“I’m on birth control,” I tell him. He pauses and flicks his eyes up at me. “And I’m clear to go without one if you are.”
“Me too,” he says. He takes one last look at it before tossing the foil package back on his nightstand. We already have so many rules between us, I don’t want anything else. I want to feel every part of him.
He climbs over me, his knees spreading my own apart, and puts part of his body weight on me. Not enough to be suffocating, but enough that I feel well and truly pinned in place by him.
I startle as his tongue traces a line from between my shoulder blades, up the back of my neck, and to my left ear. It sends a shot of electricity through me. My pussy is already aching for his touch again as his fingers tease between my thighs and gently prod my opening.
He spreads my arousal around which causes my hips to buck, still oversensitive. But then his hand disappears and moments later, his cock notches at my entrance. With one hand bracing his body weight and the other guiding his cock in, he slowly starts to push forward.
I arch my back, grateful for what the extra conditioning has done for my ass, to help give him easier access. Slowly, he stretches me, and I exhale as he fills me inch by incredible inch.
“Yes,” I sigh, relishing in the full feeling and the skin-on-skin contact. He pulls back slightly before trying to feed me more. But I’m already so full, and I knuckle the sheets.
“You better hold on, baby, ‘cause I’m not even all the way in yet.”
Fucking hell. My forehead falls against the sheets, and suddenly all my senses are flooded with his smell. My knuckles turn white gripping the side of the bed as Luke slowly inches in more.
“God, you feel better than I fucking dreamed.”
“You dreamed about this?” I peek over my shoulder.
A vein bulges in his neck as he tries to hold himself back. “A lot more than I should’ve,” he admits.
“I have too. I—” Realizing what I was about to reveal, I clamp my mouth shut.
“You what?” he pushes.
Well, it doesn’t really matter now, does it? Not as he’s currently thrusting into me. No going back. “I touched myself to the thought of you.”
He stutters for a moment. “Jesus Christ,” he mutters and bottoms out. “When was this?”
I’m so full of him it’s hard to think straight. “I don’t know.”
He slaps my ass, most definitely leaving a handprint.
“Maybe like a month ago? I was watching your highlight reel, and I don’t know, I just couldn’t get you off my mind.”
His chest meets my back, our hot skin rubbing together, as he snakes an arm underneath my own and once again grabs my throat. I swallow around his grip, and he gives it a gentle squeeze. “Next time you need to get off, you call me, understood? Either I’m going to be the one to take care of it, or I’m going to listen while you do it to yourself.”
Holy shit. Every thought vacates my brain as I become wholly consumed by him. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?” He squeezes.
“Yes,Coach.”
He pulls his hips back, leaving just the tip of him in, before thrusting forward and filling me again. He builds a steady rhythm, and with the slight pressure he maintains on my throat, a second orgasm begins to swirl in my core.
I cling to the sheets with one hand while I desperately claw at the hand at my throat with the other. Each thrust seems to hit deeper and deeper. His lips find my ear and he nibbles it softly. The sensation of it goes straight to my clit, which brushes against the bedding with each roll of his hips into mine.
“I think I’m going to—fuck I don’t know if I can.” I’ve never finished twice before, and the strength of the stirring in my lower stomach almost scares me. “I, fuuuuck.” My eyes slam shut as every bit of my focus goes to my core.
“Yes you can,” Luke murmurs in my ear. “You can, and you will, baby. For me, you will.”
He slams into me over and over again, the impact shaking the bed and me to the very fibers of my being.
“Luke,” I cry, right on the edge and swaying in the wind, waiting for that final nudge.
“I want to feel you come around my cock, baby. Do it. Give it to me.”
