CHAPTER FIFTEEN #2
Luke’s hand cupped the back of her head, cradling her as he tasted her slowly, thoroughly, so different from their previous rushed, desperate kisses.
This was an unhurried exploration, like they had all the time in the world to stand there, connected by all the points of contact their bodies shared.
Somehow, it felt like more than just a kiss.
When he pulled back, he was panting and she felt equally short of breath.
“Tell me to stop, Jones.” He punctuated the words with another kiss, hotter than the last, leaving her chasing him for more when he withdrew.
“I don’t want to do this if you’re just going to run away from me again.
So tell me to stop. Tell me you hate me.
” His next kiss was a demand, a claiming that she didn’t fight, couldn’t have if she’d tried. “Tell me you want this as much as me.”
“Luke,” she whispered, returning the desire in his kiss as she tugged him closer. “I want this. I want you.”
It was like the words were his undoing.
He lifted her easily, placing her on the edge of the wooden counter without breaking the kiss. His eyes burned with blue fire as he trailed kisses across her jaw to the hollow beneath, sucking lightly on the pulse point until she was desperate for him.
“Wait,” she said breathlessly and he pulled back immediately, face going carefully blank when she stood up and walked away from him. She approached the doors to the shop and flipped the lock, and then moved to the large windows, sliding the drapes closed. “Don’t want any interruptions this time.”
He smirked, arms reaching for her as she moved back toward him, sweeping her off of her feet once again as he pressed her back into the edge of the counter.
Her lips moved delicately down the column of his throat, nipping and biting playfully until his moans filled the space entirely.
The sound almost drove April over the edge, and her hands fisted impatiently at the hem of his sweater until he chuckled, pulling back and taking it off easily before diving back into the kiss.
She struggled with the buttons of her overalls before giving up and letting Luke undo them with sure motions.
She reached for him, drinking him down like he was oxygen itself feeding the flame between them, as she ran her fingers across the skin of his stomach beneath his shirt, feeling him jump and then growl at her touch.
Her tee disappeared, thrown onto the floor out of her sight and Luke closed his eyes when he saw that she was braless underneath.
“You’ll be the death of me,” he muttered before bowing his head to taste her, kissing and sucking gently at the sensitive skin of her breasts before tonguing one nipple and rumbling his satisfaction when she gasped.
“Didn’t get to do that last time,” he said, looking up at her before closing his mouth around the other nipple and showing it equal attention.
His hair was soft and silky against her chest, his hands hot against her waist as he held her up when she melted from the motions of his tongue.
She reached around to her side and undid the small zipper that kept the lower half of her overalls in place. They slipped down her legs and she stepped out of them primly, letting him look his fill as she stood there in front of him in only her hot-pink lacy panties.
A slightly dazed look came over his face and he didn’t move, like he was frozen in place.
“You good?” she teased and he swallowed hard.
“Just taking you in,” he said hoarsely. “This might have to keep me going if you run off on me again.”
She rolled her eyes. “So dramatic. Touch me, Pointer.” He obeyed and when his fingers hooked into the sides of her underwear she shook her head.
“This is feeling a little unequal. Let’s fix that,” she purred, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and pushing it down and off of his muscular shoulders.
The hollow of his throat begged to be kissed, so she did so over and over again until he was breathing hard.
Then she reached for his belt and he pushed her hands away.
“If you touch me right now, I’m not going to last,” he warned and she giggled, entranced as he pushed open the clasp on the belt buckle and the sound of his zipper lowering sent a heady flush of want through her.
When he was left in only a pair of tight black boxers, she licked her lips, the idea of torturing him irresistible.
April lowered herself to her knees and he watched her, eyes burning hot as his lips parted. “Can I?” She reached for him slowly, giving him time to say no. Instead, he nodded.
“Please,” he rasped and she discovered she really liked it when he begged for her.
Her hand brushed against him and his cock jumped, making her laugh, before she closed her hand more firmly around his length and stroked him through the boxers.
