Chapter 16
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“I promise I don’t bite.”
I throw a fluffy pillow at Luke’s laughing face.
I’m usually the chatty one of the two of us. But ever since Luke broke down whatever barriers he kept around me and spilled his unfiltered thoughts, I’ve been lost in my head.
His massive erection also didn’t help my two remaining brain cells either.
Now we’re getting ready to sleep in the same bed and Luke has decided that now is a perfect time to develop an uncontrollable sense of humor.
I keep scowling his way, but I secretly love it. Or I would if my mind wouldn’t keep circling back to his dick every five seconds.
“C’mon, we’re just sleeping. I promise I’ll be on my best behavior.”
“I am fine. Totally fine. This is normal. Friends share a bed all the time. This is basically a sleepover.”
“When do we start the pillow fight?”
I chuck another one in his direction and immediately regret it because now I have none.
I ignore his chuckles as I slide into the comfy bed and bring the covers up to my chin, laying my head on the flat bed.
I feel the bed shake as he gets in beside me, his arm brushing up against mine as he settles in.
“You’re massive,” I grumble.
“Why, thank you. Although I must admit that is quite forward of you.”
“No! I meant you’re taking up the whole bed. Never mind.” I groan as I cover my face with my hands.
I feel him hovering over me and after a few moments decide to woman up and meet his gaze head-on.
His hand comes down and cradles the back of my head and slowly starts to lift me toward his face.
I forget to breathe as I willingly let him pull me closer.
It takes longer than I care to admit for my mind to register that his other hand is sliding a pillow under my head. I release a shaky breath as I stare at his concentrated focus on me.
“Perfect,” he whispers, his breath floating over my lips.
“Thank you.”
He nods slowly, his eyes traveling over every part of my face. “Good night, Daisy.”
“Good night, Luke.”
He retreats back to his side of the bed. “No more teasing. I promise. You can rest easy. I won’t cross this invisible line in the bed.” He points up and down the minuscule gap between us with mock seriousness.
I huff out a laugh. “Yeah, you better stay on your side or else.” I say while secretly hoping he doesn’t.
I’m so warm.
Correction, I’m hot. All over.
I must still be dreaming, because I’ve never felt this good while awake.
Like I’m on the cusp of euphoria even though my skin feels like it’s too tight for my body. My body shifts, instinctually searching for the release that’s just outside my grasp.
There.
I moan as the pleasure builds, teasing against my core.
I move again, canting my hips wantonly in search of more of the same feeling.
And I get it. Even stronger this time. It’s accompanied by another deep moan.
But this one doesn’t come from me.
My brain jolts awake and my eyes snap open.
Oh. My. God.
Luke’s eyes stare back at me with an intensity that should have me shooting off him in record speed. His jaw is clenched as his nostrils flare.
He’s shirtless, and his muscular arms are flexed as his hands are fisted behind his head.
What the hell is going on?
I feel something twitch between my legs and gasp at the feeling on my oversensitive center.
And then all the pieces slowly start to click.
Because I’ve somehow woken up on top of Luke.
Correction, straddling Luke. And it would seem as though I’ve been dry humping him while I slept.
Dry. Humping.
Dear God.
I need to move. I need to apologize. Yet my body and mind seem to be on a two-minute delay. “Luke… I—”
He shuts his eyes tightly as he tips his head up and whispers my name in a gravelly voice. “Daisy.”
“I’m so, so—”
His loud groan interrupts me, followed by another jolt.
By Luke’s very large and very hard dick.
A quiet mewl escapes my lips at the realization, and Luke’s attention instantly drops back down to me.
He flexes his hands but keeps them exactly where they are as he demands the unthinkable. “Finish.”
My eyes widen. Surely I misheard. “What?”
He sucks in a deep breath, as if reining in whatever control he has left. “I said, finish. You’ve been riding me for the last ten minutes, and if I hadn’t made a sound, you would have come already. So go ahead, use me. Finish what you started.”
My jaw drops at the same time my body accidentally bears down on him.
Our eyes latch on to one another the second our moans intertwine.
“Luke,” I whine.
This has never happened to me before. I’ve never been so aroused that I couldn’t think straight. Couldn’t focus on anything besides rocking against the hardness between my legs and wishing there were no clothes between us.
