“Not delicate. Precious. There’s a difference.” Luther’s gaze catches mine. Heat quivers between us. For a second, just one quick second, I see the guy who shared his secrets with me in the dark, but then he’s gone. As the kettle boils, he storms out of the kitchen and heads straight for the bathroom. When he slams the door behind him, it makes the pictures rattle on the walls.
8
LUTHER
Idon’t even need to turn the water to hot. As soon as I pull the handle on the shower, the fire inside me heats it to boiling point. Steam fills the room. I brace my hands on the sink and mutter, “Fuck.”
Molten arousal rushes through my veins. The way she looked at me. The way she stood there, red panties peeking out from the hem of her black top. Bare legs. Crumpled, just-woke-up skin.
I pull my hand back and punch the mirror. Hard. It shatters. Pieces fall into the sink.
I’m furious with Mack for thinking putting her at risk is a good idea, and I’m furious with her for the things she does to me. The way she makes me feel. I want her so much I can hardly breathe when she’s near me. Like there’s no air left in the room if she’s in it.
As my cock stiffens in my shorts, I pull open the cupboard below the sink. At the back, behind Tanner’s array of hair products, is a small black wash bag. I take it out and unzip it. Thrusting my hand inside, I groan as my fingers meet smooth fabric. Disgusted with myself, but so fucking turned on I can’t stop, I take Nova’s underwear out of the bag. The underwear she gave me when I went shopping for our outfits. The underwear I never gave back.
Tugging down my shorts, I give my cock a long, firm stroke. I picture her kneeling in front of me, opening her mouth. As my hand picks up speed, I press her panties to my face and inhale.
“What the fuck?” Her voice makes me stop—caught in a hilariously awful freeze frame. My back is facing her, but she can see me in the pieces of shattered mirror that still cling to the wall. “Luther? What the fuck?”
She steps inside and pushes the door closed behind her. Before it seals shut, a cloud of steam escapes, clearing the air between us.
With her underwear still clasped in my hand, I pull my shorts up and turn to face her.
Humiliation burns on my skin. I can’t interpret the look on her face. If she’s horrified that she just caught me jerking off while sniffing her stolen panties, she isn’t showing it.
Our eyes meet. She lets go of her cardigan and allows it to hang open. Her chest is moving quickly up and down, her breath short and heavy. I let her underwear fall from my hand then, before I can stop myself, I lunge for her. I hold her face, pull her lips to mine. They’re hot and urgent. I slam her back against the wall. She grabs my vest and tugs it over my head, then runs her hands over my abs. When she reaches my nipples, she dips her head and makes hot, wet circles with her tongue.
I weave my fingers into her hair, a shuddering sigh leaving my mouth. Then I jerk her head back and steal her lips with mine. Steam fills the room again. I can barely see her.
Her skin is so warm, so fucking warm, and now I’m desperate to know how warm the rest of her is.
I pull her cardigan off her arms then haul her top over her head. As her breasts bounce free, my cock strains against my shorts. I’m so hard it’s almost painful. My balls are throbbing. Not just my balls… the spot deep inside me, behind them, is pulsing.
I move my hands to her red panties. I’m about to peel them off her when she says, “No. Just fuck me.”
Fire dances in her eyes. Sparks merge with steam, and I have no idea if they’re hers or mine or a mixture of both.
I don’t need to be told twice. As she frees my cock, I lift her into my arms. “I’m too heavy,” she whispers, vulnerability flashing in her eyes.
“Shut the fuck up,” I tell her. “Just wrap your legs around me.”
As she hooks her knees around my waist, my fingers find her pussy. I massage her clit then, while she moans into my mouth, I slam up into her. She gasps, her eyes widening at the feel of the metal on my shaft.
“It’s pierced?” she says. “I’ve never—”
The thought that I’m giving her something no one else ever has makes me wild with lust. I roar a guttural roar and push her back harder against the wall.
Digging her nails into my shoulders, she stays still while I thrust up into her, my ladder of metal stroking her inside walls.
She’s so wet and so hot, and she takes me so well that I feel like I’m going to come within seconds. Dropping her to the floor, so she’s standing, I spin her around and pull her panties off. She juts out her ass. For a second, as I run my hands over her cheeks, I wonder what it would feel like to push my pierced shaft past her tight ring of muscle. But she’s not ready for that.
Instead, I thrust back into her cunt. She pushes onto me, bracing her hands on the wall. With one hand, I reach for her clit. With the other, I pinch her nipple until she squeals. I wring an orgasm from her, but she doesn’t pull away from me.
“Again.” She grabs my hand, keeps it on her pussy. “Make me come again.”
So, I keep touching her. This time, I change the angle of my hips until she cries out and jerks forward. “Is that it?” I growl. “Is that the spot?”
Nova doesn’t reply. She’s quivering, as if she’s scared to move in case the sensation disappears.