Chapter 18
SAVANNAH
My lips part, and tears line my lashes.
I’m not a crier. I never cry. Crying doesn’t change anything. It’s a waste of time.
Yet I can’t stop the first drop from falling.
“You did this for me?” I ask as I hold up the book in my hands.
“Of course,” Luke returns with a single shrug.
Studying his face, my heart melts. He nervously chews on his lower lip and slides his hands into his pockets.
I replace the book on the shelf and approach him as every nerve in my body lights up. Resting my hands on his chest, I lean in close. “Why?”
His eyes are soft as he answers, “Because you deserve to experience love over and over, even if it’s only in a book.”
My reaction to his words is instantaneous. One hand grabs the back of his neck and pulls, urging him to lean down. When he complies, our lips crash together. The kiss is fiery and passionate.
Luke immediately takes over. His hands go straight to my butt, cupping both globes and directing my hips forward. He grinds my center against his hard length. The motions cause friction on my sensitive bundle of nerves.
A cry of pleasure builds in the back of my throat and slips free.
Luke reacts to my sounds by slipping his hands under my top and exploring my body. My hands dive into his hair, urging him on.
As his hands roam, my top rides up. Acting on instinct, I step back and whip my shirt up and over my head.
Luke’s eyes are on me the entire time, drinking me in.
Reaching both hands behind my back, I unhook my bra.
I allow the straps to fall and slide off my arms. My nipples harden into stiff peaks.
A flutter stirs low in my belly as I wait for him to speak.
“You’re perfect,” he breathes out.
Luke’s hand grips me by the waist, pulling me right back to him. His other hand glides up my stomach and grabs onto my breast as his thumb rubs back and forth over the tip.
I grab onto the bottom of his shirt and lift. Luke takes over the task, removing his shirt in one swift motion.
He. Is. Stacked.
“Wow.” I’m not entirely sure, but I think my mouth hangs open.
“I won’t object to letting you look,” he teases.
Biting the corner of my lip, the corner of my mouth tips up. “What if I want to do more?”
Luke does a quick raise of his brows.
Taking that as my invitation, I press my hands to his chest. Gliding them down, I trail my lips over his skin in their wake. I give his nipples a quick pinch, and he groans.
“You want to play? Let’s play.” Luke reaches for me, but I push his hands away.
“I’m not done yet.”
My hands drop to the button of his pants. When I loosen them, I push them down, along with his boxers. His cock springs free, and I wrap my hand around the shaft.
He’s big—really big.
I know my experience is limited, but oh my…
I give him a few quick pumps, and his hips automatically buck.
“Fuck, Savannah. You’re going to make me come just like this.”
An idea forms in my mind—something I want to try.
“What if I want to make you come a different way?”
Luke dips down, his kiss is demanding. He swipes his tongue into my mouth as I continue to move my hand up and down his length. He pulls back an inch and growls, “I’m yours to do with as you please, Trouble.”
With a smirk, I drop to my knees. He stares down at me with a look of bewilderment.
I have no clue what I’m doing, so I act on instinct. Wrapping my hand around his base, I lap the tip, dipping my tongue into his slit.
Luke’s hand flies to my hair, urging me forward. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Taking his reaction as a good sign, I lick him again, but this time, I run my tongue along the underside of his cock. A white bead appears on his tip. Curiosity propels me forward, and I swipe my tongue over it, tasting his salty precum.
Luke moans. “Yes, Baby. Just like that.”
Wanting more, I take him in my mouth. His tip bumps the back of my throat, and I gag.
“Breathe through your nose,” he instructs as he pulls his hips back. When I do, he praises me. “Good girl.”
I shiver at the rumble in his chest, and need pulses through my body, causing my core to ache.
Luke continues to direct me. “Now relax your throat.”
I’m not sure I know how to do that, but I try to anyway.
He pushes his hips forward and holds my head in place, forcing me to take all of him. When my jaw aches from his girth, I breathe through my nose and try to relax like he said to do. His tip moves past my gag reflex, and I swallow him down.
“Holy shit,” he curses. He pulls his cock from my mouth and picks me up.
I try not to let the hurt show. “Did I do something wrong?”
“The opposite,” he replies with lifted brows. “You were about to turn me into a Two-Pump Chump, Trouble. That would’ve been embarrassing.”
Rolling my lips in, I attempt to hide my proud smile.
“I don’t want to come in your mouth for our first time.” His face is open and honest.
“Okay,” I consent.
“Tell me I can come in this perfect pussy.” Luke’s hand cups my center over my leggings, giving me the contact I’ve been craving, but I need more.
