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Alexa
The water cascaded on my shoulders. Luke lathered the green tea body wash on my back. I leaned into him, feeling the warmth of his skin and the slickness of the water between us. His hands coasted up to my nipples, pinching and twisting them with dabs of bubbles.
“Feels good,” I moaned. I hope he hadn’t set a timer. We were already way past his ten-minute curfew.
I knew he couldn’t stay. And his intentions were good. He was trying to spare me the fall out I didn’t want before we had a winning plan in place. For that I loved him. My eyes sparked and my belly flipped. Was I thinking this was love? Was it?
Had I actually fallen in love with Luke Canton? The edge of him was sharper than any blade I had been near. The man had sliced under my skin, freeing me. Yet, I wanted more. I knew that. He knew it. We had risked everything to be together. Did that define love? Was he in love with me too? My consuming crush had re-ordered everything in my life. Nothing could stop me from needing the rush he gave me. Needing the place he created where I could soar. He was my love song.
I didn’t care if the song was blurry or rough. That it wasn’t like everyone else’s song. This was the one we wrote together.
I spun to face him.
“What?” he asked.
“I-I was just thinking.” I wanted to tell him. To confess how he had inexplicably changed my life.
New lyrics popped in my head. The words that would tell the world he was mine. I thought about jumping out of the shower and jotting them down in my journal, but Luke leaned down to kiss me. The song could wait.
“I’ve got to get going.” He reached around me to turn off the water.
“Wait.”
I stopped him.
I eyed him as I sank to my knees. The water soaked my hair and slid down my back. The steam billowed around me. We both liked our showers hot.
His stare became hungry and dark. I was nose-level to his rod of a shaft. I’d dreamed about this moment. Fantasized about giving him this kind of satisfaction. How he would look at me when I took him in my mouth. How he would sound. How his body would react to my control. I was going to give him the best blow job of his life. At least I was going to try to.
His hand reached for the back of my head. My lips parted. He let me take a second to taste the tip of saltiness, swirling it in my mouth. But it was only a second before his need for me, took over. He thrust between my lips with sudden intensity and I sucked hard against his cock, tilting my head to take him all in at once.
In and out, his silky skin slid creating delicious friction. My hands pressed and tugged at his balls, forcing him to growl and hiss. He jerked violently forward and I smiled. His hips rocked with forceful rhythm.
“Fuck, Alexa. Fuck.”
His fingers laced through my hair, pressing himself deep in my throat when I felt him clench and convulse in my mouth. I tried not to gag as the cum filled my throat and made its way to my stomach. I sucked again.
He pulled out as his back slammed against the wall.
“Oh shit. Shit.” He huffed, trying to catch his breath.
I licked my lips. “Was that ok?”
“I’m not staying any longer.” He eyed me seriously.
I pressed my cheek to his chest. I could hear his heart firing rapidly.
“I know. I just wanted you to have something to remember.”
He laughed. “Yeah, I think I’ll fucking remember.”
Helena sat next to me on the fluffy hotel bed. We had ordered an entire tray of room service desserts. We were both exhausted from our shopping excursion. Half of the silver trays had been picked through.
As promised, we had posted pictures and videos as we made our way through DC. I posed with fans and signed a few autographs. I’d managed to find a few things I thought Luke would like too. Helena bought them for me, explaining to the cashiers that her brothers loved sunglasses and vintage T-shirts.
My boots rested in the corner of the closet. I didn’t think I would ever look at them the same way again after I had seen them bounce over Luke’s bulging shoulders. I hadn’t decided, but his shoulders might be my favorite part of his body. They were strong and wide. I loved running my fingers over them, feeling the contact of his rigid muscles underneath my touch. I sighed.