And neither of us want that.
I press my thighs together, anticipation making my heart race, and Luke clocks the movement. His jaw clenches and fists tighten around the wheel.
We arrive at his apartment and ride up the elevator in continued silence. Once we cross the threshold of his place, the door shuts with a soft click, and Luke presses his back against it. I turn and stare at him, waiting for him to make the first move.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” His voice sounds like it’s been raked over hot coals, and it sends shivers down the length of my spine.
I nod slowly and slip my coat off. It pools on the floor. I kick off my boots and grab the end of my sweater before slowly dragging it over my head. Luke watches me the entire time, eyes drinking in every inch of skin I reveal. I toss the sweater on thegrowing pile of clothes and stand in front of him in my bra and jeans.
His hands ball at his sides. “Your pants.”
I pop the button and slide them off as well. As I stand here almost completely naked though, I don’t feel shy or exposed. I push my shoulders back, and my loose hair falls over them. The way he’s looking at me…like I’m forbidden fruit he can’t wait to taste, has goosebumps exploding all over my skin.
“Your turn,” I say, my voice sounding husky and foreign to my ears.
But instead of stripping and finally giving me an unobstructed view of his body, he charges forward, throwing me over his shoulder. I squeal and cling to his back. “What are you doing?”
A sharp slap on the ass is the only answer I get.
He stalks to his bedroom and tosses me onto his bed. The effortless way in which he does so sends a thrill through me. I mean, he was a professional athlete, but still. I’ve never been with someone who can toss me around like that.
I kinda love it.
He grips each of my ankles and pulls me to the edge of the bed. I yelp in surprise, but it’s cut off as I watch him sink to his knees in front of me.
Fucking hell.
His eyes blaze with desire as he hooks a finger on each side of my panties and peels them down my legs. I try to close my thighs, the feeling of being so utterly exposed in front of him too much, but he shoulders them apart.
“Keep these open for me.”
And like every other order he gives me, I do my best to obey. His hands hold them down as his head dips, and slowly, he licks a trail from my inner thigh up, up, up…
I squirm under his hold, but I can’t take my eyes off of him as he finally, gently but purposefully, flicks his tongue over my clit.
“Fuck,” I murmur and prop myself up on my elbows. His fingers dig into the flesh of my thighs as he dives in stronger. Each swirl of his tongue reverberates through my entire body, and when he groans against me, my back arches on instinct.
It’s embarrassing how quickly my orgasm builds. I glance toward the ceiling, trying to stave it off, but then Luke thrusts two fingers inside of me. He curls them and adds pressure that has me seeing stars. I cry out, my body writhing beneath his hold, but he has no problem keeping me pinned.
“Luke,” I whimper and immediately clamp my mouth shut. The last time I said his name right as I was about to come, he pulled away and left me on the precipice. I don’t know if I’ll survive if he does it again.
But he doesn’t stop. His eyes flare, and I have to look away. My head drops back against the bed, but I tangle my fingers in his hair.
“Don’t stop,” I beg as he sucks my clit into his mouth, expertly flicking his tongue back and forth.
He hums, and the vibration makes me jump. “I won’t,” he promises. “Come for me. Let me see you shake. Show me how well you listen.”
I detonate. My body is completely out of my control as my legs stiffen beneath his hands, and I convulse with each wave of pleasure that washes through me. The sounds that are ripped from my throat echo off the walls, but it spurs Luke on.
He continues to stroke my clit through my orgasm, which prolongs the pleasure but quickly shifts to pain.
“Too much,” I beg and push on his head. He chuckles darkly, and after one last long, purposeful lick, he relents. When he sits back on his heels and looks at me, his lips and chin are glistening with my release.
The look in his eyes is downright feral, and when he stands, I see the evidence of how badly he wants me. His cock strains against his pants to the point where it looks painful.
I’m slightly dazed, and he seems amused by it as he smirks down at me. He slaps my thigh. “On your stomach.”
My brain is barely functioning enough to follow his simple direction. I turn over on shaky arms and lie in the center of the bed with my elbows propped beneath me. Luke shuffles around behind me, and I peek over my shoulder at him. He’s got a condom out and is about to tear it open.
