Sordid (Sordid 1)

When Luka pulled my jeans off my hips, my lower body thudded on the table and made the plate closest to the phone bang.

“You okay?” My dad sounded concerned.

“Fine,” I said, hurried. “I dropped something.”

Cool air wafted over my exposed skin. Since he’d gotten the clothes past my knees, it was easy for him to take them the rest of the way off, even as I twisted and tried to make it difficult. He tossed the jeans and underwear across the room where the microphone was less likely to pick up on it. Then, his gaze started at my ankles and slithered upward, lingering at my knees I’d pinched tight together. There was no doubt what he was thinking about. Oh, shit . . .

I was shaky with trepidation, and maybe a miniscule amount of excitement. Luka was bad, and the worst part of me hoped he was going to make me be bad along with him. Naughty, slutty, and wrong. I teetered at the edge, wanting him to push me over.

“Were there any boys at this party?” my mom teased, probing.

My heart was beating in my throat as Luka’s hand appeared in front of my face and his middle finger pressed against his thumb, only to move abruptly and produce a soft snap. I dragged air in through my nose, taking a deep breath as I parted my trembling legs. His face was evil and triumphant.

“Yes,” I said on a low voice. I wasn’t sure who I was speaking to.

“Yeah?” My mom couldn’t keep her interest even from the one word. “Tell us about him. What’s his major?”

Warm palms smoothed up my thighs, all the way to my center, and Luka’s thumb grazed my clit. It was a jolt so powerful I bit my tongue and choked back my moan.

“He’s, uh, older.” Could they hear my frantic energy? “He graduated last year.”

I placed my hands on my forehead as he bent at the waist and licked all the way from my entrance to my clit. Holding in the sigh of pleasure was nearly impossible and I was sure I was going to burst. My legs shook desperately. He repeated the action, and this time he stayed at the end, fluttering his sinful tongue which made heat dance along my body like fireworks.

“He’s older?” There was surely a frown on my dad’s face to go along with his question.

Luka’s mouth was insane and swirled bliss all through me.

“Yes,” I moaned, then tried to steel my voice. Did they have a clue what their good little girl was doing right at this very moment? “I know him,” I said, trying to soothe away the concern. “He was . . . the TA of my calculus class my sophomore year.”

My mom sounded happy for me. “Oh, you mean Luka?”

Chapter

Seventeen

I froze, and Luka’s head snapped up, his gaze finding mine. Oh, shit! I’d forgotten how I’d mentioned him, and the realization hit me rapid-fire. I’d told my mother about my plan to buy him coffee, and how I’d chickened out. She knew all about my stupid crush on him.

My face burned hotter than the surface of the sun. “Um . . .”

His smile was different this time. Still amazing, but he looked as if he’d conquered me. Which was exactly how I felt.

“Wasn’t that his name?” she continued. “The boy you were head over heels for?”

Mom! “I wasn’t!”

Luka buried his lips into the side of my leg, planting kisses and silencing a laugh. I was doubly annoyed with my mom, not just at how she’d unknowingly embarrassed me, but how I’d been denied the sound of his laughter. It was such a rare occurrence.

“Okay, Addie,” she said. “Whatever you say. Are you going to see him again?”

Luka’s indecent kiss had rendered me honest. I threaded my hand through his hair and locked my gaze with his intense one. “Yes.” Oh, yes. I had a feeling I’d be seeing a lot more of him in another minute. “Hey, I gotta run. Tell Jonathon congrats for me.”

Luka looked disappointed as we said our goodbyes, but the second I disconnected the call, his hands began to work his belt. “Head over heels?”

“I didn’t even know you.”

Did I now?

It was awkward being half naked on the dinner table while he stood beside me, but then his pants were sliding down his thighs and his hard dick was nudging between my legs, readying to make good on his earlier promise.

He pushed inside, giving me just an inch. “You don’t have to know me to want this. Which you do, don’t you?”

The fit of him inside my tight body was still a lot to handle, and it hurt. Yet it felt good. A beautiful pain. The stretch was achy, but it shifted into a new sensation as he pushed deeper inside, sealing the connection between us closed.