Before I knew what I was doing, I wrapped my arms around Luke and pulled him into a kiss.
15
Cazzie
I knew I still had a job to do. The attack hadjust happened, and the police were on the way. But I was so relieved that Luke was okay, and the tender way he was caring for me ignited something in my heart, and I couldn’tnotcrush my lips against his. I surrendered to the burning passion that had been tormenting me since we first kissed at the mall.
Luke was surprised for a moment, then gave in to his own desire. He planted his fists on either side of me and smothered me with his body, surrounding me with his warmth and masculine scent. Then he pulled back.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” he breathed. “Your head…”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
I pulled his head down to mine, quashing any other protests he might have had. I spread my legs and he lowered himself into the gap, grinding against me through the fabric of my dress. I arched my back and moaned as his lips explored down my neck, scratching my skin with the hairs on his cheek. Our shared fear and trauma morphed into sexual desire, a burning lust that had to be quenchedright this fucking second.
I reached between us and found the hard length of his cock, wrapping my fingers around it through his trousers and stroking like there was no tomorrow. Luke moaned into my neck, a deep, beautiful rumble, and I spread my legs wider for him. Then his hand was sliding up my dress and feeling the outline of my panties, the thong I had worn so that there wouldn’t be visible lines through my dress. His fingers pulled aside my panties like they were an offensive obstruction. I surged upward with need as he roughly stroked my outer lips, testing my wetness and spreading it all around.
Not content with fabric separating us, I unzipped his pants and plunged my hand inside. The skin of his cock was hot to the touch, and as hard as the floor underneath my back. Luke let out another moan, deeper this time, and then responded by plunging two fingers deep into my sex.
“Oh, Luke,” I breathed with him inside of me. “Yes.”
He savored the way I felt for a moment, two fingers buried all the way into me, and then began moving them in and out. He gave them a little twist with each thrust, corkscrewing in a way that drove me wild. I responded by pulling his cock through the hole in his pants, then stroked him faster while his tip rubbed against my mound of dark pubic hair, then down against my clit.
Luke’s lips found mine again, and his tongue swirled into my mouth. I closed my eyes and savored just how wonderful it all felt. Even though I was the bodyguard and he was the client, I felt safe with him on top of me. Together, nothing could hurt us.
“Cazzie,” he breathed, tearing away from the kiss. His eyes were like blue fire as he gazed down at me, and he finger-fucked me faster. “Caz, I’m… I’m… ohfuck.”
The passion in his eyes twisted into something close to surprise, then unbearable ecstasy. I stroked him as fast as I could while grinding his head against my clit. Luke let out a shuddering roar, and the moment the first splash of his come hit the skin of my belly, I was thrown over the edge into my own trembling orgasm. His hand slid under my ass and pulled me against him while he made me come. I clamped my inner muscles down around his fingers as the world exploded around me, my back arching against my will and my toes curling until I thought I would faint.
We lay together for a few moments, my chest rising and falling along with Luke’s. He gently kissed my chest and said, “Did that really just happen?”
“Are you talking about what we just did together,” I purred, “or the attack before that?”
“Iknowthe attack happened. But this?” His hand gave my ass another squeeze. “Thisfeels like a dream.”
I grinned up at him. “It kind of does, doesn’t it? Although maybe that’s the concussion talking.”
He frowned and cupped my chin. “Shit. We shouldn’t have done this. Your head, you might—”
I shut him up with another kiss. “I know what the concussion symptoms are, and I’m fine. I was only making a joke.”
Luke relaxed, but he still stroked my cheek with his thumb. “I take back what I said.”
“What?”
“I’m glad they didn’t send some big dude bodyguard.”
I let out a giggle. “Yeah. I doubt he would enjoy getting fingered by you as much as I did.”
“You don’t know that,” he teased. “Maybe they would send me a big gay guy. What are they called? Bears?”
“As a fake member of the LGBTQ community, I can confirm that kind of guy would probably consider himself a bear.”
Sirens sounded in the distance, a reminder that the police were presently on their way. Both of us jumped up and quickly ran to our separate bedrooms to change. I pulled my dress off and hastily wiped up the mess on my belly, but the sight of Luke’s sexual completion sent a satisfying tingle through my body.How quickly did he come? Thirty seconds?I decided to chalk it up to my own sexiness.
By the time we had each changed, the police were knocking on our door. Luke let them in and gave them the run-down on what happened. While the cops investigated the apartment, the detective assigned to our case arrived and took Luke’s full statement of events.
“The guy could have shot me, but he didn’t,” Luke explained. “He just threatened me.”