Parker
Lukas pulls me off his cock and to my feet so quickly that I’m afraid I hurt him. Did he hate it that much? Maybe it was a bad idea to try my first blow job in the shower.
“Did I do it wrong?” I ask. Maybe I could try it again?
“Hell no,” he says before settling his mouth on mine, kissing me with so much passion and need that it steals my breath. Simmering desire spreads through my body, lighting my nerves up with an uncontrollable craving. I feel achy and empty and the wicked need to be filled just grows and grows.
Lukas cups my jaw in one hand as he pulls back. The pad of his thumb caresses my lips and they feel hot and swollen under his touch.
“I want to take you to bed, Parker,” he says. “I want to fuck you so good you can’t remember your own name.” His eyes are gentle and the reverent look he’s giving me is at complete odds with the dirty talk, but I love it. My whole body tingles at the thought of him pressing inside, filling me.
“Yes, please,” I whisper, throwing my arms around his neck. Lukas grabs my ass and picks me up. I wrap my legs around his hips and let him claim my mouth, loving the way his body flexes and moves with mine. He slams a hand down on the faucet, shutting off the water and stepping out of the shower door. His fingers dig into my ass cheeks as he carries me, dripping wet, to the bedroom and sets me on the edge of the bed.
He steps away, grabbing a condom from the bureau behind him, and eyes me with dark hunger as he opens it and slowly rolls it down his erection. I watch in fascination. I don’t know if a penis is supposed to be beautiful, but his really is. That bulging ridge along the head is especially toe-curling, and I’m not entirely sure why. It just seems to fit him. He’s thick all over and I kind of love that his cock matches.
Lukas spreads my legs, stepping between them, his hips pressing my thighs wide so he can fit.
“What about this, Parker? You been with a man like this?”
I bite my lip. Like this? Hell no. But I know what he means. He’s asking if I’m a virgin and I’m not.
“Once,” I answer quietly. Lukas shrugs and gives me a cocky smile.
“If I can’t be first, I can be the best.”
I grin back at him because that might be the most ‘Lukas’ answer on the face of the planet and I freaking love it.
He presses a hand to the center of my chest, pushing me back on the bed before trailing it down between the V of my breasts, over my stomach, and down my leg. I love that he’s not overly gentle with me. He’s not so rough that I’m worried he’d hurt me, but every movement is firm and it’s obvious he thinks he’s in charge.
I lean up on my elbows so I can watch his hands move over my body. They’re huge and his skin is a deep golden tan. There’s something so erotic about the manliness of his hands. He takes one of my knees and drapes it over his shoulder. I’m completely exposed to his gaze and his eyes are glued to my sex. Lukas licks his lips and all I can think about is the way his mouth felt on me. His thumb brushes over my sensitive clit and it feels so good I nearly come off the bed. I wrap my free leg around the back of his hips, pulling him as close as he’ll let me.
He grips his sheathed cock in one hand, pressing it against my entrance. The anticipation is killing me. I feel like a live wire, getting jumpier and more frantic with every second he makes me wait. His thumb rubs little circles on my clit as his hips push forward and I can’t help but gasp when he enters me. He’s so big that the sensation is overwhelming. I have to fight to keep my eyes open as he works his way into me, stretching me inch by inch. Tendrils of pleasure swirl through my core as I watch him stroke in and out, moving deeper with every thrust until he’s sinking every blessed inch of his cock inside me.
“Look at me, Parker,” Lukas demands. His voice is low, and he makes a growly sound in his throat when my eyes meet his.
“Oh God,” I breathe out. That’s so insanely sexy.
Lukas is shaking when he leans down and presses his forehead to mine. His green eyes bore into me and I’m captivated by the desperate hunger in them. Every touch feels like he’s claiming me, possessing me, and marking me as his.
“So good,” he murmurs against my lips. “You feel so fucking good.”
I nod frantically.
“Tell me,” he growls.
“You’re so big,” I moan as he plunges into me. I love the demanding, animalistic edge in his voice. My core clenches around him. “I’m so full. So wet,” I whimper.
“Fuck,” he mutters.
His hand slips from my shoulder to the column of my throat, holding me in place as he thrusts into me. He doesn’t squeeze, just holds me in his huge hand. It’s so possessive, so powerful and, God help me, I love it. I shiver, the pleasure spreading through me, my core tightening in response. I was wet before, but I am quickly reaching embarrassing levels of moisture.
“Sorry,” he mutters, moving his hand back to my shoulder as he kisses me.
“I liked it,” I tell him quietly, our lips grazing, breaths shared.
Lukas pulls back a couple of inches to look me in the eyes. Those dazzling green eyes searching mine. “Yeah?”
I can’t believe I said that but… I really liked it. I suck my bottom lip between my teeth and nod.