10. Olivia
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W e all sat around the dinner table drinking sweet and fizzy wine while eating more of my mom’s famous homemade cookies.
My body pulsed in tune with Luke’s finger, which tapped gently on my thigh to the Christmas music playing quietly from the newly installed soundbar. Christmas Eve had arrived, and the only gift I was desperate for Luke to unwrap, was me.
“It’s getting late,” Mom said as she shared a knowing look with my dad.
We'd spent the day inside, curled up on the couch, our voices mingling in relaxed conversation. We snacked on whatever we could find, savoring every bite of roasted chestnuts, peppermint bark, and gingerbread men.
My mind drifted to Luke next to me.
“Yeah,” my dad cleared his throat loudly. Standing up, he cleaned off his and my mom’s plate of goodies and dumped the dishes in the sink with a loud clunk. “It’s getting late.” He made a show of checking his watch on his wrists and gathered my mom in his arms, slipping one around her waist. “Goodnight, you two.”
“Night, sweetie,” my mom said, leaning down and kissing me on the forehead, hastily making her way up the stairs. I heard their bedroom door close obnoxiously loud in the still air and began to wonder what their deal was.
Luke’s hand still absentmindedly wrote words only he could read on my upper thigh when he turned his blue stare to me.
“You wanna go to bed, angel?” His voice rasped through my core, leaving me hot.
“Only if you’ll come with me,” I purred.
I threw my leg over his, straddling him on the loveseat in the living room. My vision spun with the motion. The wine was hitting me hard, and the tipsy feeling that boiled through my blood was comforting.
I rubbed myself on him like a cat in heat and felt his hardening erection at the apex of my thighs. I spread them further around his lean waist until his cock rested against my ass.
“Really,” his voice came out husky, “on the couch?”
“Why not,” I purred, my words coming out in one breath. My heart rate kicked up and landed in my clit, pulsing with need.
“They could walk down here and see us,” Luke’s voice dropped to a whisper, “let’s go back upstairs. At least then there’s a door.”
He stood with me wrapped around him and started to move towards the stairs. I dropped my feet, letting them hit the floor, and looked up at him, giving him my best pout.
“I wanna do it here.”
Childish, yes. But I already mourned the loss of his hard on against me. I couldn’t wait the two seconds it would take to get up to the guest room .
Luke’s eyes flicked in the direction of the stairs, then back to me. It was silent. I could hear my heart thrashing against my ribs. I wasn’t too ashamed to beg him.
His hands rubbed down my biceps, and his eyes flitted shut.
I knew it; I’m his weakness.
The little devil on my shoulder spoke as I nudged his body back down on the couch. He let out a breath as he sat, opening his eyes. They met mine needy and full of lust. His pupils dilated, leaving the tiniest ring of blue in the dim lighting.
I slid my leggings down, leaving me bare to him. No panties. Just me.
Behind his bulging jeans, his cock twitched. “Jesus Christ,” he groaned, pressing his palms against his eyes until I was sure they’d burst. “You’re gonna get me in fucking trouble one of these days.” His southern drawl sent arousal dripping down my thighs.
I got on my knees between his legs and unzipped the zipper slowly. His dick was rock hard and waiting for freedom as it popped through the opening.
“Luke?”
I flicked the tip of his cock with my tongue. Swiping across the length, I savored the salty taste of his precum as I engulfed his entire length down my throat. My eyes watered, my breathing stalled, but I’d die happy choking on his cock.
Luke’s head fell back against the couch as his hips thrusted, wanting to go deeper. Gagging, saliva spewed down the sides of my mouth as the explicit sucking sound echoed off the vinyl flooring. My pussy wept to be filled with him.
The vein on the underside of his shaft throbbed with the need to come, and I was aching, pulsing to the rhythm of a song only we knew the words to .
I crawled up his body and resumed my straddling position. My core soaked, dripping onto the head of his cock as he lined himself up with my hot entrance. I braced my hands on his strong shoulders and sank onto him. The wet sound that seeped from our bodies made my pussy pulse around him.
Luke’s entire face flushed down to his neck. “Shit,” he hissed the word out as my hips began to move.
He throbbed and oscillated in me as his head hit the deepest spot, sending me reeling for more. I rode his cock with a ferocity that shook the tiny loveseat.
“You,” I moaned, rolling my hips across his jean clad pelvis, loving the friction on my sensitive clit, “feel”—again—“so good inside of me.” I groaned out the words as my body clenched down on him.
He snaked his fingers between us and thrummed my clit through the wetness with such intensity I couldn’t fight off the orgasm any longer. I gushed around him. My throat constricted with the need to scream in ecstasy, only silenced by the hand that clamped around my mouth, leaving me sobbing into Luke’s grip.
“Shh…” He kissed my neck, and my pulse went crazy. “Don’t wanna wake the parents.” He thrust himself into me and pulled more pleasure from my boneless body.
“Luke,” the words came out garbled against his palm. He released me slowly, slipping his drenched fingers from my arousal into my mouth. “I want you to cum inside of me.”
I moved up and down on his erection, which seemed to be growing in length. Filling me impossibly more full. I clamped like a vice on him again, another climax making its way to the surface.
“Let me fuck you,” he drawled, sending another splash of liquid between my legs. “The way your sweet pussy deserves to be fucked.”
His breath caressed my skin, leaving me suffocating in pleasure. His mouth crashed over mine in a hungry kiss. His tongue slid between my lips, tasting of the sweet wine.
He swallowed my cries of pleasure as his hands moved to my hips and pounded into me with such virility, I was sure the couch would break under the force of our fucking. He released my mouth and used one hand to stabilize me on his cock, and the other to choke the sound out of me.
“Be a good girl,” he growled as his grip intensified around my neck, “and take this dick quietly.” The words simmered between us. “Fuck,” he hissed. “You’re soaked and dripping, just for me, aren’t you?”
I nodded violently, agreeing as more saliva ran down the sides of my mouth. His tongue flicked out and licked it up as he continued to thrust into me with a force I’d never experienced.
“God,” my strained voice managed to call out. “Luke.” I couldn’t fucking breathe in the most delicious way. “Please.” I had no idea what I was begging for.
“You like being fucked like this?” He hammered into me harder. “Knowing they could come down and see us any second?” His voice sent whispers against my hot skin.
My pussy clenched around him, strangling his cock as another orgasm ricocheted through my body. My already numb limbs were putty in his grip. Luke roared out his orgasm as he exploded into me with violent bursts. Each spurt coated me more and more thoroughly, leaving us sweaty and tangled together.
Luke’s cock pulsed inside of me until it went soft. Emptying every piece of him into my soaking core. And I loved it. I loved the feeling of him sliding into me. I loved the feeling of his cock as I came around it. I loved feeling him slide out of me, leaving nothing but the warm essence of our bodies.
I loved him.
His fingers stroked up and down my spine as our breathing calmed. My eyes flicked to the clock that struck midnight.
“Merry Christmas,” Luke’s thick southern accent permeated the air. His voice held an emotion I couldn’t quite place. “Angel.”