Four #2
I was still debating how to seduce Luke when he strode back into the main room from the back.
There was purpose and determination in his stride as he stopped in front of me.
Less than an inch separated us. I leaned back against the edge of the bar and looked up into his heated gaze.
I was mesmerized at how he was eating me up, and then I didn’t think anymore. I simply acted.
I grabbed his shoulders and pulled myself up on my tiptoes, and kissed him.
Soft at first until he groaned, and his hands circled my waist, lifting me to sit on the bar top.
He stepped between my legs and took control of the kiss.
Deep and hot, he devasted me. Our tongues tangled, dueling for control.
I let go first, and he captured and sucked my bottom lip before his hands burrowed into my hair, holding either side of my head, giving me everything he had into our first kiss.
It was heaven, and sin rolled into the most erotic kiss I’d ever experienced, and I wanted more.
Breathing soon became an issue, and he slowed the kiss down so we could take deep gulps of air. I pulled my body closer to his, wrapping my legs tight around his back and hooking my ankles. I wasn’t letting him go anywhere.
“Damn. Laci…I…” Luke let out a shallow laugh and then groaned as I rubbed my chest against his.
“I know me too. I thought maybe we could make up for lost time.” I looked up into his dark eyes and licked his lips and nipped the bottom of his lower lip, then kissed it better. “I want you, Luke. Just in case there’s any doubt. I want you to touch, lick and fuck me. Right now.”
I watched as his eyes dilated, and the already hard erection I was cradling between my thighs seemed to grow and began pulsing.
I reached down and stroked him through his jeans.
“This is what I wanted that night of the frat party. It was never Kev—” I let out a squeak as he kissed me hard, released my waist then began unbuttoning my blouse.
“Thank fuck a front clasping bra.” He made quick work of the push-up bra I had bought with him in mind and freed my achy breasts. He cupped each one and massaged my sensitive flesh, and rubbed his thumbs over my nipples.
“No more mention of your ex, deal? This is about us.”
I nodded as heat spiraled in my core, and I felt my panties become soaked.
The need for him to touch me increased as he kissed me again until we were panting.
He trailed his lips down my neck until he captured one of my rock-hard nipples into his hot mouth.
“Luke, yes. Please touch me.” I guided one of his hands to my thigh and pushed it onto my mound.
I lifted my hips, “Here, touch me here.”
“Your pretty bossy.” He released my nipple and looked up at me with a wicked grin. “I like it, don’t stop. Anything you want me to touch, I’ll do it twice.”
Entranced by the desire I saw in his eyes. I had a moment of ‘is this really happening?’ Me, sitting on a bar in the dark having sex with the man of my dreams. How did I get so lucky?
“I-I’m not usually like this; in fact, it’s been, well, it’s been a long time. But with you, this seems right.”
He looked at me for a long time, our bodies still touching, our breathing heavy. The anticipation of his next touch was agony. “Laci, sweetheart, I agree. It is right, and I’m going to make this so good for you.”
Luke captured my breasts again, held my gaze as he slowly circled my nipples driving me insane.
“You’re so responsive it’s killing me—the things I want to do to you right now.
Shit, tell me you want it all because I’ll stop now if you need me to.
Not that I want to, but baby, you are too tempting right now for me to go much longer. ”
“I guess you missed the part where I said I want you to fuck me, Luke. Because I do so very much.” The words came out so naturally. I was amazed at my brazenness, but God, I wanted nothing more than every way he could have me, right here, right now.
He gifted me with the most brilliant of smiles. “Oh, I’m going to fuck you, Laci Monroe. But first I’m going to do some tasting. Because I also remember you saying you want me to lick you, and I’m going to spread you wide and lick you till you scream my name.”
His lips returned to mine, and he swallowed my ‘yes.’ I felt his fingers tunnel under the sides of my panties as he tugged them down. Cool air hit my core, and I moaned. I wiggled my hips as he dragged the lace down my thighs and past my shoes.
He leaned down to my stomach and began dropping kisses down to my pussy as I leaned back and braced my hands on the bar top. I opened every part of myself to him and his wicked tongue. He grasped my thighs and opened me wide.
“So pretty, and so wet. Just for me.” He blew on my exposed skin, and I jumped at the sensation. “Hold on, baby.”
The first lick had me jerking forward. “Yes!” I breathed out.
