Cold Feet

Chapter 9 - Operation Rescue Hartford

“Beautiful,” Luke said breathily before lowering his head again to lick the bare lips between Lorelai’s thighs. “So soft,” he sighed, when he pulled back again. Lorelai simply smiled and raised her hear to look at him, her hands buried in his hair.

Luke ran his tongue enticingly up Lorelai’s crevice, flicking every so slightly at her clit, and watched as she moaned. With his thumbs, he pulled her lips apart and groaned deep in his throat when he saw how her pink skin was already moist and glistening. Unable to hold back, he lapped at her from bottom to top, savoring her flavor. When his tongue reached her clit, he sucked it into his mouth and laved at it with his tongue. Lorelai’s hands tightened in his hair and her thighs clenched with effort to stop from squeezing them tightly around Luke’s head.

“You’re-you’re so good at this,” she whispered breathily, arching her back and digging her head into the pillow.

“Love it down here,” Luke responded with a chuckle. He reached an arm up to cup a rising breast in his hand, but continued to focus his attention between her legs. Lorelai raised a trembling hand from Luke’s hair and grabbed his hand grasping her breast, forcing him to squeeze her harder.

Luke’s other hand, holding the lips of her pussy apart, relinquished their ‘V’ formation and moved to fill her, slowly sinking in both fingers. Lorelai hummed in the back of her throat, starting to lose herself to the sensations he was stirring within her.

“In me,” she gasped, “now, Luke!”

“Gonna make you,” Luke said quickly as he came up for air, “come first.”

And with that, Lorelai’s muscles closed in around his fingers and she screamed out as a forceful orgasm took hold. Luke groaned, grinding his bare hips into the mattress, desperate to enter her. He quickly rose to his knees and placed himself at her entrance, Lorelai had gone lax from the pleasure and stared up at him dreamily.

“Ready?” he asked with a happy quirk of his lip, then slowly sank into her warm, wet heat with a sigh. He lowered his body upon hers and Lorelai promptly wrapped her arms around him. Fully sheathed in her, Luke took a moment to enjoy being in her with her arms wrapped securely around him.

“Going to move?” she asked, starting to undulate her hips.

“Feels nice here,” he explained happily, his forehead resting against hers.

“Mmm,” she responded with a smile, giving Luke a fluttery feeling low in his belly. Their moment was cut short with the annoying ring of Lorelai’s cordless phone on the nightstand.

“Ignore it,” Luke said heatedly, starting to move his hips, trying not to care that someone was calling Lorelai at 2am. After the torment of waiting to make Lorelai climax first, Luke wasn’t sure how long he was going to last and didn’t want the moment ruined by a phone call.

When the ringing finally stopped, Lorelai sighed and bit her lip. Luke’s phone began to buzz from his jean’s pocket on the floor, he groaned from the worried look in her eye and reluctantly pulled back.

“Whoever it is, they’ve got great timing,” he grumbled as he searched the floor for his pants and his phone. Lorelai rolled to her side to watch him, laughing as his stark white naked butt danced before her. “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself,” he groused, spinning as he found his phone, to show her his full throbbing cock.

Lorelai pulled him towards her as he flipped the phone open, and when he said, “hello,” she had him securely in her mouth. He surpresed the next groan and struggled to stop himself from thrusting forward.

“Luke?” he heard on the other line.

“Y-yeah,” he said softly, unable to stop from running his free hand through Lorelai’s silky hair.

“It’s Dean.”

“Do you have any idea,” Luke said on exhale, trying to be angry, but failing, “how late it is?”

“I need you to come get me and Rory,” Dean responded, almost panic-stricken.

“Kinda busy,” Luke said, his voice husky as he looked down at Lorelai’s bobbing head, marveling as his dick kept disappearing and reappearing from her mouth.

“We’re at that club, we drank too much... please Luke, it’s getting a little scary down here. We tried Lorelai, but she didn’t pick up.”

Luke snorted at that, but groaned when Lorelai pulled away from him, looking up in question. Who is it, she mouthed.

“Fuck, fine,” Luke said into the phone, before hanging up. He fell to the bed next to Lorelai and sighed. “I have to go to Hartford.”

“Was that your, your... your guy?” she asked him timidly, her arms crossed insecurely over her belly.

Luke sighed again, taking in her suddenly slumped shoulder and arm position. He was too tired to deal with this, a throbbing cock, his suddenly insecure girlfriend and drunk boyfriend somewhere in Hartford that suddenly needed his attention. Not to mention his girlfriend’s daughter’s new lascivious hobby that her mother probably didn’t know about.

“He’s at some club, drunk, I’m just going to go get him, bring him home.”

“What club?” she asked, staring at the carpet. “And what was he doing calling my house first?"

“He--Lorelai,” Luke began. “I’ll, can I... Can we talk about this when I get back?”

“Fine,” she grumbled, standing to gather her pajamas from the floor.

“If you’re not happy with this situation,” Luke shot at her, standing, suddenly angry. “I told you to tell me!”

“It’s fine, Luke!” Lorelai shouted back, close to tears. “Just go!”

“God dammit!” he griped, his erection suddenly hardening again from his rage. “We’ll talk about this when I get back!”

