31. Luke
Luke
“You want to know what every single day could be like, baby?” I whisper.
“I think I have a pretty good idea.” She smiles as she takes my earlobe between her lips and sucks lightly.
“Let’s not leave anything to the imagination, huh?” My infatuation with her is unwavering. I want her in my arms, in my bed, on my tongue, and wrapped around my cock every second of every day.
I lay her down on the bed and lay kisses down her neck as I unbutton the black shirt she wore to work.
When the last button’s unfastened, the fabric falls away from her chest, exposing the black lace bra underneath.
The slight blush color of her pebbled nipples peeking through the veil of fabric.
“B, this,” I breathe heavily, running my knuckle over the thin lace, “This is fucking incredible. Do the panties match?”
“I don’t think so, given I’m not wearing any,” she taunts with a lustful smile and a wink.
“Fuck,” I groan as I peel the leggings she is wearing away from her porcelain skin. Her freshly waxed pussy, glistening in the dim light of the lamp on my nightstand. “You baby, are in charge,” I submit, kissing her ankle and steadily moving up.
“I want you to fuck me, leave me breathless,” she moans.
“Well, that’s a guarantee, but you’ve been holding out on me a little baby.
I want you to know how good it feels to be promiscuous, a little reckless, and take exactly what you want, no shame, when it’s with the right person,” I whisper softly, continuing to kiss my way up her body. “Tell me what to do to you, baby girl.”
“I… I don’t know,” she whispers.
“Need a little inspiration?” I ask.
“What?” she asks in a chuckle, lifting her head off the mattress to look at me.
“Here,” I breathe out, handing her the copy of ‘Evermore’ I bought the day we ran into each other at the bookstore. “I dogeared several sections of the book. Pick one.” She looks at me, raising a brow in question.
“B, the entire time I read this book, I pictured what it would be like to do the things I was reading to you, so I marked the pages with my favorite scenes, in case I ever got the chance,” I lightly blow on her clit, and she shudders at the sensation. “Now, pick one and read it to me.”
“You want me to read to you?” she asks. “Out loud?”
“Yes. You don’t know what you want me to do to you, so use this to get you started. Read it to me, and I will do every fucking thing as it leaves that pretty fucking mouth of yours.”
Her breath is ragged as she opens the book.
She skims some of the marked pages before settling on one.
“He, He runs his-um,” she reads with a cough.
“He runs his knuckles up my stomach and when he reaches each nipple, he unfolds his fingers so he circles them lazily with the pad of his fingers. Not once, not twice, but three times each.” She swallows as I do exactly as she says, my eyes intently watching her chest rise and fall with each ragged breath.
“He works his way down my body, every touch punctuated by the heat of his breath as he moves his way down my body until he reaches the sensitive skin of my soaking pussy. Just when he reaches the most sensitive parts of my body, he takes his tongue and slides it between my lips until he reaches my clit. He circles it several times before adding the most delicious pressure with his tongue.” She stops reading, her eyes moving to meet mine. This causes me to pause.
“If you want me to keep going, B, you have to keep reading.”
“I can’t focus on the words with you between my legs,” she breathes out.
“Ok,” I retreat to lay back on the pillow beside her head.
“Ok? What are you doing?” she asks.
“I said you were in charge. If you can’t tell me what to do, then we can go to bed,” I tease lightly, turning off the light.
She takes three long breaths, each one deeper than the one before it. “Turn it back on, Luke. I can’t read in the dark,” she whispers.
As I reach back over and turn on the light, her voice continues on a ragged breath, “Just when he reaches the most sensitive parts of my body, he takes his tongue and slides it between my lips until he reaches my clit. He circles it several times before adding the most delicious pressure with his tongue. Fuck Luke,” she moans and I do exactly as the page describes.
“He then slides two fingers into my soaking pussy, reaching in as far as he can, applying pressure in an upward motion as he slides his fingers in and ou- Fuck Luke, shit,” she moans.
