My Way Out

Chapter 6- Why would he lie?

Deborah’s POV

The moment Lucas leaned heavily on me, I felt a strange mix of protectiveness and uncertainty. He was still pale from the hospital, his weight warm against my side as we both stepped into the house.

I held onto him firmly but my eyes kept flickering to the door he has distracted me from. The one down the narrow hallway, with faint scruff marks and new looking lock.

The door was calling me with each faint sound I heard from there. I couldn't resist the urge

“What's behind that door?” I ask softly, trying to sound casual but my curiosity was about to explode within me.

Lucas paused just for a second. “It's a storage room,” he said. But he said it too quickly. Like it was an over polished answer.

I raised my eyebrows in shock and more confusion.

This is what questions does. Just make you want to know more.

A storage room with reinforced locks eh?

He gave me a crooked smile, one that didn't reach his eyes. “You know me, I overdo things.”

It was like he could hear my thoughts.

“Uh huh.”

"I mean explain the door handle twitch-"

“Deborah…” Lucas looked at me with fully heavy fatigued eyes. “I am barely upright right now. Can we please not do this today?”

Push Deborah, there's something off.

Every instinct in her body was telling her this. There was something more to the house, to Lucas. It was too secretive, too careful.

But when I looked at him, when I looked deep inside him I saw the fear in his eyes. I could see that his hands were trembling, his lips was pale and the weight in his eyes.

I nodded reluctantly. “Whatever you say.”

He smirked, but I could sense the grace of guilt behind it.

The atmosphere softened as the evening went on. Lucas insisted that I stay the night. “Please I don't want to be alone, Deborah.”

“Fine then,” i moaned in defeat. “Always have to seek my attention now don't you?”

I agreed because I couldn't leave him in this state. He was too vulnerable and part of me…

I can't believe I am about to admit it…

Don't want to leave.

We slowly made our way to the living room and was met with the humming of dim lights above. Wine glass half full on the coffee table. Lucas sprawled in the couch one hand behind his head and the other holding his glass.

I sat curled at the other end with my legs tucked beneath me.

“You always begged for my love,” I teased, while taking a sip from my glass.

“If you can give me one occasion where I indicated that I loved you,

I'll kiss you.”

I chuckle at his challenge. “Well then it seems you have won without the game even starting.”

“I think that's was the point.” He smirked at me with the softest brown eyes. Those eyes reeled me in line I was stuck in sinking mud. Not wanting to escape but, wanting it to engulf me.

“You remember the time a senior tried to ask me out?”

“You'll have to be more specific, you had a lof of guys pull their pants down just for you.”

“Haha,” I roll my eyes off him sarcastically.

“We were in 9th grade and I was on my way to maths class.”

“Ah yes, Trevor, the captain of the football team.”

“You know they said love can make people do the most craziest things, and I didn't ask you to prove it,” I laughed out loud making him chuckle and bow down his head.

“He was so obsessed with you, and he was too persistent for my liking.”

“First of all, Dad, you don't get to choose who I go out with. Secondly, he was sweet, besides he was the hottest guy in school back then.” I argued back moving my head from left to right as I make each argument.

“Well I do, and he wasn't, also I was too.”

“You didn't have to fight just for me, he was twice your size back then.”

“I know,” he sulked back into the couch, putting one leg on top of the other. “I wanted to send everyone a message.”

“Some messages were better not sent,” I laughed nudging him playfully on the shoulder. He was beaten into a pulp. I had never seen anyone receiving more beating in my life. “You always did that, anytime a boy asked me out, you magic appeared out of nowhere and tell them to back off.”

“Ever since I first laid my eyes on you, I have loved you, I will always love you and I still love you.”

I smile softly. He didn't have to tell me but I always knew. Lucas knew me too well, it's like he had become a part of me.

“Well, there are auditions coming up soon, so if you want to take the position of my boyfriend you'll have to forward your CV to my email,” I say mocking his voice.

He doesn't say anything he laughs hard. A bit too hard. I feared it might hurt him a little.

I smile when I see that he was okay.

He stretched out his hand snd it lands on my knees. “Let's go to bed, please.”

I nodded and I took his hand as we both made our way to his bedroom.

His bedroom was quiet, the heavy curtains were drawn,.soft light spilling from the lamp onto the night stand. I sat on the edge of the bed while he peeled of his clothes one by one.

I could see his muscles, not too lean not too muscular but just perfect. It matched his height. I wished I could trace my fingers along those veins, they were popping out beautifully like streams of rivers as seen from the sky above. Talk about those shoulders, you'd think that Lucas was s model in his previous-

“You're staring,” he mummered.

I look away embarrassingly. I think I did.

“And so what if I am?” I gather courage to fight away my embarrassment.

“I love this new look you have.”

He moves closer to me each step making my heart beat louder, and louder.

He cupped my cheeks. “I want you to spell me.”

“Ookayyy… M…E…” I look up in confusion as he looks me square in the eye.

“You forgot the D.”

“There's no D in me though,” I argue back with a WTF face.

“Not yet there is.”

I smirk at his vibe. “You must watch a lot of Wild N -.”

His lips met mine without warning, but this time there was no teenage awkwardness, no stolen time or hurried glances and no one to interrupt us. This was grown up, mature, deliberate and slow.

He kissed me like he needed me and I kissed back like I needed him just as much. We needed each other like the world had worn thin and we were the only places that was soft.

My fingers lingered in his hair and slid down his neck and onto his chest. As the kiss deepened it moved over his shoulders pulling him closer.

He broke the kiss and started nibbling on my neck and I whispered his name like a prayer. “Lucas…”

“Yes my love…” he responded with the same reverence.

I lifted my knee up and it made contact with his c**k and might I say it was very large. I slowly brought down my knee and looked him in the eye as I started rubbing his c**k in a circular fashion. His moans started filling the atmosphere as his d**k erected.

“My, my, my, Junior is already so big,” I tease.

“Well you can't blame him no can you?” he smirked.

As I continued rubbing his d**k I could see a bit of precum through those black trousers of his.

I kneel down in front of him and slowly unzips his pants leaving him with just his boxers.

“Punish me baby,” he winks at me as sits on the bed.

“Don't worry, when I am done with you, you'll be begging me to stop.”

I start rubbing his d**k up and down slowly and he sits up and starts kneading my breasts. Our touches became more urgent and out soft moans breaking through the silence.

“Lay down and let me dance on your lap.”

“Yes ma'am,” he smirks as he puts his hands behind his head and lies on his back.

I open up his legs and mount up carefully trying to my hardest not to rip my tight skirt. As I sit on his c**k a hard cold chill went down my spine, I didn't know if it came from Lucas or me.

He puts his hands on my waist allowing him to guide my waist up and down his hard c**k. His eyelids start meeting together as his moans out my name like a my worshipper. “Deborah…”

“Not yet baby, not yet. Let's savor this moment.”

He glared at me piercing me with those eyes.

“Ready?” I slowly remove my top while biting down on my bottom lip. I remove my skirt slowly afterwards I remove my bra and panties to show him my naked body.

In response he takes off his boxers as I slowly walk towards him, exposing the full length of the c**k.

As I walk towards him to sit on him the faintest thud is heard from the hallway.

I turn as I noticed that Lucas heard it too.

“Do you know what Deborah? I have had enough.” He marches to his bathroom to give me a bath robe as he

is already enclosed in one.

We march towards the door. “Do you want to know what's behind the door?”

He unlocks the reinforced locks and opens the door.

Oh…

Awkward…