Chapter 33 #2
“I’m not gonna lie, it was pretty hot when you put him in his place last night,” I whispered.
His hand found my leg again, tracing soft circles on the inside of my knee, leaving a trail of tingles. My thighs clenched.
“My threat of bodily harm to your ex do a little something for you, Val?”
“It’s doing a lot of somethings for me.”
He rolled his lips together as his gaze bore into me.
After a moment he leaned back. My knee felt exposed without his touch. He took a lazy bite of his food, letting the silence linger, leaving me squirming from a hand on my knee and a hushed conversation. I looked at my plate, but food was the last thing on my mind.
I lifted my eyes back to his. Confidence back, the smirk on his full lips was his smug one. It looked good on him.
When we left the restaurant Luke draped his arm over my shoulder, leaned down, and pressed his lips to my temple.
He already felt more like my boyfriend than Max ever had.
I couldn’t remember the last time I felt this drawn to someone.
The attraction buzzing beneath the surface of my skin, everywhere.
I thought—hoped—it was the same for him. For the rest of dinner and one more drink after he kept finding ways to touch me: rubbing his thumb over my kneecap under the table or playing with my hand on top of it, guiding me to the door with his hand on my lower back.
As the sidewalk narrowed, he switched to holding my hand. When we neared the parking area behind his building I said, “I don’t want to go home yet.” I craned my neck to look up at him.
“Let’s go up to my office,” he said quickly, like that was already what he was planning.
My stomach fluttered. “Okay,” I whispered.
He locked the door behind him as soon as it swung shut. Hands grasping mine, he walked backward, sat down on a couch and pulled me on top of him. I didn’t have time to take in any details of his office.
I straddled his muscular thighs and kissed him feverishly, pulling him by his neck toward me.
His tongue dipped into my open mouth, dancing with mine.
I gave in almost immediately to the urge to roll my hips against him.
His erection provided the exact pressure I needed to start soothing the ache between my legs that’d been building since dinner. A sigh escaped my lips.
“Fuck, Val.”
His hands squeezed both of my hips, pressing me down even harder on top of him. “Mmm,” he groaned into my mouth.
We were a storm of lips, tongues, and teeth.
Kissing, nipping, playing. Intentionality gave way to chaos.
I grinded shamelessly on top of him; the only things separating us were the thin fabric of my underwear and his shorts.
I wasn’t thinking about what I looked like, what he was thinking, if he was enjoying it.
The sounds breaking from his throat and the grip of his rough hands on my hips told me enough.
It felt so good; I never wanted it to end.
I pulled back and started kissing his neck, licking it, and then breathing on the same spot, over and over.
Another groan, like a prize. His hand reached into my hair, grabbed hold of it, and angled my head back, exposing my neck to his hungry lips.
He pulled the sensitive skin into his wet mouth, kissing at first, then sucking.
I squealed with delight but said, “You’re going to leave a hickey.”
He released my skin from his lips. “Sorry,” he whispered to the tender spot on my neck.
“It feels so good, it might be worth it.”
“No, no. I’ll be gentle.” He kissed the same spot again, lightly this time, licked it, and continued peppering both sides of my neck with featherlight, torturous grazes of his lips and soft swipes of his tongue.
I was unraveling, grinding my hips into him, his hands holding me in place, the forcefulness of the union between my wet core and his erection a sharp juxtaposition to the gentle torture he was enacting on my neck.
“Luke,” I whimpered, the tension building in my lower abdomen. He hadn’t even touched me where the nerve endings between my thighs were humming, and I was already building toward release. My whimpering his name tipped him off. He knew I was close.
“Yes,” he said, to what I didn’t know, and crashed his lips back onto my mouth.
My lips parted, taking as much of his tongue as possible.
I’d have half a mind to be embarrassed by how needily I was rubbing myself against him, but I didn’t have half a mind right now.
It’s all skin and breath and tension and passion and this overwhelming sense of rightness.
Like we were finally doing the natural, obvious thing, acting on what has felt right for a long time.
I no longer felt like I was being torn in two, denying the feeling in my gut.
Right here. Right now. With him. This was exactly where I was supposed to be.
