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I pin him against the wall, pressing my body into his as I unzip his jeans and stroke him over his boxers. I hover my mouth over his ear again. It would normally be so awkward to talk like this, but with Luke, it's easy.
“I'm not stopping until you come in my mouth,” I whisper in his ear. And there it is, that look on his face that screams I want you so badly.
I bring my lips to his earlobe, and suck gently. Then harder. He groans, so I sink my teeth into his skin until I hear that sound again. Then I move to his neck, biting him harder and harder, his groans getting louder.
“Take off your clothes,” I echo his words back to him.
I slide my jeans and panties to my knees and kick them off my feet. He follows suit, pulling his shirt over his head, stepping out of his jeans. Then it's only the thinnest layer of cotton between his cock and me.
I work my way down his body, kissing his collarbone, shoulders, chest. I run my fingers down his stomach, tracing the outlines of his muscles, brushing my fingertips against the soft hairs below his bellybutton.
He shudders. “Let me fuck you,” he groans.
So, this is how it feels to be in control of his pleasure. Like he's putty in my hands. No wonder he's such an awful tease.
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask him as I slip my hand into his boxers and wrap it around his cock.
“No, God, no…”
I drop to my knees and pull his boxers to the floor. I brush my lips against his cock, the softest of teases. He groans, surely realizing that I'm going to torture him the way he's tortured me. I stroke him, up and down, harder and harder, brushing my lips against him again.
And, when he's finally shaking with need, I slip my lips around his cock, sucking on his tip, relishing the taste of his skin.
“Jesus, Alyssa…”
I take in more of him, sliding my mouth up and down his cock, over and over again. “Fuck,” he groans, and he teases my nipples with his fingers. I suck harder and harder, running my hand up and down him to match the motions of my mouth. He's getting close, but I'm not done with him yet.
I pull back and kiss his thighs and stomach. I look up at Luke, into those big, brown eyes, full of desire. And I keep kissing him, moving further up his thighs. He squeezes my chest as he groans. I move back to his cock and swirl my tongue around his head. I lick him, up and down, his groans getting louder and louder.
He's close.
I slip my mouth back around him and slide over him. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down. His moans are quiet and low-pitched. His breath is heavy. He looks down at me, his gaze heavy with want, and digs his hands into my hair, guiding my mouth over him.
His eyes roll back into his head as his eyelids flutter closed. He sinks his teeth into his lips, his groans getting louder and louder as I suck harder and harder on his cock.
And he comes. I don't stop until he's finished completely, swallowing as my eyes lock with his.
“I'm going to get you back for that,” Luke whispers. He sinks to the floor next to me, not shy about pressing his lips against mine, sliding his tongue into my mouth. He pins me to the ground and pulls my knees apart.
But he doesn't touch me yet.
Then, his fingers brush against my thighs, and there it is again—electricity, everywhere. He runs his fingertips over me in wavy lines, curving around my thighs, behind my knees, over my hips, up and down my stomach. He drags his fingers around my nipples and across my neck. Then, he traces the outline of my lips as he kisses my neck, my collarbone, my chest.
He brings his mouth around my nipple again, sucking on it as his hands trail all the way down my stomach, moving past my bellybutton, until they are so, so close. He bites gently as he brushes his hands against my sex.
“Jesus,” I groan, tugging on his hair. He bites harder on my nipple as he, finally, slides his fingers over my clit. He strokes me with two fingers, back and forth, and my body hums with need. I dig my nails into the skin of his back, and he moves his fingers in longer strokes, teasing my sex as they brush against it. I arch my body into his. I want his fingers inside me. I need his fingers inside me. I am wet and ready and achy with desire.
But, still, he teases. His fingers return to my clit, softer this time. His strokes get longer and longer until I can't take it any longer. I arch my back to meet his hand. His finger slips inside me and I groan.
“Make me come,” I command. And, in response, he brings his mouth to my other nipple, sucking and biting and flicking his tongue across it. He slides his finger deeper in me, then deeper, and deeper, and I get closer and closer.
But, still, I groan. “More.” And I gasp as he slips a second finger inside me and slides them in and out. I arch my back to meet every thrust of his fingers. He moves faster. Harder. God, don't stop. I shift my hips faster and faster, trying to match his frantic pace. The pressure inside me grows, harder and harder and harder, until it can't get any harder, and everything releases in a torrent of ecstasy.
I collapse onto the ground, straining to catch my breath. He wraps his body around mine, and we lie like that for what seems like forever. I close my eyes and fall asleep in Luke's arms.
I wake up to a gentle tap on the shoulder. Luke lies behind me, his arms around me. He whispers in my ear. “It's getting late. I don't want to get you in trouble.”
“Not yet,” I say. “I want to know more about you. I want to know your life.”
