Lucy's Boo

Chapter 8

Morning seems like it wasted no time. Still wearing our clothes from the night before, Irv and I remain in the same position as we were when we drifted off to sleep, him holding me close and I wrapped around his legs, face buried in his chest. I feel him begin to move underneath me. I unwrap myself allowing him to escape and readjust in the bed.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Irv sits up and stretches, not before leaning over and giving me a sweet morning kiss.

“Good morning.” An overwhelming need to stretch came over me as I rolled over and looked at the clock. 8am. Sheesh it’s still early. I look out the window to see a clear morning sky stretched across the city skyline. As I sit up and rest against the headboard, I grab the binder off of the nightstand next to me.

“I’m starving! Would you like me to order you something?”

“Hmm. I don’t think you are on the menu.” I can see the devilish smile on his face out of the corner of my eye.

“Hey. I see you and whatever you are thinking, scratch it. Not happening.” He never takes me seriously when I say things like that. 

“Ok. Ok. Just know I’m going to get that ass later.” He hops up from the bed and makes his way to the bathroom.

“An omelet sounds great. Do you want one?” Pure joy in my voice. Food.

“Yea, I’ll talk one and a coffee black.” Irv yells from the shower. 

I call down to the front desk and order our room service. I manage to be able to take a shower in peace. Last time I set foot in that shower, it ended with me bent over the vanity with ass cheeks spread apart and all the life being tongued and sucked out of me from behind. Just thinking about it still reverberates down below. With my hair still damp, I make my way to the living room area. Irv has nicely set up our breakfast out on the balcony. 

“Just in time.”

I walk out to the balcony, overlooking the busy intersection below. I take a seat. The display is too pretty to eat. Fresh fruit strategically arranged. The smell of coffee calling my name. 

“Here. I’m sure you are eager to get some of this.” Irv hands me a coffee cup. I take a sip.

Heaven.

“This looks amazing.” My stomach is ready to jump out my throat. Irv takes a seat across from me. Sitting there in his white tank top and basketball shorts, face freshly trimmed, I can’t help but think about him bending me over this fruit platter and having his way with me. I mean, you would think after last night, I wouldn’t want to have anything to do with him, his tongue, or his d**k and yet that is all I have been thinking about. I take a bite of my omelet, savoring the burst of flavors in my mouth.

“It must be good.” Irv says with a grin. “You’re dancing in your seat.”

My grin is huge. 

“I couldn’t have asked for anything better. Has to be my top favorite omelet right now.” 

I enjoy my breakfast. Irv watches in amazement as I clear my plate.

Shaking his head, “where do you put it all? I still have half of mine left.” 

“Beats me. All I know is I’m happy and full.”

I clean up our area and place the empty trays outside. I notice that the DO NOT DISTURB sign is on the door. As much noise as I was making the evening before, I’m surprised we didn’t have any complaints or knocks at the door. I grab the remote and flop onto the sofa.

“Today is going to be one lazy day.” I reach over for my phone. Missed calls and messages from Mario still flashing across my screen. 

Delete.

I see a message from my mom. I text her back letting her know I am ok and that I would be home later that evening. I grab the remote and start flipping through channels looking for something interesting. I settle with HGTV.

“How is it that people can afford million dollar homes and have regular jobs? Makes no sense.”  Irv is still out on the balcony, so I’m basically having this conversation with myself. Eventually, Irv makes his way inside and sits next to me on the sofa. He grabs my legs and places them across his lap. He softly begins to rub my feet. The strength in his hands are perfect for a task such as this one. He pays attention to each foot equally, making sure not to miss the balls of my feet and my arches. 

“This is about as satisfying as breakfast.” I mumbled under my breath. He must have heard me because he started making his way up my legs. He already has easy access as I am sitting in shorts and a t-shirt. As he is massaging and kneading my thighs, I find myself scooting down further onto the sofa, resting my head on the arm rest. I am no longer focused on the home improvement shows tv.

"Breakfast was filling, but I think I might need something top me off." 

I can feel every word he spoke tickle my inner thighs. Surely this man cannot be in the mood for more. I don't know when, if ever, I have been this magnificently drained by pleasure. He gently grabs the waistband of my shorts and pulls them down, exposing my freshly shaven Lucy and all of her glory. He repositions me. On his knees in front of me, Irv lifts my legs and pushes them back. His lips place hot kiss all around her. The stiffness of his tongue explores my inner portions. I can feel my insides begin to hum. I notice that he is taking his time. A peaceful pace, making his rounds starting at the top of my c**t, finishing just above my asshole, hitting every spot in the middle. I begin to squirm underneath him. He tightens his grip around my ankles, settling them by my ears. 

Shit. I can't move. 

I am bent like a human pretzel. The sounds of him making out with her is music to my ears. He moves, positioning himself with one knee next to me, and now one hand holding my ankles.

"Open your mouth." Irv says looking down at me. I know that look. I might not survive this one.

 I open my mouth and he places two fingers in it. When he feels that I have moisten them enough, he takes his fingers out and rubs them across my c**t, flicking it slightly. I can't make a sound as the pressure of my legs against my chest won't allow for it. I try to move. I can't. His fingers begin drawing shapes, faster than his tongue was, not fast enough to make me come. My juices are flowing and he takes his fingers and slides them inside.

In and out. In and out. In and out. Faster and faster. 

In. Out. In. Out.

Mercy!!

