by Kit Reynard
Hannah bucked up into the sensation, desperate to get closer, to have more of his mouth on her. Luke obliged willingly enough as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties and tugged them down and off like he had her pants.
His mouth was back on her in the next instant. His lips sealed unerringly around her clit for a long second as he sucked slightly, only to pull back and dip down further to swipe his tongue across the length of her and then press deep. Hannah moaned and splayed her thighs wider at the feel of Luke’s tongue pushing deeper inside of her.
She felt the coil of heat in her stomach begin to wind tighter, felt it tighten as the pleasure sharpened. She was on the cusp, right there on the edge and about to tumble over into bliss, when Luke abruptly pulled away from her. She wanted to whine at the loss, even as he trailed sucking kisses back up her stomach as he emerged from beneath the blanket.
His eyes were dark, his face flushed and damp with her slickness, and hair messy from the heat of the quilt.
“Hannah.” He was panting, chest heaving and breathing unsteady.
Hannah didn’t give him a chance to say anything else, just reached up to bury her fingers in his hair and tug him down for another kiss. She could taste herself on him, a tart flavor that just made her hotter, made her ache to have him inside of her.
“Fuck me,” she demanded once she pulled back from him again. “Luke, fuck me.”
“Goddamn it, Hannah.” Luke pressed his forehead against her shoulder even as one of his hands traced across her stomach to dip further down. He skimmed a touch over her throbbing clit and went straight on down so he could press his finger inside her without any warning. Hannah hissed and arched into the feeling. His fingers were thicker than her own and filled her nicely but it wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted his cock instead of his hand.
“I don’t have anything here.” Luke rasped then, expression just a hair off anguished at the admission. Still his fingers moved inside of her, thrusting in and out in a slow but firm rhythm, as if he couldn’t help but touch her anyways. “I’m clean but we can’t … that’s too risky. I need to get up.”
The last thing Hannah wanted was for Luke to move, even if he’d only be going to the next room. Besides, it didn’t really matter. She was safe too and all she wanted was to feel him inside of her with nothing in between them.
“I’m on the shot.” Hannah arched into the hand currently tormenting her cunt with a bitten off moan, her words temporarily deserting her. She was panting worse than him when she was finally able to speak again. “Luke it’s f-fine, I’m safe too so just fuck me. Please.”
“Fuck,” Luke hissed out and suddenly his fingers were gone as he scrambled beneath the quilt to pull off the rest of his clothes. He was back in between her thighs quickly but this time Hannah could feel the blunt head of his cock as it pressed against her slit.
She wrapped her legs around his waist again and urged him even closer. They both hissed at the feel of his cock slowly pressing inside of her, bit by torturous bit.
“You’re so fucking wet and hot.” Luke groaned as he pressed forward another inch until their hips were finally flush with one another’s. “I’ve waited years to fuck you like this.”
“Don’t stop.” Hannah’s breath hitched at the feel of him inside her, at the delicious stretch of her muscles as she took him inside. If he didn’t move she was going to go out of her mind.
Like he’d had the same thought, Luke pulled back slightly and then thrust forward slowly in a move that made them both moan.
Then he did it again.
And again.
He picked up speed slowly, face buried in her throat as he mouthed at her neck and pressed open-mouthed, sucking kisses against the skin there. Hannah’s nails bit into his shoulders but she couldn’t stop herself, couldn’t bear to loosen her grip on him as he fucked her with deep, forceful strokes.
Want pooled even heavier in her stomach as she clenched around him. Like before she could feel her orgasm building, could feel that coil tightening at the base of her spine with every move he made, with every delicious thrust of his cock. She thrashed her head back and forth, hair a tangled mess around her as she gripped his shoulders tighter, nails biting into his skin.
“Hannah,” Luke panted from where he was braced above her on his forearms. “Fuck, Hannah. You’re goddamn perfect.”
One of his hands moved then to slide down between them. Hannah’s breath was knocked out of her the instant he touched her clit, swollen and sensitive to the touch. She moaned, a high pitched keening noise she’d never heard herself make before, as a flash of sensation went through her so hot it was almost cold.
Her back arched, her breath caught, and her vision whited out as she came. With a small, chocked off shriek Hannah clawed carelessly at Luke’s back, too far gone to care if she scratched him.
