“What if I tug them like this? You like that?”
Yes, yes, yes! But she couldn’t speak, could only make needy sounds that managed to make Luke torture her more. Her blood swam heady and thick in her veins as the pressure in her body tripled.
Shifting his weight above her, Luke tasted languorously from her breasts as he nudged his cock against her slit. He teased her with little jabs of his hips until she thought she’d go crazy from the need to feel him sink deep inside her.
“Oh…oh…please,” she cried, clutching him to her, his skin so smooth and male under her palms. He was so strong. Hard, to her softness.
He drew back a moment. His nostrils flared and his chest expanded at each rapid breath. “Are we ready to come so soon, baby?” His voice was coarse with desire, his eyes half-mast and intently watching her.
Nodding jerkily, Peyton sucked in a breath that sounded like a sob. Luke’s usual mischievous smile morphed into a look of complete and utter hunger.
He didn’t wait for her to say more but lifted her by the hips and wrapped her legs around him. He rammed his cock into her cunt, balls deep, and her head rolled back on a sob of pleasure, her nails raking down his arms. “Like that?” he rasped thickly.
“Oh yes, yes.”
His growls came fierce and fast, punctuating each plunge of his cock. “Harder? Slower? How do you want it, Pey? Tell me. How do you want me to give it to you?”
“Hard! Hard and…fast. God, so deep and fast, please, Luke…”
With a rumbling male sound, he reached around her waist to grab her ass within his fingers. He tilted her pelvis up toward him and pounded into her with ramming force, her cries of ecstasy tearing into the night, joined by a groan of his own.
She came in a mass of sensation, screaming out his name before he drowned it out with his mouth. Her channel squeezed his length and she felt his cock jerk, mercilessly pulled with each of her powerful contractions. They shuddered in unison, moaning and groaning into each other’s mouths, then she sagged beneath him and he dropped his weight at her side, both of them panting to recover.
Reaching around her, Luke dragged her up against his body and whispered hotly in her ear, “I’ve never let myself come inside a woman before. You have no idea how good it feels. I can feel your heat around me, how you soak me up, milk me up—you’re fucking delicious, Peyton Lane.” He kissed her, sinuously grinding his wet cock against her sides, and when she felt him grow fully erect, he rolled her almost to her stomach and took her again.
Peyton reveled in his exquisite caresses, moaning in utter bliss every time Luke took her that night, ignoring the pang of guilt she felt in knowing that whatever they were sharing was destined to be flipped away into the back of their minds by Monday.
Tonight they were lovers, and yet in less than two days, they would become to each other a distant memory of a fling.
But she wasn’t going to think about that now.
He felt too good, too right, this weekend too special.
And she would glory in the time they had left.
Luke was on a fucking sex spree, and after the six-week sex drought he had been in, he couldn’t be more content. Frankly, sex had never been this good.
Sexy Miz Peyton Lane was rocking his world like he couldn’t remember it being rocked since he lost his virginity, and even then, his closet-pervert nanny hadn’t been even half as good.
He stared down at his iPhone this Saturday morning and read the new message that had just popped onto his screen.
Coast clear, your man is in the can, see you back home. DL
Hmm. Good deal. Luke clicked on the attachment, and brought up a news article detailing the capture of one Xavier Alibris, forty-two-year-old male asshole motherfucker, now charged with attempted manslaughter. Also, apparently, the dude already owed fifty years in prison for several previous drug trafficking convictions, and he’d been running from the law ever since. The woman Luke had been pounding was apparently the dude’s lover, even though the bastard also apparently had a wife. Fuck, after having a gourmet meal like Peyton, Luke felt nauseated just remembering that chick.
Shitheads. And he was talking about both himself and fucking dickhead Xavier.
Good thing was, the dude was done for.
Now Luke could leave whenever he wanted to. But his jet could stay parked at Cancún’s little airport for a whole year, as far as Luke was concerned. And his friends could wait as well.
“Who are you texting?” Peyton swam up to the edge of her private pool to where Luke was lazing around under the sun. She glistened with water like his very own mermaid, and he wanted to lick every last rivulet off her skin.
“Just my buddies.”
Her smile was bright and beautiful as she rested her elbows up on the ledge and propped her head in her hands. “Do you have a lot of buddies?”
“I party with a lot of people, but good buddies? Only a handful.”