Smack! “Groan like that again, Ally. Then say my name. It’s like a fucking shot to my balls.”
He stops at the end of the bed and gives me no time to react as he tosses me down so I land with an oomph. He leaves no room between us, no time lost. I’m still bouncing on the mattress when his broad hands shove my dress up to my stomach. He grabs on to my panties and tears those down my legs until the straps scrape my skin and sting, then he buries his face in my pussy and laps up everything I have.
I scramble along the bed, but he follows and makes it so I grab a pillow and bring it down over my face to smother my screams as his coarse stubble does things to my hypersensitive thighs. His tongue circles my clit and draws me closer, closer to the edge, and when I think I might die from spontaneous combustion, he pushes thick fingers deep inside and curls them back until my brain seizes, and I can do nothing but feel.
My orgasm tears through my system, it’s like fire in my blood, but Luke pushes, pushes, pushes me for more. He doesn’t take the one release and consider his job done. Rather, his fingers move faster, harder. They drag me back up to the ledge, and over. Back up, and over. My body rejects the idea of coming again, but he doesn’t much care as he grinds against the mattress and tries to satiate the need that burns through his veins.
“Fuck, Ally. Fuck.”
He slams his hips down against the mattress, but I’m nothing more than a starfish. Boneless jelly without strength. I have nothing to give, nothing to assert. I merely let Luke have his way with me, but then he changes things up again. He grabs my hips and lifts my bottom half, and when that’s not enough, he flips us completely. He throws himself down onto the bed. On his back, he picks me up like I weigh nothing, and flipping me around, he positions my knees so they sit on each side of his head, then he pulls me down so I sit on his face and scream out again.
If anyone is walking the halls, they know what’s going on in this room. But for right now, right this second, as Luke does magical things to my body, and his cock strains against the zipper on his jeans, beckoning me to touch, to taste, I can’t muster the energy to care about these unknown people in the hall.
My arms are weak, shaking, and barely able to support my weight, but still, I push up and brace myself on one hand, then I use the other to unsnap his jeans and push the zipper down. I’m fully exposed to him, sitting on him, grinding down to use up every single millimeter of space between us; meanwhile, he’s fully dressed. And that’s on me. My fault.
I push the zipper all the way down so his cock, covered in black boxer shorts, springs free, then I push the silk down to reveal a purpling head and moisture beading on the tip. I don’t study it for long. I care not that it pulses with need, or that when I try to wrap my hand around its girth, I struggle to get a decent grip. Instead, I close my eyes and swallow him down until he hits the back of my throat, and when he does, he groans and bites down on my clit until I come again and make a mess of… well… everything. His face, his shirt, my bed.
A small part of my brain insists I should be embarrassed. But then Luke’s fingers come around to touch my anus, and my brain jumps ship.
Fuck it. We’re here to feel. Not to think.
Tears escape past my lashes, but I squeeze his cock in my mouth and swallow him down in search of his cries of pleasure. I circle his dick with my hand, and use that to guide my mouth, but my own pleasure doesn’t escape me. My search for more, my hunger for something that explodes. So when Luke’s fingertips feather around my anus, teasing, testing, I sit back and force him inside until my pain and pleasure war with each other and end with a wash of orgasmic insanity.
“Fuck, Ally.” Luke breaks away from my pussy merely to say my name. To let me know I’m wanted, I’m coveted, and in answer, I suck harder and draw him toward his own breaking point.
I ride his face with no shame. My thighs burn, and my entire bottom half is exposed to the world. Or, well, to Luke. Which is basically the same thing.
But just as his body tenses up, and his toes curl, he picks me up again and tosses me over to my back. I scream out in surprise, land with a gasp, then I groan when he climbs over me and lifts my legs up so my knees press to my chest. My shoes remain on, my sexy high heels resting on his shoulders. With my pleasure on his chin, and his on mine, our eyes meet, and then he starts pushing inside my wet heat.
Fingers can’t prepare me for the whole of what Luke is. It’s not even comparable.
I groan out and absorb the feeling of him sliding deep inside me. He moves slow, but it’s not about being careful. Rather, it’s about feeling every single inch. Every single ridge and bump and shot of electricity.
We can’t kiss. My legs make that impossible. But our eyes lock, his on mine, his heart pounding against my legs, my heart pounding the same rhythm. He continues his slow trek inside, inch by torturous inch, and when he’s fully seated to the hilt, his lips quirk up into a grin.
“You remember that first thing I ever said to you?” he pants out. “That day in the bakery?”
I think about it for a second. I war with the fact my brain wants to shut down and melt into this bed with Luke, but I’m able to think back. To standing in line for coffee. To speaking on the phone. And then to the sexy guy who stopped and smiled for me.
I love you too, he said. I don’t usually jump this fast, but sometimes the stars align, and bam. It’s all over.
Swallowing, I nod to let him know I remember.
He smiles in return, and slowly inches out of me. Then he slams home and grunts as I move up the bed. “Yeah,” he pulls out again, then slams in. “Sometimes the stars align, Ally, and a guy falls in love.” He pulls back and releases my legs to eliminate the space between his chest and mine, then he dives in and kisses me until I feel drunk. “It’s okay to be impulsive if it feels this good. And fuck, you feel good, Ally.”
My heart jumps, both pain and bubbling pleasure. Terror, and elation. I didn’t come here to develop feelings, for Luke or for anyone else. I came to this small town to meet my family, and to study basic human behavior. But then we met, and something scary began.
I want to return his words, his feelings, but they catch in my throat and refuse to be freed. So I close my eyes instead, and I let myself feel. It’s okay to catch feelings, right? Even when they’re for someone as crazy and wild as Luke Hart. It’s okay to have feelings, full stop. Because whatever happens now, it’s going to happen whether I run away or stay.
But still… I can’t say the words.
But I dive in with him right now. I squeeze my eyes shut and kiss him back. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and open my legs wider to give him room to move. And while he brings me back to peak, I think it. In my mind, and for the first time in my life, to a man, to a lover.
I love you too.
Luke pulls back to catch my gaze. I feel his movement, his hitched glides, and the space between his chest and mine. But I keep my eyes closed and clench my core tight to draw his attention back down.
He groans in response, grins the way a small boy might look at a candy bar, then he starts moving again, and rides us both to completion.
Luke
Slow Study
“What’s this one for?”