7. Luke
SEVEN
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W e stopped back at her parents' house before dinner.
As we walked through the cozy living room, filled with the scent of her mom’s cooking and the warmth of family laughter, I noticed how Olivia’s eyes sparkled with joy. We had a few more nights there, surrounded by the crisp Delaware winter.
The nights were cold, with the wind howling outside and snow blanketing the ground, which only made me miss laying next to Olivia even more. Each flake fell peaceful, shimmering and glistening in the sky before effervescing into the winter wonderland that created the gorgeous, white canvas presented before us.
What I would give to wrap her in my arms every night. Feeling her tighten around me with a symphony of snowflakes falling silently in the backdrop.
Fuck.
While I loved being with her and seeing her so at peace, I couldn’t stop thinking with the wrong fucking head. It had been days since I felt her pussy clench around my cock, and the longing was becoming unbearable. Every touch, every glance, only fueled the fire. I needed a cold shower to cool down the heat that blossomed inside me.
Embarrassing.
I felt like a fucking kid.
Ready to blow his load every time I saw the sway of her hips, the way her ass vibrated with every step she took in literally every piece of clothing she wore. Her hard nipples were always practically fucking begging me to stare at them every night at the dinner table, hell, at every table I sat at with her , as they poked through her shirt. We agreed it would be weird to sleep in the same bed under her parent’s roof, though they practically encouraged it, which, of course, embarrassed my sweet, innocent angel.
The one I couldn’t stop imagining plunging my dick into. It made no sense to me. I went years without being inside of a woman. Before Olivia, I barely even had the desire.
At one point, Aidan asked me if I was more interested in him since I hadn’t ever mentioned a woman.
Goddamn, I was pathetically, hopelessly, and irreversibly addicted to her.
Once we all retired to our respective quarters, I immediately took to the guest shower, turning the water on as cold as it would go. I stood there, letting the frigid water cascade over me, feeling each droplet like tiny needles against my skin, trying to squeeze out the ache in my balls that were begging to empty inside of her. By the time I got out, goosebumps plagued my flesh.
And my cock? Could bust through a brick fucking wall. I wrapped a towel around my waist and ensured no one was in the hallway before stepping out and hustling back to the guest room that Janine made up for me.
I closed the door behind me, locking the latch on the doorknob, blowing out a deep breath, trying to figure out how I was going to carry on being the respectful boyfriend their daughter deserved; and not the horndog that shows up to a dinner with her family, sporting a boner busting through his fucking jeans.
I leaned my forehead against the cool wood of the door and closed my eyes, willing myself to soften up so I could get dressed. We had just over an hour until her parent’s reservations at a restaurant closer to the city. It was Olivia and her mom’s go-to place for celebrations; this time, they were celebrating having their daughter back.
“You sure know how to keep a girl waiting,” came her soft, sweet voice.
I didn’t think it was possible for my cock to get harder, but just the sound coming off her lips had me raging to pound her out.
I turned and saw Olivia lying on my bed on her back, with one knee propped up, completely naked. My control was good in the best of times, but right then, looking at her made me fucking weak in the knees.
“Angel,” my tone full of warning.
She crawled to the edge of the bed, smirking at me, all curves, curls, and sexy. “Luke, I’ve missed you.”
“You’ve been with me every single day this week.” I laughed as I turned my back against the door, the towel fighting with every thread it was worth to conceal my rock hard appendage.
“No.” Her voice was a subtle whisper as she stepped off the bed and pressed her naked body against mine. “I’ve missed you,” she said again, tracing fingers across my bare skin, “inside of me.”
She kissed my neck, her tongue lining my pulse point, sending waves of pleasure through me. I wanted her so bad. I had this entire fucking week. Every single time she laughed, every time she smiled at me or kissed me goodnight, I wanted to bend her over and fuck her like a wild animal.
I am better than this .
That was the last coherent thought as she made her way to my jawline. Kissing up to my lips, she stood on her toes and barely reached my mouth.
I bent and kissed her back, hard. My tongue shoved its way between her lips, the same way I wanted to do to her pussy, sweeping and sliding against hers. My towel fell around our ankles, pooling at our feet in a mess. I felt her grind her bare cunt against my length, coating it. She was already soaking for me.
“Angel,” I breathed as she kissed me harder and faster with more urgency. She hiked her leg up, practically climbing up my body. “I don’t know if I could stop. I don’t want your parents to hear us and feel disrespected.”