“Yes.”
“Thank God,” he groans. Luke reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his wallet. He produces a foil packet.
I place my hand over his. “If you don’t want to, you don’t have to.”
Luke raises a brow in question.
“I’ve only been with one person, and he was clean,” I clarify.
“Just one? But that means…” I watch his face as he connects the dots. “Oh.”
Now I’ve made it awkward.
Shame takes over. “I’m sor—”
“Don’t apologize for being honest,” he cuts in. He leans down and kisses me again, but it’s brief. “I trust you to know your own mind.”
Warmth in my chest soothes my apprehension as a feeling of rightness settles me in the moment.
Luke runs his hands through my hair, smoothing it back. He holds my face, forcing me to make eye contact. “If at any point you want to stop, just say ‘stop.’ It doesn’t matter if I’m balls deep and about to blow my load. You say the word, and I stop. Okay?”
I nod.
He leans in and nips at my lower lip. The sting shocks me, but also excites me. I clench my thighs, desperate for relief.
“I need you to say that you understand.”
“I understand,” I comply.
His smile is wicked, promising pleasure. “Good.”
Luke spins me around and presses me forward toward the bookcase. My hands fly up, grabbing onto a bookshelf and stopping my body from colliding with it, but I know Luke wouldn’t have let me get hurt.
My leggings and panties are shoved down my legs, stopping at my boots. The cool air on my exposed backside causes me to shiver.
Luke’s hands slide over my rear. “I need to watch your ass shake as I pound into your greedy pussy.”
His dirty words increase the need that thrashes beneath my skin. I arch my back, begging him to do as he promises.
“Are you wet, Trouble? Is your pussy dripping from gagging on my cock?”
A whimper falls from my lips, and Luke lets out a sinister chuckle.
His hand pushes on my back, forcing me to arch more. Then he skates his fingers down, slipping between my cheeks and gliding to my mound. His fingers easily slide back and forth, teasing my entrance.
“You’re soaking my hand,” Luke grits out like he’s fighting to control himself.
“Please, Luke,” I beg, thrusting my hips backward and grinding into his hand. His fingers expertly find my clit and trace circles around it.
“Please, what? I want to hear you say it.”
“Please fuck me,” I whine.
His hands disappear from my body, and I whine again. But then I feel his length trace the same path his fingers did moments ago—between my cheeks and through the wetness of my folds. He glides back and forth, coating his cock in my arousal.
“You’re so wet.”
He glides back and forth again, giving attention to my clit each time he moves forward. More arousal drips from my core and wets the inside of my thighs.
“Please, Luke,” I shout with a plea.
He chuckles, then grips my hips with both hands and thrusts.
Hard.
Luke’s cock stretches me in the best way. My core squeezes around him, causing him to groan. “You’re so warm, so tight.”
Needing movement, I roll my hips, and we moan in unison. When I roll my hips again, Luke times his thrust just right, bringing us both more pleasure.
We easily fall into a flow, both of us chasing the next level of bliss and working together to reach the edge.
My inner muscles begin to flutter as I approach my release. Luke leans forward, reaching his hand around me. He zeroes in on the apex of my thighs.
“Oh God,” I cry out.
“Give it to me, Trouble.” His fingers flick my clit. “Come for me.”
Every muscle in my body flexes as the pleasure sends me into oblivion. I feel Luke’s hips break their rhythm, and he follows me, coming with a shout.
Luke falls forward, but he catches himself. His hands land next to mine on the bookshelf. Our breaths remain uneven.
“You’re amazing.” He kisses the side of my neck.
When he pulls out, I feel our mixed releases trickle from my center, and I squirm.
Luke steps out of his pants, then drops to a knee. He undoes the laces of one of my boots. “Lift,” he instructs, and I comply. He removes my shoe and sock, then switches to the other side. It’s more of a struggle to remove my leggings, but he still does a better job than I usually do.
When we’re both naked, he scoops me up in his arms, and I squeal. “What’re you doing?”
“It’s called aftercare,” he responds as he carries me down the stairs. He takes me to the fireplace, setting me on my feet, then lays out a spread of blankets and pillows.
He leaves for a moment and returns with a wet cloth. “Spread,” he commands, motioning to my legs. I comply again, and he wipes away the stickiness.
After he gets a fire going, he pulls me down onto the bed he made for us. He holds me in his arms, and we talk for hours.
Something inside me begins to knit back together—something I didn’t realize that was torn to bits.
My ability to love and be loved.