Chapter 9 A Taste Of Your Own Medicine #2
Luke stretches out farther, gently pinching my pink bud in between his thumb and pointer.
The sensation leaves me feeling more confident than I had before.
He bends down, plucking something off of the ground.
“Well, then let’s make you a star, princess.
” With that, he flashes the light of my phone's camera at me.
The familiar click of the camera has a nervous gasp escaping my mouth.
Luke takes this opportunity, grabbing onto me and yanking my body into his.
His lips press deeply against my stomach, gifting me with light nips as they slowly travel down to the elastic band of my underwear.
He kisses the seam as his hands come up on either side of me.
Unhurriedly, he drags the fabric down my thighs.
The pace has me feeling frenzied. I can feel my arousal beginning to coat my hole.
The panties finally drop, mimicking my leggings in the way they surround my feet.
He stays completely still as he takes me in, leaving me inpatient with what’s to come.
As if he has all the time in the world, he slowly drags his finger along my skin, stopping just above my bundle of nerves.
I clench my hands together, trying to keep them steady as I wait for Luke to make the first move.
Rather than touching me where I’m desperate for it, his firm hands grip onto my ass, picking me up until I’m forced to hold onto his shoulders for support.
His body feels tense under mine but before I have enough time to contemplate what that could mean, he's standing up and allowing my legs to wrap around his waist.
“I think we’re definitely going to win with this one,” he whispers with a sense of need.
Unable to take it much longer, I make the first move, pushing my lips into his.
He gives me the same energy back, kissing me hungrily as he spins us around.
Luke’s tongue presses harshly into mine, battling for dominance.
Dominance I’m hesitant to give over. So we play our little game, tearing at each other as we take turns diving deeper into each other.
The need inside me has built up to a point it’s all I can think about.
I want him so badly in the moment, the reason it even began starts to dissipate from my mind.
He hovers over the bed, leaning down further and further until I’m within a comfortable distance to be dropped.
My back hits the comforter, it feels cold compared to the inferno Luke has turned my body into.
He rests himself on top of me, using his forearms to keep himself from crushing me.
His eyes darken as he stares down at me, causing my need to sky rocket to new heights.
“I’m going to ruin you,” he growls out.
I lick my lips, soaking in the tension between us. “I dare you to try.”
Luke’s hand immediately comes up, surrounding my throat.
He applies firm pressure throughout his fingertips, leaving me feeling a slight dizziness as the lack of oxygen hits my head.
His lips drag down my chest, stopping above my tattooed nipple.
He bites down roughly, and if his hand wasn’t wrapped around my throat, I would’ve helped.
Luke soothes the bite mark with his swirly tongue.
He takes an extra moment longer as his muscle reaches the top of my peak.
He releases my throat just in time for me to lift my head up and watch him copy the movement on my other breast. A moan falls shamelessly from my mouth as his tongue swirls around.
His wicked, different colored, eyes peek up at me as his mouth behinds to travel southbound.
Something dark takes over his vision, setting my body aflame.
I watch as his tongue finally presses against my clit. Luke wraps both of his arms around my legs, holding me in place as he begins his meal. Each precise movement drives me rapidly towards my orgasm.
“Luke! Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.” I stammer out, raising myself up onto my elbows to watch him. He devours me greedily, his tongue sliding in and out of me before circling my nub.
His head pops up, a mix of my arousal and his spit glistening off of his lips. I almost cry out with the need for him to continue before he speaks up. “Don’t forget the picture, princess.”
I turn to the side, grabbing my phone from its place on the bed.
I hardly get back into position before Luke dives back into me.
His hands grip tighter onto me, as though he’s insatiable.
The flash of my camera lights up his hair, which is no longer smoothly combed, but a jagged mess from where my hands had gotten ahold of it.
I quickly pull up Saint’s number, struggling to stay focused as my pleasure begins to consume me.
I quickly hit send after typing out ‘Can’t talk. I'm busy.”
My orgasm slams into me, like a freight train. The phone tumbles out of my hands as my back arches off of the bed. I try to squirm away as the pleasure becomes too much, but Luke holds me in place. Not quite done with me yet.
“Please!” I cry out, although I’m not sure what exactly it is I’m pleading for.
As the waves of ecstasy begin to die down, Luke replaces his tongue with his fingers, gently rubbing against my pussy. “Did you get a good one?” He asks.
“Huh?”
“A picture, baby. Did you get a good picture?”
I nod shakily, still too focused on his skin against mine. I feel myself zoning out, but the blissful feeling taking over me is too strong to hold off.
He continues for a moment before pausing to look up to me. “Are you okay?” He asks. It’s not his question that brings me back to the present, but the genuine concern I’m surprised to hear in his voice.
“Yeah,” I start off, staring at him in awe. “I’ve never done that before.”
“You’ve never been eaten out?” He questions, looking at me as though I just told him that the world was going to end in five minutes.
I pull myself up until I’m sitting upright, having to contain another moan as my thighs squeeze together, pressing down on my overstimulated clit. “Nope.” I give him an awkward smile.
A surprised laugh fills the air around me and I watch as the look of bewilderment takes over his face. “Well did you enjoy it?” He asks, pulling his bottom lip in between his teeth.
Now it’s my turn to laugh. “Yeah that was pretty good.”
Luke stares at me for a moment, slowly dragging his bitten lip until it pops from his mouth. “You’re going to be his ruin, Nova.”
My phone lights up from where it had fallen on the bed. The buzz vibrates through the comforter below us. My trembling hand reaches forward, picking up the device.
Saint: Are you fucking serious
Saint: Nova
Saint: Nova I’ll kill him if he’s laid a hand on you
Saint: I’m going to fucking kill him
They all come through in rapid succession. Luke leans over to read the messages, and with how quickly he backs off, it's apparent that my rage is evident.
“Well since you’ve already pissed him off, any other cherries you’d like to pop?
” My eyes drag away from the phone screen and take him in.
He’s grinning over at me, dangling a bag in his hand.
With a second glance, I realize there’s a white substance sticking to the plastic, and all I can do is grin back.