CHAPTER NINE #4
“Let’s see who’s right, shall we?” The words were barely more than a growl and when Luke pressed apart her thighs, she didn’t stop him.
This was purely scientific, entirely about winning.
They could do this, just this once, to get whatever this was out of their systems. Then everything could go back to normal.
Luke lowered himself to his knees and looked up at her, eyes burning with a heat that made wetness pool between her thighs.
Despite herself, she wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to look at him again while knowing that this was what Luke Pointer looked like when he gave head—and he hadn’t even touched her yet.
“Go ahead and set your timer,” he murmured, and then his mouth was pressed to her inner knee, drifting higher, licking heat up her thigh as his hand flexed against her hip.
She kept her eyes on the clock, not looking down even when she felt the tip of his tongue tracing the shape of her through her underwear, pressing lightly, tormenting her.
Cold air hit her sensitive skin, her wetness making the sensation erotic as Luke parted her folds with two fingers and licked his lips. “Time?”
“You have three minutes.”
He smirked and she knew he felt it when her pussy clenched in response.
“I’d better get started, then.” As if the words were his unleashing, April gasped at the first press of his tongue to her entrance, dipping into her pussy in a barely-there taste that made her pant.
The hands of the clock pushed forward slowly and her vision went black when Luke smoothed one fingertip over her throbbing bud and her eyes slid shut.
Her only solace was that his breaths were as uneven as her own and when he moved that same finger down and pressed it knuckle-deep inside her, his eyes rolled back at the first feel of her heat.
She pulsed against him, feeling her slickness growing when he added a second finger and crooked it in just the right spot as his mouth finally lowered again.
“One minute left,” she panted and interrupted the words with a low moan when Luke sucked on her clit, tongue pressing against the sensitive nerves until her hips bucked and the sound of her own want filled the kitchen.
Like he’d been waiting for the final countdown, Luke looked up and she was helpless to look away as he hollowed his cheeks to feast on her, just as his fingers began to rub the spot inside of her that made her see stars.
“Fuck,” she panted, legs lifting until her feet rested on the edge of the counter to allow him better access, baring her fully.
The quivering in her muscles told her she was close and the hands of the clock were forgotten as her orgasm danced just out of reach.
“Luke,” she whined and she felt him smirk against her.
She bit her lip, desperate to keep the sounds in, not to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was winning.
He moaned against her pussy and the vibration surprised her, a gasp flying from her mouth before she could stop it. “Luke, yes. Please, Luke.”
His fingers continued working her but his mouth lifted away, glistening and wet. “Tell me again how that kiss meant nothing. How you felt nothing.”
A third finger made her cry out, the keening sound not one she’d ever made before. The truth was, she couldn’t tell him that. Not if she was being honest, anyway.
“That’s right,” he murmured, lowering his head again, eyes glazed as if already anticipating the taste of her on his tongue. “Put those pretty fingers in my hair, Jones. Show me how you like it, where you want me.”
She couldn’t resist. Her hands wove into his hair, the pink sparkle making her chuckle breathlessly as it glinted at her from amid his thick, dark hair. She had been right. He had liked the fact her nails were painted.
Luke groaned his approval when she tugged lightly at the strands, and when he glanced up at her again, she knew he was done playing—hadn’t even known he’d been teasing her up until that dark heat lit his gaze. “Beg for me, Jones.”
At first, she denied him. His mouth suctioned against her pussy, pulling away like he could tell when she approached the edge, the pace of his fingers slowing, until eventually she gave in.
It was too much and not enough and, God, fine, she could admit that she wanted him.
So when his tongue stroked her clit for the fourth time after three denied orgasms, she shelved her pride and begged.
“Please,” she rasped, spine curving in an attempt to pull more of him inside her, to take him deeper, harder. “Please, Luke. Please.”
The final plea did it. Luke’s tongue pressed inside of her, his mouth suctioning her clit while his fingers worked in tandem and she relinquished all control.
Her hips pressed into him, grinding against his face, his hands, as her arousal dripped between her legs, coating her thighs, until Luke crooked his fingers and pulsed them inside of her, throwing her over the edge into sweet oblivion with a hoarse cry, like she’d been moaning for him for hours.
The aftershocks made her twitch as her body sagged against him as he stood, a kind of wonder on his face that unnerved her.
His smile was less smirk and more satisfaction as he took in the warmth still in her cheeks and the rapidness of her breathing. “I hate to say I told you so …”
“Then don’t.” She hopped down off the counter and pulled her clothes back up and into place.
“You said less than five minutes. By the time I begged you, you were at seven minutes. But nice try, Pointer.” She arched a brow, trying to regain her composure, especially when she saw the red marks on his shoulders from where she’d gripped him, and the large bulge pressing against the zipper of his jeans. “I guess you lost.”
Luke laughed and reached down to readjust himself. “Funny, it doesn’t feel like it.”