Making the Cut (Saving Dallas 2)

I nodded my head and started to lean into him, but he gripped the back of my thighs, and slid me up the wall, throwing my legs over his shoulders. I gasped at the movement and reflexively grabbed his head that was now centered between my legs. “Luke,” was all I could manage to say as I curled my fingers into his hair. My heart felt like it would beat out of my chest and pleasure pulsated through me each time the fabric of my dress rubbed against my sensitive nipples, which were now hard and visible through the thin material. His hands moved to my waist, taking my dress with them. Once it was no longer blocking his access, his mouth found me and he began to kiss me through my panties, then expertly grabbed them between his teeth, and started to pull. His hands moved from my waist, down my ass, and to the back of my thighs, taking my panties with him. I let go of his head, assisting him with the removal of them by sliding them down one leg and then the other. As soon as my hands found his head once again, he moved closer, pushing my thighs further onto his shoulders and buried his face between them. I threw my head back against the wall and pushed my body closer to his mouth, allowing his tongue to drive further into me.

I looked down at him and my view was shielded by my dress that had fallen over his face. I felt his grip tighten as I let go of him and pulled my dress off, letting it fall to the floor. His eyes looked up at me while his tongue was buried deep inside me and the look he gave me pushed me completely over the edge. I came hard, screaming his name as his tongue moved in slow circles over my clit, milking my orgasm from me. My breath was ragged and I couldn’t help the moans that escaped my lips as the aftershocks of my orgasm pulsated through me. I was slouched against the wall, thankful for his arms supporting my weight. Suddenly my legs were off of his shoulders and around his waist. I wasn’t even sure how it happened. “I want you inside me,” I commanded breathlessly, my eyes on his lips that glistened in the lighted hall. I ran my tongue over them, tasting myself and the fire that was beginning to die was ignited inside me once again. Luke grunted as he claimed my mouth with his and carried me into the bedroom. I broke the kiss and loosened my arms from around him. He let me go and once I was on my feet, I began to walk backwards until I felt the backs of my thighs against the mattress of the bed. I loved how he watched me-possessed me-worshipped me, when I stood before him like this. I felt my cheeks heat at the look on his face as his eyes scanned me wearing nothing but my thin, lacy black bra.

“Tell me how you want it, Dallas,” he said walking towards me. He gave me a light push and I fell back on the bed, unintentionally opening my legs giving him a full view of my pussy that was wet from my latest orgasm and his very skilled mouth. “Fuck.” I heard him say under his breath, as his eyes found the wet folds between my legs and drank in the sight of them. He pulled his eyes away and found mine once again. I noted the dark, dominant look he got and my body tingled with excitement and anticipation. This was my, out-of-control-I’ll-fuck-your-brains-out Luke. “I want you to fuck me. Hard,” I said, a little more demanding than I had intended.

“You sure, babe?” My body froze as I registered that look of pity in his eyes.

“What are you doing, Luke?” I whispered, beginning to lose my momentum.

“Nothing, babe. Just making sure,” he said, softly.

“Luke…” I said, exasperated.

“I got you, beautiful. Don’t worry,” he said, winking at me and pulling his pants off in one swift movement. Crisis averted. He climbed on top of me, kissing his way up my stomach.

“Fuck me, Luke,” I said, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him to me.

“Shhh,” was the only response that I got from him.

“Don’t you shush me! Fuck me!” I all but screamed.

“Shut up, Dallas,” he said, his voice a little firmer this time, causing my excitement to grow. His mouth had found my nipple and his tongue was rubbing circles around it, driving me crazy. I liked this game. “I’ll say whatever I want and I am telling you to…”

Before I could finish he was off of me and had me flipped on my stomach. Grabbing my hips roughly, he pulled me back to him and entered me slowly. He was hard and soft. Fast and slow. Mean and sweet. And he was driving me fucking crazy. I just knew by the way he grabbed me that he was going to drive into me full force, but instead he took it slow, and as much as I hated to admit it, it felt divine. Feeling him inside me, I knew at that moment that Luke knew more about my body than I did. In no way, shape or form could I have handled it any harder than the way he was giving it to me. My face was buried in the mattress, my ass was in the air, and my hands were fisted in the comforter under me. Luke was sliding in and out of me in a steady rhythm, while his hand moved up and down my spine. All I could do was moan into the mattress.