EIGHTEEN
Luke doesn’t let up after I cum. This is so different from the first time we had sex. I can still remember how much he held back that night on the dark sand with the stars above us. It was like he half expected me to fly away, or break under his touch.
That’s the difference between the teenager and the man, I guess. Because Luke the man knows just how to work my body. He knows just how to touch me and kiss me, and fill me, so it feels like there’s not a place we aren’t connected.
When I come, he slows his pace briefly, until my pussy stops clenching so tight. Then he just starts right up again, building and building, until I’m shaking and trembling, and diving right into another orgasm slower and bigger than the last. It’s difficult to tell exactly when it begins, but it feels like it goes on for thrust after thrust as I lie back and gaze up at his handsome face. The muscles in his neck are tight. Veins stand out on his arms and neck. He’s fucking me hard, but he’s still holding back for me.
“Your turn,” I gasp, as soon as I have breath for it. “Come on, Luke. Your turn. I want you to cum inside me.”
He groans, bending forward and pressing his forehead against mine. “I can’t help it. Not when you talk to me like that.”
I run my hands over his muscular back, all the way down to his taut ass. Then I squeeze. “Don’t hold back, Luke. You held back too long already. Give it to me.”
His rhythm breaks. He shudders and curses. His hips jerk once, twice, a final time. We’re connected so intimately I feel him pulse inside me as he cums. I look up to watch him and find his gaze locked on mine, the most intense expression on his face. He’s so handsome like this. It makes me want to capture it. Sketch it. Except, I wouldn’t want to share it with anyone. I know instinctively, this is just for me.
I slide my hand up the back of his neck mirroring the way he holds me close. He’s a little sweaty—so am I—but the salt of it in his kiss only makes the moment more perfect.
Luke leans his forehead against mine for a long moment, breathing heavily. Then he pulls out and helps me up from the table.
“You want me to get you a towel?” I ask, as he removes the condom and makes quick tie in it. I’m a little giggly. I might need the towel! I’m noticeably damp between my thighs. We just fucked like bunnies on the dining room table. Not something I ever thought I’d do.
Luke shakes his head and scoops me up in his arms. “Nope. Not yet. I’m taking you to the sofa, and you’re going to wait right there while I clean up all this.” He jerks his head at the dirty dishes. “Then I’m probably gonna have to have you again.”
I giggle again, but his expression is dead serious. “Luke! We only just stopped.”
“Doesn’t matter.” He navigates around the chairs and into the lounge room. “I’ve got ten years of waiting to make up for.”
He deposits me on the sofa, good as his word, then heads back into the dining room, giving me a great view of his taut, naked ass as he goes.
My pussy flutters. Come to think of it, I might not mind an encore.
When he comes back, we end up spooning on the couch, not really watching Terminator, which believe it or not, I have already seen. His hands are all over me, teasing and touching until neither of us can stand it anymore. I climb into his lap and ride him slowly until we both cum together, gasping into a kiss, holding each other close.
I can’t remember being so intimate with anyone. Not ever. With Luke, it just feels natural.
After we’re thoroughly exhausted and we realise the movie finished an hour ago, he takes me up to bed and snuggles in behind me. I go to sleep quickly with the weight of his arm draped over me and his breath tickling the back of my neck.
I’m warm and relaxed when I wake up. Luke’s smell on my pillows has become a familiar reminder I’m exactly where I want to be. His masculine, earthy scent makes me smile as I roll over and look at him. He’s still sleeping, one arm tucked behind his head and the other draped across his belly. The doona is slung across his hips and I grin at the bulge tenting the fabric at his groin.
Guess I’m allowed to take care of that now. Now that I’m officially his girlfriend.
Still grinning, I duck under the covers and wriggle until I’m situated between his legs.
Everything was so hot and desperate last night I didn’t get a proper chance to appreciate him the way I’ve been aching to do ever since we started fooling around. Well now’s my opportunity.