“Fine!” she shouted again, her back to him as he left her bedroom naked, with all his discarded clothing lumped in his arms. He dressed quietly in the living room, cursing himself for his hastiness, as he was without his flannel or boxers, but not willing to go back upstairs to Lorelai. Slightly uncomfortable, going commando with a hard-on still throbbing in his jeans, with only a grey t-shirt over his chest, he quickly donned his boots and stalked from the house, locking the door behind him before heading to his truck.

The drive to Hartford was less than pleasant. Luke was spilling over with a frustration and anger he couldn’t clamp down on, only adding to the throbbing in his pants as his sensitized skin rubbed against the now warm metal zipper. It was eighteen agonizing uncomfortable minutes, and he hoped to hell that no one noticed the uncontrolled bulge in his jeans. God dammit, he mentally groused, why the hell did I go down on her like that? Why didn’t I just fuck her and get it over with? If he’d had an orgasm, this might be a little easier.

When he reached the club, Dean and Rory were standing out front, their arms insecurity wrapped around their own torsos, unknowingly shadowing Lorelai’s position from earlier. The pair climbed into his truck with a drunken stagger, with Dean in the passenger’s seat and Rory in the middle. Rory took the opportunity to snooze on Luke’s shoulder with her hand resting on his upper thigh and Luke almost lost his mind from his throbbing cock and his girlfriends daughter’s napping hand softly running up over his denim clad leg. He kept repeating in his mind, this is wrong, this is wrong, this is wrong, and tried desperately to blame his still straining erection on Lorelai.

First he dropped Dean off at his parents house, and bit back the bile in his throat when he thought about how his boyfriend still live with his parents. Fuck, he needed to end that sooner rather than later, it was so wrong. And Rory was still resting on his shoulder, her hand still rubbing his thigh! Did she realize how close she was to his erection? He could have sworn she moved that hand closer to his manhood when Dean exited the truck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, he said repeatedly in his head, as he drove to Lorelai’s. He prayed that getting Rory into the house and into her bed wouldn’t turn into a fiasco, he prayed that Lorelai was asleep and would stay that way. He knew how angry she would be, if she found Luke dragging Rory into the house at 3am, and not just any, a Rory with a skimpy tanktop on, no bra from the looks of it and the shortest skirt he’d ever seen. He prayed to God she had underwear on, and cursed himself from even contemplating her underwear. When he looked down again, he saw a white stain on her black mini skirt and cursed some more, when did his little girl in fairy wings turn into a nymphomaniac?

His heart was pounding by the time he got back to her house, and he thanked whatever god he could think of for that fact that his internal ranting had finally half-diminished his straining erection. Maybe he wasn’t such a monster after all?

He pulled Rory from the truck, cradling her in his arms, as he fumbled to unlock the front door and bring her into her small bedroom adjacent to the kitchen. He placed her in her bed and searched around for pajamas, Lorelai couldn’t see her kid like that. He found an old threadbare flannel nightgown in her closet and slipped it over Rory’s head, not willing to try to undress the drunk girl, but losing his train of thought when Rory spread her legs wide, showing him that she did indeed go commando that evening. He pulled the gown down over her perfectly hairless little--over her thighs, with a yank, exited and returned a moment later with a glass of water. He did an internal cheer of success at mission complete and started to leave her room, but then he felt a hand grasp the back of his t-shirt.

“Luke,” came Rory’s soft pip-squeak voice.

He sighed and turned around, Rory rested her grasping hand on his hips. “Thanks for saving us,” she said. Luke tried desperately to ignore her roaming hand as it started to rub his upper thigh.

“I’m gonna go,” Luke told her trailing off. Rory stuck her fingers in his pocket and held on.

“If there’s anything I can do,” she whispered, rubbing her thumb over his zipper and the slight bulge there, “let me know.”

“You can go to sleep,” Luke managed to reply, gulping, trying to pull back, disgusted at the part of him that wanted to stay.

“Luke,” she said saucily with a smile, rising to her knees. “Stay.”

Rory, now on her knees before him, her hands on his chest, stared him in the eye and moved her lips towards his. The gown she wore was fully unbuttoned and one side fell over her shoulder, revealing a fully erect nipple barely contained in that skimpy tank top.

Luke’s heart was pounding, he grabbed her wrists and started to push her back.

“Oh my God!” Lorelai’s voice rang out behind him and Luke’s heart dropped from his chest to the floor. He pushed Rory to the bed and spun to the door, racing to catch Lorelai as she sprinted up the stairs.

“Lorelai, stop! Jeez, nothing happened!” he shouted as he reached the top hot on her heals.

“What the fuck is going on Luke!” she cried, holding herself up on the door frame. Luke’s heart clenched as he took in her shaking knees and pale complexion.

“They were drunk! Fuck, I just picked them up, okay!”

“Who?” Lorelai asked, almost hysterical.

“Rory and Dean!”

“Why the fuck was my daughter with Dean?” She asked, almost screaming.

“What... they’re, I don’t fucking know! Ask your kid!”

“My kid that you were just hitting on?” she cried, crouching to her knees and clasping her abdomen. “I can’t believe this is happening!”

“I wasn’t hitting on her, she came onto me!”

“Luke, you realize, you just said Rory came onto you! Do you even know Rory?”

“I think you should be asking yourself the same fucking thing!”

Lorelai bit her bottom lip and slowly rose back to her feet. “Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. My. House,” she said angrily, but almost cool and calculated, digging her fingernails into the doorframe.

“Lorelai!”

“Now! We’re done!”

Luke in turn bit his own bottom lip, drawing blood, as he sprinted down the stairs and out of the house.