My heart pounded in my chest, my pulse throbbed through my fucking cock as her sticky juices dripped onto it. No doubt her thighs glistened with her wetness, at the contact we’d both grown insatiable for.
“I don’t want you to stop. I promise I’ll be quiet,” she purred as her hard nipples scraped against my abs. “Please, Luke, I need you so fucking bad. I need to feel you inside of me.”
Her voice went straight to my dick.
She kissed down my chest, leaving a trail of warm saliva in her wake as she licked down my abs. My body clenched so hard, I could feel her tongue slipping into the hollow of each muscle. Her mocha-colored eyes looked up at me as she slid down to her knees in front of me, running her soft hands down the sides of my thighs, squeezing my ass muscles as she went down .
“Are you going to tell me no, Sergeant?” she asked in a voice dripping with need.
My breath was shaky as her tongue licked the head of my cock which was red and swollen with my arousal. I looked down at the sight of her, gorgeous and on her knees, like a gift waiting to be unwrapped.
And fuck, I wanted to unwrap her under the tree every morning.
The explicit images of what was to come floated to the forefront of my mind and added to the raging hard on I had been fighting for days.
Her tongue swirled around the head as she took it into her mouth like a candy cane, savoring the sweetness as she licked the precum clean off of me. My head fell back against the door, my breathing unsteady. The temptation to ram my cock down her throat was an overwhelming urge I struggled to fight.
I closed my eyes and tried to think of anything to keep me from busting in her mouth prematurely. Her tongue licked me from the base of my cock back to the tip; her hand came up and cupped my balls, massaging them as her mouth closed around me.
“Shit,” I whispered hoarsely, feeling the hot, wet heat of her throat take half my cock in one suck.
I looked down at her in a lust induced haze. Her full lips wrapped around me again, her cheeks hollowing as she took me inch by inch by inch…by inch. My entire cock slipped down the back of her throat as she took a deep inhale through her nose, never breaking eye contact with me as those fuckable lips touched my pelvis.
She deep throated my dick like her mouth had been made for me. She shook her head slightly, moaning, the vibrations making me twitch as she pulled it nearly all the way out, sucking it back down her throat.
Nothing would have made me happier than to fill her belly with my cum, but what kind of man would I be if I got off before her? Her cheeks hollowed out around my length again, sucking stronger this time. I felt her tongue caress every pulsing vein along my cock; it popped out of her mouth with a wet sound.
“Please, don’t say no to me. I want you so bad,” she said, looking up at me from her knees.
Lust swam in her dark gaze; her lips swelled and glistened in a way only I could make them. She had my entire heart in her hands and didn’t have a single clue.
I placed my hand on the back of her head, her natural curls soft and fluffy in my hands. “I could never, ever say no to you, angel.”
She smiled up at me, motioning me to the bed. I made my way over there, every step feeling like agony as my dick throbbed with my footsteps. She laid down and spread her legs, showing me her glistening pussy, wet and ready for me.
“Fuck, you are beautiful,” I told her, one hand stroking my cock. I leaned over her, gliding my tongue across her lips, wanting access to her mouth. Her hands gripped both sides of my face as she intensified the kiss.
“I promise to be quiet,” she mumbled against the kiss.
Two of my fingers slipped inside her cunt; the feel of her soaking wet honey coating my skin told me all I needed to know. She was ready for me; I wasted no time sinking inside of her. Every single inch of my cock was drenched in her arousal, her walls clenched and stretched to accommodate me as she groaned loudly.
I slapped a hand over her mouth as I fucked her harder and faster. The bed creaked, her legs wrapped around my waist, and my balls made obscene sounds as they slapped against her ass. I moved my hand and kissed her lips with an intensity that could burn the fucking sun.
“Be a good girl and take this cock quietly like you promised me you would,” I told her as she clenched around my dick.
“I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel,” she whispered.
I felt her inner walls twitch around me. I was getting close to coming. It had barely been five minutes, and I was ready to empty myself in her.
Pathetic.
“You already do.”
She kissed me again, grinding her hips against me, her clit hitting my pelvis as she wrung out her own pleasure. I felt the swollen muscle throb as she moaned into my mouth, her tongue tangling with mine.
“Fuck, Luke.” Her pussy clamped down on me, and it took everything in me to hold my own orgasm back as her cum splashed onto me. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
She continued to kiss me as she rode out her orgasm, soaking me and the sheets, making a mess of us both. Her inner thighs glistened with her release, and she shifted us into a new position, taking control as she moved on top. Her throbbing clit, and swollen pussy sank down on my cock, and that sight would forever be ingrained in my memories.