“I don’t remember this being in the book, but fuck baby, I love the way it’s making you moan my name,” I speak with heat as I repeat the motion.
“Oh, fuck!” She shudders and her walls tighten around my fingers. “Fuck me, Luke.”
“I don’t think that’s in the book, baby.”
“Fuck the book. You said I was in control. Fuck me right now,” she demands, flipping onto all fours. “Hard.”
I stand and walk over to my nightstand when her words stop me in my tracks.
“I have an IUD, Luke. Got it after Ana found out she was pregnant with Riker. Fuck me, bare. Please. I want to feel every inch of you inside me, all of you.”
Her words make my rock hard erection push even harder against my pants.
As I reach down and pull my pants and boxers down, my erection springs free.
Her eyes instantly make their way down my body, and when her eyes meet my dick, she softly licks her lips as she moves to the edge of the bed next to where I am standing.
She reaches out her hand, wrapping it softly around my length as she takes her tongue and licks her way over my balls cupped in her other hand.
“Blake, baby,” I hiss. Just as the words leave my mouth, she slides my entire length into her mouth until I feel the back of her throat, just before she goes to slide it out, her throat contracts, and I fucking see stars.
“Baby,” I say in a hurry trying to pull away from her, but she sucks harder, “you asked me to fuck you bare, and the thought just about made me come in my pants, so if you continue to suck my dick the way you are, I won’t make it inside you. ”
She gives me a devilish grin as she slides me out of her mouth and climbs back on all fours, and I line myself up with her entrance.
As I slide in, heat radiates around my dick, the sensation sending a shiver up my spine.
I knew she’d feel amazing if I ever got to feel her bare, but my imagination doesn’t hold a candle to the reality of how fucking good she actually feels.
She is so wet, so smooth, so warm, and I fucking love every second of it.
I pump in and out of her at a vigorous pace, while the sounds of her screams and our skin slapping fill the room.
Neither one of us lasts long, quickly finding our release and when we both come down from the high, we cuddle, me still inside her, and I can’t think of a better place to be right now than here in this moment with her.
I didn’t want to make her feel like she had to agree to move in with me, so I waited until morning to bring it back up.
It definitely took some convincing, but today, nearly three weeks later, Blake is living in my apartment.
Convincing her to live here was easy. Convincing her to let me pay to break her lease was much harder.
Accepting help doesn’t come easy to her, so when she suggested that she’d pay the utilities and groceries, I reluctantly gave in.
Blake is stubborn and passionate, she prides herself on “not needing anyone to rescue her.” I guess she’s guarded from a life of being let down by her mom.
I walk in the door after a long shift, the sun just peeking through the curtains as it rises in the sky. I took a nap in one of the on-call rooms earlier this evening, knowing I would want nothing to do with sleep when I walked in my apartment to B in my fucking bed.
The apartment is dim and silent, prompting me to tiptoe down the hallway, each creak of the floorboards sounding like tiny fireworks with every step I take.
I stroll into the bedroom and find the bed is empty.
I lay my bag down just when I see Blake out of the corner of my eye, in the bathroom, curled up in the bathtub in the fetal position.
“B, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” I ask, rushing to her, panic lacing my voice.
“Hey babe,” she replies in a strained voice.
“Why are you sitting like someone punched you in the stomach?” I ask.
“I woke up with the worst cramps, my insides feel like they’re about to fall out on the floor,” she groans.
I reach behind me and pull my shirt and hoodie off in one swoop and drop my pants and boxers to the floor.
“Scoot up, baby.” I nudge her forward a little.
“No, Luke, please don’t I’m bleeding.”
“And you’re in pain, and you need your boyfriend to hold you, make you feel better,” I insist and she concedes, moving forward so I can slide in behind her.
“Holy fuck!” I shout, as my foot hits the tub, hopping in a small circle trying to avoid the water.
