My breathing comes out in pants as I try to search his eyes in the darkness. Who will draw him back this time? Do I want someone to stop him? Do Ineedsomeone to stop us?
I throb against the feel of him between my legs.
My brain has officially left the building, and I must have no self-preservation because I lean in and claim his lips. He yanks my ponytail, but not to disengage. He angles my head to the side as he deepens the kiss. His tongue strokes against mine, sending heat flooding through my veins and pooling low in my stomach.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I press my body into him. Hot skin against hot skin. I can’t seem to get close enough to him. The fingers on my ass are likely to leave bruises with how tight he’s holding onto it.
A mass of sensations, I whimper into his mouth. When I rock my hips against him, he moans, making my insides burst into flames. His lips leave mine and trail down over my jaw. Using his grip on my hair, he tips my head as his lips and tongue and teeth follow my jugular, teasing, torturing.
I roll my hips against his, knowing I’m making a mess on his pants again but not caring. Needing the friction. Needing him not to stop after thirty fucking seconds and leave me hanging on by a thread. So close to the release my body craves so badly.
He meets the motion of my hips with thrusts against me. Teasing and tantalizing my neck with nips and kisses and licks. I wouldn’t be surprised to find so many hickeys no amount of makeup will be able to hide them. Marks claiming their territory.When Luke’s mouth settles on that spot where my neck meets my shoulder, he bites down.
I moan as everything inside me winds tighter. His fingers flex on my ass cheek like he’s trying to make sure they don’t leave that spot, but I need so much more. My empty core pulses. I want to tip over the edge into whatever is waiting for me on the other side. And I know he can get me there.
“Luke?” I need to know I’m not alone in this. That this attraction tears him up as much as it does me.
“Fuck, Harper.” His mouth finds mine again. He releases my hair and his other hand finds its way under my skirt, gripping my bare skin to help guide my hips against his. He slides his length against my clit, winding me tighter and tighter.
I break from his lips for a moment to search his eyes.
That fire and darkness from earlier blazes in them, even without light. I want to let him consume me until nothing is left but ashes. A glint enters his eyes, and it should scare me, but I need him to release me from this tension and pressure.
He shifts me. His hips still lead mine, but he presses me back against the steering wheel and then dips his head to take my nipple in his mouth. My lips part and my fingers thread through his soft hair as sensations course through me. He tortures me the way I tortured him, but this time no one will call time on us.
The pressure keeps building with no relief, until I feel like I might burst from it. His mouth finds mine again. His covered cock rubs against my throbbing clit as he devours me, taking everything I have to give.
“Let go, Harper,” he whispers against my lips.
Suddenly as if waiting for his command, my body unravels. Time freezes as euphoria floods me. My lips part and I cry out against his mouth, clinging to him as wave after wave crashes over me. It’s too much. Sparks release like fireworks through my blood, lighting up my whole body. I gasp against his mouth.
All those times I’d been so close to this and never tipped over. Fuck.
His hips don’t let up, keeping me in the moment, drawing out my orgasm. Until he groans, his cock jerking against me as he comes. The tension releases from him as he sinks back into his seat, drawing me against him.
He kisses me with that softness again before he holds me. I don’t have the strength left to resist as I collapse against him. I sink into his warmth, unable to gather my scattered thoughts.
I rest my cheek against his shoulder as his hand strokes my back. Tiny flutters surge through my pussy, clenching around nothing.
Fuck, that was just… fuck. I should have masturbated. If I’d known this was the end result.
“Feel good, princess?”
I nod and rub my cheek against his shoulder, inhaling his sultry cologne and breathing out. I want to rub on him like a cat until I get off again.
“We need to get you home.”
I can’t look him in the eye as he helps me return to my seat. I give him his shirt and pull my bra out of my purse, putting it and my shirt on. He starts the car. When the dash lights the interior, I catch the dampness on the front of his pants and blush.
He takes my panties out of his pocket, and I think he’s going to hand them to me. Instead, he lifts the waist of his pants and wipes at his cum. Blushing, I look out the window at the darkness surrounding us.
He slips my panties back in his pocket and puts the car into gear.
I’m not sure what to say. I didn’t intend for any of that to happen. Public humiliation stormed my mind, and then desire and lust clouded it over until all I could think about was the slide of his hot body against mine.
“You’ll come to the game tomorrow, and the after-party.” Luke’s tone doesn’t leave any room for me to decline, so I don’t say anything.
At least my body no longer feels like it’s on fire. The rest of the drive is in silence. When he pulls up to my house, the light is on in the kitchen and the curtain flutters in the window.
