Page 11 of Addicted to Love

Pausing to look up at me, I let my hand slide from his hair, down his face. Gently, I drag my thumb across his bottom lip. How was it possible that this man liked me? That he wanted me? I give him a small nod, and my breathing hitches as he swirls his tongue over the skin on my thigh. He’s careful to keep his cast tight to his chest, but his other hand moves up my leg, his mouth following the same path over my socks until he finds bare skin.

Biting down on my bottom lip to stop a moan, I force myself to stay still. I want to watch him touching me, to remember the look on his face forever. I’m afraid if I move, he might stop, and I’m not ready for that.

Placing light, gentle kisses on my thighs, he moves higher. His tenderness is undoing me, overwriting all my doubts, drowning out the little voice that reminds me I’m trailer trash. He shoves my skirt up, exposing my plain black panties, before resting back and groaning softly.

“Luke…” I murmur, loving how he looks with his eyes glassy from lust. He leans back in between my legs, positioning himself right about my pussy before leaning in and nuzzling me gently. I can feel myself throbbing beneath him, even though he’s barely touched me.

“Friends,” he murmurs against the fabric of my underwear, the movements of his mouth driving me wild. “Good friends.”

He takes his thumb, and drags it down my slit lazily, the friction from the material combined with the pressure of his touch has me inhaling sharply. God, if he had two hands on me, I think I would actually combust.

“Very good friends.” I grin down at him, as he pulls the cotton to one side, exposing me to the cool air.

I wasn’t a virgin, but Mark had never made me feel like this. His needs came first, his pleasure. Luke treated me like I was made from precious glass. He wanted to worship me slowly, devour me completely, drown me in indulgence, tell me that I was beautiful and then do it all again. His tongue follows the same path his thumb made minutes earlier, and I can’t keep still any longer, arching into the sofa with a soft mewl.

“Tammy, why do you taste so good?” he asks, voice laced with need before parting my lips with his thumb and flicking his tongue over my clit. Dipping a finger inside me, he sucks my sensitive nub at the same time, dragging another noise from me.

“Fuckkk...Because I made you wait for it?” I tease, moving my hips up towards him, grinding against his face. When he chuckles in response, trust me when I say I feel it all the way down to my toes.

He slides another finger inside me, and my hips have a mind of their own as I shamelessly grind and buck against him, chasing my orgasm.

“Fuck…” I breathe as I feel my body tightening, like a coiled spring ready to burst free.

“Luke.” Calling his name spurs him on, and he’s relentless, fucking me with his mouth and fingers until I’m an incoherent mess and I’m seeing stars. My body clenches around him, wanting more, as I come. Tilting my head back, I chuckle. “Luke, I think I want to be more than friends.”

TWO MONTHS LATER

Sunlight streams in through the curtains, and I hear the sprinkler system come on outside, signalling that it’s time to get up and get dressed. Today I was enrolling back into community college, for fashion and design.

A strong arm wraps around my waist, and I grin as Luke pulls me closer to him, my back flush with his bare chest. Last night we’d gone to see a band at The Tipsy Cow, drank a few too many Blue Lagoons and ended up back at Luke’s house.

“Morning,” he whispers against my shoulder, kissing me softly as his hand moves up to cup my breast. As his fingers pinch my nipple, I arch my back, pushing my ass against his morning erection.

“Morning,” I say, turning my head to kiss him. He teases my nipples until my breathing becomes uneven and I’m begging for something more. Turning onto my back, I grin at the beautiful man smirking back at me.

“This is the best way to wake up in the mornings.” His lips brush against my neck before he sinks his teeth into my skin, and I can’t help the moan that it drags from my lips.

“Especially since your cast is off.” I chuckle as his hand slides down my body and between my legs, where he cups my pussy. “Stop teasing and touch me.”

He had his cast off a few weeks ago, and to say that we’d been trying to make up for the awkward fumblings was an understatement. My father had even begun to notice that I was rarely at the trailer, although that was probably more to do with the fact that he wanted money.

“Where do you want me to touch you?” Luke asks innocently, but we both know he’s trying to taunt me as he swirls his fingertips over my thigh. “Here?” He moves higher. “Maybe here?” He’s brushing against my slit, and I almost hiss at him.

His lips smash against mine with a hunger that I’ve become addicted to. Every time Luke kissed me, it was like he was afraid it would be his last. He devoured me like I was the only thing keeping him alive, and that sent a thrill through me.

“How about here?” He steals my breath away as he growls those words against my mouth, while sliding two fingers inside me with one easy thrust. A soft chuckle interrupts our next kiss. “Always so wet for me.”

I tilt my hips upwards, begging for more. Deeper. Harder. More. And when his thumb comes against my clit and begins tracing lazy circles, I almost cry out. Luke moves, grabbing my hips, and rolls me so that I’m straddling him.

With a sly smile, I reach behind and wrap my hand around his cock, giving him a few slow pumps. His head tilts back into the pillow, and I slow my pace even more.

“You’re mean.” He lifts his hips underneath me, fucking my hand for a few moments before angling my body over his.

Flattening my hands on his chest, I push myself back onto his dick until I’ve taken everything he has to give me. As I begin rolling my hips, riding him, he reaches up and squeezes my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples as I move.

His eyes are locked with mine, and I try to memorize every inch of his handsome face as my body begins to tighten, and it feels like an electric current is going wild under my skin.

My orgasm hits me full force, and for a moment I’m almost left breathless as my pussy clenches around him, desperate for more. His fingers dig tighter into my hips as he thrusts a few more times, chasing his own release.

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