24. Luke
LUKE
Watching Harper come apart destroys me.
I’ve been holding back, using all my discipline to keep my pants zipped—and it’s been fucking torture. Tasting her off her fingers? Listening to those desperate little sounds she’s trying so hard to suppress? Not the best way to keep myself in check, but I managed.
But seeing her body writhe, watching her bite down on her lip to keep from screaming my name? Feeling her drench my hand? It shatters every ounce of control I have left.
I pull my hand out of her pants and stand. My jeans are too tight, too restrictive, my entire body on fire. Harper’s eyes are still glazed, her chest heaving, and when she finally looks up and sees my face—sees how completely undone I am—she gasps.
I undo my jeans and take my cock out, running my wet fist down its length. Inhaling sharply, I let my head drop back, closing my eyes as I work her wetness up and down and all over.
I hear her panting and I smile. “You like this? You like seeing what you did to me?”
“It’s so hot,” she admits softly.
It’s the tone of her voice that makes me open my eyes and look at her. It sounded like awe.
I’m used to women sounding satisfied, or pleased, but I’m not sure I’ve ever heard that sort of reverence before.
Hand on the bed, I lower my mouth to hers, hovering just above it as I work myself faster. “You want me to come? Want to watch what you do to me?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
“I’m so fucking close.” I look into her eyes, drunk with passion. I glance at her lips but I look away quickly so I don’t give in to temptation and kiss her.
Not yet—not until I know she wants me as much as I want her.
“Are you going to come on me?” she asks, a husky whisper that makes my balls draw up tight.
“Fuck. I am now.” I put one knee on the bed and straighten, stroking firmly as I feel everything gather and explode.
With a strangled sound, I come hard, spilling across her abdomen and over the little bit of her cotton panties that are peeking from the opening of her jeans.
The orgasm rips through me—white-hot and overwhelming—and I have to brace myself on the headboard to keep from collapsing on top of her.
For a long moment, we just breathe—both of us shaking, both of us wrecked.
And then she reaches down and rubs my cum into her skin.
“Jesus,” I manage, my voice hoarse. I’m mesmerized by it, unable to look away. The only thought I have is that she just marked herself as mine and I’m never letting her go.