The leather felt cool and soft against my skin. I rubbed my breasts up and down and my nipples perked under the friction. My body responded to Luke’s commands as if I knew they were coming. As if I were desperately waiting for him to give me the next direction.
He pumped two wide fingers inside me and I whimpered. “Oh, God.”
I rode him like that, letting him pry my entrance while I bounced and coated his fingers with fresh juices.
“Fuck, Alexa.” He pulled the back of my hair, biting my ear with a quick snap of his teeth. His fingers slammed inside me and I moaned with pleasure.
“Feels good,” I whispered.
“Does it?” His voice in my ear sent shivers straight to my core.
“Yes.”
“Watching you fuck my fingers like this is hot.” He kissed my neck and my shoulder. I felt the hot rigid point of his tongue descend along my spine.
And then I bucked when I felt it curve over my ass. I froze. But Luke was quick. And within a heartbeat he was planted on the floor, his hands pushing upward between my legs and his mouth clamped tight over my clit.
“Oh, God.” My head hung back as he sucked and licked. I rode his face as shamelessly as I did his fingers.
His teeth grazed my clit and I clawed at the couch for stability. My knees wobbled and my breath was ragged. Holy hell I was going to come in Luke’s living room, all over his face.
He growled with satisfaction as my hips jutted harder. I needed it. I couldn’t stop now even if I wanted to save the last bit of dignity I had. I rode and rocked. His tongue plunged inside my entrance, twisting and swirling.
“Oh shit, Luke. Oh God.”
“Come for me, baby. Come hard.”
The light shone through the wooden blinds. The only sound was me gasping for air as Luke coaxed the deep orgasm from my core with his tongue.
My nipples rubbed over the leather and I lost it. The orgasm cascaded from inside me, spilling through my limbs and pouring from my voice like a song.
Luke sucked and stroked until I panted for relief. “Please,” I begged.
I didn’t think I would survive another explosive orgasm. But he was relentless chasing his fingers with this tongue in and out of my entrance. The second one tore through me more viciously than the first.
“Don’t fight it, feel it, or I’ll make you come all over again.”
I groaned, knowing he’d never stop until I came the way he wanted. I gave in. I closed my eyes, lifting my hair from my neck. Jerking my hips. Sighing. Moaning. Saying Luke’s name over and over. Like a runaway rip current it made me relinquish all control. It pulled and tugged at me until my entire body was drenched in sweat and bliss.
He chuckled, lowering my ass to the couch. I turned to face him. My hair fell in my eyes. But Luke stood, scooping me in his arms.
“Feeling better?”
“Oh God, yes.” I smiled. I’d never let sex wrap me in such sinful rapture before. He made me a fucking goddess.
“Good. Because I’ve got more therapy planned for you.”
He kicked through the bedroom door.
“Therapy?”
Just the fact that Luke had plans for me made me feel a new twinge in my core. I liked round one. Round one was epic. Round one made me a new woman.
“This is my version of fuck-the-brand therapy.”
I looked at him quizzically.
“You know. The brands that define us. The ones that caused this bullshit fight between us.”
I nodded. “I do know.”
“So, let’s do what we want to do. No brands. No labels. No managers. Just you and me fucking each other until tomorrow.”
I swallowed hard. Oh God.
“But I have to get on a plane,” I argued. “I told Jake I’d be there.” Jake would kill me if I missed that flight to Nashville. He was standing in the middle of a media firestorm. A hellish blazing tornado that revolved around my bad decisions.
Luke tossed me on the center of the bed and shed his clothes. He crawled toward me. Naked. His cock wide and throbbing for me. His body rigid and athletic. Beautiful in a masculine way that made me want to touch every square inch of muscle until I had him completely memorized.
“There are no brands allowed in this bed, baby. Do you want to get on a plane, Alexa or do you want me to fuck you?”
14
Luke
I loved that sated glow on her body. I knew I had satisfied her on the couch. I’d never seen a woman come like that. It was fucking art the way she did it. She wasn’t going to suddenly roll over and bolt out of here. Not with the sounds she made. Not with the way her body reacted to my every move. I held some kind of power over Alexa and we both knew it.
“If I stay, it’s going to make things worse,” she argued.