Shelter Me(54)

I feel Luke running his fingers up the inside of my thigh, stopping just above my knee where he draws slow deliberate circles, never once taking his eyes off of mine. Turning back around, he takes off, leaving me wanting and begging for his touch.

With a smirk on my face I decide that two can play this game of sexual torture, so I pull his t-shirt out and lightly run my hands across his abs. I can feel him start to tense as I slowly slide them up as high as I can go, all the while pressing and wiggling my body into his. I skim my hand back down to the waistband of his shorts, then undo the button and pull down the zipper.

Sticking my hands into his shorts, I gasp as I feel his hard, thick cock in my hand. He’s gone commando! I give it a little squeeze and stroke the tip of his velvety smooth erection. All I can think of right now is taking it into my mouth and sucking on it like a popsicle. Sliding my right hand farther down, I grip it a little more firmly and start to pick up speed. His breathing is starting to quicken and before I know it, we are coming to a complete stop.

Luke immediately removes my hand and swings his leg around, hopping off of the quad. Tossing his helmet on the ground, he then takes off mine and throws it alongside of his. Before I can react, he seizes me by the waist and lifts me up. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around him.

“You have me so fucking turned on right now,” he growls. “I am going to bend you over this quad and fuck you so damn hard you will feel me for days, baby.”

“Do it,” I say, practically panting and begging for him to touch me.

“Oh, I am, tesoro bella. Don’t you worry about that. But first, I need to bury my tongue in this sweet pussy of yours.”

Setting me on my feet, he lets his shorts fall to the ground and then kicks off his shoes. In one quick motion he has his shirt off and is standing there completely naked. And his cock… oh, God. It’s huge, and I want it. Noticing me staring, he takes his erection in hand and starts to slowly stroke himself.

“You want this, Shayne?”

“God, yes. I want it, Luke.”

Drawing me to him, he snatches my dress over my head and tosses it onto the pile of clothing.

“Get up on the quad, baby and bend over the handlebars with that nice ass sticking in the air,” he commands.

I am so fucking ready for him at this moment that all I can think about is how good he is going to feel. Getting up on the quad, I do just as he asked me to. Luke lifts his leg over the seat and lays both of his hands on the cheeks of my ass. Bending over, he starts to run kisses down the length of my spine, all the while kneading and rubbing my bottom.

Scooting back a little, he dips his head. His tongue swipes from my front to my back and I cry out in pleasure. He repeats this motion several times before he takes one finger and inserts it into me. His tongue starts to move all around, licking me. He inserts another finger as he moves his mouth and sucks on my clit. I scream as I immediately find my orgasm. He slowly pulls his fingers and his face away from me. I feel him sit up and he starts rubbing his cock around my throbbing heat and then he pulls me back and impales me with every long, thick inch of him.

“Luke!”

“Yeah, that’s it. Scream it, baby. I love hearing my name come from those sexy lips of yours.”

The grinding of his hips and the way he is plunging in and out of me like he can’t get deep enough is about all I can take. His thrusts are coming faster and faster.

“Oh, God. Luke!” I shriek, a second wave of ecstasy crashing over me.

“Shayne! Fuck!”

He stills himself as he empties his release into me. Laying himself on top of me, he kisses all the way down my spine and slowly pulls out of me. I wince from the loss of him and from the slight pain of having him inside me.

“Are you okay, baby?” he asks, noticing my discomfort.

“No, you didn’t hurt me,” I grin. “I’m fine. I am a little sore, but didn’t you say you wanted to bend me over and fuck me?”

He chuckles and puts his arm around my waist, then kisses me so deeply it causes me to moan into his mouth.

“That was so hot. And this,” he says, sliding a finger back and forth over my still-slick opening, “Is mine. Knowing that you’re full of my cum is the hottest fucking thing I can think of right now.”

Cleaning ourselves up with a towel that Luke brought, we decide to head back to his house. I can always see the pond another day.





Chapter Eighteen



Our ride back is quiet as we both take in our surroundings. After parking the quad in the garage, we take another shower, taking our time washing each other and stealing soft kisses. Once we’re done, I dry off and change into a nightshirt, while Luke puts on a pair of low-slung basketball shorts.