Parker
Iwake up slowly, so warm and comfortable it should be illegal. There’s a heavy hand resting on my bare hip and as I stretch, Lukas’ work-roughened fingers stroke my skin. I feel amazing. I haven’t slept that comfortably in… well, ever.
I always wanted to be one of those independent, happy-to-be-on-my-own women. I wanted to be like Julia, free spirited and taking shit from no man. But that’s not me. I’m a hopeless romantic and nothing in this world compares to the feeling of waking up in Lukas’ arms; warm, safe, and adored.
His fingers stroke my hip again, tracing the top edge of my panties and pressing a kiss to the top of my head.
“What time is it?” I ask quietly.
“Early.” His sleep-roughened voice sends skinny tendrils of arousal spreading through my body. Slipping my leg over his body, I slide myself up to straddle his hips.
“Too early?” I ask.
Lukas chuckles sleepily, running the backs of his fingers over my cheek. “For this? For you? Hell no.” His dark hair is tousled, and when he grins, it gives him a wild, dangerous look.
He slides his hands under the hem of my t-shirt, sitting up to lift it over my head. His arm wraps around my back, pressing my body to his, while his free hand tunnels into my hair, holding me while his lips brush mine in teasing little caresses.
I try to deepen the kiss, but his grip in my hair tightens, refusing to give me an inch. The movement makes the muscles in his back flex under my fingers and I shiver, loving the way he uses his power over me. Opening my eyes, I find him watching me heatedly.
He leans in, brushing a kiss over my lips. “You want to be in charge?” he asks, biting my lip softly.
I shake my head a little, smiling when he growls his approval, pulling my hair back, and exposing my neck to his mouth. His cock hardens under me, making me squirm. I hate that we’re separated by all this stupid underwear.
His hand cups one of my breasts, squeezing gently before his thumb rasps over my nipple. I gasp, pleasure spiraling through me, as I arch my back. Lukas dips his head, drawing the other nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking over the tight, aching tip.
“Lukas!” I gasp when he bites me. It’s gentle but firm enough to make me jump. The edge of pain melts away into pleasure almost instantly, and I can’t help rocking against his lap. His steel length rubs the length of my slit, making me aware of just how slippery and wet I feel.
Lukas’ hands leave my body, gripping the edge of my panties and ripping them in a swift show of force. He shoves them down the other leg before laying back. Winding his arms under my thighs, he drags me up his body. I yelp as my hands hit the padded headboard, steadying myself as my knees sink into the pillow on either side of his head.
“What are you doing?” I gasp.
Oh, sweet Lord. He is face-first in my business and I’m too stunned to think anything other than terrible dirty thoughts. Lukas gives me a devilish smirk, too pleased with himself to hide it.
“I’m getting my breakfast, what does it look like?”
“You can’t— Like that? You’ll suffocate!”
“Then I’ll die happy,” he says with a roguish wink. His arms wrap around my thighs, pulling me down on his face and I want to argue but—
“Oh my God.” I moan instead. His tongue slicks up the length of my folds, teasing and exploring and swirling around my clit before doing it all over again. He sucks my bud between his lips, groaning and digging his fingers into my thighs.
“OhmyGod.OhmyGod.OhmyGod,” I whisper, clinging to the headboard for dear life as he does something with his tongue that I don’t think I can name or even properly describe. One of his arms shifts, pushing me forward as a finger sinks into my core. His other hand grabs my butt, grinding me against his face, and I gasp with pleasure.
“So good,” I moan.
Lukas makes a growling sound as he watches me, his eyes intense. Tingling arousal spreads through my bloodstream, wrapping itself up my spine. Mewling little sighs keep working their way out of my throat, spurred on by Lukas’ wicked tongue. I momentarily lose myself working my hips against his mouth, trying to get the angle just right, but I don’t want to suffocate him, so I stop.
He lands a smack on my butt cheek, growling against my clit as he grips my hip again, rocking me against his face roughly. That’s a clear, “don’t stop” if I ever saw one. Honestly, he’s so big, it’s not like he couldn’t overpower me if he wanted to…
Letting go of the last of my doubts, I close my eyes and give in. Fire curls in my belly, threatening to consume me, and when Lukas pushes another finger inside me, pressing and stroking, I let it.
I fall apart, a screaming, quivering mess as Lukas holds me down, his grip firm, refusing to let up until he’s coaxed every last drop of pleasure from my body.
I come down, relaxed but exhilarated as he lets me slide sideways off him. I prop myself against the headboard, half-reclined next to his head as I try to get my brain straight. I’m naked except for the ruined panties dangling off my right ankle. A laugh bubbles out of my chest as I lift my leg to show him the damage.
“You’ve got to stop ripping my panties every time we fool around. I only have so many, you know.”
Lukas unhooks the cotton remains from my foot, sitting up and throwing it across the room. He rolls to his hands and knees, climbing over me with predatory heat in his eyes.