21. Shae
SHAE
T he whole drive home, my body has been sizzling.
There’s no slow burn when Luke is around.
Especially with the kiss he left me with after walking me to my car.
He pressed me against the metal, hands cupping my cheeks, perfectly aligned to feel his firm chest and hard cock.
I shamelessly rubbed my body against his, wanting to have him right then and there.
I’d forgotten we were in a parking lot, where eyes were actively on us, whether it’s from people walking in and out or the security cameras strategically placed beneath parking lights.
Exactly where I parked thinking about safety anytime I’m in a lot by myself.
We pulled apart, making a promise to one another we’d finish this when we got home.
The downfall of all this was driving home alone.
It didn’t matter that Luke called me the minute we left.
He had to go to the hospital employee parking area.
I’d offered to give him a ride, but he said no.
Instead, Luke made a request, seeing as I’d have a head start.
Naked and waiting for him.
That’s what he wanted, and that’s what I’m giving him.
Only with a twist of my own. Luke kept me on the phone on the drive home, his voice carrying through the speakers, whispering over my skin like he was right there with me while telling me in detail exactly what he’d be doing to my body.
The minute I was inside the apartment, he let me go and told me he’d be home in five minutes.
I had just enough time to strip out of my clothes while walking through the apartment.
I thought about taking this outside until I remembered he mentioned taking me on his desk at the office.
The logistics of that would be hard, and after today, we both need a breather from Luke’s job.
I leave a trail of clothes along the way, a shoe here, another one there, doing the same with my socks, my tank-style bra, leggings, and my panties are the last. I’ve done similar before, as in the very first time we had sex.
Luke loved it and still talks about it as much as he can.
Which is why I’m doing it again, only this time, I’ll be bent over the desk in his home office.
I’m completely naked, dropping the last article of clothing at the entry to the room, and it’s a good thing, too, because I can hear the elevator door opening as I position myself along the wood desk.
I wait to spread my legs until he’s closer, needing a semblance of relief.
My core aches to be filled with Luke’s cock, not his fingers, not his mouth working me up. I just want him, hard and fast.
I can hear every little nuance, the clock on the wall going tick-tock, clothes dropping, and I swear I can smell his delicious scent—deep, heady, and with a touch of spice.
My imagination runs wild, wondering what he’ll do first. Really, there’s no telling.
Luke always keeps me guessing. The last time I presented my body like this, he took his sweet time.
He tortured me in the sweetest way possible while I kept pleading with him to please fuck me.
He shook his head against my heated core, saying nothing but repeating the action until I finally came apart.
“Every damn time.” Luke’s voice is thick with hunger. He stands at the door without a stitch of clothing, hands going to the frame, causing each one of his muscles to pull taut. I watch as he squeezes the wood, attempting to hold himself back. I’d much rather he didn’t.
“Why are you standing over there?” I lift myself up to my forearms. The action has my breasts swaying with the movement. Luke’s eyes focus on them, his tongue slides along his lips, and my nipples tighten as a zing of pleasure slides to my core.
“Trying to figure out what I want more, your mouth or your cunt.” His hands drop from the door frame.
He slowly walks toward me, his cock lying thick and heavy along his abdomen.
My mouth waters at the thought of tasting him, and my core weeps at the thought of not having him where I want him most. It’s a blessing and a curse, one I hope he fixes as soon as possible.
“Think I’ll have your mouth, let you get me nice and wet, then I’ll take you like I promised on the phone. ”
“Yes,” I rush out. I’d take anything right about now. “Please.” The word slips from my lips while I watch him walk toward me. My hands are on the edge of the desk, my head in the perfect position for him to feed me his length. I just hope I can go deep enough in this position.
“Lick the tip, baby girl. Get me nice and wet.” Luke’s voice is deep and raw with desire.
I do what he says, darting my tongue around his tip.
The soft skin spurs me on to gather the precum that’s gathered, and I greedily swallow it down.
“Fuck, take me deeper.” His hands are holding either side of my head, guiding me as I bob along his dick.
He keeps talking, and I keep sucking. “The way you look right now, taking my dick, your lips stretched around my length. I wish you could see yourself. Makes me want to have a mirror in every damn room of the house.” We’ve taken advantage of the mirrors at the studio as much as possible, and it seems like that still isn’t enough for Luke.
