by F. C. Clark
‘Don’t tell me what to say, and thanks for assuming I would sleep with him. Do you think so little of me?’ I’m mad as hell, fury and hurt pumping through my veins.
Luke grabs my hand tightly. ‘We’re leaving.’ He begins to drag me.
‘Good, because you’re getting on my tits.’
He stops and turns to look at me with more contempt than before. I do believe I have tipped him over the edge.
‘I need my bag.’
We reach our table, where Declan and Ollie are chatting.
‘Declan, tell Mum we’ve left. Kate has a headache.’ Luke gives his brother clear instructions.
‘I don’t bloody think so… Declan, you can tell your mum that Luke is seriously pissing me off.’ Any minute now, he’s going to erupt. I have no idea what may happen. ‘I’m not lying, Luke, and I’m not taking responsibility for this little showdown.’
‘Kate, are you OK?’ Poor Ollie looks a little taken aback at my explosion.
I reach up and give him a kiss. ‘I’m fine. Take care.’ I reach out to Declan, but a pull on my arm prevents my lips from touching his face. I look at Luke in disgust. ‘Maybe I want to fuck your brother too.’
Luke points his finger in my face. ‘I’m warning you – do not fucking push me.’
‘Christ, Luke, relax.’ Declan tries to diffuse the situation.
‘Declan, stay out of it.’
We are both furious as we leave the ballroom. There is no hiding the intensity of our feelings. As usual, Luke has a firm grip of my hand while he strides along, with no thought for my feet.
‘Luke, stop, you’re hurting me. I can’t walk as fast as you.’
He stops to look at me, consumed with rage.
‘I suggest you keep up.’
We arrive at the lift. Luke presses the button and places his arms on either side of the entrance. The lift door opens and he moves, allowing me to enter. He follows, as do two strangers, who attempt to get in.
‘Take the next lift.’ He speaks sternly. I don’t blame them for looking concerned.
He lingers in the corner of the lift, eyes forward, while he removes his tie, placing it in his dinner jacket pocket. He looks preoccupied. Is he trying to decide how to handle me?
‘You know what, Luke?’ With no ability to stop myself, I have one piece of information for him.
‘Please enlighten me, Kate.’
No fucking problem, it will be my pleasure. ‘If having wealth and power makes you a fucking arrogant arsehole, then thank God I’m poor.’
His eyes close and his chest expands. I recognise the tell-tale signs of a man ready to explode. He turns to face me. Dark and haunted eyes meet dark and brazen.
‘Let me make myself clear: that will be the first and last time you call me an arrogant arsehole. Do you understand me?’ He points a finger at me.
Thankfully, the lift stops. Luke takes my hand as we stand outside the suite; he opens the door. I try to release my hand from his strong grip, which is far too difficult for me to shake off. He walks us to the bar area and, one-handed, he pours two large drinks.
‘Drink?’
‘No, thank you.’
‘Can you do one thing I ask of you, and take the fucking drink?’ His tone is aggressive.
I shake my head and down the vile liquid in one go. ‘Satisfied?’ I place my glass on the unit.
‘No, I’m not. You’re fired.’
‘Well, I fucking resign.’
Luke’s glass hits the floor. His hands move to the curve of my neck, pulling me towards him. My mouth accepts the invasion of his tongue, circling and investigating, probing to find his pleasure. He pushes me against the wall, while Luke’s mouth continues its brutal onslaught. He briefly breaks free to look at me, his eyes full of tension. Holy fuck. I shiver.
‘You drive me crazy. But I can’t get enough of you.’
My hands are in his hair, wanting him to feed my hunger. He pulls me tightly to his chest, hurting my ribs, and yet my need for him to fuck me is far greater. He releases me from his grip, and begins to investigate my neck with his soft lips.
‘Fuck, you smell good.’
His lips move to my jaw and then to my ear, nipping along the way. My breathing quickens as his hand slowly slides across my collarbone, running down my arm, then to the zip of my dress. The noise makes my body tighten. I feel the tantalising touch of the fabric as it falls down my highly sensitive body. Luke’s eyes linger on mine; he’s reading me as much as I am him. He uses his fingers to outline my underwear. I’m almost panting. I need to come.