He pulled down the straps of my sundress, exposing both of my breasts.
He stared at them for a moment, as if in awe, and then covered them with both his palms. The friction of his calloused hands on my sensitive skin accelerated everything that was happening inside my body.
My forehead dropped to his shoulder as an involuntary moan flowed from my lips.
He released one hand to lift my chin, pressing his lips to mine.
His back arched, his hips bucking into me.
I wasn’t sure if he did it to increase the friction for my benefit or his, but it worked.
I resumed moving on top of him, the pressure in my abdomen heightening.
“Luke, I’m so close,” I whined.
“Keep going baby, I’ve got you.” He captured my mouth with his, one hand pressing down on my hip, guiding my movements, the other finding my breast again.
When he started working my nipple between the pads of his fingers I let go, my orgasm crashing over me in multiple bursts.
He clutched me to him, catching my moans in his mouth.
“Mmm,” he hummed, like he could taste the sounds I was making, and they were his favorite flavor.
I kissed him deeply, and then moved my mouth to his jaw, then his neck.
I pulled the hem of his shirt up, and he lifted it off over his head in one fluid motion.
I ogled him, rubbing my lips together. My hands moved over his chiseled pecs and then down over the taut plane of his stomach.
The tan skin, the dusting of dark hair. It was as fun to touch as it was to look at.
He watched me observing and feeling him, both of our chests rising and falling with heaving breaths.
His hands moved up my waist to my exposed breasts. He cupped them, staring openly. The look almost wasn’t sexual, but like he was studying them.
I reached for his belt buckle, undoing it. I slid down further to remove his shorts, my feet finding the floor. I licked his abs before inserting my hands into his black boxer briefs. The same ones I saw in his laundry that time and vowed not to picture him in.
My imagination wouldn’t have done him justice.
“You don’t have to,” he said.
“Are you crazy? I’ve wanted to be…like this, with you, for so long.”
“I’ve wanted this for so long, too. Basically since the moment I met you. And it’s only gotten stronger as I’ve gotten to know you. I—” He shook his head, swallowing, looking at me with untempered awe.
“Me too,” I said, not needing him to finish his statement to know I felt the same way. Whatever this was, it was mutual.
I was kneeling now. “Can I?”
He nodded, pupils wide like he couldn’t believe his luck. He helped me pull his briefs off, releasing him. It was as perfect as the rest of him. I ran my tongue from the base to the tip.
“Oh fuck, Val. I’m not going to last.”
“So don’t,” I murmured, looking at him one more time before taking him in my mouth. I’d never wanted to do this for someone as much as I did right then. His hips bucked in a gentle rhythm with the bobbing of my mouth. I caught my breath for a moment, swirling my tongue over his head.
“Val. Now. If you—” I felt him grow harder between my lips. I knew what he was trying to say—if I wanted him to finish anywhere other than inside my mouth, then I needed to move now. But I didn’t want him to, so I didn’t.
I crawled back into his lap after swallowing. “Oh my god baby, you’re incredible,” Luke said into my hair, wrapping his arms around me like a vise, still coming down from his release.
A moment later, he pushed me down on the couch next to him. His hands yanked the skirt of my dress, pulling it down further. “Does this have a zipper?”
I shook my head no, and he pulled harder, sliding it down my hips and off my body before discarding it on the floor.
“Luke,” I giggled.
“Only fair.”
He climbed on top of me, holding himself just above my body, biceps straining.
I ran my fingers over his arms. His arm muscles were so big, it was such a turn-on.
It made me picture how easy it would be for him to toss me around if we had more space.
He lowered his lips to mine. The kisses were soft at first, and then more frantic.
I wrapped my hands around his neck, through his hair, sucking his tongue into my mouth.
A groan rattled up his throat. His lips pulled away from mine and he kissed my cheek, then my jaw, my neck.
He lowered himself on his knees between my legs and bent to take my breast into his mouth, sucking and licking attentively before moving to the other one.
My hips shifted involuntarily, muscles coiling just from the sensation of his mouth on my nipples. It’s never felt this good before.
Sensing my neediness, he continued moving down, planting kisses and swipes of his tongue on my stomach while his hands pulled my underwear down and off.
