5. Luke
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Her legs were warm.
Her knee… just the sight of it made my cock smear precum on the inside of my boxer briefs.
Her knee. I would never imagine a knee as sexy or erotic, but fuck me, I had a feeling every inch of Olive would have me on edge.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” I hardly recognized my own voice. I pressed my lips against the inside of her thigh as I looked up at the mostly empty lot.
Fuck, this was risky.
Not only were we in public, where anyone could see us, or fuck, pull out their camera and hit Record , but if they saw or heard my girl, I’d have to kill them.
And there my damn job would go. The only good thing, the saving grace, and why I was determined to get a taste was the fact the windows of my truck were tinted.
When our eyes connected, I knew I wasn’t going to stop.
Sanity and smarts had flown out the window a while ago when it came to how I behaved due to Olive. She’d brought out a whole other side of me. One that apparently not only was obsessed and up to going to any length for Oli, but an exhibitionist as well.
“Luke,” she mouthed, or maybe she’d said my name softly, but my hearing was currently muffled by her thighs and the roaring of my blood rushing in my ears like rapids.
“I got you, baby. I got you,” I promised, kissing her thighs a little higher.
Her delicate scent wrapped around me.
My eyes dropped to her pussy lips visible through the sodden orange fabric of her panties. The outline of her pussy was clear. I breathed in. She smelled better than any goddamn dessert I’d ever had. Sweet and feminine. I pulled her skirt up higher, and my mouth traveled north.
“Luke…” she groaned beautifully. Just for me, the thing inside of me grunted.
That first swipe even with that fucking fabric between us was like goddamn ambrosia.
I closed my mouth around her, trying to suck the honey from the cotton material, until the feral-like animal inside me snapped.
When I pulled away, she whined, and even though I loved how much she enjoyed my mouth on her, I needed to focus.
My hands pulled at the material, snapping the gusset of her panties right in half.
Oli gasped, her pretty lips parted in a way that all I wanted to do was stick my finger in there and tell her to suck.
Focus, asshole! The voice snapped me out of my thoughts just in time to see her squirm against the passenger side.
I ran my tongue over my teeth, liking the fact she’d leave a sweet wet spot where she sat.
I wanted it to stain, to keep my truck smelling like her.
I didn’t have to check if she was wetter than I’d left her seconds ago. I could smell her need for me.
Knowing she liked that animal side she brought out of me was like a balm to my soul.
I dove in, not losing eye contact as I ate her pussy.
Licking and nipping, sucking on her clit before rolling my tongue around the swollen bundle of nerves, all while I soaked in every expression that played over her face.
It was like my very own erotic silent symphony, one that was about to come to a crashing end all too quickly, but I’d make sure to continue back at her place.
“Come for me,” I growled, lapping at her slit from hole to hole.
“Oh god!” Her head fell back, dark strands swaying with the slight fall breeze.
“Not god, Cookie. Say my name,” I gritted through my clenched jaw. I needed to hear her say it. “Tell me who is about to make you come.” I wanted her to acknowledge I was the man who was about to make her see stars.
“You!” she whisper shouted, closing her pretty thighs around my head and rolling her hips to try to get that perfect snatch in my face, but that wasn’t enough for me.
I pushed one thigh open and looked down at her exposed tight, pretty, little hole.
“Look at this tight, little cookie. So wet and sweet. Are you ready for me, Olive?”
“Luke.” She licked her lips and swallowed. My eyes were glued to her throat as the image of her taking my cock and swallowing my load bombarded my mind. “Please,” she whined perfectly.
“What are you going to do for me if I make this cookie feel good, beautiful?” I had no idea why I was drawing this out. Slipping the pad of my finger at her hungry entrance but pulling away.
“What do you want?”
“You. I want you, Cookie. I want you to be mine.” I was fucking up, but the animal in me wouldn’t retreat. He didn’t regret the words and was bound to stand on business.
“Yours?” Her brows narrowed, and that’s when I lost her eyes as she shut them tightly. “Luke,” she groaned, “please stop playing games.”
“I’m not. Tell me you’ll give me a chance.” There was no denying the raw vulnerability in my tone. “Stop running from me.” I pressed a kiss on the side of her thigh, and she shook her head.
“I don’t know if“—she panted–– “you noticed, but I wasn’t the one who turned me down.”
“I explained that,” I reminded her, pushing my finger in just a little deeper, knowing that I was being an ass for not playing fair.
But when it came to my little baker, I wouldn’t.
I’d do anything. Cheat, play dirty, whatever it took to get her to love me, all while enjoying the sexy little sounds that escaped from her.
“You’re mine, Olive,” I growled, letting the stalking idiot inside of me take control and ignore the red flags. I was pushing her too much too fast. “Tell me,” I demanded, slipping my finger a little deeper.
“Damn it, Luke,” she groaned. Frustration dripped from her tone, but I could see it in her eyes. She wanted to give in. Hope for more.
“There’s that sass that gets me hard,” I said filthily.
I knew Olive enough that sweet, tender words right now would make her kick me in the head and bolt out of my truck faster than I could say boo .
“Does you pretty kitty need more than my mouth?” I teased, knowing I was being a dick and not giving two shits about it.
Anything to hear her say my name. To tell me she was mine.
“Please.” Her thighs trembled as the pad of my finger popped out of her tight little sugary hole and started to slide between her slit. I purposely avoided her clit. “Luke!” She chewed on her bottom lip.
“Tell me what I need to hear,” I coaxed. She blinked, and her furrowed brow relaxed slightly. “Give us a chance, and I will make you feel so fucking good you won’t be able to walk.”
“I didn’t take you as arrogant, Sheriff.” She might have clipped the words, but my woman’s bark was louder than her bite. I felt my lips tilt upward.