I’m motionless. Luke has complete control. He slips the fabric of my bra underneath my breast, allowing him access to my hardened nipples. He teases me with his tongue. I groan loudly, enjoying his nipping and sucking.
‘Luke,’ I whisper. My legs feel weak.
He leaves my breasts, making contact with my eyes.
‘Kate. You’d better hold on tight, baby.’
He sinks to his knees, linking his fingers around the silk edge of my knickers and slipping them down my thighs, lifting one foot at a time to dispose of them. I feel him kissing and nipping my thighs, caressing my stocking-covered legs. My clit pulsates, screaming for his touch, and yet I can’t look down. The first flick of his tongue is almost too much to bear. Holy fuck, his mouth is relentless, licking in circular movements, causing an overload of sensations. Yet his touch slows, torturing me with his change of speed. My fingers grip his short hair, needing more, needing to climax.
‘Luke… please,’ I beg.
Begging seems to do the trick. His fingers enter my moist sex, while his tongue continues to lick and suck my sensitive clit. The sensation is intense. The initial intoxicating wave layers my skin in sexual perspiration.
‘Luke… I—’
My back arches against the wall. I bite on my lower lip to stop a groan escaping my mouth. His tongue and fingers work effortlessly, and I have a stunning, lingering orgasm. My breathing is rapid and my body is spent. Luke scoops me up his arms and carries me, losing my shoes along the way. My eyes close, and my head nestles against his neck, inhaling the scent of the man who has just finger-fucked me to the point of no return.
He places my feet at the base of his bed and pulls back the covers. Returning to my face he places his hands against my cheeks. I reach up and kiss his lips, tasting my orgasm on his mouth. My hands slide his jacket off his shoulders. Luke grabs both of my wrists.
‘Slowly. I have waited long enough for this moment. I want it to last.’
I nod. ‘I need you now.’ My voice is barely a whisper.
‘Back at you, Kate, trust me. When I’m inside you, fucking you hard, then you will understand.’
My insides tighten merely at his voice. This party is going to be over more quickly for me, as my self-control is non-existent.
He rapidly removes the remainder of my underwear. My turn. His shirt falls to the floor, allowing me time to examine him. Wow. I’ve died and gone to heaven. My fingers trace the contours of his chest, followed by my soft lips. Luke’s breathing alters every time I kiss his toned body. My hands travel south, taking hold of his trousers, attacking the button and zip, which give way relatively easily. My patience appears to be fading as my hands move along his hips, skimming across his pubic hairline.
His lips tenderly cover mine, and yet his tongue is aggressive. I buckle against the bed; he catches my head and shoulders, breaking my fall, and lies me down.
I prop myself up on my elbows and drink in his manly torso, watching him remove his handmade shoes, trousers and underwear. More importantly, this is my first sight of the erection that has rested against my body on numerous occasions.
I bite my lips, trying to suppress a smile.
‘Kate Harper, I think I need to wipe that look off your face. I hope you like what y
ou see, as I’m now going to fuck you.’
Holy shit. I knew this would be a masterclass in sex. He pushes my legs apart and crawls up the bed, lifting and taking me with him.
‘God, I want you,’ he growls. This alone makes my clit pulsate and my nipples harden.
His eyes lock on to mine, as his mouth resumes its torturous attack, leaving me breathless. I catch sight of his delicious erection. My view disappears as he moves to my ankles, layering my body with small kisses. He finally arrives at my highly sensitive nipples, sucking harder than before. My stomach contracts and my back curves against the mattress. My hands grip the sheet, needing more. Luke moves his hips, aligning his erection against my clit, rubbing gently. The friction feels wonderful. He moves slowly, heightening my desire, and yet it’s not enough for me to orgasm.
‘Do you want me inside you, Kate?’ He increases the pressure against my clit.
‘Yes,’ I can just about speak – please don’t ask me questions.
