“I think so,” I said, putting the cigarette to my lips and taking another drag. This time, I inhaled and coughed as the smoke filled my lungs. “Damn, that burns,” I muttered through the smoke that poured from my nostrils and mouth.
“You’ll get used to it. But remember, you didn’t get it from me.” Punkin scurried off in the opposite direction, as I felt the presence of someone behind me.
“You know, those things are pretty addictive.” I turned to see Luke smirking behind me. “Do you mind?” he asked, taking the cigarette from my fingers. I followed his movement, as he brought the cigarette to his own lips and took a deep drag, inhaled, then blew the smoke over the top of my head.
“You smoke?” I asked, obviously knowing the answer.
“I did,” he said shortly, throwing the cigarette on the floor, and putting it out with the heel of his boot. “I have a promise to keep.” Thoughts of cigarettes fled my mind as I felt butterflies form in my stomach. I looked up into Luke’s face, still bruised from the beating he had taken to protect his cut.
“Come to bed with me?” I turned on my heel, grabbing his hand and pulling him behind me. I heard his low chuckle, as he allowed me to lead him out of the double doors of the clubhouse. As soon as the cold air blasted us, I was jerked back and pushed up against the outside wall of the building. I could feel the steady bass of the music reverberating through the walls, and vibrating against my back as Luke grabbed my face in his hands and closed his mouth over mine. I opened to him and he began kissing me deep, his tongue working mine over and over, as his hands found the hem of my shirt and pushed it up over my breasts, taking my bra with it. He released my mouth, only to dip his head down to my nipple, which had already hardened from the cool air. I threw my head back against the building as my hands found his head, pushing his face deeper into my chest. The feel of his mouth on my nipple, his teeth nibbling, then his tongue sweeping over it to soothe the pain, had me forgetting everything but him.
“I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me right here, Luke,” I demanded, gasping as he sucked my nipple deeper into his mouth. He released my breast, reaching his hand down to massage it, as he moved his attention to the other one.
“Oh, baby. I’m gonna fuck you. I’m gonna fuck you so hard that everyone inside will hear you scream.” The thought of people hearing me, knowing what we were doing, had my heart racing. I wanted people to know. Just the idea of having an audience caused the dampness between my legs to spread. Luke lifted his lips to mine, leaving my breasts exposed, the cold air hitting them and making my nipples so hard, the feeling was almost painful. He trailed kisses down my jaw as his fingers worked my jeans, unzipping them and pushing them, along with my panties, roughly down my legs and to my ankles.
“Fuck.” I heard Luke grumble, as he unzipped my boot and removed it from my foot, throwing it over his shoulder and pulling my right leg free of my jeans. I unbuckled his belt, unconsciously running my tongue over my bottom lip at the feel of the thick leather in my hand. “That belt is gonna be on your ass very soon. You have been wanting it for too fucking long.” I gasped, as he moved my hands and pulled the belt from its loops in one swift motion. Fuck, that was hot. Luke’s jeans were opened and pushed down just enough to release that long, thick cock I loved so much. I whimpered with need at the sight of it. “Don’t worry, babe. I’m fixing to give you all you can handle and then some.” Luke grabbed my hips and lifted me, my legs going instinctively around his waist. My jeans and underwear hung from my left ankle as he pressed me against the wall and rubbed the head of his cock against my hot, wet flesh.
“Oh, fuck, Luke,” I breathed; I looked down and watched, as he circled my clit with the head.
“Tell me you want my cock, baby,” he whispered, his breathing was calm, but there was no mistaking the need in his eyes.
“I want your cock, Luke. I want you to fuck me.” I gasped, feeling the build of an orgasm, as he continued to circle my clit.
“Louder.” I looked up at him, not sure what he expected of me. Did he want me to shout it? Beg for it? He pulled away from me slightly, leaving my clit throbbing, anticipating his return.