“Shit, you look so good filled with my cock,” I told her as she moved her hips in a figure eight, her thighs on either side of mine as she stuffed herself full of my cock.
“My pussy looks even better filled with your cum,” she moaned, riding me hard. Our bodies made the most delicious wet sounds as I watched my dick slip in and out of her.
With every pull of her pussy, her juices coated me. I reached out and thumbed her pulsing clit, wringing out another orgasm that rippled over her body. She threw her head back, her hands moving to her breasts, massaging the hard nipples that were calling for me to suck on them.
I was fucking finished. A goner. A victim to this gorgeous woman who’d have me forever ensnared in her life.
I watched in fascinated awe as her pussy stretched around my length. I loved watching her take me; my size compared to her got me even harder. Watching my cock spread her cunt, seeing her arousal glistening with every stroke of my dick inside of her walls—well, that was the Christmas miracle I never knew I needed.
I throbbed inside of her, then once more as she came down on me, her cunt clamping like a vice.
“Olivia,” I breathed quietly as my hips started to pulse and push deeper inside of her as she rode me. “I love watching your cunt stretch to accommodate me. You,” I grunted, “get so fuckin’ wet.”
She looked down at me as she rode harder, her cunt sliding up and down on me, wet ropes of her own cum slid down my shaft and pooled beneath her. I was going to finish. I arched my upper body up slightly and grabbed her waist, slamming her up and down on my dick. Surely, I would leave bruises on her hips from how hard I gripped her body, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.
“Fuck, baby, fuck, fuck,” I chanted as she let out a groan that was definitely the opposite of quiet.
Hot ropes of cum poured out of me and into her. I fell back down as my hips thrust up into her, my cock twitching with its heavy release. She slid up and down on me slowly, undulating her hips to the rhythm of the pulsing in her tight pussy. I felt her muscles pulling on my sensitive shaft, wringing every drop of me, our liquids coating me with each motion as my cum started to drip out of her.
She flopped onto me, laying on my chest as my heart pounded with intensity. Her eyes closed, and she giggled.
“I love”—she breathed heavily, catching her breath—“that you can’t say no to me.”
My heart rate sped up at the idea that maybe she was going to say the words I was dying to hear. Not this time.
I held her. I held her like she was the sole most important thing to me in the universe. She hung the moon and stars in my sky. Olivia brought everything good and sweet into the world.
You’re one lucky son of a bitch to be laying naked next to her.
My cock softened in her, and it slid out along with more cum, pooling between our legs.
That was going to leave a mark later.
“I guess I wasn’t quiet there at the end,” she said softly. Her fingers stroked little circular patterns on my arm, tracing over the tattoos as I held her close to me. Our sweaty bodies stuck to one another as we began to cool off.
“Your parents will think I’m a fucking pig,” I groaned, embarrassment settling in.
She laughed. “They love you, Luke.”
Now, I just had to get her to feel the same.
“I’m glad we came here, angel. You look so beautiful and content,” I told her lovingly as I kissed her forehead.
I glanced over at the clock. We had twenty or so minutes before we had to leave for the dinner reservations. “You might not have time to shower.”
She sat up on me, her legs still spread around me. I could see her pussy clearly, pink and swollen. I loved the sight, knowing that it was me who did that .
“Guess I’ll have to sit at the dinner table like the sweet angel you say I am, with my hot boyfriend’s cum soaking my panties.” She sweetly smiled as she said the dirtiest things.
“Keep talking like that, and I’ll be hard again in no time,” I said as she slid off the bed, taking my towel from my earlier shower. She wrapped it around herself and winked at me.
“I’ll see you at dinner, Sergeant.”
She slipped out of the room as quietly as she had entered. Moments later, the soft creak of her parents' door opening and closing echoed in the hallway. I pressed my palms against my eyes, praying they hadn't heard her. In my defense, I tried my best to respect their daughter in their house.
How was I supposed to say no to her on her knees with my dick down her throat?
A soft knock sounded on my door. “Luke, sweetie, are you ready for dinner? We’re going to warm up the car and wait for you kids down there,” came Janine’s soft voice on the other side.
“I’ll meet you down there,” I called, tugging on a button-up shirt over my white V-neck tee. A giggle sounded from the opposing side, and whispers from Joel accompanied it.
Yeah, they definitely heard.