by Liz K. Lorde
Her lover laughed a small, tired laugh, “Because of me or the cooking?”
“It can be both,” she harped. “So how long do I get to keep you all to myself?” She asked, kissing along the nape of Luke’s neck.
“Well if you keep that up…” he turned the heat on the stove down and turned around, coiling his arms around Jasmine’s waist and pinioning her against his person. His lips found her own and when they met, electricity flowed freely through Jasmine’s body – she found herself locked in a moment of warmth and bliss. She felt an ache between her legs as their lips began a long, slow dance. Luke pulled away, “I might never wanna leave.”
Jasmine glanced over at the piping hot skillet, prompting Luke to turn and curse beneath his breath. “So long as you don’t burn anything down, stay as long as you like, cowboy.”
Luke turned off the stove and moved the skillet away from the burner.
“But you have to tell me what’s going on.”
He turned around and flashed that tired, familiar smirk. “Always a catch with you.”
“Always.”
“Let me put it this way, I’ve been wanting to break away from the Club for some time now – do my own thing. This?” He pointed out the mark on the back of his neck. The sight of it still sickened Jasmine to her core. “That was a warning. Last night, I said fuck the warning.”
“For Gabriel?” She looked up into his eyes, searching them carefully.
“For Gabriel,” he affirmed. “Sexton, obviously, and Benny – we did it for him. After you pointed it out, I knew in my gut who did it.”
There was a dark pit forming in Jasmine’s stomach then. “Should…should I be worried? I mean, am I in danger just by association?”
Luke brought a hand to Jasmine’s face and brushed her cheek with the back of his knuckles. It felt good, strangely cool to the touch – but causing a blossom of warmth in her chest. “I’ve got Sexton and Benny on the inside, they’re gonna tell me if anything is going to happen or not. Any detail, I’ll know it. The only people that know about you, aside from Kayla—“
“You talk about her like she’s just something that we can brush under the proverbial rug.”
Silence befell the kitchen, aside from the faintest hiss of the skillet. Luke raised his chin almost imperceptibly, “My guys are keeping tabs on her too. She’s been holed up in that house for days at a time; she’s scared and she should be.” Luke pinioned Jasmine against his body, looking deep into her eyes.
The air around Jasmine felt electric, and the bones in her body became heavy with a surreal mixture of love and lust. How his presence made her feel, how his closeness made her fly – it was nothing short of sublime.
“They should all be afraid of me,” he whispered, dark as dusk, his lips drawing closer and closer still to Jasmine’s.
She felt the irresistible pull and moved in accordance to Luke’s grave tempo. Even when my mind screams that I should be worried, the pounding rhythm of my heart convinces me you’re worth the risk. “Why?” Jasmine crooned.
“Because I have someone to lose.”
His lips were on her hard and deep, giving way to a long and slow kiss.
Jasmine brought her hands to his face and moaned against him. She felt the hot kiss of lust between her legs, a dull, throbbing ache that demanded her attention. Pulling away from her lover’s lips, Jasmine let a hand trail down his muscled chest all the way to his crotch – feeling the tightness of his manhood against his pants. “You’re going to have way too much fun hiding away,” she teased.
Luke smiled, picking her up in one fell swoop and bringing her up to his waist, eliciting a squeak, “Bet your ass I am.” He carried her over to the kitchen wall and set her back down with such ease, she felt like a plaything in his grasp. Jasmine looked up into the man’s intense eyes, dark waves of pleasure crashing against her core – a heat rising and growing for every heartbeat that passed.
He leaned in and his lips were on her, coming together in a hungry dance of wet and warmth; electricity circling between them effortlessly. She felt it in her breasts, she felt it against the soles of her feet and on the ends of her toes. Perfect, she thought. She could get used to this, the insatiable need of her man – the unending hunger of her own perverted lusts.
