Page 52 of The Hookup
She stepped out of them, groaning as his nose touched the soft mound of hair between her legs. Her brain fogged over and she couldn’t think, or speak. A delicious sliver of anticipation licked her body.
“I want to taste you,” he rasped, sliding his fingers over and into her slickness, making her knees buckle. Anticipation crawled all over her, making her skin prickle. She exhaled, panting out short breaths as he took turns, rubbing and stroking, eliciting sighs, like music, from her lips as his fingers strummed her.
“But I need to fuck you first.”
She moaned again, as his fingers moved away from her aching mound and under her blouse, skittering over her belly and cupping her bra covered breasts. She longed to be completely naked, but she was powerless to move. Naked from the waist down and fully clothed from the waist up, she felt more turned on than ever. A shiver ran through her as he pulled her back onto the bed and claimed her mouth. They kissed long and hard, as if they hadn’t ever kissed before, and all the while, his hands continued to stroke her. Yet, still, he was fully clothed.
“I want you naked,” she said, when they took a breath.
He got up, then unzipped his pants and freed himself, and she stared at him.
Atit.
And gasped.
“So if Xavier showed an interest in you now, what would you do?” he asked, matter-of-factly. But she couldn’t drag her eyes away from him, needing him, willing him to move quickly.
“What do you mean,what would I do?” she asked, watching him slide on a condom. Her eyes flickered up to meet his gaze.
“You made out once, so you obviously had a thing for him,” he replied, climbing onto the bed, and kissing her again, sucking every rational thought from her mind. She lifted her hips, turned on by the feel of his hardness hovering around her slick entrance. “Once,” she murmured, loving the feel of his lips, his tongue, and his cock. “Now,” she pleaded, wanting him with a ferocity that was new to her.
He held her gaze, not even moving an inch to satisfy her. “You sure you don’t have a thing for Xavier?”
“What?” she asked, arching her back, lifting her hips again, trying to entice him into her. “Please,” she begged, panting, her hands on his shoulders. “I need younow.”
“I will fuck you to oblivion, but I need to know first.”
“Freaking hell, Luke. What the hell is wrong with you?” she asked, irritated. She squirmed under him, desperate to swallow him up, confusion lining her brow at his hesitation.
“I just need to know you’re not going to be tempted by him again.”
“I already told you, I can’t stand the guy.”
And that was all he needed to know. He slammed into her, making her cry out in relief, filling her to the hilt, as he planted a sensual kiss on her lips. He claimed her mouth with the same fervor that he had claimed her body.
“Again,” she murmured, her voice pleading, and low as her muscles clenched around him. He was buried hilt-deep inside her, and she writhed beneath him in ecstasy. In the next moment, he reached down and ripped her shirt buttons off.
“You owe me a blouse,” she stuttered, digging her nails into his shoulders as he rocked against her. An animal groan escaped her lips, and she heard him moan as he slammed against her, the friction starting to build.
She unfastened the front clasp on her bra, needing to feel his mouth on her, and in the next second, his lips clamped onto one breast, sucking hungrily. Her heart pounded with the same ferocity as his thrusts, and she moaned appreciatively each time he rocked against her; her mind dizzy, her body coiling tight, and building to fever pitch.
Every nerve ending in her body tensed.
“Don’t stop,” she cried, closing her eyes as the pressure peaked and became almost unbearable, as if she was going to explode. She placed her hand over her breast, before sliding it to her clit. Luke shoved her hand away, staring at her with hooded eyes.
“I’ll take care of that,” he growled, gripping her wrist hard. Her eyes fluttered open as he brushed his thumb gently over her lower lip before slipping it inside her mouth. She sucked it greedily, looking into the depths of his eyes and finding warmth. This man was sexy, and he was fucking her, not making love, but fucking her. She loved it. Didn’t want him to stop.
They were a tangled mess of thrashing hot, sweaty bodies drowning in pleasure. A haze of intoxication swept over her as he kissed her again. She kissed him back, hard, and primal, needing to feel his tongue against hers, while his cock pounded her relentlessly.
He consumed her, body and soul.
She looked at him, loved the way he made her his, the way he owned her body, and used her for his pleasure. Experiencing a oneness she rarely felt, she hugged her arms tight around his body, like the bars of a prison from which he couldn't escape. When he kissed her again, his tongue sweeping against her lips before plunging into her mouth, she clung to him, her arms like a garland around his neck. He claimed her with his mouth, and lower down he owned her with every thrust.
It didn’t matter that he only wanted this and nothing more. She would take it. He would be the undoing of her, but right now, she didn't want anything else.
His eyes locked into hers as he thrust hard, evoking a gasp from her with each powerful stroke, and moving faster and faster until her heart beat so hard, she could hear the blood gushing in her eardrums.
And then it came; they reached the point of release at the same time. She cried out, arching off the bed, digging her nails into his skin because it was too much. Breathless, she felt herself shattering under him, shuddering and splintering into pieces as she came, watching his face contort. His body tensed, and then he jerked inside her, letting out a guttural groan.
