Chapter 45 The Parley
The Parley
Luke
Patience and control have been my mistresses for a long time. I’ve needed to hold myself in check. My father requires it of me, and I’m not allowed to fail him.
But Harper tests both. She needs a steady hand, and right now mine are shaking.
Her breath hitches in the darkness. The scent of her arousal still lingers in the air around me.
The feel of her lips and tongue against my skin plays over and over in my mind.
The guys and I hoped we could move the boundaries to get some relief from the massive hard-ons Harper leaves us with every day, and show her what we have to offer her.
The girl has never experienced an orgasm. Tonight she got so fucking close. And then her mom called and ended all the fun.
Harper wants her punishment. Or rather doesn’t want to be punished, but wants it now when I’m so fucking keyed up, I’m about to explode if I can’t sink into her warm, tight pussy.
Honestly, I wouldn’t have punished her for this, but then Harper had to get mouthy about it. She can’t seem to help pushing me. Making me need to punish her.
Like she can dictate when and where she gets a punishment. She’s mine to control now, but she pushes at the edges of her cage just a little every time. Seeing if I’ll allow her to run free. Now that she’s mine though, she’ll never get away. She just hasn’t figured that out yet.
“Luke, I didn’t mean—” Her voice is softer, and I can hear just a hint of fear, trying to get out of what she’s asked for. That hint of defiance she can’t seem to resist.
“Stop, princess.” Taking a breath, I have myself under control enough to do what I have to. Though I haven’t completely decided how to punish her.
“I—”
“Come here.” I push my seat all the way back and hold out my hand to her. Tonight we would have broken her down until she came with us around her, watching her fall apart for all of us. It wouldn’t have mattered whose tongue was in her pussy. It would have been all of us.
She shrinks away from my hand. “You can punish me tomorrow. I swear.”
I snap my fingers and hold my hand out. Impatience tugs at me, but I can’t let it win.
She sighs, resigning herself to my will. When her hand slips into mine, something settles within me. I reel her in. She raises up on her knees, a shadow in the darkness, but she hesitates.
“Straddle my lap, princess.” I keep emotion out of my voice. I can control the lust flooding my body. Even if I have the worst case of blue balls ever.
She still hesitates.
I release a breath.
“This will go faster if you just submit. You wanted punishment,” I remind her. “Come and get it.”
Her hand tightens on mine as she slips over the center console and straddles my lap, sitting on my thighs instead of against me where she belongs.
Tsking her, I grab her hips to bring her against me. I’m still hard. I swear I always am around her. If I thought the others would be cool with it, I would take care of her virginity right now and get it out of the way.
But we agreed. And I have control. Even with her bare pussy pressed against my pants, I can control my lust. I don’t move my hands from her hips.
“Take off my shirt,” I order.
This close, even in the dark, I can make out her features. She’s unsure where this is going. Unfortunately it can’t go very far because our game got interrupted.
“Hurry, Harper. We need to get you home so you don’t get grounded.” I slip some boredom and arrogance into my tone.
She reaches for the hem of my shirt and pulls it over my head, dropping it onto her seat. I return my hands to her hips.
“Now take off yours.”
“I don’t—”
“Fine, tomorrow after school, we’ll have our own personal pep rally for the game in the locker room. Fifteen spankings in front of the football team should remind you who owns you.”
Her shirt joins mine on the passenger seat.
My shoulders relax, but she’s tense, trying to hold herself away from me.
Her breasts are magnificent. Just the right size without being too large and so fucking responsive.
I’m surprised she didn’t come when Caden and I sucked on her nipples. She had to be close.
Her hands rest on my shoulders, probably to keep herself away from me.
“Did you enjoy tonight?” I ask her. The darkness surrounds us, closing us in.
“Did I enjoy being forced to be practically naked with a bunch of guys in the same room?” Her tone is a little judgmental, but I know she loved every minute of it.
I catch her ponytail in my hand, bringing our bare chests together, and tip her head back. She gasps, and I can feel her tremble against me. I bring my mouth close to her ear.
