Chapter Fifty-One: Quiet

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Luke:

Trying to stay quiet when Ophelia and I are fucking is actually rather difficult.

I only really realized how noisy kissing can be when I started making a conscious effort not to be overheard by Fee's family. Like, does the wet, mushy hum our mouths make always bounce off the walls like that? Shit, I hope not.

I love the sounds that come from her when we have sex. Her moans and whimpers, cries and sighs. The way she coos my name, strangled and breathless, when I'm really deep inside her. Except today she tries really hard not to make those sounds. I guess it's kinda hot, though, knowing we could get caught.

Well, actually, the thought of Uncle Gavin knowing that I'm screwing his daughter right under his roof is pretty fricking terrifying. And unfortunately, Fee's bed is super squeaky. A long, slow thrust of my hips against hers and the wooden frame creaks, and a sharp breath hiccups past her lips, and I bury my groan into the soft, clammy skin of her shoulder.

Her little fingers sift through my hair, wander over my shoulders, slide down my back. I bend down so I can suck one of her pink nipples into my mouth, and this super sexy hiss of strangled air spills from her, and she bites her lip really hard to stop from squealing.

Her hands roam over my spine then drift lower, down to hold onto my ass. "Please, Luke," she whispers, squirming and arching beneath me, "More."

I rock myself into her again, harder, except it's so fricking loud. Fuck. The wet squelching sound of her pussy, the slap of my balls between her legs, our heavy breathing, the screech of the mattress shifting beneath us.

"Someone's gonna hear us, Feelz," I rasp into her ear, squeezing my eyes shut. Freaking torture. She's so warm, and slick and tight and I just wanna... well. I just wanna fuck her, I guess. Faster and deeper than whatever useless thing it is we're doing right now.

"I don't care if they do." She nuzzles her head against my shoulder, presses up against me, wiggles her hips desperately. "I need it, Luke..."

"Fuck, Feelz..."

Well, RIP my dick. And my balls. Hopefully before Darce and Uncle Gavin bang down the door and castrate me, I can have one last orgasm. Might as well make it worth it.

With her fingers clutching onto my ass, I slide out then push back in, hard. Her breathy, wobbly moan just kills me. I want to hear it again, and again... Our hips buck frantically together, our breaths tear past our lips in heavy huffs.

The bed groans.

The headboard taps hauntingly against the wall.

Ophelia's high-pitched whimpers tangle with my gruff grunts. We keep our mouths close together, our noses nudging, hoping to dampen our noises into each other's faces.

"Don't stop, Luke," she begs softly, hoarsely. She tilts her head up to fit our mouths together and she just tastes so sweet. Fuck, I'm gonna miss her when I have to move away.

I reach between us so I can rub my fingers through her folds, massage her clit the way she needs me to. She grinds herself up into my hand and I touch her more quickly, with more pressure.

I swear that being inside her is the best feeling in the entire universe. Suddenly, I remember earlier when she wanted to try it without a condom and a sharp jolt of electric heat spears my groin. Imagining how soft and slippery she'd be wrapped around my bare cock is just... too much to handle.

My thrusts become messier, clumsier. She jerks her lower half in time with my movements and her boobs shake, her eyes are screwed shut with pleasure.

I still don't exactly know what I'm doing with this whole sex thing. I mean, I guess it's simple enough. Put the condom on, make sure she's wet enough, then stick my dick inside her and... move around a bit. Make sure I give her clit some attention, too. And her nipples. And I think she likes it when I talk to her, too.

"Feel so good, Feelz," I grumble raggedly against her cheek.

"I love it when you're inside me, Luke," she breathes. Our mouths fit sloppily together, and a low rumble echoes through my chest when her teeth sink into my lips.

It hardly lasts a few minutes between us. I think I've improved since the first couple times but it's still... short. Fuck, I wish I could go longer, make her feel good for longer. I usually have to work her up lots with my fingers and mouth before I finally push inside her, otherwise I won't be able to make her come.

Sweat collects at the nape of my neck, along my hairline. My insides twist, I can feel how tight everything is getting, how high. "You almost there?"

"Uh huh," she nods. "Just a little more..."

"Shit, Fee..."

"Oh, Luke..."

Just when I think I'm gonna fuck this one up, I finally feel her clench and ripple around me, feel the gush of warmth that erupts between her legs. I try my hardest to keep it down as I release myself into the condom. Her fingers yank at the top of my hair and I nestle my face against the top of her tits, make an effort not to squash her as all the tension flows away.

Winded and sticky and satisfied, we hold onto each other for a long time. Her arms wrap around me so tight and she burrows her face into my shoulder, like she doesn't wanna let me go.

