16. Shae
SHAE
I beat Luke home. He got waylaid by a phone call, and I waved to him on my way out.
I saw the gruff look on his face, the tense set of his firm jaw, teeth mashing into one another enough to wear down his back molars.
It gave me time to calm down about Marissa and her incessant comments.
This time, it wasn’t what she said; it was how she said it.
The scars on my stomach weren’t anything I’d been worried about; they were part of my journey.
I wouldn’t allow it to try and take the confidence away I’ve worked so hard to restore.
I guess you can add the scars to the stretch marks you have on your sides.
Those were the words she spit like venom.
I’d been bigger in my twenties. Life happens.
Partying, hanging out with women who tore you down instead of lifting you up, a lot like Marissa, will have you turning into a person you don’t recognize.
My family didn’t say anything, choosing to love me through my ups and downs.
The day I hit thirty was my wake-up call.
My health became a priority, saving money even more so, and everything else fell into place.
I have stretch marks; so do more than half the women and men on this planet.
Luke hasn’t seemed to mind them any time he’s seen me naked, in or out of bed, in the shower or walking around the bedroom.
In fact, he can barely keep his hands to himself.
I drop my bag on the table, step out of my shoes, and decide to greet Luke completely naked.
Marissa might have had the last word today, but I’m with the man she can’t have.
I could kick Lennie’s ass, making me wait, you know, if she weren’t pregnant and asking me to gather as much evidence as possible before taking it to Luke and Doctor Gallo.
I strip out of my clothes, dropping them in a trail with each step I take.
My shirt is the first thing to leave my body.
Another few steps, and I drop a sock, then do the same with the other.
Bending over without an ounce of pain makes this so much easier.
I’m nearly to the kitchen when another idea forms. I shimmy out of my sports bra.
My breasts jiggle with the movement, and my nipples tighten at the thought of Luke coming up without knowing what’s coming.
The whir of the elevator spurs me into action.
I drop my joggers and panties to the ground, kicking them out of the way so I don’t fall flat on my face.
That would totally be a buzz kill and ruin the whole vibe I’m going for.
The elevator dings at the exact time I lay myself over the cold quartz marble countertops.
The contrast is intense. My body is thrumming with desire, a burning inferno on the inside but cool on the outside, especially along my pebbled nipples.
I spread my legs, tip my hips upward, and hold still all without looking over my shoulder.
A real bummer because I’d love nothing more than to see Luke’s facial expression.
“Holy mother of fucking god, baby girl. Goddamn.” The strain in his voice is palpable.
I remain still. It’s killing me on the inside, but I know the added effect it will have on him.
I hear his bag drop to the floor, what I’m assuming are shoes make a thudding noise, and when the ripping of fabric grabs my attention, I can’t hold back from looking over my shoulder.
I’m unprepared. I mean, sure, I’ve seen Luke naked the past couple of weeks, but seeing him unable to control himself after finding me bent over and displayed like this, it’s a different side of him.
It’s raw, it’s real, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life, and it’s all for me.
There’s a flourish of activity, tie leaving his neck, shirt fluttering to the floor, all that’s left is his belt, slacks, and the tight black boxer briefs I watched him slide up his firm and muscular thighs this morning.
“Luke.” I start to slide my feet together when the ache becomes unbearable. I need him, any part of him I can have, and I need it with a desperation I’ve never felt before.
“Don’t.” His gruff voice slides along my skin like he’s whispering in my ear.
Luke is still too far away for my liking.
He undoes the buckle, metal clinking, the leather sliding through each belt loop.
He wraps it around his hand and takes another step before letting it unravel and meet the rest of our clothes that are abandoned on the ground.
“Please,” I beg when he stands in the same place for far too long.
His jaw clenches, the muscle in his neck pulses, and I watch with my body on fire as he finishes undressing.
The rasp of the zipper has his pants down, he steps out of them, and the thick ridge of his cock is only concealed by the last layer on the hottest man alive.
“You’ll be saying that a lot.” He hooks his hands into the sides and takes off his boxer briefs in one swift movement, keeping his eyes on me the entire time.
When he’s back to standing to his full height, one hand cupping his balls, the other wraps around his shaft, sliding up and down, pinching the tip at one point probably to hold himself back.
Too bad he isn’t getting the hint that I don’t want him to.
“What did I do to deserve all this beauty, waiting and more than willing for me to come home to?”
“I’m going to take care of myself if you make me wait any longer.” I’m practically begging for him to do something, anything besides what he’s doing right now, which is nothing.
“Is that so?” Luke drops his hand from his balls and finally comes closer, each muscle rippling with every step he takes, driving me even crazier.
“Yes.” I drag my fingertips along the countertop. The action gets his attention, and finally, he’s within reaching distance.
“Not today, it won’t.” He presses on my lower back, pushing my forward.
I let out a hiss when my nipples meet the cold countertop once again.
