Chapter 24
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
DEIDRE
M andy’s words play over in my mind for a week straight. They’re distracting enough that I can’t code. It doesn’t help when my mind has other plans as it drifts back to Luke and the way he touches me.
I can’t think about the possibility of Luke wanting a relationship. All I can focus on is that he just wants to hang out when he’s down for work. Now, we’re just friends with benefits. He still lives back home, and I’m down here in LA, which makes this easy.
If I explain how this friends-with-benefits thing can go, I’m pretty sure that Luke would be fine with it.
Guys don’t want to settle down and get married.
My brother is an enigma when it comes to shit like that.
I mean, look at him and his friends. They’re all pretty much thirty years old, and Mike is the only one out of all of them who’s married.
As soon as the sun gets up, I decide that I need to get out of the house. Tony, Vix, and I head out for a hike. It’s pleasant until there are too many people. To get away, we take a path less traveled and make it to the car without being spotted.
Tony drops me off on the sidewalk and takes off before I get the chance to back out of my decision. Before Luke gets his apartment door opened all the way, I lunge, pressing my lips to his and wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Hey,” Luke greets with a chuckle as our mouths stay connected.
“Hey.”
Luke holds me tight as he closes the door and spins us around.
“Shower,” I instruct.
“Do I smell that bad?”
“No. Me."
“You smell amazing,” he counters.
“I was hiking.” My hands work frantically to peel my clothes off. “I’m a smelly, sweaty mess.”
“Are you hungry?”
“Yes, but I’ve got Tony taking care of that for us,” I explain, getting us to the bathroom doorway.
I don’t bother washing myself first, needing to feel him on and in me as the warm water splashes against my skin.
Luke is more than amenable, providing me two orgasms in the shower by way of his mouth and fingers.
I get impatient, needing to have his cock, so I rush to use some soap on my body.
Luke offers to assist, taking his time as his hands work over my skin while I rinse my hair.
He conducts a second scrubbing of my body, particularly of my hips, thighs, ass and breasts, while I work conditioner in my hair and rinse.
Luke offers me a towel, but I refuse it.
We make it to the bed and quickly search for a condom.
When I try to get him to hold still long enough for me to get the dang thing on, Luke’s temperament changes.
Suddenly, he’s got a serious, dominant expression which makes my breathing unsteady.
Luke lies over me, kissing me deeply and slowly as his one hand caresses my chest. He plucks at each nipple, wanting them to stand at attention before his fingers head south.
“Please,” I beg desperately.
“What?”
“Please.”
“What do you want?” he asks, sliding his fingers inside me.
I gasp, unable to answer right away.
“Tell me what you want,” Luke says deviously.
“Fuck me.”
His fingers slide in deeper.
“No,” I whine.
His chuckle tickles my neck as his lips press against my skin. “No, what?”
“Fuck me.”
“I am,” he replies, increasing the speed of his movements.
“No.” I bite my lip as my head rocks, enjoying the sweet torture.
“If you want something else, you need to tell me.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“I am.”
“Not with your fingers,” I whimper.
“Then, with what?” he asks, knowing what I really want.
His dominance is arousing. The stubborn side of me doesn’t want to give in even though I know that’s the only way for sweet release.
“I…I want you,” I huff.
“How do you want me?” he asks, removing his fingers and swirling them over my clit.
“Mmmm,” I hum as he takes his hand away. “I want your cock.”
“Where?”
“Inside me,” I profess.
Luke shifts and angles his head at my opening. “Where?”
“My pussy,” I return slightly irritated.
He presses in and my body shivers. A second later, Luke pulls out after only filling me halfway. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I groan. “Yes.”
As soon as he slides back in, my mouth launches to his as my tongue presses inward. “Fuuuuck,” I moan after a few deep kisses.
Luke continues to thrust, not stopping until my orgasm arrives.
Still feeling the high and wanting to give him the same amount of torture, I roll us to mount him from above.
Luke sits up, licking and sucking my breasts as my hips roll back and forth over him.
As bad as I want to make him suffer for teasing me, his cock strikes a sensitive spot and I can’t help but focus on that area.
His fingers curl into my hair. “Come for me.”
“Yes,” I moan.
“Make yourself come all over me.”
“What about you?” I ask, not slowing my pace.
“Watching and hearing you come gets me off.”
A stupid grin emerges on my face as I press him back into the bed. Shifting slightly, I rock my hips up and down, coaxing us both to reach our desired outcome. Luke pumps his hips up into me, hitting the spot that will bring on my orgasm any second.
“Come for me,” he directs, kissing me.
“Yes,” I moan, feeling it approaching.
His cock stiffens inside me which makes the rush splash in me without warning. Luke’s hands tighten on my ass, directing my body over his cock as he finishes his release. I collapse onto his chest and suck in as much air as possible. Luke wraps his arms around me and holds me tight.
I groan when I hear my phone buzz. Luke rolls me, getting up to retrieve it from the living room area. He slides back on the bed, kissing my shoulder as I check the text message from Tony.
“Food’s here,” I announce.
“Good,” Luke replies. “I’m hungry, and from the sound of your stomach, you are, too.”
Luke tosses on pants as I head into the bathroom to manage my hair before it goes completely out of whack. When I’m halfway dressed, Luke lets me know that the food has been obtained while perching himself in the doorway, watching me finish getting ready.
“What did you have planned for today?”
“Don’t know,” I reply, putting on some mascara. “Coming here like I did was kind of an impromptu thing.”
“So, you didn’t want to hang out?” Luke asks, sounding dejected and disappointed.
“No…I mean, yes. Sorry, that came out wrong.” My cheeks burn from embarrassment. “I figured we’d hang out today…I just didn’t know when or what we’d be doing.”
It’s the middle of the week and I don’t have any events scheduled for several days.
Luke moves closer, placing his hands along my hips. “I’m glad you came…and came .”
“Me, too.” I try to hide my goofy smile as we look at each other in the mirror.
Luke brushes my hair away from my neck, softly kissing my skin. “How about we stay in?” His lips move up my neck as his left hand lowers. “So we can make sure there’s much more coming for the two of us.”
“I think we can manage that,” I reply devilishly.
“Good. Because I plan on fucking you so good that you can’t walk out of my place without help.”
“Planning to keep me hostage?” I ask playfully.
“Yes. It’s been a week. We’ve got some making up to do.”
“I’ll double-check my schedule,” I tease. “Make sure there’s no one else on it.”
“There better not be,” Luke challenges playfully, pulling me closer. “You’re all mine tonight.”
“Says who?”
“Says me.” Luke nips my ear. “After tonight….” His hands roam over my body as he licks the crook of my neck. “You’ll be begging for me to be down on you every night.”
“Getting a little cocky now, aren’t we?”
“Yes,” he grunts, pressing his erection into my backside.
Luke makes good, really good, on his promise of both of us coming for the rest of the day and into the night.
We don’t leave his apartment other than to take Vix out for a walk and to grab a quick bite of food that we ordered to-go.
When we are in public, Luke is a gentleman and never pushes for us to touch.
I can see it in his eyes that he wants to, which is confirmed the minute we’re back in his building and the elevator doors close.
I keep reminding myself to stay focused and not get drawn into the desire to explore the idea of a relationship.
I can’t do a relationship. With Luke, it’s harder than with any other guy I’ve known or been with.
Aside from the fact that we’re old friends and can still just hang out, the sex is fucking awesome.
He allows me to be me, not the fake Deidre everyone else down here sees and knows.
My gut is telling me that I’m starting to get in over my head.
If this—whatever it is—is going to continue, I need to set some boundaries and guidelines.