Jasmine felt the man’s hand then, as it went for her breast. It pressed and kneaded at her tit, against her bra – and before long Luke stripped her of her top, tossing her bra to the side. Her breasts spilled out, and it felt good for them to be free, finally. Her nipples had quickly become hardened buds when Luke’s fingers found them, rubbing her nipples between the ends of his fingers – pinching and teasing and tasting her areolas.
“Fuck, Luke,” Jasmine susurrated.
His tongue flicked along the ends of her hardened nipples, his mouth sucking along them and making a wonderful popping type noise when he managed to remove himself, his eyes locked on Jasmine’s. “Sorry love,” he replied in that husky, lustful tone, “just can’t get enough,” he growled. After a moment, he pushed Jasmine to her knees, pressing her face against the bulge of his crotch – hidden just behind his pants was his oh-so delicious cock.
“Getting nice and hard for me, I see,” Jasmine commented, unbuttoning and zipping the man’s pants, a smirk gracing her lips. She batted the lashes of her eyes to try and give the man a sultry, dirty look.
He brought his hand to her cheek and brushed in affectionately, a wolfish, hungry grin evident on his face, “Always, babe, always. Now get on this fucking cock,” he ordered, springing his hardness loose from his boxers and grabbing a fistful of Jasmine’s hair. He brought her lips to the head of his cock and pushed her down a couple of inches on it.
Jasmine moaned as she took the hardness of the man’s lengthy cock. She felt the folds of her pussy becoming honeyed with lust, the smell of Luke making her drunk on her own perverted nature. She was happy to suck him, it made her feel good to know that she was making him feel good – made her feel sexy to be wanted, and even sexier knowing that she could bring the man to his knees, just by making him come. She bobbed down further along the man’s great shaft, letting her full, luscious lips descend and cover every inch – her tongue gliding along the length of Luke’s cock and soaking it with her saliva.
Luke threw his head back, pushing his hips forward and making a manly sort of noise. He cursed and praised Jasmine then, forcing her all the way to the end of his dick.
Jasmine spurted and gagged for a heartbeat of time, forcing herself off of the man’s cock and letting the trail of spit and pre-cum bridge the gap between her lips and his hardness. She fretted that he was too big, but Luke could only assure her, sweetly, that she was such a good girl – and that she could take it.
“If you can’t take it,” he warned, “I’m going to have to use your little cunt.”
“No,” Jasmine breathed, feigning fear. She got up from her knees and backed up along the wall. “It won’t fit,” she protested.
Luke turned her around and pinioned her against the wall, lifting her ass up a bit and smacking it against her jeans, “I’ll make it fit, my naughty little whore,” he growled, beginning to remove Jasmine’s pants.
She shimmied out of them, butterflies and warmth and a ball of need all forming just behind her clit. It felt like her nipples were more sensitive than usual, and she could feel a hot pulsing kind of feeling against them, linked to the growing need of her clit. “It’s too much,” she whined, a breath escaping her lips – she brought a hand down to her pussy and rubbed along the wet spot she had made against her panties.
“Mmm, I think your cunt can take it, baby,” Luke argued, bunching up her underwear and ripping it off of her person, the sound of it cutting filling the kitchen.
Jasmine gasped, and a fresh wave of heat shot through her like a drug. Fucking Christ that’s hot, she thought. I’m so wet I could drown his fucking face in it right now. “Luke…” she begged for his hardness then, the anticipation of feeling his sword f
ill her sheath was almost too much to handle.
And then it hit her. That first inch. Just the tip of the man’s cock sent shivers along her body, and she made a tiny little wail – cursing like a sailor at feeling his wonderful sex penetrate her. It felt good to be used, good to be violated by the thing that she loved – by the man that she found herself so wrapped up in most would count it as a flaw.
But she did not care. Flawed or not, messed up or non-traditional. She loved the man.
“Yeah you like that?” He asked, pushing his hips forward another few inches and letting his cock fill Jasmine all the way.
“Oh god,” she cried, the man’s cock hitting her in all the right places. Her walls hugged along his cock tightly, making it slick with her honeyed lust. She could picture it now she was so fucking wet, the sight in her mind of her own juices dripping down his shaft, rolling along the man’s balls and dripping to the floor.
