He shrugged. “Take it how you like because I’m done talking about their asses. Why don’t you bring that ass here,” he growled at the same time he pulled into his driveway, parking.
It took me a moment to realize we’d gotten there so quickly. Thinking about how fast we’d arrived was lost when Luke reached over, wrapped his hand around the back of my head and pulled my lips to his.
The kiss reignited the burning in my low belly that desperately wanted him in between my thighs. I groaned almost painfully when he pulled away to get out of the car. Following suit, I climbed out of the car and met him in front, his lips falling to mine again.
We somehow managed to make it inside of his place, in a tangle of arms and legs. After flicking on the light, Luke pulled my blouse out of the waistband of my skirt, connecting the tips of his fingers with the skin of my belly. My breathing grew erratic, from the way his mouth stole every ounce of oxygen I somehow managed to breath in.
Suddenly, I was lifted and on instinct I wrapped my legs around something hard. His waist.
We were moving. Or rather, Luke was moving and I, like the tide that has no say in whether it flows with the movement of the moon, was carried away with him.
I shoved my fingers into his hair, digging in to massage his scalp. He moved his hands from my waist down to my backside, gripping it and me closer to his body. He carried me up the stairs.
If common sense had been on my side, I would’ve stopped to consider this man was carrying us both. I should’ve offered to walk, but that would require breaking the connection we had. I wasn’t too keen on that, and by the way Luke held firmly to me, he wasn’t either.
I didn’t know how much later, could’ve been five seconds or ten minutes, but there was a loud thumping sound and then Luke’s feet padded against a carpeted floor.
Bedroom.We were now in his bedroom.
Slowly, his grip loosened from my body and my legs slid down the length of his waist, thighs, and finally to the floor. He never broke the kiss.
His hands went to my waist and I raised my arms, allowing him to easily remove the blouse I wore. After tossing it to the ground, he went for the clasp at the back of my skirt, while I reached my hands underneath the shirt he wore. Feeling the hard planes of muscle and flesh there, I moaned.
Pushing his shirt overhead I examined his tattoos again. The one on his chest of a car wreck that read ‘Asshole 4 Lyfe’ stood out.
“Is this for your crew?” I asked with my lips against this, covering the tattoo with my palm.
“Enough questions,” he growled against my lips before stripping me of my skirt.
Though dismayed by his response, when he made decisive work of disposing of my bra, exposing my hardened nipples to the cool air, I forgot about anything aside the pulse of need passing through my body.
Luke pulled back and strutted over to the nightstand by his bed, pulling a condom out of the top drawer. I snatched the contraceptive from his hand before going to my knees in front of him.
Looking up, I caught the surprised expression on his face. Grinning to myself, I unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them along with the briefs he wore all the way down. A rush of air flew from my mouth when I was almost smacked in the face by his member. We hadn’t been together since the first time and I’d convinced myself that I’d over exaggerated how big Luke was in my mind.
But no. The man was packing.
My mouth watered as I leaned forward, licking the tip of his cock. He sucked in air and his body tensed, emboldening me. Instead of taking him fully into my mouth, however, I bent even lower, and ran my tongue down the underside of his member.
“Fuck, Syd,” he whispered.
My nipples pebbled to the point of pain.
While not one to brag, I knew giving head was one of my specialties. I was good at it primarily because I enjoyed pleasing my partner. Studying Luke’s body, I listened for every groan and tensing of his body, to learn what he enjoyed. I worked, getting his dick nice and soaked in my saliva before sliding my lips firmly around him. I bobbed head up and down his length, being careful not to let him get too deep, since this was only a warmup.
Luke’s hand moved the back of my head, pulling my hair.
“Easy, Syd, unless you want me to detonate in your mouth.”
Looking up at him with his cock still in my mouth, I slowly began to pull back. Luke’s gaze locked with mine. His jaw clenched tightly, and he looked as if he was barely holding onto the shred of control he had.
He took a step backward allowing his cock to spill from my lips on a popping sound. Swallowing, I tore open the condom wrapper with my teeth and rolled it over his girth before standing.
As soon as I rose to my feet, Luke tugged my body flush against his, kissing me, before he pushed me down onto the bed. My gasp of surprise barely got out before he climbed over me, pressing me back against the bed.
“Luke,” I yelped when I heard a tearing sound. “You ripped my panties.”
“So,” he said before stealing another kiss.
