With slow, balanced movements, I stand and lift my left leg, propping my foot up just like he asked. I can feel the moment my lips spread, and even if I couldn’t, the look on Lukas’s face says it all.
He moans, leaning back slightly to rest against the shower wall. A low, exaggerated, “Fuck,” leaves his mouth, and he stares, unable to tear his eyes away from me. “Go on,” he says,gesturing with his chin. “Rub your clit, first. Tell me how good it feels. Make my cock jealous that he doesn’t get to feel you.”
It’s my turn to whimper, and I do as he says, running my hand over my stomach, sliding it down in between my legs. I’m already so turned on from his words, from his seriousness, that the moment my fingertips touch my clit, I buck.
“That’s right, baby,” he grunts, watching as I slowly swirl my fingers over my clit. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Mmmhmm,” I mumble, my eyes falling shut the faster I move.
“Ah, ah,” he tsks, clicking his tongue at me. “Slow down, baby, we’re in no rush to leave this room, and you know I like a show.”
Every nerve ending of mine is on fire. I could add a little pressure, swirl my hand a little faster, and I’d come within seconds. But he’s right, he likes a show, and I’ve always loved giving him one. There’s no better feeling than when I know Lukas is watching me. Not the feeling of the stage lights warming my skin. Not the roar of a crowd as I take my curtsy after a performance. None of it compares to when I’m alone with him.
Pulling my hands from my pussy, I offer my fingertips to Lukas. He whimpers, and without hesitation, he leans forward, pulling them past his puffy bottom lip and into his mouth.
“Suck.”
He willingly obeys, swirling his tongue, getting my fingers soaked for me.
When I pull my fingers from his mouth, we can both see how wet they are, and he curls his hand around my wrist, guiding my hand back down to my core. Lukas presses my fingertips to my lips, moving around in slow, firm circles.
I moan and lean my head against the side of the shower for balance.
“Just like that, sweetheart,” he rasps. “Fuck, that feels good, doesn’t it? My dirty girl, always wanting to touch herself to please me.”
I nod, the side of my face rubbing against the cool shower wall as I do. When he commands, I move my fingers lower, twisting two of them deep inside me. The movement has my hips arching forward. The foot that’s next to him nearly slips, and he reaches out to hold onto my hip, his fingertips digging into my skin.
He murmurs his appreciation as I pump my fingers, and in that low, commanding tone of his, he tells me when to slow, when to speed up, when to spread my stance so he can see what I’m doing to myself.
Lukas curses again, something similar to a growl leaving his chest. “Fuck, baby, that’s right. Fuck your hand and tell me you wish it was me.”
I whimper, biting down on my bottom lip. “Lukas, shit,” I hiss, pumping my hand faster. His grip tightens, pulling me to him, letting me lean my weight against his core. His mouth finds my chest, and he nips my skin, tongue darting out to lick the tender spot once I gasp. I’m so close to him, the back of my knuckles hit his body when I pump my fingers faster, and I can feel my orgasm sparking.
“Feels so good,” I whimper. “Too good.” I open my eyes and look down at him, craning my neck to kiss him.
He brushes his lips against mine. His tongue traces my mouth before his hand leaves my hip to grip his cock. He strokes it slowly, and I look down, wishing like hell we could have sex right now. Suddenly, the water is too hot, the steam too much. My face is flushed and I’m panting, rolling my pelvis against my hand. “I’m going to come, Lukas.”
“You’re going to come,” he says, his grip on his cock quickening. “You’re going to make yourself come, and then you’re going to drop to your knees and take me in your mouth.”
“Yes,” I whimper. “I want that. So badly.”
“Such a good girl,” he rasps, and his words are my undoing. I come so hard, I gasp, falling into the side of the shower. My orgasm drags out, and I’m nearly dizzy with the feeling. Lukas covers my hand with his, forcing my fingers deeper, giving me something to clench around as I ride out the last bit of it. And then, like the good girl I promised him I am, I fall to my knees. I grip his cock as he grunts, dragging my tongue along the length of him before taking him deep. Breathing through my nose, I adjust my jaw, opening up to take him all the way. My eyes slam shut when I feel him hit the back of my throat.
A trembling hand comes to grip my jaw, and Lukas brushes his thumb against my cheek. “Eyes on me, baby.”
My eyes flick up to his, finding the muted gray has a little more life to it. He keeps our focus on one another, and I pump my hand, the edge of my fist hitting my mouth with each powerful stroke. I can see the veins in his neck stand out, the muscles of his gorgeous body tense, and then he grunts, grimacing as he comes.
I swallow every last drop, everything he will give me, not stopping until his lids become heavy, and his hand covers mine, gently pulling out of my mouth.
I rest my head on his knee, my chest heaving in and out as he leans against the wall of the shower, doing the same. The water has started to run cold over my back, something I hadn’t noticed a minute ago. Lukas raises his hand, brushing back the wet hair from my face. “I love you, Mags. I don’t…” he trails off, and I can see the whites of his eyes turn blotchy. “I don’t know what mess I would have made of things if you weren’t here.”
I stand up, holding both of his cheeks in my hands to press a kiss to his lips. “I’m always going to find a way to be here for you, Lukas. You won’t ever have to face something alone.” I work my eyes across his face, making sure he understands. “I will always be there, but there is also a world of people downstairs who want to be there for you, too. You just need to remember to let us in.”
Once we get dressed, I carefully change the bandage on his shoulder and help him back into his sling. I throw on some sweats and run a quick comb through my hair before we walk downstairs.
As we enter the threshold of the living room, all conversations come to a halt. I look over at Grayson who was mid-sip with a cup of coffee. He has always been the quietest of the Hart siblings, the one I know the least, I’d say. But his eyes are gleaming at the sight of Lukas freshly showered and out of bed. He nods once at me from behind his coffee cup; his version of a thank you for what he sees.
I look over at Lukas who is staring at his mom. Her long brown hair that’s now streaked with gray is a tangled mess in a braid that hangs loosely over her shoulder. She takes off her reading glasses and rests them on the top of her head.
