Moments later, we screeched into an underground parking garage in the West Loop at what I assumed was Luke’s building. As soon as we’d stopped, Luke flung himself out of the car and raced around to my side. Before I could even step out, he grabbed me by the waist and threw me over his shoulder. “Ahh!” I screamed. “Luke!” But suddenly I was being fireman carried up three flights of stairs. I giggled and kicked and insisted that it would be faster if I just walked, but to no avail. The only response I got was a firm slap on the ass and an admonishment to quit squirming.
Luke was panting by the time we reached his front door, but even so, he didn’t put me down. As we crossed into his entryway, I had a vision of the quintessential husband-carrying-his-wife-across-the-threshold scene, except that the wife was dangling around the husband’s neck like I was dangling around Luke’s. It was distinctly less romantic.
From my inverted position, I was only able to catch a brief glimpse of the apartment as Luke booked it from the front door to the bedroom. Pretty much all I could gather was that it was an open-style loft with large windows covering one wall. Nice hardwood floors though.
In the bedroom, I was at last placed back down on my feet. With the door closed behind us, Luke wasted no time shucking the various layers of clothing from my body until I was left standing in nothing but my electric blue bra and panties.
“God, it’s even better than I imagined,” he whispered and put his hand over his heart as he stepped back to get the full view of my scantily-clad physique.
Thank you. I smiled briefly before grabbing him by the waist of his jeans. “Come here,” I commanded. Now that we were finally alone and, you know, indoors, I didn’t want to waste any more time. I wanted Luke. Like yesterday.
I popped open his top pants button while he made quick work of removing his shirt. His chest was hairier than I’d expected, but I didn’t mind it. In fact, I liked it. It made him seem more manly, virile. I pulled down the zipper on his jeans and breathed an audible sigh of relief when I saw the plaid of his boxers beneath. I hadn’t done any official polling on the subject, but I was pretty sure that every girl was secretly terrified of going home with a man and discovering that he wore briefs. Ew.
The moment his pants hit the floor, Luke scooped me up by my thighs and plopped me down on the bed. Then his big body was on top of mine. I spread my legs to let him in just before our mouths crashed violently together. Teeth clashed, tongues demanded entry, lips smashed against lips.
While pulling me up and giving my neck the mother of all hickeys, Luke reached around to unclasp my bra. I pulled it off of my arms and threw it from the bed at the same time Luke fisted a handful of my panties and tore the delicate lace clean off of me. I mean, I would have slid them off, but oh well, it wasn’t like I shopped at Agent Provocateur or anything.
By the time Luke’s boxers had been tossed aside, I was desperate to have him inside of me. Pausing momentarily, he reached over and pulled a little foil packet out of his nightstand. I was relieved that we didn’t have to have the awkward condom talk. Just because I was on birth control didn’t mean that I wanted to risk walking out of here with some STD that had been passed around a tour bus. I’d seen the type of people that had been hanging out backstage tonight and I was not super eager to wade into their sexual cesspool.
He sat back on his heels to slide on the thin latex and I stretched forward to help him. Mostly I just wanted to get my hands around the hard length that had been poking against my thighs since we were at the beach. The second the protective barrier was unrolled, Luke wrapped his arms around me and pressed me back into the mattress.
I wound my legs around him just in time to meet the tremendous force of Luke plunging into me. I cried out and so did he. But whereas his was a sound of pure ecstasy, mine was mixed with a hint of pain at being stretched so completely. It had been a while since I’d done this.
Luke gave me no time to adjust as he began to relentlessly thrust in and out. I was glad though. In some depraved way, I liked the pain. It made everything feel more urgent and sinful and it matched the intensity with which we’d been careening toward this moment all night.
We were both breathing hard, panting. Luke grabbed the headboard with one hand and lifted my butt higher with the other, altering our positions so he could slam into me even harder. “Yes!” I gasped while he called out my name. I dug my nails into his back, hanging on for dear life. There was no way anyone could categorize what we were doing as “making love.” This was fucking, pure and simple. And it. Was. Amazing.
