But he didn’t. After a few soft kisses on my belly, his fingers slid up over my hips and began to tug down my panties.
I sat up on my elbows, looking down my body to where he knelt between my legs, hands resting on my hips. His hair was hanging around his face like a curtain, leaving it half in shadows, the shifting light making the pictures inked on his skin almost appear to move.
“Luka— I— I don’t know—” I stuttered out, at war with myself. A large portion of me was sooo ready to find out what all the fuss was about, and losing my virginity to Luka wouldn’t be any kind of hardship, but I was unsure. Nervous. Self-conscious.
“Just going to kiss you,” he assured me, but his voice was thick and rough, his breathing as labored as mine. “Just lips and tongue this time.”
“I—” Oh God… what if I was weird down there? What if I smelled funny or tasted funny? Those bitches waxed me yesterday… what if I’m all messed up now?
“Please? I can already smell you and it’s making me crazy,” he swallowed, looking up at me and the light hit him full-on. His expression… I don’t know that I’ll ever forget the mix of desire, longing, and hope on his beautiful face, not for the rest of my life.
With his long hair hanging down, that body, those muscles… the tension stringing him tight… this man, who looked like some ancient god of war meant to be worshipped with blood and sacrifice, wanted me.
Made me feel like a goddamn goddess, and I wondered why I would ever hold back.
Every other part of my life, I jump in with both feet, screaming a battle cry on the way, so why was I being shy about this? And with them? They’re legit into me, just as much as I dig them.
I wanted this, and I was going to take it.
I gestured to him, and he crawled back up without saying a word or expressing any type of disappointment, nothing that could possibly pressure me. Love surged through me, appreciation for him. I hooked a hand around his neck, knotting my fingers in his hair, and dragged his mouth down to mine, kissing him until his lips were red and swollen and glossy with saliva. “Get back down there and eat me out like it’s your last fucking meal,” I growled at him, nipping his bottom lip. “And don’t be stingy with that tongue, I wanna feel you fuck me with it.”
“Oh Christ,” he groaned, palming his cock as he fell back into position, practically ripping my panties from my body. “Keep your legs spread,” he demanded, harsher, gripping my knees and forcing them apart once I was bare of any covering. “Look at you, so fucking pink and wet.”
He sat back on his heels, just staring down between my legs, and I arched my back again, rolling my hips towards him as sinuously as a snake.
“Fuck…” he breathed out, watching me without touching. I ran a hand up under my shirt, pushing it and my bra up to cup my own breast, squeezing and tugging at my nipple as he watched and fisted himself.
“Lick me, Luka,” I cooed at him, sliding my other hand and circling my pussy with one finger. “Right here.” The Goddess of Seduction role took a hit as I finally got what he’d said earlier and began to giggle. “Oh fuck, I just realized what you meant by kissing—” I started to explain then lost my train of thought; a moan ripped out of my throat as his tongue swept from bottom to top once, then again, then again — each time more forcefully until he’d separated all my layers and was lapping at my most hidden places.
So slick, so wet. His tongue pressed into me, stabbing me roughly, then he was back to licking my clit, tongue flat and hard, then sucking it between his lips and flicking at it as I bucked up against him. His arms held me down by my thighs as he teased and tormented me, devouring every inch of my cunt, sucking my folds into his mouth, licking everywhere, biting softly... I twisted sideways so I could see him, see his face buried between my legs, and our eyes locked as he began to fuck his tongue into me, pressing his chin down almost painfully to get as deep as possible as his tongue wiggled and twisted and lapped at me.
He watched me watch him, seeming almost fascinated, as the most extraordinary feeling built up deep inside of me. It kept growing, enlarging before deciding to erupt, and I lost all control of my muscles, flailing and shuddering with the intensity of my orgasm. It seemed to go on forever as he licked me through it, my voice cracking as I begged him incoherently — whether to stop or keep going, I didn’t even know myself.
Too soon, I became oversensitive and covered myself with my hand, mewling something in a broken voice, and he lifted his head up to grin at me. The bottom half of his face was completely covered in me, glazed and wet in the mottled light, and he licked his lips slowly, dragging his hand over his cheeks and chin before licking his fingers clean as well.