“Going to get you nice and wet, eat this pussy, fuck it with my fingers, and then I’ll give you my dick.
” Luke drops to his knees behind me. His hands cup the cheeks of my ass, spreading me wider than I thought possible.
I can only imagine how I look from his point of view.
There’s no hiding anything in this position, especially how drenched I am at the thought of finally having him inside me.
“Luke.” My voice trembles with the need for him to do something, anything.
“I’m looking my fill, baby girl. I’m busy memorizing how you look.
All this, and it’s for me. Fuck, I’m going to own you, just like you own me.
” He doesn’t move. He stays where he is, and it isn’t until I hear him take a deep breath that I realize exactly what he’s doing.
He’s inhaling my scent, and it makes me tremble.
As much as I want him to hurry up and move along with the process, more than ready to have him inside me, even I can admit this type of foreplay only makes me burn hotter.
“Fuck,” I moan, so lost in my thoughts I didn’t feel him move closer.
The rasp of his tongue slides from my clit to my ass.
He moans his pleasure. Meanwhile, I’m pushing back into him, wanting more, so much more than what we’ve done the past two weeks.
The whole no-penetration thing was taken to heart, and while I loved the inventive ways Luke got me off, it hasn’t been enough.
The showerhead, me grinding on his cock as I straddled his lap with our clothes on, or with both of us in bed, completely naked.
I’d been flat on my back, Luke using the underside of his length to work me up and doing the same to himself.
It was hot as hell. Luke also had the restraint that I surely never had because I constantly begged for his cock.
He held back, wrapped his mouth around my clit, and got me off that way.
I’d return the favor, then all it would do was make me want him again.
It’s been an endless cycle, and today, I’ll finally get to feel his dick a different way.
Luke’s thumb grazes my ass, putting firm pressure exactly how I like it.
We haven’t gone further. I’m not quite there yet, but I do know I like the way he touches me there.
His mouth works my pussy, using his tongue as if it were his cock, in and out, before he slides back to my clit.
He doesn’t stop. He’s going the distance, trying his hardest to get me off.
“Oh god.” I arch back, going to the tips of my toes, eyes slamming shut while I enjoy what he’s doing to me. It’s almost too much yet not enough. “More, please, Luke, more.”
“Goddamn.” He pulls back. A flurry of movement causes my eyes to open, and try as I might, I’m unable to see what’s happening.
All I know is after what feels like an eternity, his mouth and fingers are back.
I lift myself off the counter to see where he’s at, when his tongue works my clit, licking it in a circular motion.
His thumb is pressed against my ass, and two fingers are sinking into my pussy.
Finally. Luke has his back to the cabinet, head buried between my thighs, and he’s not even worried about himself.
His hands are on me, both of them. Even with his cock lying hot and heavy against him, he doesn’t bother to do anything else except take care of my needs.
I’m slowly falling head over heels in love with Doctor Camden, and it’s not because he gives phenomenal orgasms. It’s in everything he does and everything he says.
“Yes.” I chant the word over and over again.
My senses explode, chills break out along my heated flesh, sweat coats my body, and finding purchase on the marble countertops makes it impossible to hold on.
My forehead drops down when I’m unable to hold it up any longer.
I’m too close, and all of a sudden, I don’t want this feeling to end.
Even though it means ending up with Luke’s thick cock buried to the hilt inside my pussy.
I move along the countertop, dragging my sensitive nipples along the cold surface.
“Fuck me, baby girl,” Luke rumbles against my core.
A shiver races down my spine. I lift up to my forearms, needing the traction to chase my orgasm while he continues to work me up.
What he doesn’t do is stop. If anything, Luke goes harder.
His thumb presses deeper, pushing in further.
A delicious burn hits me all at once. My head moves from side to side, hair tumbling all around me, the ends adding to the sensations I’m already feeling.
“Luke, god, Luke.” Two fingers are replaced with three.
I’m full. So completely full. And there’s no way I can hold back.
My knees locks in place, my feet slam down on the ground, causing me to ride his face even more, and when my back arches, my orgasm explodes.
It’s so hard that I’m seeing stars behind my closed eyes.
“So fucking pretty,” Luke says, slowly bringing me down. His thumb leaves my ass, his fingers in my pussy stay inside, not moving, and he keeps licking me.
“Sensitive,” I mutter barely above a whisper. That’s when Luke’s stops all together. I can hear him move, slowly getting off the floor, keeping his hands on me in some form the entire time.
“Let me see you, baby girl.” His hands are on my hips, and he slowly helps me stand up. My muscles are still trying to recover, and when he spins me around, I see him. My wetness is glistening on his lips, cheeks, and chin.
“Luke.” My mouth lands on his, my arms loop around his neck, and my leg wraps around his hip to feel more of him. He takes over the kiss. I taste myself on his lips, and it has me more than ready to go all over again.