‘Then beg.’ His low raspy voice hits a nerve deep inside me. ‘Beg, Kate… beg.’ He slows, almost stopping.
‘Yes… I beg you…’
‘I need a please, Kate, and then I’ll fuck you and give you what you need.’
Holy fuck, he’s going to kill me if he keeps this up.
‘Please… I beg.’
He sits up, and takes hold of his wallet. I watch intently, enjoying the sight of his erection in his hand. Wow – this is carnal. If I could move, I would take him in my mouth. He slides the condom onto his hard shaft and returns between my legs. I pull at him, but his strength is far superior to mine. I will never take charge – this is his domain.
Luke almost laughs at my need – bastard.
‘Greed – I didn’t see that quality in you, Kate. Oh baby, what am I going to do with you?’
‘Luke… stop teasing.’
He places his erection against the lips of my sex. I grab his arse, trying to encourage him to fill me with his hardness. His lips closes over mine, and at the same time he flexes his hips and impales me with such force I almost cry out from frustration and pleasure.
Oh, fuck. Luke plunges inside me, taking it slowly, ensuring my body expands to accommodate him, allowing the thickness and length of his erection to penetrate deeply. He tilts my pelvis, and connects to my internal co-ordinates like no other man. The sensation is mind-blowing; I know I can’t hold on.
‘Fuck, you feel good. Breathe, baby, take all of me.’
I can’t speak. He works hard against my hips, pounding me with force and precision. My orgasm begins to build. The walls of my sex contract tightly around Luke, squeezing his shaft.
‘I can feel you, baby.’
‘Luke.’ I’m lost.
‘I need to take you harder… Squeeze me tighter.’
My body succumbs to him. He tilts me further, changing the angle. One more ferocious thrust tips me over the edge, obliterating my senses, causing my body to shudder through the crashing waves of my orgasm. Luke pumps harder. His breathing hitches and his body stiffens.
‘Fuck… Kate… Jesus, you feel so good.’
Afterwards, he stops and lowers his mouth over mine, kissing me with tenderness.
‘Are you OK?’
I nod.
Eventually he slides out of me and stands to remove his condom. My breathing tries to recover. He gently touches my face and body.
‘Did I hurt your ribs?’ He leans to kiss my lips. ‘What about here? I know I was a bit rough on your mouth.’
‘I’m good – nothing hurts. I’m more than good; I’m fucked.’
‘My Kate and her semantics.’
He shakes his head. However, he said my – as in his.
I turn on my front and lean towards him, giving him a lingering passionate kiss.
‘Honestly, I’m fine. It was…’
‘Good.’ He looks at me.
‘Good.’ I chuckle. ‘Luke, you’re a man of many words, with all your education at the best of the best schools, and you offer me good – really!’
‘I am sexually satisfied.’ He flashes a Sutton smile. Is this the smile he wears when he’s just been fucked? If so, he wears it far too well. ‘The frustration you have caused me is endless. Do you know how many miles I have run recently, not to mention cold showers I have taken? If this didn’t happen soon, I was going to be the first man who died of sexual hunger.’ He turns to lie on his side. The sight of his semi-hardness is distracting, and leaves me tingling for more.
‘You’re not alone, Mr Frustrated Sutton. I’ve had my fair share of fridge moments.’
‘Fridge moments!’ He looks at me.
‘Yes… I’ve had a serious amount of cheese due to your insubordination.’
‘Really… You think I defy you. May I remind you that you’re the only member of my staff that’s called me an arrogant arsehole?’
‘Was – I do believe you fired my arse.’
‘Yes… Speaking of your arse,’ he leans across and kisses mine. I suppose lying stark naked on his bed is a little tempting.
‘Luke, I’m sorry if my dancing upset you. There is obvious history between you two. I would never hurt you.’
He touches my face and kisses me. ‘I shouldn’t have said what I said, and for that I apologise. But promise me you’ll have nothing to do with him.’
I shake my head. ‘I promise.’ I seal my words with a kiss.
I study his expression; it alters when he has a question for me.
‘Did you hear me? The day you dropped off the shirt I called after the taxi?’