I take him in my hand, appreciating the super smooth skin and the thick weight of him. I savour the smell, too, when I bring my face closer, holding him so I can brush the velvety shaft against my cheek until I reach the moist tip.
Luke shifts and groans, and I peep out from the covers to make sure he is still sleeping. He is. His gorgeous face is relaxed, his lips slightly parted. His cock jumps in my hand, though, as I stroke it slowly down and up again.
Running my tongue along the underside, I open my lips and take him into my mouth. He tastes good. Somewhat like the smell of him on my pillows, a little salty and earthy.
Luke groans again and his hand pushes aside the covers. I look up to see him staring down at me. “Mmm, good morning, gorgeous.”
Reluctantly, I lift my mouth off him. “Good morning. Now lie back. I’m not done. I’ve been waiting a long time to do this.”
He chuckles, laying back and holding up his hands in a posture of defeat.
It’s not long before he’s jerking in my grasp, pulsing against my tongue as I flick it over the head and suck him into my mouth again.
“Oh, fuck!” His hand goes to my hair and he pushes it back from my face.
I smile around his shaft and redouble my efforts.
“Fuck, Mia, oh, fuck!” Luke’s hand tightens in my hair.
“Fuck, Mia, really?”
Another male voice from behind me makes me jerk and drop Luke’s cock like I’ve been burned.
“Oliver?”
“What the fuck is this, Wilson?” I turn to see Oliver glaring at Luke over my head.
I’m naked and I have the strange impulse to gather the doona to my chest to cover my breasts. Ridiculous, given the number of times Oliver has seen me naked. Not that he’d paid much attention lately. I resist the urge and instead fix him with my own glare. “Leave him out of this!”
“Oh, you want me to leave him out of this?” Oliver gestures wildly. “Maybe you should have left him out of our bed, Mia! Out of your mouth—Jesus Christ!”
Luke slides out of bed before I can stop him, striding to stand completely naked in front of Oliver. He plants his hands on his hips and I’m struck with just how much larger he is than my ex.
“You’re one to talk, dickhead. I don’t think you’ve got any right to storm in here and complain about anything Mia does.”
Despite Luke’s size, Oliver doesn’t back down. He puffs out his chest and actually takes a step forward. Which might be stupid, except I know Luke won’t hit him. Will he...?
I hurry from the bed, rushing over to get between them, “Hey, let’s just calm down, OK? Oliver, I don’t know why you decided to come down here today, but if you’ll just go wait downstairs, I’ll come talk to you in a minute.”
“You don’t have to,” Luke says softly, placing a hand on my waist and making me long to melt back against him.
Oliver glares. “You don’t get to say what she does or doesn’t have to do, Wilson.”
I fold my arms across my chest. “Well, you certainly don’t. Are you going to do what I asked you to, or should I call the police, and tell them there’s been a home invasion?”
Oliver scoffs. “I think it’s highly unlikely anyone would buy that story given that I have a key.”
Luke shrugs. “Perhaps, but seeing as my uncle is the senior officer in town, he might need a very long interview to make sure he’s got all the facts.”
Oliver’s jaw drops open for a moment. Then he turns and heads for the door. “Fucking backwater town nepotism.” He pauses in the doorway. “Put some clothes on for fuck’s sake, and let’s sort this out like adults. Leave your muscle boy up here, or tell him to go home.”
He slams the door behind him and Luke spins me gently to face him with his hands on my shoulders. “Are you OK?”
I’m shaking a little, but I nod. “Just shocked. I’m so sorry—”
He cuts me off with a shake of his head. “Don’t be. It’s that dickhead who should be sorry. Want me to come with you?”
“No. Thank you. I think it’s better if I talk to him alone.”
He frowns, but I see him bite back his response. “OK, but if I hear anything I don’t like, I’m coming down and I may or may not put clothes on first.”
Despite everything, that makes me laugh. Luke presses a soft kiss to my lips. By the time I’ve found my shorts and his jumper, I’m feeling a little stronger and very certain about what I need to say to Oliver.