tongue and hands on me while avoiding the places I really wanted them was a form of torture.
This went on a long time.
I squirmed.
I writhed.
I moaned.
And Luke watched and told me all of the things he was going to do to me.
Now he was sitting—ass to his calves between my legs, my thighs draped over his spread wide, and he was stroking his dick.
It was my turn to watch and I was getting distracted. My eyes were riveted, taking in his long, hard tugs. The way his stomach muscles tightened when his hand slid to the root. The bead of pre-come leaking from the head, the way he swiped the moisture away with his thumb. The sight before me was so incredible I could no longer concentrate on what I was supposed to be doing.
“Keep at your clit,” he told me. I rolled my thumb harder and my hips jerked. “Fuck yeah, ride your fingers, baby, let me see you fuck yourself.”
I did what I was told with my gaze glued on his hand stroking his cock. Like Luke had told me to do I was imagining what it would feel like with his thick cock inside of me. How good it would feel to be stretched. How hard and deep he was going to fuck me.
Luke shifted his hips, his right hand went to my thigh, and his fingertips grazed along the juncture of my leg, right where my panties would be if I’d been wearing some. Throughout this, he didn’t stop stroking.
“I’m gonna fuck you just like this, Shiloh, back on my knees so I can watch my dick dip into your pussy and watch it come out wet.”
I moaned.
Luke grunted.
“Whatever you want, honey,” I panted.
“Right now, I wanna hear you make yourself come. Right now I wanna watch you play with my pussy. Because I’m claiming it.”
I was so close to giving him what he wanted, but just like last time, I needed more.
“I need you to touch me.”
Luke shifted again, this time lowering his hand until the head of his dick was brushing the back of my hand between my legs.
“Oh, God.”
My legs were trembling and I was closer.
“You like feeling my dick while I’m stroking it?”
“Yes,” I hissed.
“You like knowing I’m gonna blow all over your belly?”
Holy shit.
I could take no more, I was so damn close, my orgasm right there. Right. There. Just out of reach. I needed it so bad. So damn bad my hips were thrusting up reaching for it.
“Please,” I groaned. “I need—”
I didn’t finish because suddenly Luke curved forward and dropped his mouth on my nipple and his tongue was swirling.
God, yes. That was what I needed.
Then his lips tightened and I felt his teeth scrape the sensitive bud. I felt his hand working his dick, the tip bumping my hand and I was gone.
Gone.
Washed away in complete bliss. My back arched and my pussy spasmed around my fingers.
“You want my come?” he growled and I shivered.
“Yes, I want your come. Now, Luke. I want it now.”
“Fuck, baby, fuck,” he groaned.
Then I felt a splash of warmth on my belly. He jerked back to his knees. My eyes opened and I watched as he finished himself off. Ropes of come shot onto my stomach and chest. With each one he grunted and with each one, I felt twinges of my climax persist.
When he was finished he dropped down and kissed me.
It was safe to say, I now understood what it meant to be kissed by Luke. It was fantastic. Deep and wet and commanding. By the time he ended the kiss my legs were wrapped around his hips and I was mewing.
I was ready to get up and drive to the store and buy condoms. Hell, I’d run there naked if I had to.
“Shower,” he muttered.
“More,” I returned.
His face dropped to my neck and he kissed me there.
God, I loved his mouth on me. Loved his hands, his body, his tongue. I just plain loved the feel of him.
“I see I’ve created a monster.”
“Are you really complaining I wanna suck you off?”
“You didn’t mention that part.” I felt him smile against my throat. “You should’ve led with that.”
“Alright, honey, how about this? After watching you stroke your dick, feeling it on my hand, I wanna feel it in my mouth. Does that work for you?”
“Only if you sit on my face while you’re doing it.”
“You’re gonna give me more?”
This was surprising. A welcomed surprise, but I figured it would take