The second was slower. Deeper. Oh, my, god.
The third, he dived between my folds and stayed and began a rhythm that had me rocking my hips.
I grabbed the back of his head and rode his tongue.
The pressure of an orgasm began to build.
I felt my inner walls spasm and tighten on his tongue as he lapped up my juices.
When he took my clit into his mouth and sucked me, I lost it, “More, god yes, Luke. That feels sooo good.”
He released me, and I whimpered, but he immediately began flicking my bundle of nerves and slipped a finger inside me, fucking me with his finger as his tongue danced me to the best orgasm of my life.
I screamed his name and begged him not to stop. I pinched my nipples as he first suckled my inner lips and tunneled his tongue inside me. The sense of time and place left me. All I knew was this moment, the pressure and pleasure of his flesh as he brought me to another level of fulfillment.
My hips rocked as his tongue continued to fuck me as another sharp wave was building within me.
I lifted my hips, pressing myself closer as his tongue consumed me.
The intense contact ignited another flash of fire throughout me, pooling in my center.
My legs fell open wider, allowing him full access, permitting him to go as deep as he could with his wicked tongue.
I whispered his name over and over. On the crest of another explosive orgasm, I held on. The thrumming of his lips on my swollen flesh and the long licks of his tongue prolonged the orgasm as my body quivered.
I was…done, convinced he’d wrung every last ounce of decadence from me.
And yet, I didn’t want this to end. And as if he could read my thoughts as well as he played my flesh, tears came to my eyes, his talented finger still buried deep inside me, tapped my g-spot.
“Luke! Oh. My. Fucking. God. Yes!” A growl escaped me as I finally let the orgasm crest and fall.
I gulped for breath as he finished me off, lapping up my juices.
I’d never been so wet or so well satisfied.
I let my limbs go limp and sighed. Was this really happening?
Spread out wide on top of the bar, a row of tiny lights along the length of the mirror, creating an atmosphere of hedonism I could quickly become addicted to.
There was no doubt I had just experienced the hottest sex not even my wildest fantasies could conjure.
“Do you want me to keep going?” Luke’s husky voice and hot breath fanned my overheated skin just above my pubic bone.
I looked down at his devilish grin and returned his smile with one of my own. I couldn’t speak. Keep going? Hell, yeah. I nodded and watched him; I was beyond turned on.
He flicked my clit with his tongue. “So pretty and pink. And wet. I’m thinking I need at least another taste before my cock demands its turn inside your sweet and tight pussy. Tell me what you want, Laci.”
What did I want? He’d given me something I’d no idea existed. He made me feel free enough to request anything. But how could I top two orgasms?
Could I? I’d never cum twice in a row—ever. Not even with my vibrator. Hell, my ex had never tried to get me off more than once, and sadly it was the rare occasion when I came at all.
Did I dare ask for just one more amazing “O” before I took care of him? I had the sudden urge to take him deep, between my lips, and give him the same satisfaction he’d given me.
For a moment, where we were hit me, and the fact that anyone could have looked in any of the uncovered windows sent a thrill through me.
Sure it was late, but what if someone came back looking for a lost item and found us fucking on the bar top instead?
Truth be told, I no longer cared. I just wanted… him.
I’d never had sex outside of a bedroom but now that I had and the excitement of being caught or someone watching them ignited a new sensation within me. It was equal parts frightening, exhilarating, and freeing. I looked around, and I froze when my gaze landed on a security camera.
Luke noticed my reaction and squeezed my thigh. “Don’t worry. I’ll delete the recording. After we’re done.”
Nodding, I sat up and wrapped my arms around his neck.
“Darlin’, I’m just getting started. Now, how about you let me turn you over so I can lick you till you come again before I fuck you till you scream my name? I like the sound of it on your lips.”
I’d barely nodded yes before he grabbed me around my waist and turned me to face the mirror.
I scrambled to gain balance on my knees, the anticipation of what was next overwhelmed me.
Our gazes clashed in our mirrored reflection.
My shirt hung open, some of the buttons missing, and my skirt was hiked up around my waist. My skin was flushed pink, and my breasts swayed from the sudden movement.
Luke let out a groan and cupped my flesh. “Look at you, Laci. You’re so fucking hot with your hair wild around your face. And your beautiful tits. Damn, your nipples are just begging to be sucked again, aren’t they, baby?”