Chapter Twenty
Tayler
Three times. That’s how many times Luke Green did the kinds of things I’ve only read about. Having sex with him is like having sex with a professional. LOL. Okay, that’s not what I meant. It was like a master class inthe sex. Compared to Dylan… well, let’s just say I didn’t know what I was missing. Now that I do, though, I’ll never be able to unsee it or undo it again. If things don’t work out between Luke and me, I may have to get some cats. Just sayin’.
His voice is soft, “You awake?”
Luke sleeps funny. Like half on his stomach, half on his side. I’m a back sleeper, so most of the time we actually slept, he had one of his arms flung over my middle. He pulled me in until my hip was touching something of his. Ordinarily, I’d prefer to sleep on my own side of the bed, but something about Luke makes me crave his skin touching mine. Maybe it’s due to the fact that the guy has walls so this… well, this feels intimate, private, personal.
“I’m awake.”
He rolls to his back, pulling me along with him. By the time he’s on his back, I’m half on top of the guy. I spot it immediately. He’s hard again. My goodness, the man is a machine. “Again?”
His big warm palm is on my lower back, right above my ass. Or it was. Now it’s sliding down over one cheek, then back up my spine to my neck. Repeat. Damn, it feels amazing. He’s doing it so slowly, and it’s making me warm all over. Laying my head down on his chest, I use my own hand to do something similar to him, only to his front. I let my hand discover all of the ridges of his abs. He’s got a glorious body. He should volunteer as a model for the life drawing classes at the design college. They’d have a field day with his bod.
I follow the line of blond hairs down to his thick, long dick. The second I slide my palm down the length, it bobs and grows even more.
“Babe.” Luke’s palm is still moving, but since I’ve been touching him, it’s been mostly on my butt. He squeezes one of my cheeks and I squeak. “You gonna put your mouth on me or what?”
I peer up at his face and smirk. “You want my mouth on you?” I pump my hand up and slide my thumb over the head.
With a deep groan, he says, “More than you’ll ever know.”
I adjust my body so I’m right above his cock. Lowering, I look up at him as I swipe my tongue over the head.
“Tayler.” It comes out as a hiss, and it propels me on.
I taste him, then smile as Luke’s hips jump up from the bed just a little. Dylan loved getting head. However, I didn’t enjoy doing it. Not to him, anyway. Doing this with Luke is a different story. For one thing, Dylan never reciprocated. Ever. But since Luke already did that during round two ofthe sex, then it’s only fair. Besides, hearing a man like Luke Green hiss your name is something to behold.
I lick his shaft from the base to the head again, moaning a little myself. It’s empowering, this effect I’m having on the man. At the top, I wrap my lips around him and use my tongue at the base of the head.
“Jesus, fuck,” Luke says, gritting his teeth. “Do that again.”
I don’t do exactly that. Instead, I remove my mouth and lick from the bottom up again, then wrap my hand around him and pump up and down twice. With my mouth around him again, I press down as far as I can go, which isn’t far (I don’t have deep-throat skills) and suck as I move back up. I feel Luke’s palm that was on my ass move down to my crease. My turn to moan.
“You’re so fucking wet. You like sucking my cock?”
I moan again, and he rewards me with his fingers. One and then two inside, pumping in the same rhythm as my mouth. I love it. I’m close to climax when he removes his fingers. I quickly lift my head in protest. I blink when he attempts to lift me by the hips.
“Straddle my face,” he says like it’s an order.
Adjusting, I find myself doing something I never, not in my wildest imagination, thought I’d do. That’s right, ladies and gents, I’m 69-ing with Luke fucking Green. His hands are back on my hips, pulling me closer to his face. I should probably cringe imagining what I must look like from that vantage point, but I’m too turned on to care. The second his tongue touches my clit, I arch my back and give him my own hiss. “Yesss….”
“Suck my cock, babe.”
Returning to my task, I feel more urgency than I did before. I’m still chasing my orgasm, but I do my best to concentrate. Once we get that rhythm going again, I crack first. Still unable to do two things at once, I throw my head back and practically scream as the orgasm hits me.
“Holy shit,” I say with a laugh.
Before I know it, Luke’s got his hands beneath my arms and I’m being lifted and turned to face him, my knees on either side of his hips. I guess we’re doing it this way. “Lift up.”
I push up as he positions himself at my center. I stare down at his cock. “Condom?”
“Fuck.” Reaching to his right and opening his nightstand drawer, he fishes around for a few seconds and cusses again. Rolling, he leans over the drawer and cusses again. “Motherfucker.”
“You out?”
With a sigh, he flops back onto the bed. “I don’t suppose you’re on birth control.”