When he shuddered, the muscles in his stomach drawing taut, she leaned in and mouthed him through the fabric before sliding the boxers down.
Luke looked down at her, head falling back to expose the long length of his throat at the first touch of her mouth against his skin. “April,” he gasped, shuddering as he stroked her hair back from her face, and then his eyes widened when she took him in one, swallowing him down. “Fuck.”
She watched him fight for control and, as soon as it seemed like he’d regained it, she pushed him further, moving her mouth over him in a smooth motion that lingered over his tip as she widened her eyes and hollowed her cheeks.
He slipped from her mouth with a pop of sound that made her flush as a muscle in his jaw feathered and he tugged her up to standing again. “Brat,” he growled. “Wicked, wicked woman.”
Then he flipped her around, pressing her against the edge of the counter as he kissed down her spine, making her arch, the sensation slightly ticklish, and then licked the small dimples in her back.
Rough hands pulled down her underwear and when he gripped her ass she groaned, pressing back more firmly into his grasp.
“Greedy,” he chided and she laughed, tilting her hips so he could access the aching space between her legs. But he didn’t touch her wet heat; instead he nudged her legs open and kneeled. Only then did he trail one finger through her folds. “So wet for me, Jones.”
She made an unintelligible murmur in response, half agreement, half begging.
The pad of one finger traced over her sensitive bud and she jerked, desperate for more and whimpering when he pulled away.
But she was rewarded for her patience a second later when his mouth pressed into her pussy, his tongue wrapping around her clit and sucking on it until her back bowed and her thighs shook.
Two fingers gently parted her, allowing him full access to taste her, devouring slowly while she cried out and clawed at the counter at her front.
Long licks from her entrance to her clit made her pant and then two fingers pressed into her, crooking in a come-hither motion that had every muscle in her body tensing.
“Come for me, April.” The words were a command but Luke said them like he was begging her. “Please, Jones.”
The next stroke of his fingers inside of her, in time with the motion of his tongue on her clit, was enough to send her crashing over the edge with a sharp cry, his name on her lips.
As the waves ebbed, her legs turned to jelly and she leaned back as Luke rose to his feet, carefully turning her around and helping her to perch on top of the counter once more.
He kissed her deeply, greedily, one hand working its fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck, the other resting on the counter behind April.
The taste of her wetness on his tongue had her desperate for more.
Taking his cock in her hand, she gently guided him toward her entrance.
He broke the kiss, eyes fixed on hers as he eased himself inside her slowly, giving her time to adjust as he pressed deeper.
A moan of pure ecstasy escaped April’s lips as he bottomed out, a delicious feeling of fullness spreading through her.
Luke’s breathing was hard as he began to move inside her, pumping rhythmically in and out, gradually building speed.
At the increased friction, April gasped, stars already forming in the corners of her vision, and when Luke lowered his thumb to circle her bud she couldn’t stop the words that fell from her lips.
“Fuck, Luke, oh my God,” she groaned breathlessly, burying her face in the crook of his neck as he worked his cock inside her.
“My name sounds so filthy in your pretty little mouth,” he muttered in her ear, each word punctuated by another stroke, and she whimpered at the husky desire that she heard in his voice.
April tilted her hips back as Luke pressed into her, and he hit a point even deeper within her that made her cry out as pleasure gripped her.
Luke’s other hand traveled down her chest, tweaking her nipple tightly as he rolled it between thumb and forefinger.
He increased the pace of his thrusts as April’s hands grasped at his back, his hair, his hips, anything to get him closer, deeper.
She was moaning his name like some sort of prayer, her vision going hazy as she felt her core tightening.
Luke responded instinctively, his hand moving from her breast down to her hip, pulling her into him, the thumb of his other hand still working her clit without relenting.
“April, fuck, baby, I’m going to—” His words were swallowed by a guttural groan and as April felt his fingers clench on her hip, the pressure that had been building inside her spilled over, her cry of pleasure mingling with Luke’s groan.