to build a tent fort."

They both laughed at the memory of chairs and cushions and tables scattered over the floor as support for a massive tent that spanned the length of the living room. They'd spent most of their summers hiding in there with toys and coloring books and music. Her mom had loved music and always let them listen to old Motown records.

"You love him, Lucy?" Jacob asked.

She blinked and two fat tears ran down her cheeks as she looked out over the empty classroom. "I do."

"I still think it's weird, but your mom would have liked him."

"You think so?"

"Know so. But if he hurts you, let me know. I'll kick his ass."

Lucy laughed and wiped the tears away. "I don't know, Jay. I think he might be able to take you."

"He's all show. I'm a scrapper."

"Yeah, yeah. I need to go. I have four more book reports to grade before I can go home."

"God, you're so responsible. It's gross," he complained. "Have fun tonight. I think Loops might have a little surprise for you."

"What?" she asked right before she heard the dial tone.

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She pulled into her driveway and parked behind his SUV. He was already here? She glanced inside the vehicle as she walked by, expecting him to be sitting in the driver’s seat waiting for her to get home. She could smell someone grilling close-by, maybe one of the neighbors.

Unlocking the door to her house, the smell of food wafted into her nose. Someone was grilling here. How did he get inside?

“Honey, I’m home,” she called out.

She sat her purse and jacket down in the living room and made her way toward the kitchen. She almost ran into him as he came around the corner to find her. “Hey,” he said, grabbing her elbows to hold her steady.

“How did you get in?”

“Jacob owed me a favor. I wanted to surprise you with dinner.”

He was perfect. She had been crazy to think otherwise. “It smells delicious.”

“Chicken and grilled veggies. And salad,” he added, nodding at the gorgeous bowl of fresh salad on the counter.

“Wow, what did I do to deserve this?”

His arms were around her, pulling her up against him. “You’re you,” he replied, kissing her softly on the lips. It was innocent at first, but when he came in for a second kiss, his tongue cheated between her lips and then they were hot and heavy in the middle of the kitchen.

“I’ve got ten minutes until the chicken needs to be turned,” he whispered in her ear.

“I’ve got to get out of these clothes,” she replied, looking down at the brown slacks and cream blouse.

“Which is why I told you I’ve only got ten minutes.” He dropped his hands down to unbutton and unzip her pants.

Lucy grabbed his wrists. “Hey, what are you doing?”

“Helping you out of your work clothes.” He used his hands on her pants to jerk her closer before he pushed them over her hips and let them fall. “Think I can make you come in five minutes?” Joff asked as he started on the buttons of her blouse.

She put her hands against his chest to steady herself while she stepped out of her pants and shoes. He dragging her shirt down her arms as soon as she’d finished, leaving her in just her underwear. At least it matched. “I thought you said ten minutes.”

“The other five are mine.” He pushed her back against the kitchen table. She slipped up on the edge of it, thankful it was sturdy enough to hold her and then some. Joff was on his knees, pulling her panties down her legs. Her brain short-circuited at the realization that within ninety seconds of walking in her door, he’d stripped her of her clothes and was about to devour her on the kitchen table.

She gasped sharply when she felt his mouth on her pussy, his lips open and sucking her as he dipped his tongue inside to explore. He ran it up and down, flicking at her clit each time he came back up. He worked her rhythmically, repeating the motions until she was throbbing in time with his movements, climbing that hill so she could fly back down.

And then, when she was near the crest, he slide two fingers into her and curled them up. “Ohmygod,” she said on a hard exhale. He was fingering her g-spot while he sucked on her clit. She careened back down the other side of the hill without any control. Her thighs were pressed against his ears and her hips were off the table, pressed into his face. Her ears were filled with a roaring sound as she came down, like she was holding seashells up to them. As the feeling came back to her extremities and the rest of her senses returned, she could hear his soft moans as he licked her lower lips. She jerked because of the sensitivity down there after he’d made come so hard.

“How’d I do?” she asked when he pulled back.

“You mean how’d I do? Pretty good. Four minutes,” he replied, standing up and wiping his mouth and chin off on the sleeve of his shirt.

Lucy extended her leg out to a chair that had been pushed aside in his rush to get her on the table. “Good, I’ve got six minutes. Sit down.”

“I’m taking you on the table,” he argued as he unzipped his jeans.

“Sit down in the chair,” she said again.

Joff grinned at her and shook his head. “Yes, ma’am.”

Sliding off the table, she knelt in the floor between his knees and grabbed the waist of his jeans. “Lift up.”

He did as he was told so she could pull the jeans over his ass and down his thighs. His boxer-briefs went with them, revealing his fully erect cock in all its glory. Long, thick, and perfect with just the slightest curve to the right. Her mouth was watering at the prospect of what she was about to do.

Lucy grabbed the base of him in one hand while she enveloped the head of his cock with her mouth. She swirled her tongue around him and sucked like he was the juiciest, most delicious popsicle she’d had all summer. When his hand came up to cup the back of her head, she released him and dipped her head to start at the base and run her tongue all the way up his length. She kept her eyes on his, watching through her lashes.

“Damn, Lucy,” he muttered.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time,” she said before guiding him between her lips, taking every inch that she could until he hit the back of her throat.

“Fuck,” he cursed, his fingers flexing in her hair. She knew he wanted to grip her head and pump into her mouth, but he was too much of a gentleman. The thought was strange. She wouldn’t have thought he had that soft side to him a few months ago.

Taking mercy on him, she gave him what he wanted. Lucy gripped the base of his cock in her fist and bobbed her head up and down of the rest of him, hard and fast. Her saliva ran down her cock and she collected it with her hand as she pumped the rest of him each time her mouth lifted up to his head.