He went into her repeatedly like she were his to use. Stabbing into her pussy mercilessly and grunting and praising with every pounding motion. He grabbed a fistful of her hair again and fucked her hard. It was good that she was on the pill, because when she got like this there was no way in hell she was going to tell him to stop.
“I-I’m close,” she whimpered, quickly realizing that she was more than just ‘close’. She felt the contractions in her pussy, felt the heat take her body and a tightness consume her whole. Her nipples felt alive with energy, along with her clit – that ball of need shooting out of her – juices rolling from her filled pussy lips. She cried out long and loud, her feet curling up and her body shivering against the wall; she felt weak and unable to stand, but Luke kept her steadied and fucked her for another half a minute, coming hard inside of her.
He groaned and a hoarse voice left his throat, calling out Jasmine’s name.
Fuck me, she thought. Next time I won’t be able to stand.
Monday
The warmth of Luke’s naked body against Jasmine’s made her sweat. How was it possible for a man to have so much body heat? They ate pancakes topped with whipped cream and blueberries, lazing around on the couch. After they finished breaking their fast, Luke saw fit to spray the whipped cream over Jasmine’s naked body – causing her to scream to the high heavens and curse aloud. “Stop it! You cruel man.” She struck him playfully with her hands.
He gave a mocking smile and prevented her from getting away. “Please, continue to tell me just how evil I am,” Luke placed a dollop of the cream over one of Jasmine’s pointed nipples. His mouth found her stiff bud, cleaning it of the cream.
Jasmine moaned soft and low as she felt his tongue lick across her nipple, his mouth warm and wet mouth sucking her nipple clean.
Tuesday
“I can’t believe you like this crap,” Luke complained, reaching his hand into the bowl of golden, buttered popcorn. The smell of it delighted Jasmine’s nose.
“You don’t even watch movies,” she countered, pushing him a bit on the shoulder.
“I don’t watch them because they’re all horrible.”
“How can you even say that?” She raised her brows, picking up a few pieces of popcorn and placing them in her mouth. “You’re the most uncivilized man in history, I swear it.”
“Yeah you find me one movie that I like, just one – maybe then I’ll admit to being ‘uncivilized’.”
Jasmine chortled, “Just one huh? Challenge accepted.”
Luke rolled his eyes, “Did I just make a big mistake or something?”
She gave nothing away, only mentally going down the list of must-sees in her mind.
“Jasmine,” he said.
“Shh!” She practically hissed, pointing towards the TV. “You’re going to miss the best part.” Prince Prospero, played by Vincent Price, came on screen just then – Jasmine watched with much anticipation, her dainty hand gripping Luke’s.
Wednesday
Surfing her laptop, Jasmine glanced over at Luke who was talking on his phone to one of his guys. He was leaning against the column leading into the kitchen, “Still nothing?” He asked.
Jasmine scrolled through the search results on amazon, putting a few select items into her cart that she thought might be worthy of putting on her body. He should like these, she thought. Or at least, I hope that he does.
Luke nodded his head and his eyes flicked over to Jasmine. “Well I’m starting to feel uncomfortable about the whole thing, the next time you see her leave I want you to B and E. Read her papers, check her calendar and appointments – just get anything you can; I’ll text you some of her passwords, if she hasn’t changed them yet.”
He must be talking about that crazy bitch. I hope she rots in that self-imposed prison, even if I didn’t want him to kill her – I still think the world would be a better place if her skin never had the chance to touch daylight.
Later, in the evening, Luke casually wondered aloud what happened to the figurine of glass that he had gotten Jasmine. She felt the redness in her cheeks start to show and skirted around the truth, opting to tell him that she ‘lost it’ when she took it with her one morning to work. She pressed him down against the bed, her fingers moving along the length of his rock hard chest and kissed his lips, telling him that it didn’t matter – that he was the best gift to be given.
