Chapter 54 The Kiss of Death
The Kiss of Death
Harper
Oh, shit is my last thought before Luke’s lips crash down over mine. My insides buzz with anticipation. He crowds me against the wall, pressing every inch of him against me, including his hard cock. I throb with need as his tongue thrusts into my mouth.
Whimpering, I grab onto his shoulders, holding on while he takes complete control of me. He conquers and tastes my mouth like we’ve never done this before. Curious, I slide my tongue against his and electricity zaps through my veins.
Lifting his head, he presses his forehead to mine. “Take out my cock.”
His eyes are warm pools as I search them. Is this really happening? Is he going to fuck me or make me suck him off? My pussy pulses in time with my heart. I lower my hands to his jeans and flick open the button. His fingers tighten in my hair when I slide the zipper down.
I wet my lips as my knuckles brush his cock.
His other hand falls to my bare thigh below my skirt.
It brands me, pouring heat through me. Even though I want to close my eyes, I bite my lip but refuse to release his gaze.
It’s like he’s testing me, pushing me. It’s a dangerous game I’m determined to win.
I slip my hand into his jeans and stroke his thick, hard cock through his boxer briefs.
He sucks in a breath before releasing it against my lips. He lifts his hand beneath my skirt to my bare hip. My breath catches, wanting him to touch me more. I push his jeans over his hips, and they fall to his feet.
I haven’t done what he asked yet. His boxers still cover his cock. His eyes burn into mine. I’m going slow, not to waste time, but because I want to. I want to have some control over Luke Foster.
Shoving his boxers down, I lick my lips. His gaze drops to my lips, and I almost shout in victory. He looked away first. A small smile forms. He tugs on my hair hard, tipping my head back farther, and I forget my small victory.
“I should just fuck you right now.” His mouth hovers over mine. Our eyes are back to being locked.
I run my hand over the smooth skin of his cock, remembering how he felt deep inside me as we held each other’s gaze. My pussy aches with the need to come.
“Why don’t you?” I challenge against his lips.
His smirk is the only warning I have before he thrusts his fingers inside my pussy. My lips part at the feel of his fingers deep inside me. I clench around them, surprised I’m not as sore as this morning.
“So wet, princess.” Luke licks my lips and fucks me with his fingers, rocking them back and forth, flicking his thumb over my clit, making my body scream with need.
I slide my thumb over his tip through his precum, smearing it around. “So are you.”
I lick his lip before pressing up so our mouths collide.
Gentleness between me and Luke isn’t really a thing.
There have been soft moments like yesterday when he let me take his cock for the first time.
But this kiss is a clash of wills. Teeth clicking and tongues lashing each other, while we work to drive the other crazy.
Passion whirls around me like a storm, crashing over me, lifting me higher until I’m hovering on the edge.
Just as I’m about to come, Luke yanks his fingers out of me.
I protest with a groan in his mouth. His lips smile against mine.
When his hands grab my thighs and he lifts me up against the door, I grab hold of his shoulders to steady myself. Before I can even think, he slides his cock deep into me.
“Oh, fuck,” I say into Luke’s mouth.
I struggle to adjust to his size and let my head fall against the door, but he follows me, keeping us connected, kissing me as I throb around him. It’s still new and feels odd, but so fucking good.
He slows down the kiss, making it a claiming instead of a hostile takeover. I sink into his mouth, giving in to the desire he awakens. He’s all around me, filling my nose with his scent, my mouth with his taste, my body with his touch.
When I squeeze around his cock, he groans into my mouth. Power. I have it over him. I know it, but I don’t know how to use it… yet.
But there’s something more here.
He slowly withdraws before surging back inside me, and my brain explodes with the sensation. My insides wind up again as he continues the slow onslaught. Our breathing grows heavy, but we don’t back away from kissing each other.
“Luke?” I whisper into his mouth.
“Sore?”
“No.” I take in a breath as he keeps thrusting in so deep, I can feel him pressing against my wall.
“What then?” He lifts his head from mine.
My eyes open to his, and I lose my train of thought. The intimacy of this moment isn’t lost on me. He has me spread open against the door, holding my hips as he slowly fucks me. My fingers clutch his hair.
