Don't Tell (Don't 1)

His fingers strummed over my clit and my eyes rolled back as my lashes fluttered closed. I tried to force down the sudden fire burning in my core.

“I fucking hate to admit it.” He gnashed his teeth. “I have to do what they want until I’m off probation with management. Good guy image all the way for now.”

It was hard to think while he made my body want everything physical and erotic. He held me in a haze so that I only cared about raging screams and toe-curling orgasms that were gifted by his one-of-a-kind cock. I realized how alike we were. I had the image he needed. And he had the attitude I wanted. He had lived free and wild. He didn’t care what people thought. I wanted that so badly.

I tried to breathe slowly, letting his fingers work my clit with perfect precision while my last remnants of sanity held on.

“I get it,” I whispered. “I get it, Luke.” I sighed this time with a mixture of understanding and desire. I did understand him.

“Good,” he whispered. “I want you to get it. I want you to get everything I can give you right now, baby.”

I was falling. Falling into his hands. Forgetting that I tried to walk out. Forgetting that two minutes ago I was livid and ready to punch him. All my body knew was that Luke Canton delivered on his promises.

“I think we should fuck until you feel better about everything,” he growled in my ear, pushing a thick finger inside me.

I nodded my head vigorously. Exactly. That’s exactly what we needed to do.

Somehow I had lifted my hips and my jeans were in a pile on the floor. Luke’s eyes were hungry.

“I know how to make you feel better.”

I wasn’t prepared when he spun me around, laying me over the back of the couch so my ass was in the air. His hand squeezed and massaged while the other peeled the lace to my knees. I was at his complete mercy. I obeyed as he quickly removed the tank top over my arms and head. He unsnapped my bra and I raised my hands to free my chest.

The leather felt cool and soft against my skin. I rubbed my breasts up and down and my nipples perked under the friction. My body responded to Luke’s commands as if I knew they were coming. As if I were desperately waiting for him to give me the next direction.

He pumped two wide fingers inside me and I whimpered. “Oh, God.”

I rode him like that, letting him pry my entrance while I bounced and coated his fingers with fresh juices.

“Fuck, Alexa.” He pulled the back of my hair, biting my ear with a quick snap of his teeth. His fingers slammed inside me and I moaned with pleasure.

“Feels good,” I whispered.

“Does it?” His voice in my ear sent shivers straight to my core.

“Yes.”

“Watching you fuck my fingers like this is hot.” He kissed my neck and my shoulder. I felt the hot rigid point of his tongue descend along my spine.

And then I bucked when I felt it curve over my ass. I froze. But Luke was quick. And within a heartbeat he was planted on the floor, his hands pushing upward between my legs and his mouth clamped tight over my clit.

“Oh, God.” My head hung back as he sucked and licked. I rode his face as shamelessly as I did his fingers.

His teeth grazed my clit and I clawed at the couch for stability. My knees wobbled and my breath was ragged. Holy hell I was going to come in Luke’s living room, all over his face.

He growled with satisfaction as my hips jutted harder. I needed it. I couldn’t stop now even if I wanted to save the last bit of dignity I had. I rode and rocked. His tongue plunged inside my entrance, twisting and swirling.

“Oh shit, Luke. Oh God.”

“Come for me, baby. Come hard.”

The light shone through the wooden blinds. The only sound was me gasping for air as Luke coaxed the deep orgasm from my core with his tongue.

My nipples rubbed over the leather and I lost it. The orgasm cascaded from inside me, spilling through my limbs and pouring from my voice like a song.

Luke sucked and stroked until I panted for relief. “Please,” I begged.

I didn’t think I would survive another explosive orgasm. But he was relentless chasing his fingers with this tongue in and out of my entrance. The second one tore through me more viciously than the first.