I do as he says and our eyes lock together, which sends a hot bolt of electricity through my body. Knowing he wants to watch me is such a turn on.
His mouth hangs open, tongue twisting between his teeth. After a few minutes his hips start to move in rhythm with my mouth and hand. His eyes flutter and his fingers hold my head as I bob up and down on him.
Heat builds between my legs. Luke mutters words I don’t quite understand, and I can tell he’s losing control of himself in his pleasure.
I can relate. He’s like I was last Friday when he was sucking my clit and I wanted to keep myself on the rails. He made me completely lose control and now I’m going to return the favor.
I bob faster and squeeze him tighter, and he starts to growl. I can’t tell for sure but I think he’s on the edge. I prepare myself for whatever’s coming. No pun intended.
Then, suddenly, he fists a knot of my hair at its base—like he did when we were dancing—and pulls me away from his cock.
I take a few big breaths of air while we stare at each other. The covers lay on his feet now as I kneel between his legs.
“Thought you were almost there.”
“I was.”
“So why’d you stop me?”
Luke smirks. “Did you think you were just going to go down on me this morning and be done with it?”
Nerves pile on in my stomach. “I didn’t think too far ahead, to be honest. Do you mean you want to…?”
“Fuck you? Yes, Sky. I do.”
He makes the come hither motion with one finger, but I freeze up, still gripping his cock.
“What? You don’t think I can make you come with my mouth?”
“You just about did.”
I don’t know what comes over me.
It’s not that I don’t want to sleep with him. I couldn’t be hornier.
Sure, maybe there’s a whisp of how will this fit inside me logistical panic running through my brain.
But I deny his request, kneel back, and bob up and down on his cock desperately.
“Christ, Sky, you’re going to…”
“Mmmm,” I moan. The sound of me lapping him up battles with his moans. I run my mouth up and down his cock again and again with no regard for my pleasure, or my general need to breathe. I’m only thinking about Luke’s pleasure and how he’s responding to the wetness or tightness of my mouth, tongue, and hand grip. I find a combination of gripping his base, whilst taking him as far down as I can, that I can tell is pushing him over the edge from the way he’s growling like a wild man.
When I feel his torso clench up, bucking his hips like a bronco, I know I’ve pushed him over the edge.
He growls, feral, takes hold of my ears, and forces me down, deeper onto his flesh.
I gag, but I don’t stop.
“I’m going to come,” he growls. “Where should I…”
I answer his question by driving myself down further onto his rod as he shoots into me.
The warm liquid coats my throat and I swallow it down.
I get most of it, but when I come up some of his come seeps out the corners of my mouth, and I wipe it with the back of my hand.
“Jesus, Sky,” Luke says, groggily. “Where on earth did that come from?”
I lie on my stomach, turning my head and resting my cheek on a pillow as I look up at him. “You mentioned that in a game of Never Have I Ever, once. I thought since you made one of my fantasies come true the other day, I’d make one of yours come true.”
He slides down on the bed and grabs a pillow so he’s lying on his stomach like me, near my face.
“You’re telling me, you remembered something I mentioned, half-jokingly, in a game of never-have-I-ever, during one of the first times we ever hung out?”
I grin broadly and nod from my laying position. “I have a good memory. Why is that so hard to believe?”
He slaps my ass over my jeans which makes a loud crack noise, then slides it down the back of my thigh and squeezes.
“Oh, Cielo,” he says, scooting his naked body closer to mine. He moves my body onto its side. “You know I was thinking…maybe I’ll keep you around for a while.” He winks. “Especially if you give BJ’s like that.”
Grinning, I roll my eyes, and I’m about to jokingly chide him when he pulls my mouth onto his for a kiss.
“You really are one of a kind, Sky. You knew that, though. I don’t want you to get a big head.”
He wraps his big arms around me and throws the cover over us, probably because he’s cold being bare-ass naked right now.
I giggle. “I don’t know if I’m one of a kind…I think you just bring out this side of me.”
“The side of you that sneaks into someone’s apartment and wakes them up with their ultimate fantasy?”
“You’d do it for me, right?”
“I would. And I will. If you’ll let me.”
He pulls me tighter, runs his hand down my ass again.
“You really have a fascination with my ass, don’t you?”
“What can I say? It’s incredible. Deceptively big. I don’t know how you keep that thing so well hidden.”
“Lots of sweatpants and baggy jeans.”
“True. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a tight skirt. You just don’t like wearing them?”
He must see me becoming slightly uncomfortable, or maybe he feels me shifting around, because he doesn’t wait for my response before he shifts the conversation with another question. “I really would like to know your fantasies, you know. As you think of them. Tell them to me.”
I grin at him.
“What?” he asks.
“Can you believe I’ve never been asked that?”
“Having met Federico once, yes, I believe it. What about your other boyfriends? Did they ask you what you wanted?”
He asks the question innocently, but it makes my stomach churn. “Be right back. I’m going to head to the bathroom.”
I use the bathroom and freshen up, putting my shirt back on. As I’m coming out, I hear music coming from the living room and I follow it.
I smell pot, and I see Ryan, sitting on the couch, listening to The Offspring and air drumming with his eyes closed.
He’s got a huge smile on his face, ridiculously in his element.
“I didn’t know you liked The Offspring,” I say. “They’re one of my favorite bands.”
Ryan opens his eyes and stops his air-drumming, like he wasn’t supposed to be doing that.
“Oh,” he sighs, and his shoulders de-tense. “It’s just you. I thought you were Jennifer.”
I squint. “She doesn’t like you air-drumming?”
Just then, the door rattles and I hear heels on the ground. Jennifer rolls in, done up in full make up and in a dress.
“What’s going on here?” she asks with hands on her hips, looking accusatorily at me.
My blood surges. What stick does this woman have up her ass to always have that accusatory tone of her voice, like I just cut her off in traffic. I just stare and smile at her, because I can’t think of a single nice thing to say right now, unfortunately. And I remember my mom’s adage about what to say when you don’t have anything nice to say: nothing.
“What sort of crap music are you listening to?” Jennifer adds.