How did I get here? Me, Harper Davidson? I search his eyes while he slowly drives me mad with the slide of his cock inside me. I soften my hold in his hair. His eyes close at the touch, like it feels good.
“I need more,” I whisper, not knowing what to ask for because I don’t know what I need. I just know he can give it to me.
He thrusts harder into me. A moan wells up inside me, spilling out my lips. Sparks float across my vision, and it feels so good.
“Like that, princess?” His blue eyes are so dark, I barely see the edge of light blue. “Harder?”
Yes, that’s exactly what I need. I bite my lip and nod as he continues to thrust harder, pressing so deep. It’s like he can’t get deep enough, can’t drive in hard enough. I want to feel him all around me.
The speed of his thrusts grows faster. I tug on his hair, so close to something fantastic.
“Touch yourself, princess,” he whispers against my lips. “Slide your finger over your clit.”
I touch my soft, wet skin and slip my fingers over my clit, back to where Luke’s cock pistons in and out of me, stretching me open.
His grip tightens on my hips. “Rub where it feels good, princess.”
I return my fingers to the hard button that makes me clench around his cock.
“Circle it. I want to feel you come on my cock. Do it, so I can fill you with my cum.” Luke’s eyes hold mine as I swirl my finger around my clit.
He thrusts in deep and hard, pressing on something inside that makes it hard to breathe. The pleasure swells hotter, thicker, dragging me up to a crest.
“Come for me, Harper.” He leans back to look down at where I’m touching myself, and he’s penetrating me like he can’t stop himself. I follow his gaze.
All at once my insides explode. I cry out and tip my head back as my orgasm swells inside me. His nose nudges at mine before he claims my mouth, pistoning inside me until he groans against my lips.
Every stroke slides against my pulsing walls until he buries himself deep.
I cry out into his mouth as his cock jerks, filling me.
My pussy convulses around him, and I can’t breathe.
Slowly, his lips move over mine, exploring, bringing me back down to him.
An aftershock ripples through me, and he groans again.
“Fuck.” He drops his head to my shoulder as we breathe together, still connected, his cock hard inside me. Wrapping myself around him, I don’t want him to pull out. I don’t want to stop feeling this. Not right away.
He thrusts again, sending another ripple through me, forcing a moan from my lips.
“If you were mine alone, I’d lock this door and keep you in here all night.” He lifts his head to meet my eyes. “I’d fuck you into tomorrow.”
My pussy clenches around him again. I don’t know what to say to that. That’s not our deal. Not our arrangement. I want the others too. As much as I want Luke, I want them all.
“You make me want to misbehave, Harper.” Shaking his head, he lifts me against him, his cock buried deep, my legs wrapped around his hips.
“Luke, we should clean up. The others—”
“Shh, let me pretend, princess.” He walks into the bathroom and sets me on the counter between the two sinks. His cock is almost out of me before he thrusts back in deep. “I want to see you.”
I don’t know what he means, but every thrust builds the fire within again.
“Lean back against the mirror.” He holds my hips while I follow his order. I don’t even consider being defiant. I want whatever he’ll give me.
He lifts my skirt around my waist. His gaze falls on the number thirty-four in blue on the silver jersey. “Take it off.”
I lean up and strip off Caden’s jersey.
“All of it.”
With shaking hands, I lift my shirt off and remove my bra.
Luke takes his shirt with one hand and lifts it over his head, leaving him completely naked and me in only a skirt. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
“So are you.” I relax against the mirror, between the two sinks, impaled on Luke’s cock. The fire inside burns brighter when his eyes meet mine.
He leans over me. His chest rubs my nipples. Arching into him, I suck in a breath at the jolt of arousal whipping through me. He captures the back of my neck and lowers his mouth to mine. “You’re mine, Harper Davidson.”
His lips take mine, and I fall into him.
Little moments.
Fuck me. These little moments will destroy me. He makes me want more, makes me crave more. This gentle stuff is an illusion. It has to be, because it makes me want something I know he isn’t capable of giving.
