"Jesus, Sophie."
Pre-come oozes from the tip so I slide my hand up and catch it with my thumb, massaging the moisture in circles across his skin. I move my mouth to the base of his cock where my thumb was and repeat stroking the underside with my tongue.
I tighten the grip of my fingers around the head just slightly and continue rubbing my thumb across the tip as I lick up the length of him until I reach my hand.
I look up at Luke. His face is strained, his breathing fast. I make eye contact with him as I drag the hand circling the tip of him down his shaft in a slow, firm stroke. Then finally I take him into my mouth.
"Christ, Sophie." He groans and closes his eyes but immediately opens them again to watch. I love this. I can feel my own wetness leaking, I'm so turned on doing this to him. I bob down the length of him and sneak a hand to my clit, rubbing myself. This is such a power trip. Beside me his legs tense and above me he's giving a running commentary on my filthy little tongue and wicked little fingers.
It feels good to be in charge of him, just momentarily. He's bigger, older and stronger, but right now, I'm in control. It feels empowering.
I slide a finger inside of myself. I think I could get off doing this but I've got something else in mind right now. I rest my weight on my knees so I can use both hands, then increase my efforts stroking his cock below the amount I can take in my mouth.
He's close. I know he's close. Mainly because he says, "Sophie, I'm going to come in your mouth if you don't stop." As if I'd stop.
I've never swallowed before but I want to now. I want him in my mouth when he explodes. I want to swallow down everything he can give me. He's very supportive once he realizes I'm not stopping. "Sophie, you filthy bitch, I'm going to come so hard down your throat."
When I think he can't hold out any longer I take my finger, slick with my own wetness, and slide it into his ass.
He comes.
A lot.
"You hussy, Sophie." He winds his hands in my hair as I swallow and then flips us over so he's on top.
"Hey, I tied you!" I object from under a wall of muscle.
"With a bow tie, Sophie." He holds my face between his hands and kisses me until I’m short on oxygen. "You're so sweet. What the hell am I going to do with you?" He pauses then, searching my eyes like this is an actual question, so I answer.
"Keep me."
He doesn't respond. Instead, reaching for a condom, he flips my legs up so I'm damn near bent in half and slides into me.
I squirm a little. This is still so new to me and he's so damn big. "How are you even ready to go again?" I question.
"My dick is in a permanent state of ready when you're in the room," he responds, while still sliding into me.
"That must have been awkward for you with me spread out on your exam table." I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss whatever skin I can reach.
"You have no idea."
I laugh. "I think I do."
"By the way"—he moves my right leg to his shoulder and sinks back into me—"I can't be your doctor anymore."
"Hmmm, okay." God, he feels so good. How in the hell did I wait this long to have sex? "We can still play doctor though, right? I'm into it."
"Fucking hell, Sophie." He slaps my behind and I come. He slows his thrusts while I recover, thrusting his tongue into my mouth in rhythm with his cock.
When my muscles are done contracting he withdraws, turns me on my side and drops my upper leg over his arm, re-entering me from behind. He slams into me while rubbing my clit. Oh.
"You mean we're not done?" I ask, confused.
He laughs and nips my ear with his teeth. "No."
"But last time you just came when I did." It's getting hard to get my point across with his fingers working me so expertly.
"Last time I went easy on you, beautiful." He kisses my neck.
"But I thought the goal was to finish?"
"That's the goal"—his balls are slapping against my skin as he thrusts—"when you've got kids screaming in the other room." He hikes my thigh a little higher on his arm. "It's not the goal with your new lover."
He shows me then just how good he is at long-term goals.
Chapter 17
"This place is dead." Everly yawns.
"It's two days before Thanksgiving. I think a lot of people took the week off work." I take a sip of the chai tea latte I just made myself. We're at work and Everly is right, it's slow.
"Your stalker didn't take the week off." Everly nods to the guy at a table, wearing an earbud and ignoring us.
I ignore her statement. "Why aren't you in Connecticut already? We don't have classes this week."
Everly rolls her eyes. "I'm stuck here until tomorrow because Finn is waiting until the last minute to go home. He thinks if he waits long enough I'll take the train and he won't have to drive me." She shrugs. "Sometimes I'm not sure why I put up with him."