27. Blake
Blake
Last night, Luke and I left the bar shortly after he stormed off to get us another round.
We sat in a comfortable, yet tension filled silence, both of us unsure what to do with the truths we just hurled at each other.
Truths echoing in the silence surrounding me, making my shoulders tense and anxiety build after an already restless night’s sleep.
When he walked me to my car I could tell he wanted more. Maybe to say more, maybe to do more, but instead he stared into my eyes, brushed my cheek with his knuckle and offered a little wiggle of my chin, before smiling and opening my door.
I climbed inside, and he gently closed the door, letting the unspoken words vanish in the wind as I drove home.
This morning, the 16 year old girl with a shameless crush on her best friend’s brother makes a cameo.
Luke’s pissed at Cash, I know that much. While I should be worried he might do something he’ll regret, all I can think of is the fact he wants me. My stomach flips again at the thought.
I’ve been sitting on my couch for an hour pretending to drink my coffee. I’m snapped out of the tsunami of thoughts whirling around in my head when my doorbell rings.
The girls must be early.
Before opening the door, I set my now-cold coffee on the counter, only to come face to face with a disheveled Luke.
The door barely opened before he crashed into me.
“Luke, what are you doing? Your sister will be here soon, I think. I’m not even really sure what time it is.”
He ignores the warning, as if it never left my lips, and I do the same, falling victim to the one thing I have always wanted.
I commit every motion to memory, as if time slowed, when in reality everything is unfolding in a rapid blur.
Our first point of contact is his right hand wrapping around my jaw, pulling me into a kiss.
My attention quickly drifts to the veins peeking out from below the dark ink of his tattoos, only to be stolen away by a kiss, fast and urgent, yet tender.
His lips envelope mine in sensual movements, and when his tongue parts my lips, I melt.
His beard is rough on my skin, and fuck, I love it.
He pushes me into my apartment and kicks the door closed behind him.
Fuck, it’s just as hot as it is in the movies.
As he moves us farther into the apartment, he takes one hand and snakes it around my thigh, scooping me up to wrap my leg around his waist, the other leg following on its own accord.
I knew Lucas was strong, but the way he just picked me up with one arm like it was nothing has me soaking through my panties already, I’m sure of it.
“Cash doesn’t get to be the one who changes your life, do you hear me?” he announces, slowing our kiss, his lips never leaving mine.
“Ok,” I gasp, struggling to catch my breath.
“He’s not the last fucking guy who touches you, I am. But that mother fucker will be the last one who hurts you,” he states with conviction, quickening his pace.
“Ok,” I yank him into me for another heated kiss.
“You’re mine, B. You are fucking mine. Do you hear me?” he commands.
“Yes,” I pant.
“Say it, B. If you want me, say it.”
“I’m yours. I’ve only ever wanted to be yours,” I respond as he positions me down on my bed.
“Good! Now be a good fucking girl and get out the toy you had in the woods,” he orders as he reaches his arm over his head and peels his white t-shirt off with one fluid motion.
Oh, now that’s hot.
I follow his instructions, and lean over to my nightstand drawer and retrieve the toy in question.
When I look up at him, I pause, taking in the sight before me.
He is standing in nothing but his jeans, every ripple of his abs reflecting the light as it flutters through the window.
The ink that does indeed go from wrist to shoulder, illuminated.
Luke is in my room, half naked, for me and the sight is fucking delicious.
The thought pulls my attention to the giant bulge in his pants, pressing hard against his zipper.
“Take your fucking shirt off B. As much as I want to undress you myself, I don’t want to miss a fucking thing. I want to see every fucking part of you,” he demands.
“What happened to mister nice guy?” I chuckle as I look down at the oversized t-shirt I am wearing. Knowing other than my panties, it’s the only thing I have on.
“Baby, there is nothing nice about the things I am going to do to you.” My arousal pools in my panties.
“I’ve been waiting too fucking long to touch you. I promise I will take my time and worship every fucking inch of you eventually, but not today, baby. Today, I need you, B. Today is about satisfying a craving.”
I peel my shirt off as he stalks towards me and pulls me in one swift movement to the end of the bed.
Snaking his hands behind my knees, he pulls them up so my feet are flat against the mattress.
In smooth, calculated movements, he then takes one hand and pushes my knees apart so I’m spread wide open for him, all while using his other hand to pick up my toy.
With the flick of a button, it is pulsing in his large hand.
He scrolls through the settings before he settles on one.
“What does this do, B?” he asks, inspecting the movements.
“It… um…” I swallow, my mouth suddenly dry. “The curved side goes inside. It massages my g-spot, and the open part, it… um… wraps around my clit and sucks. It’s supposed to simulate oral, when I’m alone,” I respond with bated breath.
“Is that what you like? Oral?” he asks, bringing the toy to my clit and running it over my panties.
“Fuck,” I moan.
“Answer my question, B,” he teases, pulling the toy away.
“Yes, I love it,” I answer.
He returns the vibrating end to my panties and runs it in slow circles over my clit as he leans down and whispers in my ear.
“Let’s see how much you like it.” In one slow sensual motion, he pulls both of my legs flat to the bed and then glides his hands with a feather like touch up the length of my legs. He softly slides my panties down, peeling them from my legs and drops them on the floor next to my bed.
He returns his gaze to me, his voice is a low gravel when he speaks, “Holy shit, your pussy is even more beautiful than I imagined, it’s dripping, B.
” He takes the tip of his index finger and slides it between my lips, collecting the warm liquid on his finger and brings it to his mouth.
When his lips close around the tip of his finger his eyes roll and a growl escapes him.
I shudder a breath in response. He leans down and returns the vibrator to my clit, circling it one time before sliding it inside. Just as it slides inside, the other part latches onto my clit and sucks hard.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan, the sensation amplified by the idea of Luke watching me.
I writhe and pull at the blankets and pillows around me, unable to control my hands as the tension builds.
Luke’s lips are on mine, with the faint taste of me on his kiss.
Before I know it, he moves, trailing kisses down my body.
Stopping at my nipples, he lightly sucks on each one before returning to my lips.
As his mouth meets mine, he slides the toy out of my pussy and throws it hard against the wall, breaking it into pieces on contact.
My eyes widen as part of it continues to vibrate on the floor.
“You’re not going to fucking need to depend on this ever again,” he insists breathlessly over the vibrations echoing in the air.
“No, what… Luke!” I growl out in frustration.
“I warned you I wouldn’t be nice.” He gives me a devilish smirk.
“I don’t like being teased, Luke.”
“Oh, yeah? Let’s see about that,” he scoffs playfully as he bends down, peppering slow sensual kisses along my torso, then down one leg, and up the other, getting just close enough to my clit I feel his broken breaths whisper over it as he passes.
He kisses me everywhere, except where I want him, where I need the pressure.
“Luke, please,” I beg.
“Please what, baby?”
“Please touch me.”
Luke doesn’t even respond. He takes one hand and drags a finger through my slit and then circles my clit with the lightest feather of a touch. He repeats this several times, before bringing his finger to his lips and sliding it into his mouth, repeating the sensual act.
“Fuck baby, you taste so fucking good,” he moans.
I lay my head back against the pillow as he continues to kiss every inch of my body, savoring every minute.