“Luke,” I whine.
This has never happened to me before. I’ve never been so aroused that I couldn’t think straight. Couldn’t focus on anything besides rocking against the hardness between my legs and wishing there were no clothes between us.
“Daisy, before you get in your head, answer me this, and answer it quickly.” I nod once, and he continues. “Do you want to come?”
I bite my lip and nod again.
“Words, Daisy. I’m going to need you to use them,” he grunts.
“Yes, Luke. I want to come,” I admit shyly.
He exhales sharply. “Good. Now use me. Take what you need, Daisy. Get yourself there.” I look down and see that Luke’s sweatpants have a damp spot. I’m almost overcome with embarrassment when Luke speaks again. “Yes, Daze, your pussy is fucking drenched, but you can’t take all the credit. I’ve been slowly leaking in my underwear feeling your heat on top of me. And if we’re not careful, we might be the only people on the planet to make a baby while keeping our clothes on.”
I shake my head as I discreetly rock myself on top of the wet spot. “Your cum between my legs won’t be a problem. I’m on birth control,” I say mindlessly, growing more brazen as I slowly continue my ministrations.
I swear his chest vibrates as he brings his hands to the headboard, a whispered “fuck me” escaping his lips before he speaks directly to me again. “Widen your legs. Make sure your clit is rubbing on the crown of my cock, and don’t stop until you’re coming on top of me.”
I scramble to do what he says. I bear down and rock over him shamelessly as my hands come to rest on his tatted chest.
I’m burning up, feeling like I’m about to burst.
“Fucking hell, look at you. Riding me so fucking well.” His voice growls as he somehow manages to take over without laying a single finger on me. His hips thrust up once, twice, brushing the spot where I need him most, and that’s all it takes.
I shut my eyes and detonate.
I come harder than I ever have before, screaming his name at the top of my lungs as my nails claw into his chest, my legs shaking beneath me.
My body continues to ride out the high, and him, with abandon.
My eyes fly open when Luke stills below me with a masculine-sounding grunt, the vein on his neck looking strained as he jolts one last time under me.
Oh God, Luke came too. In his pants.
His chest rises and drops heavily beneath my hands, my fingers having created small crescent moons on his skin with my short nails.
He watches me cautiously as we catch our breath. “How do you feel?”
A quiet laugh escapes my lips, followed by another one. The motion has me accidentally brushing up against Luke again, and we both hiss.
“Oh, you know, the usual. Not bad for rubbing up on my friend in my sleep like a true creep and coming all over his pants. How’s your Monday morning going?”
He shakes his head, lips twitching. “If anyone’s the creep here, it’s me. I was awake. I could have stopped you.”
“I don’t think I gave you much of a choice.”
“We always have a choice, Daisy,” he says softly.
“Yeah, but you didn’t even touch me.” I fear a tiny bit of disappointment bleeds into my tone. I quickly try to overcorrect. “Not like you would, of course. Because you’re my friend, doing me a favor.” I wince at my pathetic choice of words as I finally find my strength and move off Luke to stand by my side of the bed.
I eye the mess between his legs and feel my face burning up.
It’s now his turn to stand, but his eyes are locked on mine as he rises to his full height and walks around the bed. I need to tilt myhead back to maintain eye contact, and I’m glad for it, because it means I won’t be caught ogling him again.
“You’re right, I didn’t touch you.” His knuckle taps under my chin once, forcing me to angle my face higher as he lowers his.
My eyes dance between his lips and eyes. “Exactly. Because we’re fr-friends.”
He shakes his head once, his nose faintly brushing mine, voice dangerously possessive. “As much as I’d love nothing more than to fuck that word out of your vocabulary, I won’t. Not while you’re still wearing his ring.”