“Not everything we do has to be a punishment, princess.”
“You mean I should just lie down and get it over with?” Her voice wavers, as if she’s afraid to say what she’s saying.
“Maybe.” I shift so that her clit presses against my cock. “We don’t even have to move to the backseat. I could just slide right into you. Right here, right now. Fuck you until you see stars.”
Her breath catches. I capture her earlobe between my teeth, and her fingernails dig into my shoulders. I suck on it to soothe the pain.
“I don’t want to have sex with you.” Her voice is small and unsure. The dampness of my pants where she presses against me tells me she lies. She may not be ready to accept that she wants us. But she does.
“Princess, you won’t lose your virginity in the quarterback’s car.”
Some of the tension eases out of her body.
“At least not tonight.” So many plans to make. “You won’t lose anything without us all there.”
She had a taste tonight of what it’s like to have three of us on her at once, while Eli watched. We just have to keep pushing those boundaries until she’s begging for it. Craving that sweet release with all of us.
Using her ponytail, I tilt her head back again. So that we’re eye to eye. Her breath rushes out over my lips and her brown eyes widen as she looks into mine.
“How should I punish you?” I whisper against her lips, but I don’t kiss her. I ease my hand under her skirt and grab a handful of her ass.
She jerks forward to get away from my hand, rubbing her sweet pussy against my throbbing dick. She whispers against my lips, “Luke, I need to get home.”
“Do you need to be punished, princess?” I release my grip, but stroke along her ass cheek with my fingers. “Do you want me to spank you?”
She shakes her head slightly.
“This is your opportunity. You pick how I’ll punish you.”
Harper
This feels so fucking different from Caden’s basement. I was in this position tonight already, but then we had three other guys to pull him and me back if we lost control. I’m alone with Luke in his car, practically naked, on his lap.
I wish I could taunt him and push him away.
If I truly didn’t want him, I don’t think he would force the issue.
Somewhere there is a line that not even Luke will cross.
The problem is, I’m still keyed up from all the stimulation in the basement and I’m not immune to any of these men. Especially not Luke.
He’s beautiful and so put together that I fight the urge to ruffle his hair. Pretty sure that wouldn’t go over well for me.
With every breath, my breasts rub against his warm chest. My nipples are hard peaks. I can taste his breath on my lips, the hint of mint.
He wants me to think and make a decision while his erection presses against my pussy, and every inch of his hot flesh against mine sends sparks sizzling through my body to settle between my thighs.
His lips hover over mine, and I can’t help thinking of how good it felt to kiss him on the football field and again in the cafeteria. How close I got to coming from his lips on mine and his cock rubbing against me intimately.
“What will it be, Harper?” Luke’s lips whisper against mine.
My breathing comes out in pants as I try to search his eyes in the darkness. Who will draw him back this time? Do I want someone to stop him? Do I need someone to stop us?
I throb against the feel of him between my legs.
My brain has officially left the building, and I must have no self-preservation because I lean in and claim his lips.
He yanks my ponytail, but not to disengage.
He angles my head to the side as he deepens the kiss.
His tongue strokes against mine, sending heat flooding through my veins and pooling low in my stomach.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I press my body into him. Hot skin against hot skin. I can’t seem to get close enough to him. The fingers on my ass are likely to leave bruises with how tight he’s holding onto it.
A mass of sensations, I whimper into his mouth. When I rock my hips against him, he moans, making my insides burst into flames. His lips leave mine and trail down over my jaw. Using his grip on my hair, he tips my head as his lips and tongue and teeth follow my jugular, teasing, torturing.
I roll my hips against his, knowing I’m making a mess on his pants again but not caring. Needing the friction. Needing him not to stop after thirty fucking seconds and leave me hanging on by a thread. So close to the release my body craves so badly.
He meets the motion of my hips with thrusts against me.
Teasing and tantalizing my neck with nips and kisses and licks.
I wouldn’t be surprised to find so many hickeys no amount of makeup will be able to hide them.
