Page 157 of Out Of A Fix

I could hear Luke in our bedroom as I passed by. “Thanks for helping with the groceries,” I called out. He didn’t answer, and as soon as I put the perishables away, I was going to go find out what had crawled up his ass.

I dropped the bags loudly on the island, partly because I was irritated and partly to make noise to get his attention, got the milk in the fridge and was about to do the same with the stupid shredded cheese, when I was shoved up against the island.

“Hey,” I said softly, “what’s⁠—”

“You scared me,” he husked, and I caught my breath when his hot mouth was suddenly on the side of my neck, kissing, sucking, before I was once more pressed up against the island, harder the second time, his front molded to my back.

“Luke,” I whispered, my voice going out on me as he pushed his face into my hair, inhaling deeply. “Honey, talk to me.”

“You’re not hearing me,” he said gruffly, and I had to move things aside so I could brace my hands on the gray-veined marble as he groped me hard. “So talking isn’t gonna work.”

“What’re you—” Difficult to speak when he was loosening my belt, working open the button and zipper of my jeans, all the while rubbing against my ass. “Luke?”

“You scared me,” he repeated, and squatted behind me, lifting my sweater and kissing the small of my back.

I shivered as he put both hands on my hips and slowly eased my jeans and underwear down my thighs to my knees. “We should go to the—fuck,” I moaned as his tongue licked over the top of my crease.

“Take the sweater off,” he ordered, his voice guttural and low.

Pulling it up over my head, I put it on the island before he peeled me the rest of the way out of my clothes. I had a moment to think I was naked, but for my socks, and he was not, before he took my thickening cock in hand and stroked me.

“All of you, every part, is so beautiful,” he murmured, and then kissed between my shoulder blades, releasing my length to bend me over the counter. “And I get to touch you whenever I want… have you whenever I want.”

“Please,” I begged him.

When he used his hands and spread me, his tongue spearing inside, I couldn’t hold myself up and stepped back into him, putting my face down on the cool surface, instantly registering how hot my skin was.

“From now on, I need you to always think about what you’re doing,” he instructed, and I heard the snap of a lid opening. “You need to always be careful, because your life doesn’t belong to you anymore, it belongs to me.”

“Yes,” I agreed as his well-lubed thumb slid into my ass.

“I can’t lose you, and since somehow, you’re not listening, or not believing, or whatever it is that’s keeping you from comprehending,” he rasped, gently pulling his thumb free so he could immediately screw two fingers deep inside, curving them up, grazing my prostate and making my legs shake, “then my only recourse is to show you you’re mine.”

“Good. Do it now.”

“Grab your cock,” he ordered before his thumb was back, working more lube into my already clenching channel. “You’re so tight and hot.”

I could feel his warm breath on my ass, and knew he was squatting behind me.

“I like watching my fingers go in,” he said, kissing my lower back. “My cock’s gonna be even better.”

I lifted my ass, and he stood up, his skin sliding over mine as he moved, his dripping shaft bumping, trailing precum before he slowly pressed the wide head to my entrance. I heaved out a breath as he pushed forward, not letting my tightened muscles keep him from what he wanted. It had been a long time, but between the lube, his teeth in my shoulder, my hand on my flesh, and how slowly he stretched me, everything relaxed and he thrust home.

“Oh fuck, you feel good,” he said, hand fisting in my hair, turning my head so he could kiss me.

His tongue rubbed over mine as he eased back and forth, over and over, each time increasing the distance, the entry becoming easier, until he was pounding harder and deeper with every plunge. When he broke the kiss, he bent me back over the island, took hold of my hips, and rammed inside, the slapping of skin loud in the kitchen.

“I need you,” he groaned before pulling out. I was then wrestled to the floor, down on the rug, on my hands and knees, before he drove back inside me, the rutting brutal and unrelenting.

“Don’t stop.”

He laughed then and pulled out. I roared his name.

Shoving me sideways onto the cold tile, he lay down on the rug. “I’m so close, so you come here and ride me. I wanna see your eyes when you understand.”

“I know I belong to you,” I growled, straddling his hips, lifting up over him, notching the wide, thick head of his cock to my hole before easing down over him until I was impaled.

“Kiss me.”