Our eyes never leave the other.
I take him all the way in.
Slow.
Deep.
I swirl my tongue over him.
He grips my hair. Even though I said no touching, I let him. I love it when Luke takes hold of my hair.
I slide him out and run my tongue over his tip, making sure to flick the underside of the tip.
He groans.
I lick the entire length of the underside of his cock and make my way to his balls. While I massage his dick with my hand, I suck his balls into my mouth.
His grip on my hair tightens.
I suck and swirl my tongue, taking his balls in and out of my mouth while increasing my pressure on his cock.
“Fuck.” He hisses again and it goes straight to my veins. His pleasure is my ecstasy.
Letting his balls go, I lick along his length and then blow on it before taking him all the way into my throat. I repeat this over and over—lick, blow, suck—until I’ve worked him up to such a state that he lets go of my hair, reaches his hands under my arms and lifts me over his shoulder. He stalks to his bed and dumps me in the middle of it.
Before I can even blink, he kneels on the bed, grips my hips and roughly pulls me to him so my legs are upright, resting on his shoulders.
He takes hold of his cock and runs it through my wetness. His eyes lock onto mine. “This will be fast,” he growls.
I spread my arms across the bed and take hold of the sheet as he thrusts inside.
My back arches up off the bed.
He grabs my thighs and pumps in and out of me.
I close my eyes, but Luke tightens his hold on my legs and orders, “I need your eyes.” I’m slow to open them, and he thrusts harder and deeper as he rasps, “Eyes, Callie.”
I blink them open and his gaze penetrates mine. There’s a ferocious energy to Luke. He’s thrusting and grunting like a man possessed. It’s hot as hell and I lift my ass to take him deeper.
“Fuck!” he roars as he comes.
His fingers dig into my thighs and his eyes close as his muscles tense through his orgasm.
I squeeze my eyes shut while my release rushes through me, too. My toes curl and my pussy pulses around him.
It takes us a little while to recover. I’m spent and my eyes are still closed when he pulls out of me and moves off the bed after lowering my legs to the mattress. I try to pull myself from my fog, but I’m well and truly fucked and too exhausted to move. It’s not until Luke comes back to the bed that I manage to squint an eye open.
He repositions me on the bed so my head is on the pillow. Lying next to me, he says, “Let the record show that I fucking love your A-game.”
I open both eyes and roll onto my side to face him. He’s on his back and lifts his arm so I can snuggle against his shoulder. “That was some good sex, dude. I’m not sure my legs will be able to walk again today.”
“You don’t have to go home.”
The sound of the front door closing interrupts us, and a second later, a text message hits both our phones.
Paris: I’m home. Just letting you know in case you’re banging. I’ve got Sean now so as you were.