Chapter 16 #2
“I have a lovely turtle cheesecake,” Drew began.
“Not hungry,” I barked, reaching for Luke’s hand and pulling him up.
“Thomas Webb Sunday, you will remember your manners,” Drew barked. “We have a guest.”
I gritted my teeth and sat back down. “Pardon me, Luke,” I said with as much feigned politeness as a deranged serial killer. “Are you hungry for dessert?”
Luke’s eyes danced, and he bit his lip against a smile. “Why, yes, actually.” I slumped in my chair until he spoke again. His eyes bored into mine. “But not for cheesecake.”
I stared at him before looking around at my family members.
“Go,” Drew said, waving us off. “Fucking hell. Kids today.”
I didn’t stick around long enough to hear them all start laughing. I grabbed Luke’s hand and pulled him out of the room and up the stairs.
“We should have stayed at your place,” I muttered.
“My place smells like paint,” he reminded me with a laugh. “And my new mattress doesn’t get delivered until tomorrow, remember?”
I led him into my bedroom and closed the door before using my hip to shove my dresser in front of it. “Your trailer would have been better than being under the same roof with my meddling family,” I continued.
“You mean my death trap?” he laughed.
His laughter made me so fucking happy. I turned to look at him.
“Are you concerned about our security?” Luke asked, eyeing the dresser in front of the door.
“Yes,” I grumbled, taking a step toward him. Then another. “Nothing, and I mean nothing, is going to interfere with the rest of my night with you.”
Luke’s sparkling eyes stayed on mine while he pulled his shirt off. “Good. I’ve been waiting three weeks for this.”
His confidence surprised me, but it excited me, too. I moved closer and put my hands on his shoulders before moving my palms down the warm skin of his bare chest.
Sometimes I forgot he was so much smaller than me because the impact of his presence was so huge. Whenever he was nearby—hell, even when he wasn’t—he was all I could see or think about.
But being with him like this, watching my rough hand stroke along his fine skin, feeling his smaller frame slot against my larger one, the urge to cherish and protect him was hard to resist.
So I didn’t.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. I could barely sit still at dinner thinking of all the things I wanted to try with you tonight.”
I leaned down and dropped an open-mouthed kiss on his collarbone, his pec, the center of his chest. I laved the area around his nipple with my tongue, avoiding the incredibly tempting, incredibly unexpected, and incredibly fucking hot metal ring that protruded from it until Luke was shuddering, bowing his back, and using my hair like reins to force me to suck it.
“Stop teasing!”
My dick thumped against the front of my pants. “Holy fuck, you’re killing me,” I murmured before taking the ring into my mouth and gently tugging it with my teeth.
Luke sucked in a breath. “Don’t die. Please don’t die. Not right now. Not before… Harder. Please, harder.”
I pulled the nub into my mouth with firm suction, and Luke made a noise that was caught between a moan and a sob.
“Oh, yeah,” he breathed. “Webb…”
“You taste so good,” I murmured against his skin. “Want to lick and nibble every inch of your body.”
I moved my hands down to unbutton his jeans.
It was still a little foreign encountering the thicker elastic band of boxer briefs rather than dainty panties from years of previous sexual experiences, but that foreign feeling only made me hotter.
After several heavy make-out sessions, I knew how incredible it felt palming his hard dick through the cotton of his underwear.
Everything about Luke Williams got me hot. He could meet my eye across a stack of dusty floor tile and I’d imagine getting on my knees for him on that very tile.
“I want to suck you,” I said, remembering one of my biggest fantasies from these past weeks.
I dropped to my knees and looked up at him, pausing before pulling his pants down the way I wanted. “That okay?”
Luke bit his lip and tried not to grin. “Do you think I’m ever going to say no to that? Have you lost your mind?”
I laughed and leaned in to kiss the soft hair below his belly button. The faint musky scent of him made my heart ramp up, and my fingers itched to strip him bare. I worried that if I truly allowed myself free rein, I’d scare the poor guy.
I wanted to attack him and pin him down while I did so many dirty things to his body.
“Your hands are shaking,” he said when I forced myself to focus on lowering his zipper without hurting him.
“Want you,” I croaked. “S’fuckin bad.”
The look he gave me—one of tenderness but unadulterated heat, too—was overwhelming in the best way.
“Take me.”
I let out a deep sound from my throat and shoved his pants and underwear down before licking a stripe up his hard cock. Delicate skin over hard steel. The head was flushed pink and sticky wet at the slit. I teased it with my tongue so I could taste him.