I push my body closer to him, using the ledge of the desk.
In turn, my nipples rub against the desk, a moan travels through me, and Luke rumbles a groan.
“Not coming in your mouth, Shae.” He backs out of my mouth. I hold the suction for as long as I can, but he’s too strong. The popping noise echoes through the room, and I look up just in time to see Luke’s jaw clench.
“Then please get inside me in some way.” His hands leave the tangle of my hair, and I can see this is affecting him as much as it is me.
“It’s kind of difficult to do that when you’re holding my dick hostage in your mouth.
” He’s not wrong. I nod in agreement, my eyes close, and I lick my lips, savoring the flavor of his cock as much as possible.
Luke’s thumb chases my tongue, and I do the same thing to the digit that I did to his length.
“Christ, I fucking love everything about you.”
“I love you, too, Luke, but can you please, for the love of god, fuck me already?” I close my eyes.
With the movement I made earlier, my clit bumped the edge of the desk.
My whole body is laid out along this piece of furniture that will never go anywhere.
I rock myself back and forth, feeling the pressure build inside of me.
My thighs are coated with wetness, and sweat coats my body.
By the time Luke finally feeds me his dick, I’m going to have already come.
“Hold on tight.” His voice rumbles through my haze. I feel his hand grab my hips, tilting them upward, losing the pressure on my tight nub.
“Luke.” I feel the head of his cock gathering the wetness from my slit right before he slams all the way inside of me.
There’s no warning, no easing his way inside me, and my muscles constrict all at one.
My head tips back, my knuckles turn white with the hold I have on the desk.
“Fuck.” I nearly scream from being filled so completely.
I’m full, so incredibly full, and it feels amazing.
“That’s what I’m doing, baby girl. I’m fucking you.
This is what you wanted, right? My cock in this tight cunt, completely bare, nothing between us, and who knows, maybe tonight will be the night.
” Our decision had been rash the first time we had sex.
Luke didn’t have condoms on him, and yes, I nearly laughed at the situation.
What kind of obstetrician/gynecologist didn’t have rubbers in his house?
I also abandoned birth control completely, and both of us made the spur-of-the-moment decision.
I’m blaming his monster cock. The tip barely inside me, feeling all of him with nothing in between, had us both agreeing that whatever happens, happens.
Since then, we haven’t used anything to prevent a pregnancy, and Luke has been talking about it every time he’s inside me. All it does is make me crave a baby with him more.
“So close. Luke, I’m so close.” He’s fucking me so hard, our skin slaps against each other. My body bounces, and leave it to Luke to somehow maneuver us in such a way I’m still able to enjoy the edge of the desk rubbing my clit.
“Not fucking yet.” His hands slide up my body, going beneath me and pulling me up.
“No, no, no,” I sob, losing the friction of the desk, worried my orgasm is slowly going to fade away.
“Trust me, baby girl,” Luke whispers huskily in my ear. My flesh pebbles in response. One hand cups my breast, squeezing it with a roughness that makes me come alive. He practically bounces me on his cock with each deep thrust of his hips.
“Luke.” My head tips back, landing on his shoulder, and his mouth finds the juncture of my neck and shoulder.
He licks my skin before sucking on it, so hard I’ll have marks tomorrow.
There’s no way I’ll be able to cover it up, either, and the girls will have a field day talking about it.
A shudder works through my system, especially when Luke’s hand travels from around where it’s resting on my hip to between my legs.
“Shae,” he groans against my neck. My core pulses around his length, two fingers slip up and down, round and round my clit, and I’m right there again.
I do all I can do as the orgasm surges through me.
My hand holds on to his wrist, my other goes behind us, grasping on to anything again, and lands on Luke’s muscular ass.
I dig the tips of my fingers into his skin, more than likely leaving a mark of my own.
The idea sets me off, and I’m barely able to keep up with his pace.
“Luke.” My voice is breathless, body weak, and I’m so madly in love with the man behind me that I can’t see spending another moment without him in my life.
“Right here, baby girl. Right fucking here.” His body locks up, he’s planted to the root, and I feel each heavy spurt work its way inside me. We stay still, neither of us ready to disengage from the other. “Love you.” He presses a kiss on the side of my head.
“I love you.” The sentiment bears repeating, especially today.