“Fucking delicious,” he growled, crawling up my body to kiss me, letting me taste myself on his lips and tongue. It wasn’t unpleasant.
We kissed, soft and sweet, until I sank into an exhausted, sated slumber. Before I slipped totally under, he pulled the blanket up over us and slid his arm under my shoulders, tugging me into place tucked up against his side.
Chapter Seven
Spider
I gave Luka an hour and a half before I went looking for them.
Tai and Sev were still in the kitchen but when I checked on them, Rachel informed me — slightly less caustically than I’d grown used to with her — that they’d be done putting together supplies for the road in a half hour or so. Tai gave me a nod letting me know things were actually going well, so I left them to it and continued on my way.
I was having a good night, and I was in a fantastic mood.
I’d spent the last ninety minutes in my version of being a kid in a candy store, sorting through every item in the armory and the equipment storage.
At the moment, we were completely safe and secure, with every reason to think we’d be able to get a good distance away before they even realized we weren’t in Salem any longer.
And I was even feeling uncharacteristically hopeful that Azzie’s deteriorating health would turn around now that she wasn’t being overdosed on iron, but if things went south out there, we could always come back to the bunker and wait it out. I was half-tempted to insist that we not even bother to leave, just stay here indefinitely, but everyone else — and especially Azzie — was anxious to get as far away from Salem as we could.
I got it. The triplets had family waiting to rendezvous with us, and none of them had been vaccinated like our community had been thanks to Mouse. Speaking of the elusive Mouse, Tai and Azzie (and even Sev) were frantic to start searching for her; I didn’t have the personal connection they did or I’d probably be just as obsessed. And then there was Azzie’s drive to get the vaccine out there as soon as physically possible, which was admirable and I respected it, and I also knew I couldn’t hold her back from what she saw as her responsibilities without her resenting me for it.
I didn’t want her resentment. I wanted what Luka had.
He had a sleeping Azzie cuddled up against him — and based on the amount of clothing scattered around, I’m guessing they weren’t wearing much under that blanket. In fact, I’m pretty sure that was her underwear on the floor next to her boots.
“Hey.” Luka kept his voice pitched low but she stirred against him and mumbled something into his chest. He whispered something back and all I could make out was “Spider.” He motioned me over.
“What’s up?” I shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, standing next to the bed looking down on them. Luka had a Cheshire-cat grin on his face and Azzie was wiggling even closer to him.
“I told her you were here. She wants a Luka-Spider sandwich,” he chuckled, and my heartbeat kicked up. “Pretty sure she’s still mostly asleep but—”
“Totally awake,” she mumbled, half-slurring the words.
“She’s totally awake,” he agreed, squeezing her shoulder. “Do you still want that sandwich?” He leaned back so he could see her face and she made an unhappy noise and burrowed deeper, but her head was nodding. “You heard the lady: boots and g
un off, sir.”
I eyed the two of them, then checked my watch, then decided “what the fuck am I fighting this for?” and shucked off my boots and shoulder holster. I was all prepared to big-spoon it and lay down on the bed behind her but Luka repositioned them, lying on his side facing her with one arm tucked under his head, and she was shifted onto her back and blinking up at me blearily.
“Hi Spider,” she chirped, in a sleepy voice and moved closer to Luka once my knee hit the bed. “Cool,” she breathed out, eyes fluttering shut again, as I laid down next to her.
I was on top of the blanket, but close enough that my weight trapped her arm under it. I ran my fingertips over her cheek and chin, and she smiled without opening her eyes. Luka’s other arm was under the blanket, and was still wrapped around her waist, but then he moved it.
He moved it very deliberately.
I stared in fascination at the blanket as his hand made a repetitive flexing motion underneath.
Azzie writhed, her breath hitching.
I cupped her cheek and kissed her lightly, over and over, not impeding her gasps and moans.
Luka’s hand was moving faster. His eyes were closed in concentration, and he was licking his lips unconsciously.
