Mymouth.
It filled me with quiet pride—that I could undo a man like him, making him lose control. Luke’s head tipped back, his mouth parted, breath catching as each sensation pulled himcloser to the edge. I pushed down my gag reflex as his hands slightly led me deeper and deeper, his tip tickling my throat. I wanted him inside me down there, too. But not as much as I wanted this.
“Fucking hell, Hazel. You’re gonna ruin me.” Luke grunted through closed teeth.
“Do you want me to stop?” I pulled back enough to get out the words.
“Not a fucking chance.”
I moaned around him with my mouth full, sending vibrations through his length, which made him utterly mad with pleasure. He repositioned himself in a seating position.
“Did no one teach you not to talk with your mouth full, sweetie?”
I felt my pulse going crazy. My tongue traced the veins on his cock, relishing every groan. His hands slowly slid into my hair, controlling my pace, guiding me.
“God. I’d gladly make this my screensaver.” Luke wrapped my hair around his fist and made a couple of thrusts. My mouth contracted around him, conducting pleasure through our bodies like electricity.
Suddenly, Luke gently gripped my neck, lifting me just enough to let him go and meet his gaze. I licked my salty lips, and his gaze got dark. There was no trace of his flirty persona anymore. Just pure lust.
His other hand slipped between my thighs in my panties, fingers circling my clit. I spasmed, but he held me just as I needed him. His finger slid inside me effortlessly, and my hand cupped his palm, putting pressure on my center and gripping him deep inside me.
“This is what you wanted?” His voice was low, steady, and somehow more dangerous with the way his eyes locked onto mine. Like he needed to watch me fall apart.
“You wanted me to lose my mind? Like this...” He thrusted deeper, stealing the air from my lungs. Thoughts dissolved. All that remained was the unbearable pressure coiling tighter inside me, his fingers teasing me open, his thumb brushing the sensitive hollow of my neck, claiming every inch of my attention. My body arched toward him instinctively, chasing more, needing more, completely undone by the way he moved, the way heknew.
Just moments ago, I was in charge. How had he flipped it so fast?
With a sharp movement, I pulled his fingers away and pushed him onto the couch, taking him deep in my mouth again.
“So you want to be in charge?” His voice strained. “Fine by me. Come on top of me.” I protested, but Luke tightened his hold, slowing my movements.
“You have ten seconds before I change my mind. After that,Iwill be in charge. I’ll make you come so loud you’ll be ashamed to look our friends in the eye tomorrow.”
Wow.Just wow.
I used up my ten seconds fully, with him losing the last ounce of patience and dignity. “Come to me, Hazel. Please,” he begged this time, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back. I climbed on top of him. I was as ready as I’d ever be, with my lips swollen. He sank into me slowly. I gasped, nails digging into his biceps.
“You can take it, sweetie. I know you can.”
I squirmed a little, trying to find the right angle, and after a moment, he was fully inside me.
“You can take on anything life throws at you. You can take on the Universe itself,” Luke whispered against my neck, melting me from inside and out. We were both holding on to each other for dear life. He pulsated inside me, full to the last inch. For a moment, we just held each other.
No words. No movements. Nothing but two hearts.
Then, a small, almost unnoticeable thrust from him enlivened me again. I cried out.
“Yes, Hazel, you’re right. You’re not shy,” he breathed against my ear, fingers pressing into my sides like dough. “You’re perfect.”
So are you,I wanted to scream.
He brushed his lips on the delicate spot between my throat and my shoulder, and I shivered. I felt a pleased chuckle from him. His tongue on my neck was my weakness, and he definitely had figured that out.
I started to move. It was easier to control the speed and depth with me on top of him, and I noticed he let me. Luke’s body stayed molded against mine, following my lead. Pressing me close when I slowed, lifting me when I quickened.
“Come with me, Hazel,” he begged as his mouth found my nipple, and I arched in his hands, gasping.
“I’ll help you. You can do it.” He bit my jaw and licked it while pressing my knees together. I buried my screams in his shoulder as his sharp thrusts sent me spiraling. We were both extremely wet from the sweat dripping, but his hands were holding me so tightly; there was no room for us to be apart. I never wanted this to end.