Warmth bloomed in Jasmine’s heart when he returned the sentiment and pulled her into him by the cheeks of her ass. As the hours meandered on by, they watched some of Jasmine’s favorite horror movies: Nightmare, Friday, Saw, Occulus; not to mention more of the Vincent Price classics. She was surprised at how patient, even for as much as he did complain, Luke was – he sat through every last one, even admitting to enjoying a couple of scenes here and there.
Still, a niggling sense of doubt ate away at the confines of her soul. Her very bones creaked it in whispers before sleep would take her – the darkest reaches of her mind mocked her with the simple, dreadful prospect.
The happiness cannot last.
Thursday
Raking her hand through the curls of her raven hair, Jasmine eyed her toothbrush and lazily reached a hand out to grab it – ignoring the heaviness in her stomach. She brushed her teeth until the paste began to foam and she brushed her hair, she found it more entertaining to do both of these things at the same time rather than separate.
Spitting out the mouthwash, Jasmine wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and padded from the bathroom into the bedroom, wearing only the black silk of her panties – her full, sun-kissed breasts swaying with her every step. Luke was laying there sprawled out on the bed, completely naked save for his boxers. She smiled to herself and climbed up onto the bed, crawling lackadaisically over to him.
It was amusing, even men as hard and badass as a one percenter like Luke couldn’t hide the fact that at the end of the day – he was still just a man; a man who needed rest, who looked cute and peaceful in the morning light.
Jasmine planted a series of kisses down his jaw, feeling the light scruff along his face. She brushed her nose along his neck and made soft little sounds in response to his own, trailing her hand down the pectorals of his chest and pulling teasingly on his small nipples.
When he groaned and rolled over flat onto his stomach, Jasmine narrowly avoided an early grave by scooting out of the way.
What a way that would have been to go. Suffocated by sexiness. Jasmine’s eyes fell onto Luke’s back, admiring the tattoo of the grizzly bear and the constellation of Ursa Major. Slowly she worked her way up to the nape of his neck and a pang of sorrow hit her square in the chest. He’d told her in great detail the pain behind the marking, sometimes she wished that he hadn’t.
Jasmine crawled over behind the man and coiled her arms snugly around his person, resting her chin softly against his shoulder.
Friday
Kate moved her top hat across the board and then Luke scooped up the dice. Jasmine had picked out the cannon as her piece, and Luke had selected the dog. The three drank a mix of amar
etto and wine coolers, argued over what they should listen to on the radio – and had their fun with Kate’s puppy Johan. When they were good and loose from the liquor, Jasmine and Kate shared some of the more embarrassing stories that they had over the years in med school and in the medical field itself.
Luke said that most of his stories would have to come from his younger years, as most of his recent activities were far from what one would call acceptable to a woman’s ears; let alone anyone’s.
She stayed the night and when the rain began to pour something fierce, Jasmine heard a knock on the door – her head aching dull with the embrace of intoxication. Kate asked if she could sleep with them, and it seemed perfectly agreeable at the time; so she let Kate inside, let her slip between Luke and Jasmine, and the three drifted into a slumber beneath the pattering rain above.
Jasmine’s last fleeting thought before sleep could take her, was that she felt loved.
Saturday
She ran her fingers through his scalp, letting the shampoo turn into a rich lather. Jasmine pushed Luke’s head back a bit and ran her fingers through his hair once more, the water washing the soap away. She felt his hand on her ass, felt it pull her close to him – their wet bodies pressed together, a heat formed between them.
Luke’s cock grew hard and pressed up against Jasmine’s stomach; she felt a dull ache between her legs and their lips found one another’s in a hot embrace.
He cleaned her body, doing his fair share of pawing and grabbing and sucking.
Though they had discussed it before, she saw it fit to ask again if they could maybe sneak out together for a couple of hours. Luke had not changed his stance on the matter, and even though there was some disappointment in her heat, Jasmine well and clearly understood that it was a risk that could not be taken.
Sunday
“You smell like cauliflower,” Luke mumbled.
“W-what?”
He grumbled something unintelligible and moved his one hand up Jasmine’s chest, squeezing her breast.