I look down towards the mattress. ‘Yes.’
‘Why did you not come to see me?’ Luke inhales deeply.
‘I was scared. I know that sounds stupid. From the first time we met, you intimidated me. Christ, Luke, we couldn’t be more different if we tried.’
‘Money.’
‘I guess. It killed me not turning to look at you.’ I try to untangle my emotions. ‘Look, I’m all or nothing. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t like you.’ I bury my face in the bed.
He reaches for my chin.
‘You’re always so honest with me; sometimes a little too honest.’ Luke flashes his dazzling smile. ‘Kate, you know how your version of us having different worlds is not how I see it.’
‘I know – now I see you for what you are, controlling and a pain in my arse.’ Luke tilts his head to one side. ‘But you’re nothing like your so-called friends.’
‘I went straight to Jones Tailors when you pulled away in the cab. I needed to know who you were.’ He brushes his hand down the side of my face, and begins to pull the pins out of my hair, watching it cascade down my back. ‘I like your hair like this.’ How can he be so tender and yet so arrogant all in one night?
‘You saw Mr Jones?’ I’m shocked. ‘He never said.’
‘A very interesting man. He referred to you as silk: handle with care and it will last a lifetime, if not it will disintegrate to nothing.’ Luke raises his brows and laughs.
‘Well, that’s a new one on me. I’ve been compared to many things… but silk?’
‘I made him promise to keep our meeting a secret until I had you in my possession.’
‘Do you have ownership of me now?’
‘God, I hope so. I’m possessive and I do not share. Now, I can’t lock you in my kitchen due to the fact I fired you as my cook, so I will have to move you to my bedroom.’
‘Very funny.’
The urge to kiss him again takes control of my body, reigniting the passion I felt only moments ago. The hardness at my waist informs me that I’m not alone in needing round two so soon. I lean up and push Luke onto his back and straddle him, placing the wet lips of my sex over his erection. Luke grabs my hips, helping me move, rocking myself on his hardness, causing tantalising
sensations on my swollen clit.
‘Luke, I want you inside me.’
‘I know.’ He reaches across the side table and grabs his wallet for another condom – good job one of us is prepared. ‘Take this – I want to watch you put it on.’
‘I’m crap with these things.’ I feel awkward at his request; even after our display of lust, this embarrasses me.
‘Do it now,’ he commands me.
My hand grips his erection, applying enough pressure up and down the shaft. I think I’ll tease him for a few minutes first. His chest muscles tighten and his breathing deepens. I vary my speed, yet maintain the right amount of tension in my grip. Luke grabs my wrist.
‘Kate.’ He looks at me with his dark ‘fuck me now’ eyes.
‘Luke, do you want to be inside me?’
His hand remains over mine, except he grips harder. Watching us both work on his erection has a huge effect on my growing need to fuck him.
At last he places the condom on himself. I’m now desperate for pleasure. I lift my hips and guide myself down, taking him deep inside. Luke grabs my hips, and flexes his at the same time, setting the rhythm. His free hand moves to my highly sensitive clit. Just a couple of strokes with the pad of his thumb, and I can feel the intense climb. The combination of deep penetration and his tantalising touch makes me spiral into yet another orgasm.
‘Luke… I have to.’
Too late. I come with such force that my body almost convulses. Luke holds me firmly in place, not stopping his gentle touch against my clit. Still riding high from my orgasm, to my horror I can feel it build up once again.
‘I’m with you, baby.’
His voice registers in my ears, sexy as hell, sparking my libido to enjoy the ride. Holy fuck! My body bucks in pleasure as the delirious sensation of yet another orgasm hits me.
‘Jesus, baby… Couple more times, harder.’
I clench tightly and slam down with more strength.
‘Yes… Fuck, that’s it, Kate.’ His voice is low.
He holds me in place. I collapse onto his chest, trying to regulate my breathing. His hands are on my back, teasing my hair; I can’t nor want to move. I look up and meet his face, the face of the man I have wanted for so long. Now I can’t get enough of him. He lifts my hips and moves me over, discarding the condom.