Page 9 of Inked Soul

Chapter Five

This Could Be A Very Bad Idea

Abigail

Gathering all my courage, I knock on my hot neighbor’s door. I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing. What I do know is I am starved for human connection, and he clearly finds me as attractive as I do him. Also, I haven’t had sex for over a year and I’m tired of the subpar orgasms I keep giving myself.

The moment he pushes me up against the wall I know I’m in over my head. I’m used to guys that are soft and calm. You know, the missionary position guys. This man is a wildfire, ripping through all my boundaries. Strangely, I don’t care. I want wild, reckless, passionate.

Luke kisses the way he does everything else, with confidence. He pushes his tongue between my lips and takes what he wants from me without giving me a chance to pull away or object. He consumes me and sets my hormones on a rampage with a single, earth-shattering kiss.

For long moments he savors me before pulling away. Leaning his forehead against mine he breathes deeply.

“Fuck.”

He turns and walks away from me, running his hands through his hair. My body tingles from the aftereffects of his onslaught but my mind is screaming at me that I need to focus. For some reason, I think the kiss may not have been as explosive for him as for me.

“Never mind,” I say softly, gathering what little self-respect I have left, and open the door to leave.

A hand shoves the door closed. My body is spun around and pressed against the wooden surface once more.

“Where are you going?” Luke asks with a frown.

I fight to hold back the tears of embarrassment as I face him. “You don’t want anyone to know about me asking you to do this, and obviously the kiss was horrible. I’m leaving before you feel the need to let me down gently.”

“You’re insane.” He chuckles, placing a gentle kiss on my lips. “I don’t care who knows, I just don’t need the competition.”

Luke rubs his erection against my stomach, his hand caressing my neck, tilting my head all the way back. A soft mewling sound falls from my lips as a shiver works its way through my body. His leg works its way between my legs, and I shamelessly rub my crotch against his muscular thigh.

“And that kiss was everything,” he mumbles, kissing my chin before moving to my neck, one hand caressing my ass. “I needed a moment to regain some semblance of control.”

“What?” I whisper. I’m not sure I’m understanding the words he is saying, my hormones already wreaking havoc on my senses.

“I’ve been thinking of bending you over the back of your couch the whole day,” he says with a smile. His other hand fondles my breast through my tank top. “I want to fuck you until you scream.”

“Oh. Good,” I squeak. I seem to have lost all ability to say anything beyond single words.

“Yeah, good.”

He pulls down the pink fabric of my halter-neck top with the cup of my bra, exposing my breast to his gaze. He rubs a thumb in circles around the already-hardened nub, drawing another moan from within me.

“You’re so fucking sensitive,” he says lowly. “Are you still breastfeeding? I’ve never had breast milk before.”

“Shit,” I mumble as he draws the tip into his mouth. I had no idea that him suckling my milk would be sexy, but I feel the walls of my pussy flutter. The question catches me off guard, so it takes me a moment to gather my wits and nod. He groans against my breast, and I assume he is enjoying the experience.

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