She kicked out against the restraint of the blankets and us crowding her, trying to open her legs for him, but she was trapped on my side. She tried again, forcibly lifting her leg and flinging it over mine, dragging the blanket off of Luka completely and mostly off of her.
In the dim, blue-tinted lights coming off the aquarium, I could see that he was still wearing underwear, and she was wearing a shirt and socks, but that was about it between the two of them.
She jerked her hips up, one hand clenching the blanket between us and dragging it even farther off her, the other pressed against Luka’s abs and gripping his arm as he worked between her legs.
“Give her something to clench against,” Luka suggested, tilting his head to gesture down at his hand. “Wouldn’t hurt to stretch her a little.”
She was nearly mindless at this point, making little begging sounds in between breathless gasps. Her knee was wrapped over my legs, and she used it as leverage to press up against his fingers caressing her clit with feather-light strokes.
I slid my middle finger into my mouth, lubing it up.
“Good instincts,” he smirked, “but I doubt you’ll need it. She’s sopping wet.”
I shrugged one shoulder then felt around in the dark, secret space below where his hand played with her clit, my fingers gliding across the satiny slickness. “I see what you mean.”
I shifted down the bed a few inches so my arm and hand wouldn’t impede him, then felt around her wet slit with two fingertips as she moaned obscenely and tried to impale herself on my fingers.
“None of that,” I scolded her, getting to my knees between her legs for a better angle, and a better view. Having one side free from obstruction, she was now splayed open on the bed with her knee up by her waist.
She was glorious. Her hair had gotten loose and was spread out over the pillow, her face twisted and clenched with the force of her need. The contrast between her bare legs and pussy — with the smallest little patch of soft red curls — and the long-sleeved shirt covering her top completely, made it look somehow filthier, not to mention the grinning, tattooed biker laying beside her, fingering her clit.
I felt around a little more, circling her opening with two fingertips before sliding one in. Her hole was tight and squeezing tighter, silky wet and hot. I rotated my hand, feeling smooth ridges, then went deeper as she moaned and pressed her heels into the bed, pushing against me. When I found it, that distinctive little rough patch, I curled my finger up and pressed on it as she bucked frantically and tried to force me deeper. I withdrew my finger against her protests, then slid it back in, this time with a friend, feeling her stretch around me.
The second both fingers pressed up in the come-hither gesture, she exploded around me with a shriek and surge of wetness as her muscles rippled and fluttered, and did their best to draw my fingers deeper and milk them for jizz, but unfortunately it was the wrong appendage.
“Jesus,” Luka eyed me with something resembling admiration. “Not sure what you did, but she didn’t come like that on my tongue.”
I smiled down at my hand and muttered, “G-spot.”
“Huh,” he nodded. “Never found one of those before — never really went looking though either. Maybe you can show me sometime? I’d like to make her black out from coming so hard too.”
“Sure,” I agreed, feeling a little sorry for his previous partners. “No time today, because I think she’s reached her limit, but sometime.” I licked my fingers without even thinking about it, groaning at the burst of tart and sweet on my tastebuds that filled my mouth with saliva.
“I know, right?” He chuckled, running a finger deeper between her legs then lifting the glistening digit to his mouth. “Fucking delicious.”
“Like goddamn candy.” I licked my fingers, then my palm clean, then eyed her pussy greedily. “Fuck it,” I swore, diving in to lick and suck every drop until she was moaning and coming again, pushing at my head, begging no more. Only then did I peel myself away from her, wiping my face and cleaning my fingers again.
“Move,” Luka pushed against me, and I hadn’t even realized he’d left the bed. I sat back on my heels, feeling a little dazed with my cock so hard it was aching, and watched him clean her up with a warm washcloth. “You’re going to have to be the one to explain why she’s too far gone to walk,” he grumbled, but he didn’t sound angry as much as a mix of amused and irritated. “I’m not taking the blame for this.”
“As far as I’m concerned, I stopped by to tell you two it was time to get up, and found you like this.” His mouth dropped open and he stared at me in amused horror as I grinned smugly. “Who do you think they’ll believe?”
