Luke
Isaw a flash of red behind two women in the kitchen, and instantly knew it’s her.
She’s looking at her wineglass and I can tell by her body language she is straining to hear whatever the women in the way of my fucking view of her are saying.
As if summoning my desire, the women turned towards each other and as they parted, the gates to heaven opened behind them.
I got a full glimpse of B, and I went dark with desire.
I stalk towards her in calculated motions, lightly pushing the women aside, begging my dick to stay down.
The amount of focus and control I have to exert to keep my dick from going hard is unbearable.
As she talks the rise and fall of her chest is thick with desire. Her red locks flowing in loose curls running down her arms and chest, outlining the swell of her breasts perfectly, and by the sudden peak of her nipples, I can tell she’s braless, making my quest even more difficult.
There she is standing here, legs crossed, propped up against the counter, full of attitude.
She is wearing a dark gray, cropped graphic t-shirt, and it hits just above the band of her knit black skirt, showing just enough skin.
The fitted skirt shows off every delicious curve of her hips.
I bet her ass looks fucking amazing. As my eyes roam down her body, I see another sliver of skin between the bottom of her skirt and the top of the black heeled boots she is wearing.
To top off the look, she painted her lips signature red, plump and delicious.
I want to suck her full bottom lip into my mouth.
After I bare my heart to Blake, she just stands there mouth agape.
She swallows, and the vision of her throat constricting before me makes my desire grow even harder to contain.
“I don’t know what to say, Luke,” she finally murmurs after a beat.
“Say you knew I would be here, and you put this on for me, tell me your pebbled nipples are hard for me, and your thighs are slick from my proximity and that’s why you keep shifting your weight back and forth, you’re trying to find some friction.
Tell me how fucking badly you want me to take you home, B. ”
“Holy fuck-that is so fucking hot,” a voice whispers behind me, and I realize we still have an audience. Before Blake can answer, my darkest desires scatter due to the interruption. I have to get her out of here.
“Damn, you look hot. Aren’t you glad I told her you’d be here, Luke?” Ana’s eyes are glistening mischievously as she pulls Blake into a hug.
I nod in agreement, not allowing my eyes to leave Blake’s face.
Knox’s hand clasps my shoulder. “Dude, I know that look.” He looks at Ana and clears his throat. “I’ve had that look more times than I can count. Let’s grab a beer.” He pulls me away from Blake.
“What look?” Ana laughs.
“The look of feral desire to bend you over the kitchen counter and fuck you until you can’t walk tomorrow,” Knox bends down and speaks in Ana’s ear, not really giving a shit who hears. Knox is the guy who wants everyone to know Ana is his. I feel that.
The two women are still shamelessly watching, eyes wide. My guess is they have a thing for Knox, and his mouth just amplified their desires and solidified the fact he is off the market, clearly strategic.
He pulls me a few feet away and hands me a beer.
“Why are you looking at her like you want to maul her?” he asks with a laugh.
My eyes are still on Blake. “I have been sleeping on my parents’ couch since the opening, and look at her. I can’t do it anymore.” Suddenly, for reasons I can’t explain, I snap my attention to Knox and ask in a panic, “Is Cash here?”
“No, he flew back home. Why?” he asks, looking puzzled.
“I need to make things right with Blake, and I will be taking her home tonight. I can’t have him cock blocking me by making her pissed.”
Knox just laughs. “You know, all of this shit between him and Blake is a huge misunderstanding.”
“I know. He told me that the other day at work. Doesn’t mean I’m ok with him moving in on April.” I keep my gaze fixed on Blake as I speak, as if she’ll vanish if I look away.
“Yeah, I’m not sure what that’s about, but I’ll get it out of him eventually.
Listen, I know you have all kinds of pent up shit with Blake, but Ana is driving me fucking wild tonight.
Apparently I have a pregnancy kink, and she is fucking hot as fuck.
I’ll have her help me get more plates, I’ll steal a kiss or two, and you can shoot your shot with Blake, just take her home before shit gets heated. ” Knox winks.
I give him a curt nod, knowing he has nothing to worry about. The things I will do to Blake are not things anyone else gets to bear witness to.
I watch as Knox walks up behind Ana, kisses her neck and pulls her out the back door, leaving all their guests to themselves, and the two women in the kitchen speechless.
“Where is Knox?” some guy walks up and asks the two women. “We are supposed to talk about the upcoming camp for the boys.”
“He’s busy,” she points, her voice dripping with disdain.
“Oh, well, I can go grab him. You know, save him from having to entertain people,” he answers thoughtlessly, taking a step towards the door.
She puts her hand out in front of him to stop him. “Not sure he wants you to interrupt him at the moment,” she scoffs.
“Yeah,” the other chick rolls her eyes, clearly jealous.
“Nice,” the guy reacts by high fiving some other fucking douchebag who followed him over.
I listen to this exchange while I make my way back over to Blake as she refills her wine.
I grab the glass out of her hand and set it on the counter.
“Nope. You had one giant ass glass already, Blake, I don’t want you too drunk when I take you home, it will spoil all the delicious plans I have.
Text Ana and tell her good night,” I request with a hint of dominance in my voice, knowing as the words leave my lips, they will ruffle her feathers.
“Get fucked Luke,” she responds with a defiant little smirk and a slight laugh in her tone. With a delicate touch, she picks up the glass, the condensation clinging to its surface, and takes a long, slow sip.
