Chapter 24 – Eden #2
“Yes.” Any pride I have is gone, replaced with a desperate, consuming want. “Your cock is beautiful.”
His head falls back and he lets out a throaty noise. “Nobody’s ever told me that before. God, how are you this goddamn sweet?”
“It’s true.”
“I’m also the first cock you’ve ever seen in person.”
I shake my head. “No, you’re not. I might be a virgin, but I have some experience.”
“Then I’ll take the compliment.” He smiles as he crawls over me, positioning himself between my thighs.
My heart thunders in my chest. Is this really happening?
Am I really going to let Luke take my virginity?
I wasn’t planning on it, but he’s naked and on top of me.
We’re a few inches away from unknown territory.
My legs tremble around his hips. I can’t tell if it’s nerves or anticipation, or something darker. My head swims with thoughts. I want this, but I haven’t thought it through. What if I regret it tomorrow?
Luke’s thumb strokes my cheek. “Hey,” he murmurs. “I can practically hear you thinking. Are you okay?”
I bite my lower lip. “I don’t know, Luke. Everything feels so good, but—I don’t know. Tomorrow, I might wish I hadn’t.”
Understanding lights up his face. “Don't worry, Eden, I'm not going to go there. Not tonight.”
Disappointment mingles with relief in my chest. Then he whispers against my ear, “There's a lot we can do that doesn’t involve penetrating you with my cock.”
Oh.
Luke digs his hips into mine. The tip of his cock presses hard against my stomach, leaving a small wet patch on my skin. The base of him grinds against my panty-covered cunt, pressing deliciously against my clit. Sparks fly through my blood.
“Does that feel good?” he asks.
I moan as he grinds again harder. It feels so much better than good. The drag of it feels rougher and harder than when I touch myself, harsh and desperate and wonderful. He grinds again, driving the heat between my legs higher and higher.
His teeth press lightly against my neck, and I arch against him.
A rush of desire floods through me, and I wrap my legs around his hips for leverage.
I rock myself against him, savoring the friction.
Luke matches my pace until we’re moving together, meeting each other thrust for thrust. Our rhythm is rough and erratic as I chase what feels good.
“That’s right, wildflower,” he says. “Take what you need. Let me make you feel good.”
His voice sounds as strained as his body looks. His arm muscles bulge as he holds himself up, carefully managing how much weight he puts on me. His jaw clenches hard as he thrusts again and again.
“You feel that?” he grits out. “You’re soaked through your pretty little panties, riding my cock like you were made for it. If this is what you’re like now, god help me the day I finally get inside you.”
My underwear is so wet, I can practically feel the shape of him—every vein and ridge. This is the closest I can get to actually fucking him, but there’s something sexy about stopping ourselves. Letting ourselves get this close to the line without crossing it.
I arch my back, pressing my sensitive breasts against his chest. My hard nipples poke through my bra, and Luke pulls down the cups so he can pinch them. That only makes me moan louder and grind harder against him. My blood rushes with pleasure.
Nothing has ever felt this good. Getting eaten out by Luke was mind-blowing, but that was all him giving to me. This time, we’re chasing our climaxes together. His jaw clenches tight and his forehead presses against mine.
“Luke,” I sob weakly. “I’m close.”
“Me too, wildflower. Fuck, you have no idea what I’d give to be inside you for this.” Each word sounds harsh and rough, nothing like his usual smooth, charming voice.
I want him inside me, too, but I don’t say it. It’s too close to an invitation, one he’d be a thin layer of fabric away from accepting.
“Come for me,” Luke says, cupping my face in his hand. “I want to watch you this time.”
My teeth dig into my bottom lip as I grind harder against his length, shamelessly chasing my pleasure. Heat blooms through me, and it’s Luke’s lust-hooded eyes on mine that push me over the edge.
I shriek his name as my body explodes, my trembling thighs clenching harder around his waist and my pussy squeezing hard around nothing.
Through a haze of pleasure, I hear Luke roar out his own orgasm.
“Fuck—Eden.” My name sounds ripped out of him, half curse, half prayer.
Thick, hot liquid lands on my stomach. For some filthy reason, I love it—love feeling the evidence of how much he wanted me.
Luke collapses on top of me, his heavy comforting weight like a blanket. Even through the blurry aftermath of my orgasm, I know I’ll never forget this moment—not how safe he made me feel, or how hard he made me come.
After a moment, he unknots the bandana and rubs slow circles into my wrists, pressing a kiss to the inside of each one.
“Too tight?” he murmurs. I shake my head, and something eases in his face.
He brushes his knuckles along my cheekbone, tender in a way that undoes me more than anything else he did tonight.
I also know that we didn’t cross our invisible line. Instead, we moved it back into dangerous territory, where heartbreak is one wrong word away.