My brothers and my best friend, Jack, had never been shy about sharing their love of giving and receiving head, but I’d never in a million years understood how they could like giving it.
Now I did.
Watching and hearing Luke’s groans and gasps, feeling the scrape of his fingernails in my hair, and smelling the scent of his sex was… heady. More than heady.
It was addictive.
“Don’t stop,” Luke urged. His thigh muscles felt lean and strong under my hands. I reached around to palm his rounded ass while I groaned around his dick.
I didn’t want to stop, but I wanted inside him, too. I wanted everything with him.
I pulled off and lunged up to kiss him on the mouth. My hands clasped the back of his head to hold him still while I devoured him. “What do you want, Luke?” I sounded breathless and desperate, which was an accurate depiction of how I felt.
His eyes were glassy, and his chin was pink from my beard stubble. “Would you… do you…” He swallowed. “I would really like you to fuck me. If you’re… if you’d like that too.”
I closed my eyes and rested my forehead against his. “Baby, I want to be as close as humanly possible to you right now. I would love nothing more than that if you’re sure.”
His smile was gorgeous as always, even if it was a little shy at the moment. “So super incredibly sure.”
For some reason, knowing we were going to have sex and that we had the entire night, helped me calm the fuck down. I still wanted him desperately, but I also wanted to make it good for him.
I moved him over to my bed and pulled the covers back before laying him down. He was completely naked in my bed. I couldn’t help but stare at him while I removed my own clothes piece by piece.
The hungry look on his face was almost comical. “You’re making me feel like turtle cheesecake,” I teased.
He licked his lips. “I’ve always wanted to devour turtle cheesecake.”
I crawled up his body from the foot of the bed, dropping kisses along the way until I could get his cock into my mouth again. Sucking and slurping noises filled the air, enough to make me grateful for the loud attic fan Uncle Drew had insisted on operating tonight.
Smart man.
I forced myself to stop before Luke could come. His stomach muscles were taut, and his toes curled. “Wait right here.” I moved over to the side table and grabbed the lube and a condom. When my brothers had left them on the front seat of my truck the other day, I’d wanted to kill them.
Now I wanted to kiss them.
“You have to make sure I’m doing this right,” I said, feeling my nerves sneak back in. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I can do it,” he said, reaching for the lube. “The prep, I mean. You don’t have to—”
I swatted his hand away. “Luke Williams, if you don’t grant me the privilege of doing this, I will not be responsible for my actions.”
His eyes met mine. “Permission granted,” he teased. “But make it quick. I wasn’t expecting you to edge me tonight after this danged town has already spent the past three weeks edging both of us.”
I lubed up my fingers and reached between his legs to find his hole. He gasped. “Cold… frick.”
I leaned in to kiss his lips. “You’re allowed to curse when we’re having sex, baby,” I murmured, smiling against his mouth.
“Can’t,” he said, arching his head back and exposing his throat. “Oh God. If I get… get in the habit, I’ll…” He groaned and arched again as my finger breached him and moved deeper inside.
“You’ll?”
“Curseinfrontofthekids. Stop talking and oh my God.”
I kissed him again before moving carefully to insert a second finger. Luke’s chest was red, a tendon stood out on his neck, and his fingers curled into fists around the sheets. He was stunning.
“Stop staring and get inside me,” he said breathlessly. “Now.”
I tore the condom open and slid it on before slicking it up. “Bossy Luke. I like it.”
His eyes met mine. “Please.” He said it softly and tenderly, and it made my stomach fly in erratic acrobatic patterns through my gut.
I moved on top of him and settled between his legs. Words of affection and devotion tripped over themselves to escape my mouth, but I bit them back. I knew better than to say something stupid in the heat of passion.
But the words were there anyway, even though they remained unspoken.
I brushed the hair back from his forehead and met his eyes again to make sure we were still on the same page.
“You’re incredible,” I said softly before kissing his cheek.
“So fucking sexy and beautiful. You make me hard. Seeing you every day is like…” Fuck.
The words were leaking out past the barricades I’d carefully commanded in place.
“Thank you for being who you are and for being here with me right now.”
When I started pushing into his body, it was one of the most incredible moments of my life, the kind of moment that would be marked for permanent storage in my memories and come back to the forefront time and time again in the future.
His feelings were plain to see on his face. His responsiveness to my touch, his own affection for me… It was everything.