Lukas wraps a hand behind my neck, gripping the sides in his thick fingers, and the tension in my lower stomach ratchets even higher. His thumb slides through the moisture seeping out of my pussy.
“Damn baby, you really like that, don’t you? Look at this wet pussy.” He lifts his thumb to his mouth, sucking the moisture off. My clit throbs with my racing heart, aching for his touch. His fingers tighten slightly as he swipes a finger over my clit, bringing the glistening finger to my mouth and pressing it against my tongue.
“Lick,” he commands, watching my face, his eyes hooded with lust. I wrap my tongue around the digit and suck, panting in exhilaration. It’s so filthy, so dirty, so beyond what I expected, and it’s fucking sexy as hell.
Lukas wiggles the fingers on his other hand, reminding me that he’s holding me by the throat as he thrusts into me, deliberate and powerful. I moan around his finger as my pussy clenches. The tingling beginnings of an orgasm prick my skin and make the edges of my vision shimmer.
“You going to come for me, Parker? Be a dirty girl for me. Come on my cock.”
He pulls his finger from my mouth, dragging it over my lower lip. His fingers slip down to my pussy, slicking them around our joined bodies before swirling them around my sensitive bundle of nerves. The pleasure builds until I’m shaking and my pulse thunders in my ears. Lukas leans back, lifting my butt off the bed and stroking hard, my back arches and he holds me in his firm grasp as I fall apart. All I can feel is blinding pleasure, the jerking thrusts of his release, and his fingers on my neck, anchoring me to him as everything else melts away.
I float back into my body slowly. My body feels wrung out in the best way, but emotionally I feel raw. Lukas kisses me on the forehead, holding me close a moment before slipping out of me with a groan. He stands up and I instantly feel cold and empty.
“Give me a sec,” he says before heading into the bathroom, presumably to get rid of the condom. I hear water running in a sink as I look around. I’m chilly without his body heat, so I grab the comforter and wrap it around my shoulders. Should I go? I don’t know what the etiquette is here. I mean, I guess I can’t go anywhere. I don’t have a car and my clothes are in a soaking wet heap in Lukas’ bathroom.
I’m worrying my lip between my teeth, mulling over my lack of options when Lukas strides back into the bedroom, buck naked. It’s the first time I’ve had a chance to really look at him without all the distracting, frantic sexual need. Don’t get me wrong, it’s simmering under the surface, but two earth-shattering orgasms seem to have dulled it, at least temporarily.
Tattoos cover both arms. A pirate ship being tossed about by giant waves and a kraken wrap one arm and shoulder. An atlas covers his other arm, layered with beautifully rendered objects. I want to hold him still and examine every inch, but from here I can see a pocket watch, skulls, a compass, and roses all in black ink. The feathered wing I saw under his shirt collar earlier connects to a raven on his back and wraps around to his chest, each feather drawn in careful detail. He is just insanely gorgeous, head to toe, and next to him I feel so… average.
“You ok, Freckles?” he asks, running a hand through his hair, pulling it out of his face. His emerald eyes search mine.
I nod and smile at him, faking confidence I don’t feel. “Yeah, just realizing I don’t have clothes to change into.”
He smirks at my bare legs, still hanging over the edge of the bed. I’m pressing my thighs together, mostly because of out-of-place modesty. He’s seen (and licked) just about every inch of me in the last hour. It’s probably dumb to cover up now.
“I’m perfectly fine with the state you’re in,” he says, wiggling a knee between mine and stepping into my personal space. He cups my face in both hands and turns my face up to his, kissing me deeply until my worries evaporate and I melt into him. He holds my face and searches my eyes with his. “Would you be more comfortable in one of my shirts while I dry your clothes?”
I smile up at Lukas and nod. He kisses me on the forehead before grabbing a black t-shirt out of the dresser behind him. He unfolds it and gives it a little shake before pulling it over my head. He grins at me while I toss the blanket back, pulling my arms through the holes.
“Looks better on you than it does on me anyway,” he says with a wink before turning back to the bathroom. “I’ll toss your clothes in the dryer so you have something to wear in the morning. That ok with you?” he asks.
“Y-yah…” I stutter, staring at his ass as he walks away. I didn’t realize I was an ass girl until this exact second, but holy shiitake mushrooms. Two perfect globes of man-butt go swinging away, and I half expect a chorus of angels to start singing. I have to lean sideways to keep a clear line of sight, and when he bends over to collect our discarded clothing, I lean a little too far and fall right off the damn bed, pulling the comforter with me.
Lukas whips around with a startled expression on his face. “You ok, Freckles?”
I laugh awkwardly, trying to stand and untangle myself from the blanket, stalling while I come up with an excuse. Was I staring at his glorious ham hocks? You betcha. But I’m sure as hell not telling him that.
“I think my foot just got tangled in the blanket. I’m fine,” I say breathlessly as he strides back over, holding out a hand to help me up. Jesus Christ. The front view isn’t helping me compose myself either.