Don't Tell (Don't 1)

My hands tangled in his hair. He stopped again and I felt the tip of his cock pull out before he reared back and slammed into me.

“Fuck, Alexa,” he growled.

“Oh, God.” It was building. We were throwing gasoline on a fire. A fire that wasn’t going to be satisfied tonight, or any other night.

He kicked a door open. I half-opened an eye to see that we were in the game room. It was one of the rooms my designer insisted I needed as a celebrity. I never came in here. It was a complete waste of money.

“What’s in here?” he asked.

“Game stuff,” I answered roughly. “It’s a play room for fun.”

His eyebrow waggled. Ok, maybe it was a complete waste of money to a girl. Luke liked the idea.

He peered into the darkness until he spotted what he was looking for.

I followed his stare as he carried me toward the custom made pool table with my logo embellished in the center. Every one of the balls had L W stamped on them.

“I like your table.” I shivered when his teeth grazed over my shoulder.

I could barely speak. I had no idea what he was planning.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

“I’m going to love fucking you on it too.”

I sighed. I was aching for my release. For the orgasm that would rip through me with electric force and current. Every time he whispered in my ear, I wanted it more. I wanted to know where he could take me. What new plane my body would reach when Luke pushed me to test my sexual limits.

He never hesitated. And when I was with him I didn’t either.

My bottom hit the wooden border and he stepped back with a grin.

“Go on, baby.”

I looked in his eyes before I turned and crawled to the center of the table. I looked down at the swirly L and W. I was almost dripping with arousal for him. He’d fucked me through most of the house and now we were getting ready to blow the lid off the roof.

The table creaked as he climbed on behind me.

“So fucking hot.” He cupped my breast, raking his fingers over my sides and over the roundness of my bottom. “The sweetest pussy ever. You know that?”

I whimpered with want. He wasn’t touching me anywhere and I felt as if half of me were missing. I needed to feel him. I loved his body. His hands. His mouth.

“I flew here tonight because I missed this.” I felt his lips land on my lower back. “I’ve never missed anyone, Alexa.”

I dared to look over my shoulder. I couldn’t help it. I needed a connection with him.

“I missed you too,” I whispered.

His hands coasted down my thighs, prying my legs farther apart. It was almost here. The release. The spiral of bliss. The heat of his body burning inside of mine. My nipples perked and pebbled. My core twitched. My clit thrummed with pain.

My eyes locked on his as he nudged the head of his cock between my wet folds.

“What have you done to me?” he growled.

“The same thing you’ve done to me,” I answered.

Whatever it was between us, it was the same. I couldn’t think without him. I couldn’t breathe until he was in my space again, and my body sure wasn’t alive unless he was touching me.

“Who do you belong to?” His strong hands adhered to the contour of my waist, dragging my ass backward.