He puts his fingers back in my mouth. Allowing for me to taste my own goodness.

"See how sweet you taste?"

He lets up just enough for me to cry out a yes.

I can see him reaching into his pocket and pulling out a golden shaped egg with a wire attached to it and a remote on the end. It begins to buzz. He rubs the buzzing golden addition up and down my Lucy. It makes me want to jump off of the sofa. My girl is throbbing. Ready to detonate. There is so much going on down there. I don't know where life ends and heaven begins. He is so fluid with his transitions. Never missing a beat, moving from beside me to in front of me. I now have his tongue and this vibrator teasing and pleasing me. He even spends some time loving on my asshole. The orgasms hit me. HARD. I squirted all over his face.

That was a first!

Irv sucks up all of my nectar. I come again. He lets my legs down after he sees that I am utterly drained. I have no words. I grab the pillow off of the floor and roll over, still laying in my own wetness. I close my eyes. 

Sleep.

Dozing, I can see Irv going back and forth. Once with a hot wet cloth, spreading my legs and wiping up the mess he had created, then again with a blanket. He covers me, leaving me with a kiss. 

That sofa slept better than the bed. Maybe that was because I had just had an out of body experience in this very same spot. I awake to see that it is now almost 2pm and Irv is nowhere to be found. I would have left too if  I just orally f****d someone into unconsciousness. I sit up, wiping the drool from the corner of my mouth. I walk to the bathroom. So glad he isn't here. I look like hot s**t. 

The splash of cool water on my face wakes me up fully. I brush my hair into a ponytail. I hear Irv coming through the door.

"Meredith?" He calls out.

"In the bathroom. I'll be out in a minute." I hurry to get myself together. Turning corner, I am greeted with a huge bouquet of red roses, already in a decorative vase.

"For me? Aww...they are gorgeous. Thank you." My heart is warmed by the gesture. He has never really been the one to buy gifts, but the few that I have received over the time we have spent together have been extremely thoughtful and emotionally welcoming.

"You have held your own this weekend. I felt like I needed to get you something to show how much I appreciate you going along with my flow."

He does have a point. My body was not properly prepped for what we encountered since arriving yesterday. I must say, due to that fact, I am very please with myself. I subconsciously stand up straight. Proud moment right here. 

"Oh, and I got you something else." I can hear the excitement in his voice. He hands me a small black gift back. I at the bag and back at him.

"Even though I am grateful for whatever is in this bag, please don't let it be some type of s*x toy." 

He reaches his hand back out as to take it back. I instinctively snatch it back away from his grasp.

"Nope. Mine."

I sit on the edge of the bed. Inside of the bag is purple tissue paper. My favorite color. I remove the paper. My eyes instantly grow big. 

"What?? What is this?" My voice unsteady as I reach into the bag and pull out a greeting card, a Tiffany's jewelry box, and $20,000 in cash.

"Read the card." Irv takes a seat next to me, holding items and leaving just the card in my hand. I open it.

    Meredith:

    I want to let you know how absolutely amazing you are. I have watched you grown over the years, and I have become more and more infatuated with you. The times that we spend together are moments that I think about  constantly. You have been through so much with school and trying to make your way in the world, that I wanted to do this for you. Don't worry. I have no extra expectations of you, other than you continuing to do your best in school and keep me company from time to time. What's the term? Sugar Baby, I think. And I won't take any of it back.

    All My Love,

    Irv

I sit there stunned. Frozen. Not able to think or move. Hell, I'm barely breathing. Tears begin to fall from my eyes. He scoots over closer to me and wraps his arms around me. 

"I don't know what to say." I said between my sobs.

"There is nothing for you to say. I know how guys of this generation can be complete d***s, and I know your father wasn't the best in setting an example of what you should expect should from a man. Our relationship is unconventional, but I care so much about you and never want to see you hurt. If I can provide a space for you to be yourself and release all of yourself when needed, then I am ok with that. I know eventually, one day, someone will come and try to sweep you off your feet. I want to be the standard that he has to live up to." 

He cups my chin, raising my lips to meet his gives me most gentle of kisses. He takes the same hand and wipes the tears that have puddled below my cheek.

"I...I." I sigh. "Sugar baby, huh? I could be worse things at this point." I give him a half smile, letting him know that I am ok with everything. He breathes a sigh of relief. He was right. My father was constantly moving around because of work. When I was younger, I wished that I could go with him because I hated not being able to spend that quality time together. Whenever he was home, it never felt like it was long enough. I believe that shaped my approach to guys. 

Time equaled Love.

I make my way to his lap. Gazing into his eyes, I can see the love that he has for me. I feel the same. He wasn't my forever and I wasn't his, but in this moment we were each others only and we were going to do whatever was necessary to protect our special bond.

"I have an idea. Let's do lunch at the CineBistro. I am sure there is something good out that we can watch." I stand, grab his hands, pulling him so he would stand up.

"Babe, whatever you want to do is fine with me." And with that, I jump throwing my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. He greats me with a bear hug and a flash of his pearly whites. 

"Cool. Now put me down. I got to get ready. Seems to me like I've got a date." He sits my down. Leaving to gather my clothes for the day, he gives me a smack on the butt. 

"Don't start! We have somewhere to be." I said with my firm, yet sexy voice.

"It's ok. I can wait. Just know its coming."

Irv walks out of the room. I go and freshen up. An hour later we are heading out again, hand in hand, enjoying our newly established situationship.