28. Luke
Luke
Ileft the bar last night haunted by the image of her face when she was talking about not being worthy of a relationship. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw hers glistening with unshed tears, a shimmer with a muted glow replacing their usual bright sparkle. It made me want to fucking kill Cash.
I decided then and there I was done fucking around.
She is worthy of more love than anyone could give, and she will have it.
I’m done letting my doubts and wants clank against each other like balls swinging on a pendulum.
She deserves to be fucking worshiped, and over my dead fucking body will anyone else get the mother fucking chance to do it.
Letting go of everything holding me back was a freeing feeling I have never experienced, but right now in this moment, it’s no match for my lips on her body. The curves of her hips, the thickness of her thighs, the perfect size of her breasts filling my palm. Fuck! Nothing will ever match this.
I trail kisses up and down her body, purposely avoiding the place I know she wants me. She already said it was her favorite. I love watching her writhing with want, desperate for me, for my touch.
She’s not the only one losing patience, so I decide to end the charades.
I work my way down her body, the smell of her arousal engulfing my senses.
Taking my fingers, I spread the lips of her pussy so I can see her clit, swollen and needy.
With careful precision, I run my tongue across the sensitive area, circling it before going back and adding more pressure, this time adding one finger and curling it upward to massage the exact spot I imagine her toy awoke before.
“Fuck, Luke!” she pants and I lose control.
I pick up my pace as the tension builds, her legs forming a tight restraint around my head, her wet cunt coating my beard as I eat her up. The best fucking prison I could imagine. Just as her toes curl and her breathing becomes erratic, I quickly pull away and fumble with the button on my jeans.
“Shit, I’m going to fucking kill you!” she stammers.
“Baby, you’re about to come, and I’m about to have an embarrassing show in my pants if I don’t get inside you right fucking now.
If I’m going to make you come for the first time, you’re going to come all over my dick,” I instruct firmly as I retrieve a condom from my wallet.
I place it between my teeth and tear the package open, and as I hear giggles from the bed.
“Is my dick funny?” I have to ask, my ego a little bruised by the response.
“Fuck no! Your dick is fucking huge and I love it. I’m honestly a little scared it won’t fit, but how in the hell do you make everything look so damn sexy?” she laughs.
“Laughing like that is only going to get you spanked, B.”
“Sorry, but Lucas fucking Jennings is standing in front of me naked, and is hard for me.” Her laugh tapers off when I climb on top of her and line myself up with her entrance.
“Baby, I can promise you this is not the first time I’ve been hard for you.”
As I slide in, she gasps, “Luke, it’s too big.”
“Does it hurt?” I ask, pulling back.
“No, I’m just afraid it will.” She shifts with uncertainty.
“I would never fucking hurt you, B. I promise I’m made for you. I'll fit perfectly. I’ll go slow.”
“No, I’m ready. I don’t want you to go slow. You promised you wouldn’t be nice, Luke.”
With a soft submission, I watch her succumb to the pleasure as I wrap my hand around her throat and kiss her delicate lips. She purrs as my fingers wrap around her throat. The sight is pure perfection as my dick slides inside. The walls of her cunt pulsing slightly with each inch as I enter her.
“Baby, relax. You’re so tight.” She laughs at my request and her walls clench tighter. “Fuck. Don’t do that! I want to last at least a few seconds,” I beg.
I pump in and out of her, holding my hand with a steady grip around her throat, careful not to apply too much pressure to her windpipe, but just enough to her carotid to slow the blood to her brain, intensifying the sensation between her legs, picking up the pace with each thrust. She digs her nails into my back and drags them down my skin, as I feel her body shudder beneath me.
I’m sure there will be marks for days. When I loosen my grip after a few seconds, she places her hand over mine, signaling for me to tighten it again.
I follow her silent request, and feel the walls of her wet pussy tightening around me.
My girl likes it a little rough.
“It’s not time for that baby, we’re just getting started.”
Needing to listen to myself, I slowly pull out of her.
“What-”
I answer her question with a flick of my tongue over her swollen clit.
“Luke,” she moans.
I circle her clit one more time, before sliding my tongue along her opening.
I spread her open with two fingers and marvel at the slick coat of her arousal glistening off the pink flush of her cunt.
It’s the most beautiful sight in the world.
I slide my tongue inside her, wanting a taste.
Slowly eat her pussy like it’s the last thing I’ll ever taste, pulling her closer to me.
“Luke?” she questions.
“Yes, B?”
“I miss you inside me,”
“You’re in charge, baby. Tell me how you want me.”
