Page 41 of King's Barber
“Then what are you waiting for?” I murmured. “Take me over to the window and fuck me. It’s reinforced glass.”
“You don’t need to say it twice.” He spun me and grabbed me around the waist, heaving me up. I gasped, surprised he was able to hold my weight while he was injured, but that didn’t seem to limit him in doing what he wanted. He carried me toward the glass walls and slammed me against one of them.
I sucked in a breath at the cool touch against my back and shoulders, a contrast to how Luke made me feel. The warmth and cold ignited a moment of bliss, my cock hard as a bat. I didn’t have time to worry about Luke’s concussion and injury, not when he was throwing me around like a man on a mission.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he whispered, kissing down my neck and biting at my skin where my jugular beat a rapid, hammering rhythm. He licked up the length of my necklace and caught it between his teeth, yanking it before dropping it again. “I’m going to destroy you tonight. Make you mine.”
I didn’t have the will to deny him what he wanted, and if he needed me to be his, I’d do it just to get his cock inside me. Goose bumps prickled at my flesh and desire exploded in my stomach. This was it, I was finally going to get my fantasy of fucking against the glass wall of my bedroom, and I didn’t even care who would see.
Luke dropped me to my feet, and I pouted at him, but he grinned and winked. He spun on his heel, walking straight over to the light switch and turning it off, leaving us in darkness. The only light came from the moon, the glow casting dancing shadows through the glass walls. I turned to stare out at the backyard and smiled when arms wrapped around me, his thumbs dipping into the waistband of my underwear. He pulled them down and I let him, baring myself to whoever was watching from the comfort of their perfect mansions.
The touch of his fingertips sliding down my spine made me shudder, and I bit my lip as they went lower until they slipped between my asscheeks, touching my hole.
“You got lube?” he whispered.
“Depends, how safe are you?” I glanced over my shoulder. “I’m on PrEP, but I usually like to go condomless. If you’ve got infections—”
“I don’t,” Luke said sharply. “I got the results on my phone if you want them. It’s downstairs.”
I didn’t. I’d been there when he’d gotten those results, and curiosity killed the cat in every sense. When I had Franco hack those files to find out how safe Luke was, Franco had questioned why. My answer was simple: for my assignment. It wasn’t a lie, I supposed, but at the time I’d had no plans on sleeping with him, or I thought I didn’t.
“I trust you,” I murmured, spreading my legs. “The lube’s over in the drawer near the right side of the bed.”
He moved and I watched his backside with interest. His ass belonged to a god, and I wanted a chance at it, too, but right now I needed him inside me. Once he’d found the lube he came back with a smirk on his lips, his cock bouncing as he moved. Even with a bruised face he was handsome, in the brutal way I liked. I wanted a man who could fight, while being dangerous. His tattoos glowed under the moonlight, the black ink looking more vibrant under the bluish tint, and both his nipple and nose ring sparkled. Luke Booth was perfect in ways that shouldn’t have been possible.
He wiggled the lube bottle at me. “Let’s get down to business.”
I rolled my eyes and went to turn, but he grabbed my wrist, twisting me back toward the glass. He slammed my hand against the window then did the same with the other.
“Keep them there, humbug. Don’t move them.” His voice went deeper and a flash of need spread through me, fast and scalding.
I licked desperately at my dry lips and stared out at KC’s garage. My knees shook and I expected them to give out from under me because of the excitement of my fantasies coming to life.
He touched my asshole again, this time with a wetness to his fingers that had me hissing. The coldness had been a shock, but he didn’t waste any time. Luke was impatient when it came to fucking. He wanted in and he wanted to come, and I didn’t blame him. I wasn’t going to last long at this rate.
Luke shoved his fingers inside me, and I gasped in both surprise at the sudden intrusion and the pain that echoed through my body. Fingers were nothing, but it’d been a while since I’d had a man, let alone used my dildo on myself. I’d been too busy for that. Yet the stretch felt nice, and I spread my legs wider.
“Don’t move your hands,” Luke warned from behind me, shoving another two fingers into my hole.
I groaned, resting my hot forehead against the cool bulletproof glass. “It feels so good.”
“Yeah? Want my cock.” He pressed his chest against me and laid kisses over the back of my neck and shoulders. “You’re so gorgeous. I don’t know what I want to do first. Eat you out or fuck you.”
“Fuck me.” I glanced over my shoulder at him, my knees shaking. “Come on. Fuck me.”
He chuckled and dropped the lube, the lid popping open and smearing the liquid on the floor. I was too far gone to care, and when he seized my shoulder and spun me around, pressing my back and ass to the glass, I grinned at him in challenge.
He smirked and had his hands on my hips, lifting me again. I curled my legs around his waist, the tip of his cock nudging between my asscheeks—not near enough to my hole. The position was awkward, but he was able to hold me up as he reached around us to line up his cock with my hole, and then he was pushing inside.
My mouth parted in pleasure, need punching me hard in the gut. He stretched me apart with the wide width of his cock, spreading me like no one had before. I’d had longer cocks but no one with Luke’s thickness and the lust hit me like a bullet to the head. My body exploded in sparks of desire, a firework of sensations that had me gripping at his shoulders harder.
I gasped, moaned, and pivoted my hips down onto his cock, sinking my hole onto him completely.
He groaned, burying his face into my neck. “Fuck. You’re tight.”
“Shut up,” I hissed, the want swallowing me whole. “Just move.” I shifted my hips, trying to make him push into me even more, which wasn’t possible. Instead I tweaked at the nipple with the ring, and he cursed in pleasure.
He grabbed my hips, finding a good position, which pushed my back against the glass even harder, and then he moved. His pace was slow at first before he wasted no more time and fucked into me roughly. I never expected a guy to make this work, but it was finally happening, and he handled me like it was no exertion at all. His fingernails bit into my skin, and between the way his cock spread me and the pain of where he gripped me, I was flying high.
