Page 64 of Off The Rush
“Amazing,” he says, rewarding me by slipping his hand into my pants and pressing a finger against my clit. The sudden contact has me whimpering, my legs parting slightly to give him better access. As he starts to rub slow, deliberate circles, I know that focusing on anything other than Luka and the pleasure he’s giving me is going to be nearly impossible.
Luka flips us over and gently lays me down on the couch, his muscular form hovering above me. Our lips meet in a passionate kiss as he continues to finger me, his movements both skilled and teasing. My hips instinctively rock against his hand, seeking more of the delicious sensation he’s giving me.
“Emma,” Luka murmurs against my lips, his gray eyes burning with intensity. “You’re so beautiful.”
His words send a shiver down my spine and heat pooling between my legs. God, he’s so hot. His broad shoulders, strong arms, and chiseled jawline are every bit the definition of masculine perfection. The way his blond hair falls effortlessly across his forehead only adds to his allure.
“Let’s get these off,” Luka says, tugging at the waistband of my pants. I raise my hips to help him slide them down, feeling incredibly exposed but also excited for what’s to come. Soon enough, I’m left wearing nothing but my panties, which he quickly disposes of as well.
With a sultry grin, Luka lowers himself between my legs, his warm breath fanning across my sensitive folds. “Ready?” he asks, locking eyes with me.
“God, yes,” I whisper, barely able to contain my anticipation.
Luka doesn’t hesitate. He begins by planting soft, teasing kisses along my inner thighs, causing goosebumps to erupt all over my skin. Then, he slowly drags his tongue up my slit, providing just the right amount of pressure against my clit. It feels incredible, and I can’t help but moan at the sensation.
“Like that?” he asks, his voice laced with satisfaction.
“More,” I gasp out, desperate for the pleasure to continue.
Luka obliges, alternating between swirling his tongue around my clit and dipping it inside me. Each new movement sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body, and I’m utterly lost in the sensation. My hands grip onto the couch cushions, fingers digging into the fabric as I try to ground myself.
Waves of pleasure from Luka’s skilled tongue continue to build. His intense gray eyes are locked onto mine, filled with a mix of desire and genuine care, as if he’s completely devoted to my pleasure in this moment. His blond hair falls messily over his forehead, begging me to run my fingers through it.
“Luka…oh, God!” I moan, my voice barely audible above the sounds of the hockey game playing in the background. My body feels like it’s on fire, every nerve ending alive and hungry for more.
“Are you close?” he asks, his voice thick with lust. He doesn’t stop his ministrations, his tongue swirling around my clit while his fingers delve deep inside me.
“Y-yes,” I stammer, my breath hitching at the intensity of his touch. “So close.”
“Let go, Emma,” he murmurs against my sensitive flesh. “I’ve got you.”
And with that, the dam breaks. A powerful orgasm washes over me, leaving me quivering and gasping for breath. As the aftershocks subside, I know I want to return the favor.
“Your turn,” I whisper, pushing myself up to hover over Luka on the couch. He smiles at me, anticipation clear in his eyes.
“Really?” he asks, feigning innocence.
“Definitely,” I reply with a teasing grin. Slowly, I slide down his body, pressing kisses along his chest and abdomen until I reach the waistband of his pants. I waste no time in freeing him from his constraints, revealing his impressive length.
The boy is huge.
My lips wrap around him, taking him in as far as I can manage. I hear Luka groan in approval, his hands coming to rest gently on the back of my head.
“Emma…that feels amazing,” he rasps, his voice strained with pleasure. I take him in deeper, swirling my tongue around the tip before working my way back down his shaft. His fingers tighten in my hair as I continue to pleasure him, his breathing growing more ragged with each passing moment.
“Emma…I’m close,” Luka warns me, but I don’t slow down. Instead, I increase the pace, eager to bring him the same level of pleasure that he gave me. With a final groan, he reaches his climax, his body trembling beneath me as I swallow him.
As we both come down from our respective highs, I crawl back up to lay beside Luka on the couch. Our lips meet in a tender and passionate kiss, the taste of each other still lingering on our tongues.
“Wow,” Luka breathes, pulling me closer to him. “That was incredible.”
“Thank you,” I whisper, feeling a sense of connection and intimacy that goes beyond just the physical act we shared.
“Anytime,” he replies with a grin. He throws a blanket over us and we snuggle together, our bodies entwined, as Luka returns his attention to the hockey game playing on the TV. He begins to describe the game in a gentle, soothing voice, and I find myself simply listening. I want to be close to this incredible man who has captured my heart.
Chapter 28
I just finished a rehearsal for the Spring Showcase but I’m not done singing for the day.