On and on it went, our chests sliding against one another and our mouths finding each other between erratic, pleasure-filled moans, until a familiar sensation started building in my core. “Luke,” I breathed, my face buried in his neck.
He pulled me tighter. “No,” he whispered. “Not yet.”
I groaned, unsure how much longer I could hold out. His fingers tangled in the hair that clung to my sweat-soaked back. “Lyssa,” he said my name like a prayer. “You are so fucking perfect.”
I felt it the moment his body started to tense. A growl escaped his lips and he pounded his body faster against mine.
“Luke!” I screamed. The pressure building inside of me reached a fever pitch. I couldn’t hold back anymore. Couldn’t resist.
On a choked cry, my body seized up as wave after wave of absolute bliss pulsed through me. I couldn’t see. I couldn’t hear. I just existed in this moment that I didn’t want to end.
Somewhere outside of me, I was aware of Luke calling my name again while his body shuddered against mine. When I came back down from the most incredible high of my life, it was into his arms with the delicious weight of his body keeping me from floating away again.
I was spent. Completely exhausted and unable to move an inch. That was okay, though, because there was honestly nowhere else I wanted to be at the moment. Feeling sated and safe, I let myself drift off to the sound of Luke’s steadying breath and slowing heartbeat.
Crack The Shutters
I didn’t open my eyes again until morning. Muted sunlight danced across the bedroom wall through drawn curtains as I experienced only a minor episode of what I’d dubbed “the hotel heart attack,” or the sense of utter terror you feel in the split-second after you wake up in a foreign location.
But then I remembered just how I’d come to be here and whose arm and leg were draped over my own. Ahhh yes, good things had happened last night. Very good things.
I lay contentedly for a while, reliving the past twelve hours and listening to Luke’s gentle snoring, until I actually started to sweat. Luke’s body was like a heater and under the blankets it was stifling. Very carefully, I shifted out from underneath him and leaned over toward the ancient metal radiator on the wall next to the bed. If it was giving out warm air, I wanted to turn it off. Laying my hands on it, I determined that it was cold. Hmm, must have been broken. Or maybe it was just ornamental, left to preserve the old industrial charm of the apartment. Either way, letting my hands cool down on it felt nice.
I turned back to Luke, who was now lying on his back, still sound asleep and looking adorable on the other side of the bed. Well, that was quite enough of that. It was time for him to wake up and play with me. I scooched closer to him and sat up on my heels. Then I pressed my now freezing hands onto his chest. I felt his pecs seize under my palms as he startled awake and I had to stifle a giggle.
“Mmmmm,” he groaned, keeping his eyes shut tight. “Not yet,” he mumbled sleepily.
I seemed to remember him giving me the same admonition the night before, except then it had been in reference to me reaching orgasm, not waking him up. Well, I’d heeded his request then, but now he would not be so lucky.
I began running my hands up and down from his neck to his chest, refusing to be ignored. He lay perfectly still, but I knew that he was awake, mostly from the slowly growing bulge underneath the blanket.
Suddenly, his hands shot up and grabbed my wrists. Befor
e I could even blink, I was flipped onto my back and pinned under Luke’s sizeable frame. “Oof,” was the only sound that escaped my mouth.
He looked down at me with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Now what are we going to do with you, my frigid little alarm clock?” he asked, his deep voice sounding all gravelly.
I grinned and shrugged innocently. Yessss. Let the games begin.
“Hmm,” he said thoughtfully, as if he was formulating a plan. “I think the best course of action,” he went on, “is to embark on a long,” he kissed the side of my neck, “slow,” he kissed the other side, “torture of your tantalizing body until you beg me for mercy.”
I raised an eyebrow in challenge. “I’ll never beg,” I said defiantly.
He smirked. “Famous last words, L.L. It’s going to be so much fun proving you wrong,” he said as his lips touched the tender spot where my throat met my collarbone. Yes it will.
But suddenly he stopped and jumped out of bed. “Hang on,” he said before walking over to the window and throwing open the curtains. Sunlight streamed into the room behind Luke’s naked body, illuminating his silhouette and making him look like a god. Yeah, I didn’t mind the view one little bit. As he walked back over to me and climbed into bed, he raised his eyebrows and said, “I want to see the sun shining on you while I make you writhe.”
