Prodigal Son(48)

I squealed and started to turn over, but he held my shoulders in place with one hand.

“Be still,” he said as he bent over the small of my back. He licked me, and the contrast of his warm tongue and the cold wine made me shiver with delight. He ran a hand over my ass and removed his hand from my shoulders. “Turn over,” he said, still holding the glass in one hand.

I did as I was told, exposing both my breasts and my perfectly smooth, shaved pussy. I wondered if he liked women who shaved it all.

“Oops,” Luke said as he poured a tiny bit of champagne onto the nipple that was closest to him. He bent and first licked the wine off, his tongue making me gasp. He opened his mouth and sucked the pink bud inside, tugging gently before letting it slip from his mouth.

“Oops,” he said again as he spilled champagne on my other breast and repeated his actions — licking and sucking until I was practically writhing under his touch.

He looked down and answered my unasked question. “Very nice,” he said,” as he ran a finger over the smooth shaved surface. “Oops,” he said one last time as he poured a generous splash of wine over my already wet pussy. He set the glass down and moved to the other side of the bed, moving my knees apart so that I was completely exposed to him as he knelt between my legs.

“I seem to have made a mess,” he said as he bent toward my wine-covered nether regions. “Let me clean that up for you.”

I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. He took his time, starting by licking all over the outside, making sure he licked up every bit of wine he’d spilled. He parted my lips with his tongue, and I thought I might pass out. I realized that I was breathing fast, open-mouthed, while I watched him plunge his tongue between my lips, seeking my clit. He moved his hands up between my legs and spread me wide open, bending to flick his tongue against the slick, wetness he found there. I arched my back and couldn’t help lifting my hips toward his tongue, wanting more from him.

“Oh, my God,” I said, not even realizing that I was speaking aloud until I heard the words. “You’re amazing.”

I heard Luke laugh while he continued to work me over with his tongue, bringing me dangerously close to a climax. I continued to writhe and grind my hips toward his face.

And then I heard it. My phone ringing from the next room.

“Goddammit,” I said, hoping Luke wouldn’t stop what he was doing. “I thought I’d turned the ringer off.”

“Should I stop?”

“Don’t you dare,” I warned.

The phone went silent, and Luke returned to teasing my clit with his tongue. I gasped when he inserted a finger inside me, and all I could think about was how much I wanted to feel him inside me.

The phone rang again.

“You sure you don’t need to get that?” Luke asked.

I was worried that he was going to be pissed at me because my phone was interrupting our fun.

“No. I’m sorry. Let me go turn it off.”

“Not a chance,” Luke said, completely serious. “There’s no way I’m letting you out of this bed anytime soon.”

He moved up so that he could fondle and suck on my breasts, and I felt like I was going to explode. I could feel myself dripping wet, and Luke could, too, when he kept his mouth on my nipple and slid two fingers together inside me. I was so hot and so wet that I could hardly even think straight.

“Please, Luke,” I said, again surprising myself by the sound of my voice.

“Please what?” Luke asked with a smile as he buried his fingers deep inside me.

“Please, you’re driving me crazy.”

“What do you want me to do? I want to hear you say the words.”

I’d talked dirty before, usually in an attempt to get Bug hard enough that he would be embarrassed and pissed at me. Luke was different, though. Even though all I could think about was wanting his hard cock inside me, I felt strange about saying something he might think was vulgar. I actually liked the guy.

“I want you,” I hesitated because he’d just managed to get his finger on my g-spot. “Oh, my God, Luke. I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me all night long, as hard as you can.”

“Can do, sugar. Just remember that you asked for it.”





Chapter 23


Luke


When that damned phone rang for a second time, I could tell that something was bothering Krystal, and if it had been a week ago, I would have stopped what we were doing and asked her to tell me what was wrong. I would have talked it all out, and I’d have gone to bed with blue balls. Fuck that.

She’d come over dressed the way she was to turn me on, and she’d suggested that we stay in the hotel room, rather than going out. I would never force sex on a woman, but she’d thrown herself at me, and I was going to take what she was giving. If she wanted to cuddle or talk afterwards, then we could do that, but for the first time I felt like a man in charge of his destiny. I’d always done what other people wanted me to, even down to going to the college my parents had picked out for me, and tonight I wanted to fuck Krystal. That was all I wanted, and I was gonna get it.