“Tell me what I need to hear, and you’ll find out if it’s merely arrogance or confidence. You don’t think I know what my woman needs?” The term slipped past my lips, and the only hint she gave that she caught it was the way she gasped.
But that little sound could have also been because I’d started to pet her clit.
“Give me what I want, Cookie,” I demanded again. The tone of my voice left little room for argument.
“Fine,” she groaned, her head tilting back, exposing her neck as those gorgeous tits of hers bounced under the scoop neckline of her dress, before she righted it to meet me head on. Her hips never stopped working against my hand. “One chance.”
One chance. Those two little words might sound innocent enough, but she had no idea, not one damn clue of what she’d just given me. The world.
“That’s all I need,” I growled and went back to licking her, eating her. Two fingers pushed through her warm, honeyed walls, and she clenched around me as my lips closed around her clit.
“Luke… oh! Please…” Her soft words were almost incoherent as I watched the beauty in front of me. “Yes! Yes!” she cried, and her voice cracked.
That’s when I felt it.
Wetness sprayed between my fingers and splashed onto her thighs. The sight made my eyes widen as Oli moaned as softly as she could manage.
“Such a good girl. Look at you. Fuck,” I cursed, biting down.
“Making a mess in my truck, marking it as your seat. Fuck, baby, how the hell am I supposed to drive around knowing your sweet juices are all over this seat?” The sight of her, knowing what she’d just done on our first time together only made me more of an animal.
She’d squirted. Fucking hell, my woman was perfection!
And mine. All mine. Only mine. I felt feral as I licked and drank her down.
“Luke! God, this… I think… I think… yes!” she hissed. “Just like that.” She didn’t need to tell me what she needed, but I loved how vocal she was.
If this was her trying to stay quiet, I couldn’t wait until I had her in my bed, away from any possible interruptions as she screamed my name over and over. The thought invigorated me. I needed to make her come more than I needed to see the sun rise tomorrow.
My fingers bumped and rubbed that spot inside of her.
The only sounds that surrounded us in the parking lot were wet squelches as I finger-fucked the most perfect pussy ever made.
I kept at that spot until she made an almost gargled noise.
Oli mewled and writhed beneath me like a goddess.
Mine, that thing inside me kept repeating.
A come-hither movement of my fingers against that spot pressing with just enough firmness was all it took.
My woman came again, and wetness seeped down my fingers.
My lips moved down to lick her clean, all while that hot little hole milked my digits deeper.
My cock throbbed in a way I knew there was no way in hell I would be able to drive like this.
Not with the truck smelling of her, her flavor on my tongue.
I pulled back and quickly undid my jeans enough my cock sprang out.
“What are you—“ Her eyes widened when she caught sight of my dick. I felt her eyes on me as I stroked my length from root to tip, using my thumb to glide the bead of clear fluid over the head. “There is no way that’s real,” my sweetness said, sitting up slightly, watching my every move. I smirked at her.
“He’ll fit,” I promised. She licked her lips.
Despite looking a little scared of my length and girth, she seemed intrigued and ready for the challenge.
I could see the wheels turning in her pretty head.
Her legs spread wider, and I groaned. “He’s going to fit in here,” I said again, my words a vow as I petted her swollen pussy with my free hand.
My hand moved lower to her dark entrance.
“And here, too, one day,” I promised. “But not right now. Right now, I can’t do everything I want with you, so it’s gonna have to be a taste. ”
I had no idea where the willpower came from as I stroked my cock. She licked her lips, and I swear to Christ I knew what she was thinking. That I was going to have those perfect plump lips wrapped around my cock.
“Dirty girl.” Her eyes sparkled, and fuck me, I felt the smile she gave me shoot right through my soul. “Soon,” I promised. I leaned closer, her lips a breath away from mine. “Kiss me, beautiful.” To my surprise, without argument or sass, she did as I asked.
My woman, my beautiful, little baker kissed me.
Sweet and soft.
Slow, so goddamn slow my toes curled. I never stopped working my cock.
Not when she moaned my name and I swallowed the sound.
Not when her hands tangled and tugged at my hair.
I gripped my cock tighter when her hands grabbed my face.
She didn’t mind one bit that she could taste herself on my mouth.
I didn’t stop until my balls drew up so fucking tightly, I thought they would explode from how full they were.
I was close.
I was there.
“Olive,” I groaned her name, hardly recognizing my voice. “Cookie, fuck…” Her lips moved from mine to my chin and then from my jaw to my neck. My skin flared with goose bumps. “Fucking hell, you feel good.” I leaned closer. The head of my cock rubbed against her thigh.
“Come for me, Sheriff. Please,” she whispered seductively, almost breathlessly, against the shell of my ear, and I erupted. Spilling my seed all over her skin. My lips crashed against hers. Fireworks went off behind my eyes with such force I almost fell on top of her.
“Fuck,” I panted. “Shit.” I pulled back and looked at the mess I’d left.
Something came over me. Something dark and animalistic. Unhinged. I dipped my pointer finger into the mess and dipped it inside of her, then pulled it back before I moved to raise it up to her mouth. And my dirty, perfect woman parted her lips and tasted us with bliss in her eyes.
If that wasn’t enough, my sweetness returned the favor, dropping one hand from my face, dipping her finger between her legs with a soft little sigh before rubbing it on the mess on her thigh and giving me a taste, too.
“Delicious,” I groaned and meant it. She stared at me for what gelt like a long moment before the soft sound of her giggle came alive.
“Who knew you could be so dirty, Sheriff?” Her eyes sparkled as she stared at me. “Makes me wonder what other secrets you might be keeping.”
She had no idea just how filthy and depraved my secrets ran.
But she would. Soon.