Chapter Two
Fallon
I am a dirty little hoe.
It took all of five minutes for me to say goodbye to the girls and to leave the club hand in hand with Luke. We didn’t even order a drink first. The pair of us rushed to make it to his apartment, which just so happens to be only a few streets away. He’s lucky I didn’t jump him there and then on a street corner. He all but pulled me along after him in his haste to get me somewhere a little more private. Throwing me steamy glances now and then along the way.
Now, I’m standing in the middle of his living room, staring at him. It’s like a game of who is going to make a move first. He has loosened the collar of his shirt, his sleeves still rolled up, and the man just oozes sex. Deciding he isn’t going to give in, I hold his gaze and slowly begin to unbutton my shirt. He bites his lower lip as he watches me, but the moment I push it off my shoulders, he lets out a gasp.
“Fuck Fallon,” he breathes out, “have younot been wearing a bra all night?”
“I don’t like being restricted,” I purr back, trailing my hands down my breasts, gliding my thumbs over my nipples.
And just like that, his switch has flipped. Within two strides, he's in front of me, a hand curled into my hair, and his mouth planted on mine. The taste of peppermint and whiskey invades my senses as he dives his tongue inside. My back arches automatically, pushing my bare breasts into him. His mouth leaves mine as he trails hot, open-mouth kisses down my neck until he’s low enough to take my nipple into his mouth.
I heave out a moan in response. Fuck, I have needed this. More than I even realised.
Pulling away from me, he backs me up against the wall before dropping to his knees. His eyes clash with mine as his hands wander to the waistband of my trousers. His brow raised, a silent question pleading from him. I nod slightly, and he wastes no time, hooking his fingers under the hem and pulling them down along with my underwear.
Before I even have a chance to complain that he is still fully clothed and I was as naked as the day I was born, he throws my leg over his shoulder and runs his nose along my inner thigh.
“Jesus, you smell like fucking heaven.” He groans.
The anticipation is all too much, and mybody starts to grind lower; the need to release is overwhelming, but he doesn’t stop. He is playing me like a fucking fiddle. Leaving soft kisses along my lips, just barely reaching the place I'm so desperate for him to be.
When I’m at the point of insanity, Luke isn’t one to disappoint. He leans in and takes one thick swipe of my centre with his tongue. My legs buckle at his touch, and my hands drop down to grasp onto his shoulders. Fuck me, he's licked me once, and already I'm a mess.
He’s eating me like a starved man. He brings his fingers up to hold me open as he devours me in the most delicious way. His other hand joins the party, entering me with just one finger at first, before adding a second. He curls them inside of me, stroking that beautiful, sweet spot.
After what feels like seconds, I'm panting and screaming out his name. But he doesn’t stop, he just slows down his pursuit as I ride the wave of my orgasm.
“Luke,” I pant out. “That. Was. Amazing.”
He leans back onto his heels to look at me, then uses his thumb to wipe away the wetness coating his lips. Holy fucking shit.
“Yes, it was,” he says with a cocky smirk.
God, this man is beautiful. With my hand, I lift his chin and lean down to kiss him.
“I need you, inside of me, now,” I demand against his lips, before taking a step away, givinghim room to stand, and then following along behind him to what I'm presuming is the bedroom.
“Trust me, baby. I want the same thing.”
The second we step into his bedroom, I can't help but appreciate how immaculate it all is. It's very clear that a man lives here with how minimal and white it is, but it's so clean and tidy. God, he would have heart failure if he saw my place. It even looks like he irons his bedsheets, and that makes me want to mess them up even more.
As I'm looking around and taking it all in, Luke has started to undo the buttons of his shirt. I take a step closer and finish the job off for him, making sure to glide my hands up his muscled torso. But the minute his shirt drops from his shoulders and my eyes gaze down, I freeze. For some reason, I never expected this man to be covered head to toe in tattoos. I knew I had seen a few creeping below his shirt sleeves, but the man is wrapped in ink. Beautifully crafted artwork spreads across his chest, down his arms, and even a little up his neck. There is so much, I don’t know where to look first. The darkness of the ink is striking against his golden, tanned skin beneath.
“You're like a Greek god.” I breathe out.
“I’ll be whatever you want me to be.” He replies.
I move my hands lower, finding his hardness through his trousers, and skim my fingersalong the edge. Teasing him, I grasp his cock but still don’t make a start at undoing his belt. His head drops back as he groans.
“You're going to be the death of me.”
He picks me up and places me on the bed. I scurry further until I’m closer to the headboard and lean back on my hands as I take him in. His eyes darken as he watches me, undoing his belt and pulling it loose through the loops.
Is there anything sexier than watching a dominant man undress?