And thus began the careful onslaught of his skin against mine. My arms, my chest, my stomach, my hips, my thighs. He was like an explorer venturing into uncharted territory. There was no part of me that was left untouched by his agile fingers.
At first I reveled in it. His hands were rough and calloused from playing the guitar, and they created a delightful friction against every sensitive inch of my body. But soon the meticulous ministrations had me squirming beneath him. I wanted, needed, more and I told him as much.
“Not until I hear you beg,” he said matter-of-factly.
“Never.”
“Then we continue.”
On and on this went, for days or years even. Probably more like twenty minutes, but it felt longer. His hands grew more bold, delved deeper into forbidden areas, until soon my squirming turned into thrashing. He touched just enough to arouse me, but not enough to allow me to find release. For that, I needed something more.
“Come on Luke,” I panted, trying to pull him on top of me. His hard length was poking against my stomach, assuring me that he was just as ready as I was.
“Come on Luke what?”
“Do me!” I exclaimed.
“Do me what?”
“Luke!”
“Say my name all you want Ms. Lyons, but until I hear the magic word, this is all you get.”
“You are evil, you know that?”
“No, evil is waking someone up from a pleasant sleep by pressing your freezing cold hands against his bare skin.”
I clenched my jaw. “I regret nothing,” I said stonily.
“You will, you cheeky little wench.”
His devious hands brought me to the precipice of release and then pulled away again and again. More than once, I groaned in frustration. Finally, he lifted himself on top of me and placed himself at my opening. But still, he didn’t give me what I was looking for. Instead, he looked down at me and said, “This could all be over so quickly if you would just say that one little word.”
I wiggled myself down the mattress and tried to pull his lower back into me to complete our connection, but he was too strong.
“Say it, Lyssa,” he growled.
“No!”
“Say it!”
“No!”
“Say it!”
“Ahh, alright!” I roared. I was so frustrated, I didn’t care anymore. “Please!”
He flashed a satisfied little grin at me. “Your wish is my command,” he said, and then he eased himself the rest of the way inside of me.
I breathed a sigh of delighted relief. He felt so good. And the more than ample foreplay had erased any residual soreness left over from the night before. He set a leisurely pace, with the gentle in and out motion satisfying every spot.
As frantic and chaotic as our sex had been last night, this morning it was deliberate and luxurious, with the unhurried rhythm bordering on tantric. We moved together, kissing softly and reveling in each other’s touch for a long time. I’d been on the edge of orgasm all morning, but after a while I could tell that Luke was close too. “God, Lyssa, it’s like you were made for me,” he moaned. Then he wrapped his hands around my back and turned us over so that I was on top, straddling his beautiful body.
I put one hand on his chest and the other one near his shoulder for support. With his hands guiding my hips, I rode him until we both cried out our release. I tossed my head back while the last tremors wracked my body. Then, with him still buried deep inside of me, I flipped my head forward so that I could lean down and kiss him. My hair cascaded down the side of my neck to the bed as I braced my hands on either side of his head and pressed my lips to his. He smelled so good right now, all manly pheromones and sultry morning sex. I wanted to bury my face in his neck and breathe him in.
But before I could lower my chest on top of his, he reached up. With one hand, he cupped the side of my face and rubbed his thumb across my cheek. “You are so beautiful right now, you know that?” he asked. I knew that was probably a lie, since last night’s makeup was likely smudged all the way down to my chin by now, but his words made me smile all the same. I mean, what girl didn’t like being called beautiful?
“Yeah, well you’re not looking so bad yourself, my friend,” I said. And that was true. With his messy hair and thick beard stubble, he was sexy as hell in the morning light. Looking back, I was astounded that I didn’t think he was immensely handsome the first time I met him. Maybe he didn’t have the world’s most perfect bone structure, but his smile lit up the room and made me weak in the knees. Plus, he could make me laugh like no one else, even when he was teasing me. Especially when he was teasing me. Yep, I’d take Luke Davies over some clean-cut model any day. And thankfully, at least for the moment, that was exactly who I had.