When his face reached the apex of my thighs, his breath caressed my core. He touched me first, then kissed my sensitive clit.
“Oh my god,” I whined.
“Tell me what feels good,” Luke instructed before licking me from entrance to clit.
“That.”
He did it again and my hips writhed in response.
Then his lips sucked my clit into his mouth.
“Less sucking and more of—” He licked again, this time in a circle.
“Oh my god more of that,” I gasped, digging my nails into his shoulders.
I’d never been this vocal about my preferences, but it was like I couldn’t deny his request to tell him what felt good.
His tongue kept working me in mind-blowing swirls. Tension spooled low in my stomach, building steadily toward a release. I was already excited for it, knew it was going to be more intense than the first one. Luke looked up at me from between my legs.
“It’s so good, Luke, I’m already cl—” I unraveled at the next press of his tongue. The release was deep and long—not a quick snap, but a lingering, drawn out, multi-wave explosion. He kept lapping until my hips stopped wiggling.
I reached down and pulled him up adamantly. I wanted, needed, his weight on top of me while I came down.
His bare body pressed against mine, head to toe, skin to skin, I threaded my fingers in his hair and pulled his mouth to mine. His kissed mine back insistently. When we broke the kiss, he shifted to the side, pulling me half on top of him, our chests heaving.
Lying on the couch, propping my head on my palm, one leg over him, we looked at each other in sated silence.
“Thank you,” he said.
I couldn’t help but giggle. I suppose that’s the polite thing to say after an exchange of sexual favors.
I was about to say thank you, too, when recognition flashed across his face. He laughed. “No, I mean. Thank you for telling me what you like. I’m not always sure what to do. I always want you to tell me what feels good.”
I was aghast. He saw it on my face.
“What?” he asked.
“Luke, you’re like, the best-looking man I have ever seen. I find it so hard to believe that you feel you’re inexperienced. You just told me about your last relationship…”
“Well, it’s not really because I’ve sought it and failed, but more that I haven’t sought it that often, and I’m out of practice.
That relationship was short; we didn’t experiment that much.
I was shy in high school and most of college.
I only cared about sports. And then I became a single dad at twenty-eight, so my window wasn’t very long, and mostly just alcohol-fueled summer flings. So…”
I could feel my heart expanding in my chest. As if he couldn’t be any more endearing.
I cut him off with a kiss. “You do realize you just made me come twice in the span of twenty minutes.”
A smile broke through his sheepish expression. His eyes shone with a glint of pride. Even his dimple made an appearance. “I guess that’s true.”
I rolled my eyes playfully, smiling too. “So proud of yourself,” I teased.
He looked at me and popped his right shoulder up, the self-satisfied grin still plastered on his face, and I giggled.
I love this.
Going from intense intimacy one minute to joking friends the next.
I love him.
The realization got caught in my throat, and something must have changed on my face because he asked, “What is it?”
I shook my head, closing my eyes briefly. “Nothing, I just like this.”
He leaned down, pushed his fingers into my hair to hold it back from my face, and kissed me deeply.
“I like this, too,” he said into my lips, our foreheads touching.
He pulled back, only a few inches, and looked at me like I was something remarkable.
“Who’d have thought I’d have the Morning Glory girl all to myself on my office couch. ”
My cheeks tugged my face into a wide, disbelieving smile. “Did you really call me that?”
“In my head, yeah. I regretted not learning your name or really anything about you that day.”
“I went back.” The confession bubbled out of me, unprompted. “Once, around the same time, wondering if I’d see you there again.”
“Really?” His eyes squinted in confusion, like he didn’t believe it.
This man.
I shook my head incredulously. Did he already forget what I just told him? “Well, I don’t know if you know this, Luke, but you’re, like, ridiculously handsome.”
He chuckled, his white teeth and dimple showing, as if to prove my point.
He twisted a strand of my honey brown hair with his fingers. “I don’t know if you know this, Valerie, but you are ridiculously beautiful.” I could melt from hearing my full name come out of his mouth.
I beamed, wrapped my arms around his neck, and buried my face in his broad chest. In that moment I didn’t care if anyone else in the world told me I was beautiful ever again. Only him.