Page 58 of The Edge of Summer
The door closes with a sound of finality. Then Luke’s eyes, darker than I’ve ever seen them, rise to meet mine. I repress the urge to shiver at the intensity.
“On your knees, pretty girl.”
My eyes widen in surprise. “You brought me all the way out here to give you head?”
“Don’t act shocked, Delilah. You knew exactly whatgame you were playing. Now get on your knees and suck my cock like the good girl I know you can be.”
In any other context, if a man told me what to do like that, I would gladly tell him where to shove it. After Mitchell, I vowed that I was done being the dutiful little girlfriend. But everything with Luke feels…different. Not like I’m giving up my power, but taking it.
So I drop to my knees. Or I would have if Luke’s hand didn’t shoot out to stop me. Confused, I look up at him, but he’s turned to the side, reaching for something. When he faces me again, I realize it’s a small cushion from an outdoor patio set. It looks a little worn, which would explain why it’s sitting in the shed. He sets it on the floor at our feet and suddenly, it all makes sense.
Luke Bowman is the embodiment of careful contradictions. He acts like he hates me and then gets coffee delivered when I can’t function without it. He seems like he couldn’t care less and then he takes my car to get fixed. He mutters filthy words to me and then he gives me something soft to kneel on.
I lower myself to the floor. Even through the cushion, the wood is hard beneath my knees, and I love that Luke anticipated that. I make quick work of his belt and zipper. When his pants and boxers are peeled away, there is nothing standing between me and Luke’s cock. I take him in my hand, stroking slowly up and down his shaft. I increase the pressure and he groans, the sound urging me on.
Luke caresses the back of my head. When he winds my hair around his fist and gives an experimental tug, I all but melt. He is the perfect mix of gentle and rough.
“You have no idea,” he says, his low voice threaded with desire, “what the sight of you does to me, Delilah. Nogoddamnidea.”
An ache spreads through my core. I want him.God, I want him. Seeing him now, for the first time, I would love nothing more than for him to be inside me. If he’s half as good with his dick as he is with his fingers, I would be seeing stars this afternoon. But he has already been so good to me, so today I’ll give him what he wants.
I take the tip of his cock between my lips, swirling my tongue around the head. My hand fists the base, and I can feel him hardening even more beneath my touch. When my mouth opens to take more of him in, he releases a shuddering breath that quickly turns into a loud curse.
I pull him out of my mouth. “I know you like to be loud, Chief,” I mock, “but we don’t want to alert the guests.”
Luke’s grip tightens on my ponytail. I’m beginning to wonder if that’s his favourite part of me.
His usual brown eyes are dark pools of obsidian. “Work that smart mouth one more time, pretty girl, and see what happens.”
I arch a brow. “Is that supposed to be a threat?”
“Part those lips, baby. Let’s see how much you like to talk when my cock is stuffed down your throat and I’m fucking your face.”
My thighs snap together as I try to relieve the intensifying ache between my legs. I take his cock in my mouth again until he sits halfway down my throat. This apparently isn’t good enough for Luke. He thrusts experimentally, and I endup taking him all the way. My eyes water, but that only spurs me on.
Luke, however, pauses. His thumb slides along my cheekbone in an almost tender touch. “Are you good, Delilah?”
I nod as best as I can with my mouth full. Luke takes my permission and runs with it, making good on his threat. The feel of him sliding against my tongue and hitting the back of my throat makes me moan. His thrusts falter as the vibrations make him let out another curse.
“Fuck, Delilah,” he rasps. His head tilts back in pleasure. “That’s it.”
And then I can’t handle it anymore. I unhook the button on my shorts and let my hand slip inside my underwear. I circle my clit, working to relieve this pressure that is building inside me.
When Luke notices what I’m doing, he urges me on. “Just like that, pretty girl,” he coaxes. “Touch yourself while I fill your sweet mouth.”
I take my pleasure as he takes his. It’s been a long time since I touched myself. Mitchell didn’t like me doing it, especially not when we were together like this. The past few months, I haven’t been in the mood. Now, I let myself get lost.
“Can I come in your mouth, pretty girl?” he rasps, struggling to get the words out.
I nod, urging him closer with a hand on his ass. With one final jerk of his hips, he spills down my throat. I swallow as my own climax mounts, and then he slips from my mouth with a prominentpop. As Luke takes a step back to catch his breath, I wipe my chin with the back of my hand.
We both spend a few minutes righting our clothing and taming our hair. Still, I know the evidence isn’t altogether erased, and I’m not sure how I feel about that.
I clear my throat. “What are the chances your family won’t notice?”
He frames my face in his hands and my heart embarrassingly trips over itself. “Do you want the real answer or do you want me to pretend?”
“Pretend, please.”
