Page 16 of Secret Seduction
So much fucking more than I could ever explain.
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SHAE
Luke’s kisses are like a drug, hitting my blood stream at supersonic speed, making me want more and ready to beg in order to get it. When our kiss is over, both of us let out a mewl of dissatisfaction. He let me know a grocery order would arrive in a couple of hours and that we’d watch a movie together after he showered. Then he settles me on the couch, hands me the remote, and pulls a blanket off the back of the couch. The kiss he drops to my forehead has my eyes closing instantly and my legs locking together to relieve the ache he built inside of me.
I pick up the remote, aim it at the television to turn it on, and find something to occupy my time. The pill I took at Asher’s still hasn’t knocked me out, thankfully. It has helped dull the pain, another plus in the positive column. The not-so-great side of all of this is being left to my own devices. It’s when my mind rattles the most. I overthink and get the bright idea that I need to be doing something. I mindlesslyscroll through the guide, finding absolutely nothing that piques my interest. I put the television on mute, stand up, wrap the blanket around my body like a cape, and meander around Luke’s place. The socks he left out were too big, and I had to fold them down to keep them from sliding down. The shorts were no use. No matter what I did, they slid down my body. How Luke still kissed me looking like a drowned rat, with wet hair and in ill-fitting clothes, I have no idea.
The glass doors call my name, ready to see how beautiful the outside living space is, but not ready to sit outside again. I just washed the sweat off from the day; adding more to it is the last thing I want.
“Holy fuck, this place is a dream.” I look from the view of the park with its green trees, people walking along the paths, and while I don’t live too far from here, I also don’t make it to this side of town very much. Maybe I can convince Luke to walk with me when the weather cools down.
The patio furniture is set up like an intimate seating area, looking soft and inviting. A lot like the couch and the rest of the furniture inside. No expense was spared, but you can tell it was done in a way that’s meant to be comfortable. There’s nothing gaudy or ostentatious; it’s classy mixed with Luke’s masculinity. You can tell from the few frames, the blanket, and a couple of other décor pieces that either his mom had a hand in helping or one of the girls did. Either way, it works well with the space.
A soft grunt echoes through the quiet apartment over the steady water flow from where Luke is currently in the shower. I bite my lower lip as a shiver slides down my spine, and while curiosity killed the cat, I’m definitely movingcloser to hear each low guttural groan. I know I should give Luke his privacy. He gave it to me earlier. I also closed the bathroom door, needing privacy to take care of the after effects of my surgery. I also couldn’t help myself in the form of self-pleasure; it was either do that or take a cold shower, and I knew even that wouldn’t take the edge off.
In a different time and place, I’d have invited him inside the massive glass stall with more showerheads than I knew what to do with. It also made me realize getting my hair wet would be inevitable. Luke’s three-in-one type body wash, face wash, and shampoo did nothing to help the tangles of my hair.
My magic bag of tricks had a brush and even a mini spray bottle of leave-in conditioner. One thing about me is I’m always prepared.
“Unnh.” A slam hits the tile wall. Staying silent is the last thing on my mind as I round the corner. All this time, Luke was worried I’d pass out in his shower, when in all actuality, it seems like it could be him.
“Luke, are you okay?” I say hesitantly while walking further into the bedroom. The luxury tile, or it could be marble, changes to carpet and warms me up with each step.
“Shae.” The door to the bathroom is open, wide open. I take another step, closer to coming face to face with what I’m realizing is Luke pleasuring himself. My name tumbling off his lips while doing so makes my thighs quake, my insides quiver, and my mouth water while watching him.
He’s facing me.
Watching me as I watch him.
I stay where I am, knees locked, hands at my sides, andwait to see what he does. This could very well be a massive invasion of privacy, except why would he leave the doors open, and why would he continue to use his hand on his cock in a corkscrew motion? The glass shower walls never fog over; they remain clear and translucent, allowing me to see Luke so vividly. His hair is wet, slicked back, and water sluices over his muscled form. The happy trail on his abdomen calls to me, making me take another step forward. I want it to be my hands on his length. I want to be on my knees for him. I want to watch him lose control and it be by my mouth or hands.
“Luke, please,” I beg, unaware of how to convey just how much I need him. My body may not be able to take him in a traditional way, but I can make him feel good, too.
“What do you want, baby girl?” He opens the door and steps out, unbothered by the water dripping down him.
“You. I want you,” I admit more easily than I expected.
“You can’t have me, Shae. Not yet and not in the way I know you’re craving as much as I am.” Through this whole conversation, he doesn’t stop working himself. His hand glides up and down his shaft. The head of his cock leaks precum, and I want nothing more than to sweep it away with my tongue.
“There are other areas of my body that aren’t off limits.” I’m now within reaching distance. A hand cups the nape of my neck, pulling me closer, and Luke’s lips hover above mine. His scent surrounds us, and when my eyes shutter, he makes his move. The kiss is full of passion. He’s gripping my neck tighter, pulling me into him, pent-up passion bubbling above the surface. We’re both dying for more. My palms liftto his chest, and I feel him tremble beneath me, loving that I’m doing this to him.
Luke groans low in his throat, and suddenly, I have a different idea. I slide my hand lower, ready to take over what he’s doing to himself. My hand wraps around his. The other stays at his happy trail, the smattering of hair calling to my senses. I love that he has hair on his chest and stomach.
“Fuck, Shae.” He pulls off my lips. His head dips downward, watching us work together. “This isn’t fair, baby girl. I can’t do shit to return the favor, yet here you are, giving me this.”
“Show me what you like, please.” I’m tempting him with my words. His breathing becomes ragged while he works our combined hands at a faster pace.
“What you’re doing, right here, it’s fucking perfect. You’re perfect, and the minute you’re better, it’ll be my hands on you repaying the favor.” His hips rock back and forth, further fucking himself, and I really want to ask him to remove his hand so I can truly feel him.
“Will you let me take over completely?” I ask. His hand is still cupping my neck, his eyes sweeping back and forth between my eyes and where we’re connected.
“Shit, you’re trying to make me get off faster than I want, baby girl. Still doesn’t seem right. You helping me when I can’t reciprocate, and I know you’re wet, Shae. I can smell you. Your scent, it’s making me lose my mind,” he utters between each roll of his hips. The texture of him is a contradiction—his cock is hard like steel yet feels like velvet.
“Then maybe it’ll give you some relief to know the reason my shower took so long is because I had to take careof myself, too. Your showerheads really are amazing.” I barely get the words out before he’s got both hands cupping my neck, his eyes locked on mine. I could drown in them. Through it all, I keep working his cock like he did.
“Goddamn it, baby girl. You’re trying to wreck me,” Luke groans. “Hold me tighter.” He’s guiding me like I asked him to. My grip tightens, and my thumb sweeps along the tip, coating the head with his precum. I’d get on my knees before him, except that might be pushing the limits, and I really don’t want him to stop.