“Trying to, baby, and I want you to have a clear fucking head when I sink inside you. We’re done playing this fucking game.”
“What fucking game is that, Luke? Me being pissed at you is a game?”
“Not at all. But, we both know this is not the end of us. It’s a fight.
We can fight at home. The game I’m referring to is us wasting our time being apart, like two people who have succumbed to the fact they are over, instead of making up and making love.
We are not over, Blake. I let you go once without you even knowing it.
I stayed married to someone else when all I wanted was you.
This time, B, I’m not letting you go.” I claim her lips, crashing them to mine.
When we finally pull apart, she stares into my eyes, coated in desire.
“Take me home,” she demands breathlessly, snaking her hand behind my neck and pulling me in closer to her. “I think I want to see how we make up.”
“I’ll bring you back to your car tomorrow. Leave the keys for Knox in case he needs to move it.” I pull her towards the door, peering at her perfect smile over my shoulder.
She pauses and looks at the two women as we pass. “When Mrs. Reed comes back, can you let her know Blake left with Luke, and thank her for a lovely party?” She doesn’t wait for their response. She quickly continues walking towards the door, moving past me, her ass swaying in perfect rhythm.
I glance at the two women who watch her, seething with envy, and then settle my attention back on Blake.
We were silent the entire drive home. I was afraid to open my mouth, knowing it would cause me to pull over on the side of the road to take her.
My dick was pressing against my jeans so hard I might have a zipper impression when it finally gets free.
Blake sat next to me in the passenger seat, eyes fixed on the road ahead.
The second I parked my car, she jumped out, not even waiting for me to turn off the ignition.
Worried she might peel her clothes off before I joined her, I ran behind her, readjusting my dick in the elevator to the apartment.
Now, I’m fumbling with the keys, unable to get this fucking door to open.
“Luke,” she urges impatiently. “What the hell is your deal? It’s a lock you have opened thousands of times before.”
“I’m not usually distracted by you when I try to open it.” I can hear the strain in my voice, my patience paper-thin.
She reaches over and grabs the key out of my hand, smoothly unlocks it and pushes the door open, stepping inside. We barely make it in far enough for the door to close behind us before she pushes me against it, hands in my hair and pressing her body against mine.
“Luke.” It’s one simple word.
“Baby, I need you. I can’t worship you the way I want to, ok? Is that ok?” I ask.
“Luke, I have been rubbing my legs together for over an hour. I need you to make it better, please.”
I spin her around and pin her against the door with her hands above her head. “You leave these here. Do you hear me?”
She nods her head in response as I bend down and lift her skirt so I can retrieve her panties. When my hands slide over her hips, I stop, glaring up at her.
“Where the fuck are your panties, Blake?”
“I had panty lines.” She shrugs.
“Do you know how many guys were eyeing you tonight? They probably all knew you were not wearing panties.”
“I doubt it.” She runs her hands through my hair.
“Why?” I ask, placing her hands back where I left them with a hint of a warning in my gaze.
“Luke, baby, I need you to focus on the task at hand, making my pussy feel better. I promise you, none of them noticed I was missing panties. There was not a single person there eyeing my ass more than you were, and you didn’t notice.
So, please, shut the fuck up and get to work. ” She smiles, wiggling her brows.
I work my way up her leg, peppering it with kisses in my wake. When I get to the apex of her thighs, they are slick, coated with her arousal. The smell is intoxicating.
I press my thumb to her clit and watch as she shudders slightly, her head falling back against the door and her eyes roll back in her head.
“Yes,” she pants.
I work her to the edge of release before pulling away. This time when her hands fall I allow it.
I stand up and unbutton my pants, then unzip them, allowing my dick to come free, a small piece of release I have been desperately needing.
I pick her up and wrap her legs around me as I walk her to the kitchen counter. I set her down and spin her so she’s pressing her ass against me. Sliding my hand around her neck, I pull her ear close to me. “Bend over.”
She does, and the swell of her ass in the moonlight filtering through the window is a sight I will burn into my memory forever. I pull my cock out and line it up with her slit. Wetness is already coating my tip as I pause, pulling away for a second.
Her protest is futile in the dark apartment.
“Luke,” she groans.
I walk over to the freezer and try to sneakily fill a cup with ice.
When I walk back behind Blake, I take one of the ice cubes I had hidden in my hand and slide my hand up her shirt and run the cold cube over the peaks of her nipples beneath.
The hiss that leaves her mouth is beautiful.
With my other hand, I line myself back up to her entrance and slide inside in one quick motion.
Simultaneously, I take my hand from her breast and slide the ice cube beneath the band of her skirt and run it over her clit, making slow circles.
She shudders beneath my touch. “Luke.”
I take advantage of the extra slickness and pump in and out of her at a rapid pace, banging her hips into the counter with each thrust.
“Fuck, I’m going to bruise your hips.” I pull back slightly.
“Luke, fuck me right now. If I get bruised, so be it. I will ice them later. This feels- Fuck-” her words filter out as my pace quickens.
I grab another ice cube from the cup nearby and continue to rub it over her clit; the circles matching the pace of my thrusts.
Her body convulses beneath me, and I feel the walls of her pussy tighten around my cock, making it hard to move at the same pace.
She leans back and grinds into me, wanting me deeper, and when I feel the head of my dick hit her G-spot, I fucking lose it.
With two more thrusts, my body convulses as I empty myself inside her.