After a while, I rolled off of him, at last breaking the connection between our bodies. I was suddenly exhausted. But after the morning workout that I’d just had, it was understandable. I was pretty sure that Luke was equally fatigued by the way he yawned while he slid his arm under me and pulled me against his chest. We lay in comfortable silence for a while until my eyelids started to feel very heavy. I wasn’t usually one for taking naps, but then again I wasn’t usually one for having sex during the daytime either. It was good to switch up the routine every once in a while. So, with Luke’s fingers running gently through my hair, I drifted off into a naked slumber.
I awoke later in the same position as I’d been in when I’d fallen asleep. I was pretty sure that Luke had slept too, but I could tell by the way he was breathing that he was awake now. I allowed my fingers to graze his hand and arm for a minute before I turned over onto my back and propped myself up on a pillow. Before I could pull the sheet over myself, Luke seized the opportunity to play with my exposed breasts by leaning over and planting light little kisses all over them. Boys and boobs. The fascination was endless.
Even though Luke seemed to be enjoying himself, I still didn’t want to overstay my welcome. On a stretch and a yawn, I said, “Well, I should probably go.”
“Hmmm,” he said as he kissed his way up from my belly button to my collarbone. “Why?”
“Umm, I don’t know,” I said. “I just feel like skulking back to one’s own apartment is what one does in these types of situations.”
He stopped what he was doing and looked up at me quizzically. “Sleeping with me warrants a ‘skulk?’” he asked. “Maybe I’m way off base here, but I thought that our combined performance last night – and this morning – is more worthy of a stride of pride than a walk of shame.”
“Oh, you can bet that I’ll be striding with the utmost pride for days to come. But I should still get ou
t of your hair. I’m sure you have other things that you want to do today.”
“L.L.,” he said. He’d been using that nickname for me since last night. I didn’t mind it. Actually, I kind of liked it. Especially since it was unique to him. “It’s Sunday. There is absolutely nothing that I want to do more than what I’m doing right now. Except maybe eat some pancakes. But that’s only so that I have the energy to do more of what I’m doing right now.”
“Mmmm, pancakes,” I said, imagining how good a short stack would taste.
“And even if I did have something else that I needed to do today,” he continued, “I still wouldn’t want you to leave. Ever.”
I smiled. “Well, that’s sweet.”
“So, what do you think?” he asked.
“…About what?” I was suddenly confused.
“About staying.”
“Oh,” I said. “I mean, sure, I can stay for a while longer.” I didn’t know why he was so eager for a commitment from me on this.
“No, I don’t just mean until lunchtime. I mean for the foreseeable future. Sleep here at night, wake up here in the morning, come back here after work. Stay.”
My heart started pounding in my chest while I stared at him blankly. “I…I don’t understand what’s going on right now. Are you asking me to move in with you? After one night?” Are you out of your mind?
He smiled. “Calm down. I’m not asking you to give up your apartment. I’m not crazy. I’m just asking you to stay at mine for a while.”
“This is insane,” I said, my voice taking on a slightly panicked edge. “We’ve only known each other since Friday.”
He sat up. “You’re right. And since Friday, I have not, even for one second, stopped thinking about you. And I’m guessing that you haven’t stopped thinking about me either,” he said. I opted to neither confirm nor deny the accusation. “Listen, Lyss, I’m thirty-four years old. I don’t want to play the same games that I played when I was twenty-four. I don’t want to wait three days to call you and then another three days to see you again. I don’t want to pretend I’m not that into you when I am. I don’t want to have to feel you out, and be non-committal, and bring a wingman for your friend when we meet up at a bar. I’m telling you right now that I like you. More than I can ever remember liking anyone. And I want to spend time with you. Like, a lot of time. Like, as much time as possible. And if that freaks you out, or you don’t want to move that fast, then that’s fine. I don’t have a pit in my basement that I’m going to throw you into or anything. But at least you know where I’m at,” he finished matter-of-factly.
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