He lifts his mouth from mine and leans back. Taking hold of my ankles, he puts my feet on the counter. “Stay.”
His gaze drops to where his cock’s buried inside me. He draws out slowly. The wet noise almost makes me embarrassed. He’s so focused on my pussy and his cock. It’s mesmerizing to watch him as he watches his cock fuck me, claim me.
He lifts his gaze to mine as he thrusts in deep. I catch my breath at the desire, at the possessive look in his eyes. Maybe this is what sex is always like with Luke. Maybe every woman before me felt this way. Got this look from him.
My heart clenches. He didn’t keep any of them. He won’t keep me either, not past this year. It’s just words. It’s just lust. All I can hope to be is unforgettable. A fond memory.
He presses his thumb against my lower lip and drags it down. “Suck it.”
I open my mouth and draw his thumb in, sucking on it hard while his eyes hold mine. His cock thrusts in and out of my pussy. I can’t help thinking about sucking on a cock while he thrusts deep inside me. Tingles burst through me.
“Touch your breasts for me.” He draws his thumb from my mouth and lowers it to my clit, winding me so tight. When I don’t move to grab my breasts, his heated gaze flicks up to mine. “Touch them.”
I’m at an awkward angle here on the counter, my shoulders against the mirror, but I grab both of my breasts and squeeze them. Heat pours through me, making me buck against Luke.
“Fuck.” Luke leans in and takes my nipple into his mouth as I hold my breast for him. Every pull tugs deep inside.
His hips move slowly in time with each draw of my breast. His thumb works my clit, making me squirm with the need for release. He supports me with his hand in the middle of my back as he leaves my nipple, spreading kisses across my chest before descending on the other.
Dragging my fingers over my abandoned nipple in time with his sucks, I rub his spit over it.
Lifting, he leans back. At this angle, I can see his cock thrusting into my pussy. How it comes out wet and glides back inside. How thick he is, and what it feels like gliding in and out. I squeeze my nipples.
“Watch my cock fuck you, Harper. Know I’m going to fill your cunt so fucking full of my cum it will be leaking down your thighs as the rest of them play with you.”
His possessive words make sparks ignite beneath my skin. Part of me wants to be his, wants to be taken by him. Wants to obey him. I watch his cock sliding in and out of my pussy, building that overwhelming feeling again.
“See how greedy your pussy is? How much it wants my cum? You’re so fucking tight, clutching at my cock like you never want to let go.”
I can’t meet his eyes, not now. Not this intimate. Yes, he’s fucking me, but if I see what’s in his eyes, it might change how I feel about him. This is just about sex. About getting our rocks off because it feels amazing.
But something in his voice… a longing pulls at me.
His thumb presses harder, and he thrusts deeper and faster, taking away all rational thoughts. Only the need to come remains.
“Squeeze your nipples.”
As I do, my release shreds through me. I arch against him, wrapping myself around him and drawing his mouth to mine. My release seems never-ending, but he keeps fucking me through it until he groans.
His cock fills me with cum as he shudders in my arms.
I kiss down his jaw to his neck and rest my head against his shoulder as I come down, clinging to him and his warmth. What the fuck was that?
Our sweaty skin slides against each other. My skirt is the only clothing either of us has on.
When he lifts me in his arms again, my eyes flick up to his, almost afraid he’s going to fuck me again and not sure how I feel about it. I mean, I like sex, but somehow it feels like I keep getting closer to Luke, and that wouldn’t be good for my mental health.
He smirks, bringing me back to our reality. “Much as I want to show the guys how you look when you are well fucked, we should shower before they get here.”
My skin is flushed pink, and we smell like sex. A shower is a good idea.
After turning on the shower, he sets me on my feet and lowers my skirt to the floor. I wish I could say the ache between my legs is soreness, but I know it’s not. It’s want. It craves Luke.
I crave Luke.
His blue eyes meet mine, and I catch my breath at the desire lingering in them. This can’t last forever, right? At some point, sex will become routine. Not a burning flame that never seems to go out.
Fortunately I have almost a whole year to fuck Luke out of my system before we go our separate ways.