Hannah only had a few seconds to gather her breath back, body loose and practically boneless as little aftershocks struck her system, before Luke was moving. His hand clamped down on one of her thighs as he shifted her leg up higher and the rhythm of his hips stuttered, strokes going rough and uneven. Finally he pressed forward one last time, hips flush with her own, his cock a throbbing heat deep inside of her.
Hannah arched up into the move as best she could, eyes trained to his face so she could watch as his pleasure overtook him. His eyes squeezed shut, his mouth dropped open the tiniest bit, and beneath her hands his muscles abruptly went rigid as he came.
They were both breathless when he collapsed down on top of her, only to roll to the side to sprawl out on the pallet beside her. For a long moment the air around them was filled with the sounds of their panting, the crackle of the fire, and the wind outside buffeting the windows.
Hannah was unsurprised when Luke stirred first. He rolled towards her, pressed a quick kiss to her still panting mouth and reached down to tug the quilt back up around her shoulders from where they’d knocked it down.
“Be right back.” He kissed her again, soft and sweet, and then pushed himself up off the pallet. She couldn’t choke back her slight laugh at the way he cursed when the colder air hit him. He disappeared into the bathroom and came back with a washcloth a few seconds later, hurrying back over towards the fire to slip back underneath the quilt beside her.
Slightly embarrassed, Hannah let him clean her off before he tossed the rag to the side with a careless gesture. She went willingly when he reached for her and tugged her close to his side until she could sprawl across his chest. One of his hands came up and stroked through her hair, fingers careful of any tangles he found.
“That is one hell of a way to wake up,” Luke mused quietly after a few minutes.
“I’m not complaining.” Hannah laughed, unable to disagree in the slightest and too happy to try and play coy or pretend otherwise.
“I hope not, pretty girl,” Luke teased her. “Or I’d have to try and convince you otherwise and honestly I’m not sure I could at the moment. You damn near killed me, woman.”
“Shut up.” Hannah swatted lazily at his side even as she smiled against his chest.
“It’s true. My back looks like I went six rounds with a tiger.” He tugged lightly at her hair. “Animal.”
“You’re horrible, I hope you know that.” Hannah turned enough so that she could prop her chin on his chest and look up at him.
“It may never heal right.” Luke’s voice was playfully mournful as he carried on the joke. “I may be scarred for life.”
“This was a mistake.” Hannah buried her face in his chest with a light groan, unable to keep the smile from blooming across her face at his teasing. It felt right, comfortable and good, to be so playful with him after so much drama and so many hurt feelings in so short a time. “I take back everything.”
“Oh no.” Luke nudged her until she shifted and then he rolled them both until he was hovering over top of her again. “I’ve got you now and you’re not getting rid of me anytime soon. You’re stuck wi
th me now, pretty Hannah.”
Hannah leaned up far enough to kiss him, helpless to do anything else because getting rid of him was the last thing she wanted to do.
She finally had him after what felt like forever and she planned on keeping it that way for as long as she could.
****
Luke kissed Hannah back, soft but deep and passionate, before he rolled them again so that Hannah was sprawled across his chest, her breasts pressed against him. He reached down and fixed the quilt they’d managed to mess up, and then lay back with one arm bent beneath his head on the pillow. The other hand was busy stroking lazy patterns down Hannah’s bare back.
So much had happened in so little time and Luke knew there was more to come. As soon as the storm cleared enough for the others to leave their cabin they’d realize Hannah was gone, if they hadn’t already. He knew he’d be seeing at least Jamie when that happened and things were bound to get interesting after they realized that Hannah was with him.
The ride back down the mountain would be particularly eventful he was sure, since he had no intention of hiding the fact that Hannah was his now. Plus, there was the fact that he had little doubt that now that the hurt had been given a chance to settle a bit, Hannah’s temper would be making an appearance soon.
So the ride would be interesting and probably loud with all of them piled in his SUV but Luke didn’t care.
They’d fucked up and hurt Hannah all on their own so they’d have to handle the consequences when the time came. Luke would, of course, be on Hannah’s side and more than ready to step in if she needed him to.
For now all though he cared about was enjoying his time with Hannah and relishing the beginning of their relationship. The relationship he’d wanted for a lot longer than he liked to admit.
Everything else was secondary and he wasn’t going to worry about it even if it did go against his nature to not handle things head on like he normally did.
After all, if there was one thing Luke had discovered, it was that sometimes it paid to be a little bit reckless.
The End
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