care if I fall through a black hole. I just want it. So bad. I need it…
As my moans pitch higher, Luka starts groaning along with me, his fingers thrusting harder and deeper. At the animal sounds of his pleasure, I lose it. An orgasm crashes over me. I instinctively pull back as my clit goes tender and the sensation becomes too much, but Luka hangs on, licking me until I tumble into a second release that bursts through me like a firework.
Panting, nearly out of my mind, I scoot up the bed and look down at him. He’s kneeling now, wearing a very self-satisfied grin. “Had enough?” he asks.
“Never.”
Putting my hand on his chest, I shove him onto his back. As I crawl over him and start unbuttoning his shirt, Luka groans and slips out of his pants and briefs. I throw his shirt across the room and then make my way down his body, taking the fat head of his cock into my mouth and sucking it down my throat. His fingers fist in my hair and I bob my head back and forth along his rock-hard length, filling my mouth with all of him.
“Mmm,” I moan.
“Fuck, Brooklyn.”
The lust in his voice excites the hell out of me. I hold the base of his cock in one hand and his balls in the other, sucking him off until he’s thick and swollen and I can taste the pre-cum against my tongue. His balls go tight and I know he’s getting close.
“I want you to fuck me,” I tell him, pulling back.
He lifts me off the bed and onto the floor, spinning me toward the mattress, then guides my face down onto the blankets. My ass juts back at him, legs spread wide. Without warning he grips my hips and drives right into me, making me cry out at the immediate fullness. This is what I’ve been waiting for, and I can’t get enough. Luka pounds into me, pushing me toward another release with every stroke and glide. It’s heady and potent and I can’t get to it fast enough.
He pulls out all the way, then slams back in. The friction sends me over the edge. I clamp around him hard as I climax, pushing him over the edge, too. He grips my hair and pulls my head back as he comes inside me, groaning softly as he shudders his release.
Later, we’re in bed eating a snack that Luka had room service bring up to us. I got my strawberries after all, and I’m eating them with my head on his chest. His arm is wrapped gently around me and I swear, I could just about fall asleep like this.
“This is what we should be doing, Brooklyn. Fucking. Not fighting.”
“I agree.” I push the tray away and close my eyes. “No more fighting, okay?”
“Just fucking,” Luka says, dropping a kiss on the top of my head. “And this.”
I smile. “And this.”
Brooklyn
Chapter 15
I’m ready to make my peace with Monica.
It’s a sobering and surprising thought to have as I wake up early the next morning in Luka’s arms, my body deliciously achy with a sex hangover from last night. Yet I feel good about this decision. Whether Monica reciprocates or not, extending the olive branch to her is something I need to do before Luka and I can move forward. I know I’ll feel better in the long run. After all, Luka has been completely honest with me about his non-relationship with her, and I want to be able to put my jealousy behind me once and for all.
Climbing on top of Luka, I whisper in his ear, “Are you awake?”
“That depends,” he says, eyes still closed, his voice husky. “On what you have in mind.”
“I was thinking…” I drop a slow kiss on his lips, his jaw, his neck. “We should hit up the breakfast buffet. I’m sure they don’t call it the Bacchanal for nothing.”
“If there’s an actual bacchanal going on down there, I’m not letting you anywhere near that buffet. You’re all mine.”
He pushes me off him, rolling me over onto my back. I let out a squeal as he attacks me with kisses. “But I’m starving! I spent all night doing bedroom aerobics!” I insist. “Don’t you think I’ve earned a meal?”
“That you have,” he says. “So let’s shower up real quick and get down there.”
Both of us are ready to go in twenty minutes, which has to be an all-time speed record.
I slip into a