“Daisy, before you get in your head, answer me this, and answer it quickly.” I nod once, and he continues. “Do you want to come?”
I bite my lip and nod again.
“Words, Daisy. I’m going to need you to use them,” he grunts.
“Yes, Luke. I want to come,” I admit shyly.
He exhales sharply. “Good. Now use me. Take what you need, Daisy. Get yourself there.” I look down and see that Luke’s sweatpants have a damp spot.
I’m almost overcome with embarrassment when Luke speaks again.
“Yes, Daze, your pussy is fucking drenched, but you can’t take all the credit.
I’ve been slowly leaking in my underwear feeling your heat on top of me.
And if we’re not careful, we might be the only people on the planet to make a baby while keeping our clothes on. ”
I shake my head as I discreetly rock myself on top of the wet spot. “Your cum between my legs won’t be a problem. I’m on birth control,” I say mindlessly, growing more brazen as I slowly continue my ministrations.
I swear his chest vibrates as he brings his hands to the headboard, a whispered “fuck me” escaping his lips before he speaks directly to me again. “Widen your legs. Make sure your clit is rubbing on the crown of my cock, and don’t stop until you’re coming on top of me.”
I scramble to do what he says. I bear down and rock over him shamelessly as my hands come to rest on his tatted chest.
I’m burning up, feeling like I’m about to burst.
“Fucking hell, look at you. Riding me so fucking well.” His voice growls as he somehow manages to take over without laying a single finger on me. His hips thrust up once, twice, brushing the spot where I need him most, and that’s all it takes.
I shut my eyes and detonate.
I come harder than I ever have before, screaming his name at the top of my lungs as my nails claw into his chest, my legs shaking beneath me.
My body continues to ride out the high, and him, with abandon.
My eyes fly open when Luke stills below me with a masculine-sounding grunt, the vein on his neck looking strained as he jolts one last time under me.
Oh God, Luke came too. In his pants.
His chest rises and drops heavily beneath my hands, my fingers having created small crescent moons on his skin with my short nails.
He watches me cautiously as we catch our breath. “How do you feel?”
A quiet laugh escapes my lips, followed by another one. The motion has me accidentally brushing up against Luke again, and we both hiss.
“Oh, you know, the usual. Not bad for rubbing up on my friend in my sleep like a true creep and coming all over his pants. How’s your Monday morning going?”
He shakes his head, lips twitching. “If anyone’s the creep here, it’s me. I was awake. I could have stopped you.”
“I don’t think I gave you much of a choice.”
“We always have a choice, Daisy,” he says softly.
“Yeah, but you didn’t even touch me.” I fear a tiny bit of disappointment bleeds into my tone.
I quickly try to overcorrect. “Not like you would, of course. Because you’re my friend, doing me a favor.
” I wince at my pathetic choice of words as I finally find my strength and move off Luke to stand by my side of the bed.
I eye the mess between his legs and feel my face burning up.
It’s now his turn to stand, but his eyes are locked on mine as he rises to his full height and walks around the bed. I need to tilt my head back to maintain eye contact, and I’m glad for it, because it means I won’t be caught ogling him again.
“You’re right, I didn’t touch you.” His knuckle taps under my chin once, forcing me to angle my face higher as he lowers his.
My eyes dance between his lips and eyes. “Exactly. Because we’re fr-friends.”
He shakes his head once, his nose faintly brushing mine, voice dangerously possessive. “As much as I’d love nothing more than to fuck that word out of your vocabulary, I won’t. Not while you’re still wearing his ring.”
I quickly peek down and stare at the monstrosity that I’ve yet to take off. The ring given to me by the man I’m supposed to be waking up to instead of dry humping my fr—Luke.
Would Luke really have crossed that line with me? Does he want to be more than—
“Get out of your head and into the shower, Daisy,” he says roughly.
I look back up, raising a brow. This orgasm must have given me superpowers, because I feel emboldened instead of embarrassed. “Oh yeah? Or what?”
A devilish smirk unfurls on his face as he leans closer, his beard tickling my ear. “Or I might change my stance and take that ring off your finger myself.”