“Me,” Azzie groaned and we both startled, not realizing she was awake. “And God help anyone who tries to give either of you shit about this, because I. Will. Cut. Them.” She sat up gingerly and moved her legs together, wincing. “I think I might’ve strained a muscle or two,” she whined, “it’s been awhile since I’ve tried touching my ankle to my ear.”
“Is that— is that a thing you can do?” Luka asked in such hushed reverence that I burst out laughing, Azzie giggling along with me.
“Yes it is,” she finally said, stunning me to silence, “but like I said, it’s been awhile. I had to cut back on the really dramatic yoga poses because my joints were all fucked up. But hopefully I can work back up to that… seems like something you’d be interested in,” she finished coyly, smirking at both of us.
I nodded, dumbly, and realized Luka was doing the same.
“Gotta say, enjoyed all of that immensely,” she dragged herself to the end of the bed and sat, looking around at all the clothes scattered on the floor with a grimace. “Should probably shower again,” she mumbled under her breath, pushing her hair off of her face. “Eh.”
“I enjoyed it too,” Luka slid up next to her and grappled her into a side hug, going so far as to shove his knee under her legs so she was curled up and practically on his lap. He ran his nose up along her cheek, kissing her on the temple, and tucked her head under his chin. “Best nap I ever had.”
He couldn’t see how she closed her eyes and smiled softly, but I could. I almost felt like I was intruding on them, even though I’d been just as involved—
A hand hooked onto my arm and dragged me in. I nuzzled into her neck, breathing in the scent of her hair, trying not to grope Luka awkwardly. “Me too,” I mumbled against her skin. “Even though I didn’t get to nap at all.”
“Yeah… I could sleep another twelve hours or so.” Azzie sighed, kissed me, then let us both go. She climbed to her feet and crossed the room to a bright blue dresser with white daisies for drawer pulls, and I enjoyed the view of her naked, pale ass and long legs as she dug out a pair of fresh panties and pulled th
em on, then returned to us for her pants. “I’m going to need about twenty minutes to pack myself, and another twenty for Mouse, then I can take care of the lab stuff.”
I met Luka’s eyes as she sat down and put on her boots, and he looked as confused as me. “Mouse?”
She looked between us, with a determined — almost angry — expression. “Yeah, I’m not leaving her stuff behind here. She’s going to need it when we find her.”
“Okay, sure,” I agreed, and headed for the door. “Forty minutes. I’ll make sure everyone is ready.”
“Did everyone get weapons?” she asked, a line beginning to form between her brows as if all the stress was starting to reform right above her, ready to land like a weighted blanket over her shoulders.
I turned and came back to where she was sitting, crouching down so we were eye level. “We’re bringing food — Tai and Sev are getting all that together right now — but we also need to be prepared to hunt-and-gather for ourselves if shit goes sideways. I picked out a couple long guns to go along with your dad’s rifle. Sev is going to bring one of the compound bows in case we need something ranged and silent, Sasha says he’s had practice.”
I glanced over at Luka and he was nodding with a smug grin. “Yeah, he’s good with a bow. And a flail, and a giant-ass sword because my brother is a nerd.”
“Jason and Ryan both insisted on having shotguns — after I completely nixed the AK-47s they picked first.”
Azzie nodded, the side of her mouth curling up, and she seemed to be sitting a little straighter.
“All set with handguns too, a mix of 9MM pistols as main weapons and everyone has a backup. I took two Glock G48s, and I’m hoping you’ll consider replacing your 26 with one of them. It’s technically a larger piece than the 19, but it’s a single stack magazine and is several ounces lighter, and I think with the right holster, it’s more comfortable to wear as well as being more accurate.” She made a face, and I shrugged. Her 26 was fine for now, and I could work on her about the G48 later if it seemed important. “We all have belly band or shoulder holsters, and ankle holsters for the backups. Plus everyone took at least one survival knife. Sasha said that Sev prefers knives to guns, so we grabbed him a selection of them — there are so fucking many knives in that armory, but is it a problem that we’re taking so many?”
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