“What? Oh God, you can see it, can’t you? I knew this was a bad idea.” She winces, covering her eyes and turning her head away from me.
I laugh and pull her into me as I ease myself into the water. “No, baby, it’s just, this water is going to fucking boil my insides. Why the hell is it so hot?”
“It makes the cramps less intense,” she replies.
“There isn’t a less fucking painful way to make the pain go away?” I ask, shifting behind her.
“There are a lot of things that make it better, but this is the first thing I do, because it relaxes my muscles.”
“Sounds like you have a ritual,” I joke.
“When you have this shit every month, you find as many ways as possible to stop the fucking pain,” she deadpans.
“Tell me how to make it better,” I whisper in her ear.
“Well, if I’m home, and not working or something, I pop some pain relievers and take a hot bath.
I soak for about 30 minutes until the water gets cold.
Then I eat dark chocolate, and sip on some tea to help hydrate.
Then I either do yoga or get out one of my toys and make myself orgasm a few times.
” Her tone is serious. “Then I take a nap and usually-”
“What?” I interrupt. “Back up.”
Knowing exactly what I’m surprised by, she laughs, “Luke, the contractions of an orgasm make the muscles of the uterus relax or some shit. You’re a doctor. Why are you so surprised by this?”
“I work on emergency injuries and trauma, not vaginas,” I answer. “Wait, you knew I was coming home, so what were you going to do, get yourself off while I’m sleeping next to you?” I ask as I gently cup the water in my hands and pour it across her breasts peeking out of the water.
“Maybe.” She shrugs.
“You’re such a fucking tease sometimes,” I place gentle bites down her neck.
“Can you hold me a little tighter?” she asks. “These cramps are more intense than usual.”
I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her into me tight. Then I take my other hand and snake it around her leg, curled tight to her chest, and glide my fingers over her clit.
Her eyes wide, she tries to pull away. “Luke! No, you’re-”
“Shhh,” I whisper, kissing her temple. “Lay your head back and let me make you feel better. Besides, I broke that fucking toy, remember? I said you’d never need to depend on it again, and I meant it, baby.
” I continue laying lazy circles around her clit.
She moans and the sounds echo against the tiles in the shower, a beautiful melody filling the surrounding space.
I continue making circles with one hand as I use the other to support her weight as she goes limp in my arms. The tension builds in her limp body as it shakes in my grip.
I apply a little more pressure over her clit and roll my finger back and forth until she comes, and just when she finishes, I gently work her clit again until a second orgasm builds, and then a third.
When she is completely satiated, I crawl out from behind her and turn on the shower.
When the water is warm, I walk back over to the tub and lift her out, carrying her into the shower and placing her on the small bench, opposite the showerhead.
She goes to reach for her loofah and body wash and I step in front of her reach.
“Luke, I can take care of myself,” she rolls her eyes.
“I know, but you don’t have to. Let me make you feel better.”
“You already made me feel better,” she announces with joy, looking at me all doe eyed.
Without a word, I grab her loofah and load it with her body wash. A hint of vanilla and honey fills the air, the scent I have developed a love for, and crave, enveloping us like a cozy blanket.
I slide the mesh over her skin, suds covering every inch of her. As the water runs clear of suds, I wash myself and then wrap us both in towels.
The towel around my waist hangs low as I carry her to the bed. Little soft moans escape her mouth as I lather her in lotion. Starting at her feet and making my way up her body, I am careful to add just the right amount of pressure as I rub the cream into her skin.
I place one of my t-shirts on the bed as I go to retrieve some chocolate and tea.
When I get to the kitchen, I realize I don’t know how she takes her tea, so I walk back to the room to ask her.
When I enter the doorway to the dimly lit room, she is fast asleep on my pillow.
I slide on a pair of briefs and move in behind her.
Her presence is familiar, comforting. But the closeness has a weight to it, one I know won’t be easy to shake off.