“Get back inside me, Luke.”
I move to kiss her and she silently takes control, instantly lining me back up.
I prop myself on one arm next to her head on the bed and make sure the other is fully extended against so I can see every detail of her perfect face.
My other hand is propped against her headboard, offering support as I pump in and out of her.
“You look so hot like that,” she pants, “all propped up like a thirst trap. So fucking sexy.”
“It gives me the best view around,” I insist.
As my pace quickens, she wraps her legs around my waist, tightening them with each thrust. Before I know it, her body is convulsing, and her walls are tightening. They’re so tight, I can feel every ridge and curve of her pussy. The thought causes me to find my own release way sooner than I wanted.
Fully sated, I collapse on top of her, barely able to breathe.
I hear my sister’s voice just as the bedroom door flies open. “Bla- Oh shit, sorry! Ew, oh my god, what the fuck?” April’s voice is full of disbelief as she scurries out of the door and closes it quickly.
“Fuck, fuck Luke. This is not how I wanted her to find out,” Blake grits out frantically, climbing out from under me and fumbling to find her clothes.
Seconds later, Ana comes barreling in, but quickly snaps the door shut behind her and pushes against it when she sees me.
“Oh…” she giggles with a hand over her eyes.
“She’s going to fucking kill you! No, seriously, she’s going to kill you.
I told you to tell her,” she whispers, scolding in Blake’s direction between her teeth.
“Why would you have him here knowing we’d be here soon? ”
“I’ll go talk to her,” I insist as I pull my shirt over my head. “Better if she loses her shit on me.”
“I didn’t know he was coming over. We didn’t plan this,” Blake tries to explain as I open the door.
“Luke, wait,” she calls out, but before she can stop me, I’m out the door.
“April,” I yell down the hallway as I approach the kitchen where my sister is sitting on the stool at the counter.
“Lu- WHAT the FUCK? You-yo-” Her words fade off.
“Listen to me ok, because I’m not fighting with you over this, April. It’s no fucking secret B and I have feelings for each other, and I know I’m way fucking older than her, but-” She stands and interrupts me.
“I don’t give a fuck how many years are between you.
You’re both fucking adults, Luke. I can’t believe you were fucking my best friend and neither one of you had the fucking sense or courtesy to tell me, so I didn’t have to find out by walking in on it.
I even asked her last night and she lied to me. ”
“She didn’t lie to you. Before last night, nothing was going on between us.”
“So what? You just woke up and decided, I’m going to fuck Blake today, and showed up here?”
“No. You know me better than that.”
“Do I?”
“Why are you so upset about the idea of us?” I know why she’s mad about how she found out, but what I don’t understand is why she’s mad in general?
She lowers her voice from a yell to a very low whisper yell, “She needs someone like you, Luke, and you need anyone fucking else than Noel. Blake is the best fucking thing I could ask to happen to you, but you are coming off a fucking divorce, and she is still recovering from a bad one-night stand with Cash, and I’m not sure either of you are in a fucking place to really be what the other deserves right now,” April pleads.
“April, I stayed far too long in my fucking marriage as it deteriorated around me because I wasn't the husband Noel needed. And while in the end she was the one who cheated, I was the one pinning over my little sister's best friend. I've been head over heels for her since Christmas 5 years ago. When I moved back here I took my fucking feelings for Blake and I tried to ignore them because I was a fucking coward. Well, now that I’ve admitted them, I can’t take them back. This time around-” I lower my voice, “this fucking time around I’m doing things differently than I did with Noel, I am taking my fucking time with Blake so we can be exactly what the other needs.” My voice is cracking slightly as I finish.
“I don’t think either of you is in the right place to take on a relationship right now, and watching you self-destruct isn’t something I want.” She stands and grabs her purse just as Blake comes running out of her room.
“April, please don’t leave. Please,” Blake yells as she enters the main living space.
“Do you love him?” April snaps.
“We’re not,” Blake protests. “This is, this… kind of.”
“So, he’s just a hookup?” April interrupts.
I sigh and let my head fall.
April looks at me, with betrayal in her eyes.
“What happened to all that ‘I’m going to take my time’ bullshit you just spewed?
” she mocks looking back at Blake. “So, you’re just fucking my brother, and you want me to do what?
Be ok with you two having a fling, and just cross my fingers and hope it doesn’t destroy the two most important people in my life, and hope I’m not the one who loses everything in the process? ”
“I can’t explain it right now,” Blake’s voice cracks, “He’s more than that. It’s just-”
April storms out of the apartment, slamming the door behind her before Blake can finish her sentence.