"I love you," she whimpers into my skin, sniffling. When I lean back a bit to look down at her, there are tears streaming down her face, and her eyes are all splotchy and pink.

My heart makes this weird, painful wrenching feeling beneath my ribs. I try kissing her tears away. The salt of them tastes bitter on my tongue. "I love you too, Ophelia. I love you so much." Ugh, fuck, my throat's getting raw.

Why does loving someone have to hurt so bad?

I finally pull out of her, and she grimaces a little, pinches her thighs together. I get rid of the soiled rubber and then lay down beside her. She curls up against my chest and her tousled hair tickles my nose. "Will you sleep here with me tonight?" she snivels.

"Sure." Maybe that way, I can sneak out really early in the morning, when her family is sleeping, so that I don't have to run into them. Preferably ever again.

She cranes up to kiss me. I keep her tucked real close, float my fingers down her back, over the round, smooth swell of her bum. And then, her stomach gurgles, super loud. In spite of how sad she seems, an embarrassed giggle bubbles from her.

"I... didn't eat dinner," she murmurs. I remember how when I got here earlier, she told me that she wasn't talking to her parents. Which is really not like her, actually. They usually always get along.

Against her forehead, I suggest, "Why don't you go grab something? You can bring it back here if you don't wanna talk to anyone. You should really eat something, Fee."

She purses her lips together and admits, "They bought my favourite food for supper." She chews on the inside of her cheek and her forehead scrunches up, and she looks almost guilty.

"Is everything okay?"

She exhales a tired stream of breath. "We had a fight." Her cheek presses into my chest and her voice is really soft as she explains. She sounds kinda like she wants to be angry, but like she isn't actually. "They weren't taking me seriously. They treat me like I'm just a kid. Like I can't make important decisions by myself."

"That's too bad," I sympathize. "But I mean, they were probably just trying to do what they thought was best for you, you know?" I shrug. "I feel like our parents are the same. They just care a lot."

"I just wish they'd treat me like an adult for once," she complains. "They still talk to me like I'm a child sometimes. It really annoys me."

I don't want to make her feel crappier or anything so I try to sound really gentle when I suggest, "Maybe you can... talk to them about it? You know. I'm sure if you told them how you felt, they'd understand."

She sounds resigned and sheepish when she acknowledges, "Yeah. I... probably overreacted. I was just so angry and sad."

"I'm sorry for making you feel sad, Feelz." I hate that I have to hurt her like this. And she was probably fighting with her parents about this whole thing too, which means it's also kinda my fault that she's mad at them.

"It's not your fault, Luke," she insists. She always manages to read my mind like that. She strokes a hand through the back of my hair and the tenderness of her touch makes everything glow warmer. "I'm happy for you, I promise. It's just..." She sighs. "...you know."

"Yeah, I know."

I'm gonna try to make her feel better, tonight. Try to make myself feel better, too.

Mm. Sex feels really good. Having lots of sex sounds really good. It would be a solid plan, if we had more than one condom left.

And then there's the squeaky bed situation. Maybe I could take her back to my place? But I don't know how her parents would feel about that and I definitely don't want to get in the middle of anything.

"I'm gonna go get some food," she decides. "I'll bring you some too."

I know I should offer to go with her, keep her company but... I really don't wanna have to face Darcy right now.

"You should ask your brother for more condoms," I tell her, only half-joking. "Or steal some from his room."

She shudders and blushes. "Not gonna happen. Ew. Ew."

"He'd probably die."

"Well, in that case..."

Our laughter mixes together, makes things feel lighter. Eventually she concedes, "If he's gone out, I might sneak into his room. Maybe." Her face pulls up in disgust. "He's such a slob. What if I find something totally bleckh in his room?" Her face pales and she whispers, mortified, "Like his porn collection or, used condoms or something?"

What if Darcy has a fleshlight or a cock ring or... The thought makes me want to bang my head against the wall. The worst part is that I wouldn't be all that surprised.

Honestly, Ophelia probably wouldn't know what it was if she saw it. What if she gets curious and touches it—ugh, fuck. I cringe and it makes her giggle some more.

I think I should stay out of Darcy's bedroom at all costs.

Better her than me, I guess.

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A/N:

Hi guys. Big-ish news. It's with a heavy heart that I've decided to put H&M on a temporary hold until I finish SOS. Smoke of Sighs has a lot more momentum at the moment, and it's where I'd like to focus my energy. If I make it clear that H&M is on hold, it makes me feel less guilty for not updating. Thanks for understanding! ❤️

[Update Jan 2021 — H&M is still on hold indefinitely. Thank you for your understanding as I take a step away to prioritize other responsibilities in my life.]

XOXO Ami

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