“Lu--Lucy,”

She just moaned her response, never taking her mouth off him. He was close. She could feel the way his entire body was strung tighter and tighter. And then, with a choked cry, he lifted his hips as her mouth came up onto the head of his cock. Lucy felt him spill himself in her mouth. She swallowed and licked him gently until he was clean.

“I can’t move,” he said, head resting on the back of the chair.

Lucy smiled and stood up. His arm shot out and and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her onto his lap. “I thought you couldn’t move.”

“I can’t stand. Sit here with me for a minute.” His hands were all over her, eventually pinching the hook of her bra so he could remove her final article of clothing.

“I thought you were on a strict ten minute schedule,” she said, arching into his touch when he cupped her breast in his hand and rolled her nipple between his thumb and index finger.

He looked at his watch and chuckled. “You win. Three minutes. We’ve got three more to waste before I need to turn the chicken.

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Lucy pushed the plate away and leaned back in the chair. “I’m stuffed. I can’t eat anymore.” She’d finished everything but a small piece of chicken and a couple pieces of broccoli."It was delicious, Joff."

"It's a little weird to hear you call me that when you've been calling me Lupul since we met. What? Two years ago?"

"A little more than two years ago."

He turned his bottle of beer on the table, observing the label. "I feel like I wasted all that time."

Lucy shook her head. "You were having a good time."

"Not as good as I could have had with you."

"I wasn't exactly sitting over here waiting for you to realize it."

Joff glanced up to meet her gaze. "I'm glad you came around. I'm crazy about you."

"I can hear the sound of the heart of every single girl in Toronto breaking."

He laughed and dropped his gaze like he was embarrassed. How was he embarrassed? He knew he was hot shit with his sexy body and his sexy job. Lucy knew women who chased hockey players in hopes that they could get a night or two even if they couldn't score the big prize--a ring.

"Why me?" she asked.

"Why not you?" he replied.

"That's not a real answer."

"Because I can sit here with you and feel happy and content without words. But when we do talk it's always about something interesting, something I want to talk about. And I want to hear what you have to say about those things."

He was making her blood pressure rise, but in the best way. She stood up and sat on his lap, letting her arms rest on his shoulders. Joff's hands settled on her hip and thigh. "Are you saying you respect a girl, Joffrey Lupul?"

"I am. But I should also say that I think about having sex with you almost every minute of the day."

Lucy giggled. "Oh, good. As long as we can balance out all that sensitive shit with some good old fashioned I-want-to-fuck-you."

His hands flexed on her. "Keep talking like that and I'll fuck you on the table like I was going to do earlier before you got bossy with me."

"Mmm, I might have had fantasies about you taking me on this table."

She was in a pair of pajama pants and a tank top without a bra. The bra seemed like overkill when she was looking forward to him getting her out of the clothes after dinner.

Joff didn’t reply to the teasing comment about having fantasies of sex on the table. Instead, he grabbed her around the waist and launched himself forward out of the chair. She was on her back on the table before she was even aware of what was happening. He was fumbling with the fly of his jeans, finally pushing them halfway down his thighs to reveal that he was already hard.

She lifted her hips up when he grabbed the grey pajama pants to pull them off. “Damn, you weren’t wearing panties,” he said under his breath.

“I was hoping this might happen,” she said with a grin.

Roughly, he grabbed her hips and bent his knees so he could guide himself inside her. No foreplay, no sweet words, just animalistic sex. She thought the table might break with how hard he was driving into her.

Joff laid his body over hers, slowing for a moment as he rocked into her. “Is it as good as you thought it would be?” he asked.

Lucy’s body was humming with every motion of his hips because his cock was hard and huge and filling up every bit of her. “Better,” she gasped. “Don’t stop.”

He grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. “Tell me you love it.”

“I love it,” she whispered, staring into his eyes. “I love you.”

The confession earned her a deep kiss that would have gotten her juices flowing if she hadn’t already been soaked from the way he felt inside her. Then he pulled back and slammed into her hard, using his hands on her thighs to keep the force of his rutting from sliding her back across the table.

“So close,” Lucy said, running the two words together.

“Come for me, baby,” he replied, urging her on. “I’m close, too.”

She did as she was told, a rough tweak from his thumb on her clit sent her flying off the edge, arching her back on the hard, wooden table. He held her down and road out her thrashing, wild orgasm before he unloaded himself deep inside her with a desperate grunt.

Joff had laid himself out on top of her. It was pleasant and comforting to feel his weight right after what they had done.

“I don’t ever want to leave your house,” he said. “You, me, music, sex. We can have food delivered.”

“You’ll get tired of it soon enough.”

His lips grazed over her jaw and ear. “Never. I want this forever.”

The soft words spoken so easily made her breath catch in her throat. Forever with him sounded like heaven. “Me too,” she replied, touching his hair. He’d just had it cut in the past week and it felt nice.

“I’m serious,” he said. “You want to go look at rings, I’ll propose tomorrow.”

She laughed. “Don’t jump the gun, Joff. Give it a week.”

He lifted his head and grinned at her. “A week and you’d agree?”

Lucy rolled her eyes. “Shut up, Lupul. And get me off this table.”

Laughing, Joff stood and pulled his pants up over his thighs, but didn’t button them. “Take a shower with me and then we can go to bed. I was too tired to enjoying just lying in bed with you last night.”

Lucy grabbed her pajama pants and followed him down the hall to her bathroom. He’d joked about proposing, but her heart was still galloping at the thought of it. It was crazy and way too soon, but maybe one day. He was the first guy where she actually could say that to herself. Maybe one day.

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