“You can do whatever the fuck you want to my body, and it won’t be weird. It’ll become my new favorite thing, I assure you.”
“So easily pleased.” I crawl down his muscular limbs, lower my feet to the floor, then my knees, then I go to work on the button of his jeans. His cock is so large, so full of blood that it presses up against the zipper and makes me nervous all over again. “I would die of humiliation if I hurt you with the zipper.”
Bursting out with a desperate laugh, Luke reaches down to help me. He blindly pushes the zipper down without catching it on anything important, then he lifts his hips when I go to pull the denim down. He’s so heavy, so wide and muscular that it becomes a sport to lower his jeans. My breath comes faster, my heart races harder, but then the denim makes way, and his purpling cock springs free and consumes my every thought.
Pre-cum sits beaded on the tip and tempts me down to taste. My tongue comes out, I lick my lips. My body knows what to do, but my brain screams no.
“Allyson?”
My eyes whip up to find Luke staring. His lips are thicker than usual, abused beneath his teeth as he works through sexual frustration. His pupils are wide and hungry, his jaw ticking from want.
“Yeah?”
He nods toward what stands so proudly between us. “Lick that off for me, Allyson.”
“Yeah.”
Permission granted, I dive forward and take his cock into my mouth so deeply that it hits the back of my throat, but the sound of me choking is drowned out by the sound of Luke’s pleasure. Without conscious thought, he thrusts up in search of more, he hits the back of my throat again so my eyes water, but my gag reflex relaxes, and my desire turns hungrier.
I close my eyes, and hum in the back of my throat, so when Luke’s hand goes to my hair and he becomes my puppet master, I merely go with it. I swallow him down, and each time he groans and tells me of his pleasure, the moisture between my legs turns slicker.
I’ve never in my life been turned on by performing this act, but now I search for those sounds he makes. The deep groans, the throaty grumbles. When his hand turns tighter in my hair, and my scalp burns, I work harder and revel in my power and the knowledge that I control him.
For this one moment, for as long as I pleasure him, I have complete control.
“Fuck, Ally.” He works me into a rhythm, slams my head down over his cock, and flexes his powerful thighs as I bring him closer and closer to the edge. “Fuck,” he pants and lifts his hips in time with my movements.
He doesn’t just accept the pleasure I offer, he takes more. He fucks me back, he goes as deep as he can manage, and when he steps up to the very edge of oblivion, he picks me up and tosses me to the bed so I land with a cry and he crawls over me with a gritty chuckle.
“You’re the fucking devil.” He lifts my legs, pushes my knees up to my ears and exposes me like no man has ever exposed me before, then he looks down at what I have presented. “They call me the devil,” he grits out. “But you bewitch me, Ally. You control me. Which makes you the most devilish of us all.”
He buries his face between my legs, digs his tongue deep inside my body, and bites when I cry out and want to explode.
His hands are each larger than my buttocks, they squeeze and bruise and draw me closer to explosion simply by touch. The short stubble on his jaw scratches in the most amazing way. Painful, but it’s like a magical contradiction. His gentle tongue, and then his rough stubble. His loving strokes, and then his bruising hands.
“Jesus, Luke. I’ve never– I don’t—”
“Stop thinking,” he bites out on what may be his second to last thread of sanity. “Feel. Feel this, and enjoy it.”
He slides his tongue along my sensitive slit, then down to my ass until I cry out and barely hold onto my explosion. I’ve never– but it feels– but “Fuckkkkk.”
“Feels good, don’t it?” He pulls back just a little and grins so my pleasure on his chin shimmers under the lights above. “It’s blowing your fuckin’ mind.”
“I’m going to come,” I pant and try to straighten my legs. I don’t mean to, not on a conscious level, but my legs reject this position. My lungs and ribs constrict, and my head turns woozy because of this angle. “Luke…”
“Condom.”
He reaches over to the bedside drawer, almost tears the whole thing away from the wall, but then he grabs a strip of condoms, and tears one open with a single hand and his teeth. He tosses the packaging with practiced moves, still manages to keep me in this ridiculous position, and as he slides the rubber on, his eyes remain on mine.
Promise. Threat. Need.
“Tell me yes, Ally. Say the word, so we can both go into this on the same page.”
“Yes.” I swallow down a brand new bout of nerves. My brain starts working again, and beats out thoughts of need and passion, and instead wonders if what I have is enough to pleasure him.
“Stop thinking,” he repeats with a grin.
Glancing down between us, he works for only a moment, then the tip of his dick touches my sensitized opening and draws new groans from deep in my chest. His eyes come back to mine, and he slams inside with zero hesitation.
I scream out, pleasure and pain, and squeeze him close. But he’s already in, he’s as close as he can possibly be. Gulping for breath, both of us, Luke’s hands come to my breasts as he starts moving. Slow at first, a silent apology, perhaps, for entering so swiftly, but once he finds a rhythm and I stretch my neck back in pleasure, he starts moving faster, harder, and nudges me up the bed just a little at a time.
“You’re so fucking tight.” He gulps down a heavy swallow. The veins in his neck grow, they throb and tense as he squeezes his eyes shut and mindlessly pleasures us both. “Fuck, Ally. I’ve thought about this.”
“Does it live up to the hype?”
“Mm.”
Without warning, he rolls left and drags me over to sit on top. He snatches a pillow from the top of the bed, pushes it under his head, and then he bites his bottom lip and watches me move.
“Don’t think,” he repeats when my eyes shoot around with uncertainty. “If you’re with the right person, if we’re doing the right thing, then you don’t have to think. You just experience. You just do, and you ride the pleasure until you can’t anymore. Like this.” He takes my hands, and places them on his rock-hard chest, then he grabs my hips and helps me roll them. “Like a wave, forward, then back. You ever take dance lessons?”
“Not since high school.”
He grins and watches me from beneath hooded eyes. “Remember back to then, and roll your hips. Feel me inside you.”
“Feels so good.”
“I know, baby. Feels amazing.” He releases my hips, sits up and places one hand on the bed behind himself, then wraps the other around my hips so our chests touch, and his lips go to my throat. “Slide on me, Ally. Slide your hips however the fuck you need so that you feel the electricity.”
My breath shudders out and warms the air between us. Quickly, my thinking turns to feeling. The electricity Luke wants me to feel grows into a ball of heat low in my stomach. Like a swirling mass of lava, it spins and moves and grows larger each second that I move over him.