Chapter 20 #2
“Eyes on me, princess. I want you to give me those eyes when you come.” I lift my head back up and with a few more strokes of his tongue and his fingers driving into my cunt, I fall apart, screaming his name.
“I don’t even know if I’ll be able to walk after that,” I tell him, feeling light-headed from the orgasm. He solves all my problems by bringing me into his arms before carrying me to the couch in the living room.
He kisses my nose, and I sigh. I settle over his hips, but Luke gives a warning look.
“Jessica, you know you don’t have to do anything. Giving you pleasure is all I really need.”
“Shut up, Luke, and let me decide if you should cum in my mouth or on my tits today.” His eyes widen at my answer, and I smile up at him before lowering myself onto the floor so I’m directly in front of his crouch.
Making him feel good isn’t something I feel like I need to do; it’s something I crave to do.
“Damn woman, I didn’t realize just how much of a dirty talker you are.” He tells me while I drag down his sweatpants. His cock is hard and glistening with pre-cum.
“You haven’t seen anything yet.” I wink at him before grabbing his cock and start pumping before licking off the pre-cum. Luke’s head falls back, and he grips a pillow.
“Eyes on me, Luke. And I’d rather you grab me with those hands.” He does as I say and replaces the pillow with my hair.
I hollow out my cheeks and start sucking him harder into my mouth whilst toying with his balls. Luke’s cursing and roughly grabbing my hair make me wet all over again.
Seeing him out of control because of me makes me feel powerful. Watching his muscles flex, his skin glisten, and the desire in his face makes me feel like a goddess.
Such a powerful man at my mercy.
“Jessica, I’m going to cum.” He warns me, and I suck harder. Just when I feel the first squirts of cum, I take his cock out of my mouth, and he jerks himself as he comes all over my chest.
“Fucking hell, Jessica, now I’m the one who can’t have functioning legs.” I laugh at him, happy to make him feel as unsteady as he did to me before I go clean up.
Just as I come back from the bathroom wearing one of Luke’s T-shirts that covers me, my phone rings. I see the caller ID displaying Sarah and an incoming FaceTime call.
“It’s my best friend, Sarah, do you mind?” I ask Luke, but he only pats the spot beside him and says,
“Sit down, baby girl. I want to meet her.”
My heart warms at that. I haven’t had many boyfriends, but no one has ever been eager to meet and get to know my friends.
I sit down next to him, but keep him out of frame when I answer.
“Hey, girl.” Sarah barely manages a greeting before she launches into a rant about her latest guy drama.
“Can you believe him? He threatened to report me to HR! He’s the one who insulted me, for Christ’s sake. I just put him in his place, something he’s clearly never been before.” Luke chuckles softly next to me, but Sarah notices everything, and her eyes sharpen at me.
“Hold on, are you taking my call with the guy with the fingers right next to you, and you didn’t even introduce me?” I blush intensely because, of course, Sarah has to let Luke know I’ve been talking about him and his fingers.
He takes my phone from me, wearing the biggest, proudest smile on his lips.
“That would be me. Nice to meet you, Sarah,” he says, and I sigh at him.
The charming bastard.
Sarah starts filling Luke in on the story of Alexander McGregor, and he laughs but offers his input whenever Sarah stops and asks for his opinion.
“Honestly, Sarah, I think he’s messing with you when he says he’s going to HR. He’s probably a little embarrassed but too proud to admit it, and he thinks that attack is the best defence.” She thinks that over, and I lean on his shoulder.
“Yeah, I hope so. Ah, I just don’t want to deal with him, but that’s kind of inevitable with him being on the team. Maybe I can get him fired,” she says, and we laugh.
Leave it to Sarah to want to try to fire the captain of one of the leading Hockey teams in the NHL.
I do not doubt that my best friend can accomplish anything she sets her mind to.
We talk some more before I feel my eyes drifting closed.
“My girl is getting sleepy over her. It was nice meeting you, Sarah. We’re going to pray for the downfall of McGregor.”
We say our goodbyes, and when Luke puts down the phone, I turn to him.
“My girl?” I mimic his words. My heart races as Luke scratches his neck and looks sheepishly at me.
“Yeah, you’re my girl in every sense of the word, if you’ll have me,” he says, leaning in to kiss me. I feel lightheaded, and even though part of me wonders if we’re moving too fast, it just feels so good and natural to be with Luke.
Being part of the F1 world means everything is all-consuming, and my relationship with Luke feels the same way.
“Yeah, I’ll have you,” I tell him, and he smiles at me.
“Okay then, girlfriend, let’s get you to bed, to sleep.” He laughs when I pout, but we agreed to try slowing things down in the sexual department.
When we get into bed, Luke pulls me into his arms for cuddling, and I fall asleep with a smile on my face.