Marks claiming their territory. When Luke’s mouth settles on that spot where my neck meets my shoulder, he bites down.
I moan as everything inside me winds tighter. His fingers flex on my ass cheek like he’s trying to make sure they don’t leave that spot, but I need so much more. My empty core pulses. I want to tip over the edge into whatever is waiting for me on the other side. And I know he can get me there.
“Luke?” I need to know I’m not alone in this. That this attraction tears him up as much as it does me.
“Fuck, Harper.” His mouth finds mine again. He releases my hair and his other hand finds its way under my skirt, gripping my bare skin to help guide my hips against his. He slides his length against my clit, winding me tighter and tighter.
I break from his lips for a moment to search his eyes.
That fire and darkness from earlier blazes in them, even without light. I want to let him consume me until nothing is left but ashes. A glint enters his eyes, and it should scare me, but I need him to release me from this tension and pressure.
He shifts me. His hips still lead mine, but he presses me back against the steering wheel and then dips his head to take my nipple in his mouth.
My lips part and my fingers thread through his soft hair as sensations course through me.
He tortures me the way I tortured him, but this time no one will call time on us.
The pressure keeps building with no relief, until I feel like I might burst from it. His mouth finds mine again. His covered cock rubs against my throbbing clit as he devours me, taking everything I have to give.
“Let go, Harper,” he whispers against my lips.
Suddenly as if waiting for his command, my body unravels.
Time freezes as euphoria floods me. My lips part and I cry out against his mouth, clinging to him as wave after wave crashes over me.
It’s too much. Sparks release like fireworks through my blood, lighting up my whole body. I gasp against his mouth.
All those times I’d been so close to this and never tipped over. Fuck.
His hips don’t let up, keeping me in the moment, drawing out my orgasm. Until he groans, his cock jerking against me as he comes. The tension releases from him as he sinks back into his seat, drawing me against him.
He kisses me with that softness again before he holds me. I don’t have the strength left to resist as I collapse against him. I sink into his warmth, unable to gather my scattered thoughts.
I rest my cheek against his shoulder as his hand strokes my back. Tiny flutters surge through my pussy, clenching around nothing.
Fuck, that was just… fuck. I should have masturbated. If I’d known this was the end result.
“Feel good, princess?”
I nod and rub my cheek against his shoulder, inhaling his sultry cologne and breathing out. I want to rub on him like a cat until I get off again.
“We need to get you home.”
I can’t look him in the eye as he helps me return to my seat. I give him his shirt and pull my bra out of my purse, putting it and my shirt on. He starts the car. When the dash lights the interior, I catch the dampness on the front of his pants and blush.
He takes my panties out of his pocket, and I think he’s going to hand them to me. Instead, he lifts the waist of his pants and wipes at his cum. Blushing, I look out the window at the darkness surrounding us.
He slips my panties back in his pocket and puts the car into gear.
I’m not sure what to say. I didn’t intend for any of that to happen. Public humiliation stormed my mind, and then desire and lust clouded it over until all I could think about was the slide of his hot body against mine.
“You’ll come to the game tomorrow, and the after-party.” Luke’s tone doesn’t leave any room for me to decline, so I don’t say anything.
At least my body no longer feels like it’s on fire. The rest of the drive is in silence. When he pulls up to my house, the light is on in the kitchen and the curtain flutters in the window.
Luke parks the car. “Don’t get grounded, princess.”
“Don’t keep me out late on a school night, Death,” I shoot back, unable to resist.
His cool eyes meet mine. I’m still not sure what to make of what happened in this car, so I drop my gaze to my hands in my lap.
“I don’t think my mom knows what grounding is,” I admit softly as I undo my seatbelt and start to open the door.
Luke grabs my ponytail, not as rough as usual, but I still feel a slight bite of pain. He turns me to face him and takes my lips. I wish I could stop responding to him, but my will isn’t that strong.
When he breaks the kiss, he smirks. “Tomorrow night you party with the gods.”