“I’ll take care of you, sweetheart,” I reply, the endearment popping out unexpectedly. I can feel her getting closer and I take this moment to slide two fingers inside her, curling them towards me as I find her g-spot. I work her with precision, fingers and tongue worshipping her in a relentless rhythm as her orgasm builds. She cries out, thrashing slightly as I keep her pinned down and at my mercy.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chants like a prayer, and I feel her walls start to flutter around my fingers. I’m so hard it hurts, but I need to feel her come first.
A few moments later, I feel her orgasm crest and I suck hard on her clit as she shatters around my hand. She arches her back and lets out a full-body scream as I groan and work her through it, wringing out every last second of her pleasure until she goes limp on the bed.
“Luke,” she pants, eyes still closed. “Get naked. Immediately.” She opens her eyes, and her voice is hoarse. “I need to feel you inside me.”
CHAPTER 20
Emmy
I’m pretty suremy soul has just left my body. I’ve never come that hard – or for that long – in my life. Not with Colin, nor Lotus, or any of my toys. Luke’s unlocked something within me that I didn’t know was even possible until I was screaming out my orgasm.
He’s still in his shirt and trousers – why is that so hot?! – but I need to see him naked. Right now.
He stands, unbuttoning his shirt with slow precision before shucking it off and stepping out of his trousers. He drapes his clothes neatly over a chair, then faces me in nothing but black boxer briefs already straining with his impressive length.
He’sbeautiful. The bedside lamp has him lit like some sort of renaissance painting. His broad shoulders, the light dusting of hair over his chest, the abs that have just enough definition to be swoony without saying ‘I live in the gym and only eat poached chicken’ – he’s the perfect package. Best of all, he’s looking at me like he wants to devour me and I’m only too happy to oblige.
“Get over here.”
My body feels boneless. He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and frees his cock – thick, proud, a beadof moisture glistening at the tip. I’ve never wanted anything inside me more.
He climbs up over me on the bed, caging me in as he kisses me deeply, letting me taste myself on his tongue. His stubble is still damp with me, which is simultaneously scorching hot and absolutely filthy. He grinds his cock against my clit as he palms my right breast and I moan as I feel myself spiralling upwards again. He smiles against my mouth, then breaks away to grab a condom out of his bedside table. He rips it open and rolls it down his shaft before looking back at me with heat in his eyes.
“You ok?” he checks, eyes hooded with lust.
“You sure that thing will fit?” I reply, licking my lips. He gives me a lopsided smile.
“It’ll fit.” He runs his hand down my torso and then traces his fingers through my centre, causing a full body twitch. “Emmy, you’re soaked.”
I whimper as he notches his cock at my entrance. I take a deep breath and he gently pushes inside me. The sense of fullness is immediate, bordering on sore, but he moves slowly, peppering my neck with kisses as he lets me adjust. For a few moments, we’re just looking into each other’s eyes and breathing, mouths open as we stare at each other. I sigh as my body relaxes around him. When he begins to move, it feels like the point of no return.
I lean up and press a soft kiss to his lips, a hint of reassurance that I’m here, that I want this. He closes his eyes as he returns the kiss. Then his hand moves to my hip and he begins a rhythm that has me seeing stars. I’m still sensitive following the life-altering orgasm and I can already feel the start of another wave building.
He buries his head into the crook of my neck as we move together, my hips rising to meet his every thrust. I’m pretty sure I’ll have fingertip bruises tomorrow, the way he’s gripping meand angling his thrusts to hit that perfect spot inside me. I’ve never been fucked like this before, by a man who so obviously wants to prioritise my pleasure. I’m all but writhing underneath him, panting as he winds me up higher and higher.
This isn’t even about Luke being good in bed, though academically, he clearly is. I’ve never felt so seen, or so wanted. The blaze in his eyes as he looks down at me says it all.
“Fuck,” he says, finding my lips with his. He lets go of my hip and his hand comes up to my throat, resting his fingers either side without squeezing. It’s an act so possessive that I whimper into his mouth with need. I can’t hold back any longer and he knows it.
“Come for me, Emmy,” he commands, his eyes dark as he looks into mine. Within seconds, I explode, my pussy gripping his cock as another orgasm wracks through my whole body. I’m fisting the sheets, body bowing as I cry out with the force of it. He follows me over the edge a moment later, going still for a moment with a soft “fuck”.
He collapses down onto his elbows, either side of me, and his forehead falls to mine. We lay like that for a few moments, still joined, as we each catch our breath. He lays a soft kiss on my lips and slowly eases out of me, getting up to deal with the condom before disappearing into the ensuite. I lay there, utterly boneless, and stare up at the ceiling before closing my eyes.
I hear the sound of the shower starting up and Luke reappears in the bathroom doorway, naked in all his glory.
“Come here.” Luke holds a hand out. I blink and try to will my muscles into action, sliding off the bed and walking almost clumsily towards the bathroom. I can tell my legs are going to ache tomorrow in the sweetest way. He swoops an arm around my waist and pulls me to him, kissing my temple as he steers me towards the shower. He guides me around the glass partition,and pulls me under the spray. I gasp as the hot water cascades down over my shoulders.
The marble space is huge and it’s the perfect size for two, but we still crowd each other under the same stream. Luke pours a generous amount of shower gel into his palms and runs his hands down my body, pausing to cup my breasts and tease my nipples again. He gives me a small smirk as he continues washing me, getting down onto his knees as he massages each of my legs in turn. He’s washed all the bubbles away by the time he reaches my tender pussy, and he takes a moment to gently sluice water over me.
No one has ever taken care of me like this and I feel a sudden urge to cry. I bite my cheek in horror at the thought, sticking my head straight under the spray to stave off the tears. I cannot proposition my brother’s best friend for a purely physical, no-strings hook up and then proceed tocryin his shower because he’s shown me the first sign of intimate affection I’ve had in years. The thought makes me feel even sadder and I hiccup slightly into the spray as the roar of the water drowns out both sight and sound.
When I finally pull my head back and gasp in some oxygen, he’s standing before me with a look of concern all over his face. His hands come up to cradle my face and he traces a thumb over my lower lip, which is threatening to wobble again.
“Hey,” he says, softly. “I told you that you never have to hide from me. Are you ok?”
“Yeah,” I reply, swallowing the lump in my throat. “Just a bit overwhelmed, I think. That was incredible, Luke. I loved every minute of it.” The concern doesn’t leave his eyes but he gives me a smile that has my stomach swooping.
