by Liz K. Lorde
The elevator came to the ground floor and rang ‘pleasantly’ as it opened. Jasmine shook her head and spun on her heel, leaving as quickly as her feet would carry her.
Chapter Twelve
Luke
He had brought a book today and spent most of his morning reading The Princess Bride to Gabriel, while juggling phone calls between Sexton, Benny and the Darkbrigners President, Fenris.
Come on man, I need you here – I need you to wake up. Luke’s eyes fell somberly on his friend, before moving back to the book and reading it aloud. He hoped that maybe if he heard a familiar voice, a familiar book, that maybe it would reach some part of him. He had to believe that, had to have something that he could do to try and control something that was out of his reach.
Somewhere in the back of Luke’s mind, he remembered that this was his brother’s favorite book as well. There was a hand then, that gripped his heart – Luke had to banish the thought and stop for a heartbeat.
I miss you, bro.
Luke apologized out loud and then began again. He knew that Jasmine wouldn’t be out until later tonight; and he wanted every minute that he could get with her before doing what had to be done. His bones ached for it, his mind went in circles and a hollow feeling plagued him. There will be blood, he thought, they will scream and when they do I’m going to look them in the eyes. I’m gonna look them in the eyes I swear to you I will, and I’ll tell them no, not today – there’s not going to be mercy, or a quick death; it’s going to be two things.
Pain. Suffering.
He heard his phone go off, Red Sun Rising’s The Otherside playing – his heart jumped in his chest and his veins became fire made flesh. “Heh, sorry Gabe,” he placed the book on his nearby table and brought the cell to his ear. “Hey there beautiful, missin’ me already?”
Shit, I don’t like that tone. Luke listened carefully, patiently, as his girl explained what happened to her today – he wanted to scoop her up and hold her tight, to take in all her pain and wash it all away.
He felt a fresh stab of pain when she started to tear up, “I’ll come get you,” he offered.
“No it’s okay,” she replied, “I’ll meet you at Gabriel’s?”
“Yeah, I’ll be there soon baby, just hang in there, okay?”
There was a brief, curious moment of silence. “Okay,” she finally said, as though she had to give herself permission to accept his sympathy.
Luke pocketed his phone and picked up his jacket, pushing his arms through the sleeves – it was always a tight fit, but it was his, and it always would be. “Sorry man, I’ll be back to finish it though, promise,” he grabbed the paperback copy of the book and placed it at Gabriel’s side, squeezing the man’s hand and giving him one last look.
He couldn’t look long, the anger began to roil inside, and all his thoughts and feelings turned to hate. The need for revenge pumped through him, thick and full.
***
Jasmine was sitting on the stoop just outside Gabriel’s place when Luke pulled into the driveway. Killing the engine of his bike, he swaggered over to her and wrapped his arms around her nice and tight, letting her sink into his chest. She clung to his body like he were her life raft. Luke could feel her breath on him as she breathed him in. He picked her up easily and carried her in his arms, reaching into his pocket to pull out the set of house keys.
Using just his foot he kicked open the door to the master bedroom and placed her delicate figure down onto the soft bed, climbing on top of her and placing his fingers on her face. He’d been without her touch for far too long, and he could already feel that hot ball of need growing at the base of his cock.
He had to have her.
But he kept himself in check, or at least, as best as he could. His lips brushed against her own, looking into her darling green eyes – all beautifully stained with water. Luke kissed her long and deep, caressing the sides of her face and running his fingers through her gorgeous, curly, raven colored hair. His lips went at her again, this time stronger, harder, a hunger deep in his chest stirring and the base of his cock grew hotter. He could feel invisible fingers pressing against his chest, and before he knew it he was smiling.
Jasmine whispered his name, so softly and sweetly that Luke swore the heavens would be envious, should they ever be so blessed to hear her voice. She brought her hands up Luke’s side, feeling all around his backside as he kissed her lips and down her neck.
“It’ll be alright,” he promised in a soft voice between affections, feeling her hand on his ass, “promise.”
“I hope so,” she worryingly confided, her iris a longing canvas.
Luke removed her top, letting his fingers dance along her supple skin – loving the feel of her flesh on the tips of his fingers. She was warm and delightful, every inch of her velvet. Each inch of her sent waves of pleasure through him, an electricity tingling through his person. She was his addiction, his drug.
His everything. Luke undid her dark blue bra slowly, unhooking it with great care – looking deep into her eyes. He tossed the bra to the side, revealing Jasmine’s full, glorious breasts; they were sun-kissed and inviting, practically begging to be touched. Luke placed his hand on one, kneading it languidly in his hand, indulging in the softness and the warmth.
She moaned at his touch, and in turn her little moans made his cock all the harder; he groaned low and deep from within his chest. God she’s got the most amazing body, am I really stupid enough to love…every little inch?
Luke suddenly felt like half a fool. He was falling hard for this girl.
He was in love. More than he ever realized. His fingers found her nipple, lavishing it with attention until it turned into a wonderful, stiff bud – he flicked it lightly, playfully, and was rewarded each time with another cute, lustful noise from Jasmine.
Her hands pulled at Luke’s jeans, pining to get them off.
He obliged her wants and unbuttoned them, peeling them off and disposing of them – revealing the hard bulge in his underwear, it’s thick outline proudly on display for her eyes to admire.
She sucked in a deep breath at the sight of it, biting down on her lower lip. I know she wants to take it in her mouth, but I’ll make her wait – more fun that way.
Luke smirked and brought his mouth to Jasmine’s nipple, rolling his tongue around her hardened bud – sucking and biting down some on it, then doing the same to her whole breast while his hand gave attention to the other. After having his fill, he moved slowly back up her neck with kisses, biting along the way, harder and harder with each passing moment. His cock was swollen and in great need now, his heart aflutter when he reached his hand between Jasmine’s legs. He glimpsed the faint scar across her neck and paused a moment, kissing all along it – and then moved over to her right shoulder, making sure to place his affections on that scar as well.
Deftly, he slipped that hand beneath her pants, feeling along her sex against her panties – rubbing and teasing, loving the way she felt. Fuck yes, get wet for me baby girl. “Mm, you’re naughty today, I can feel how badly you want this dick.”
“I need it,” she mewled, “I’ve been thinking about it ever since our date.”
Luke chuckled, “I bet you have, not a day goes by where I don’t feel the need to be inside of you,” he felt a hot pulse through his cock, his balls shifting and becoming firm. Luke kissed his way down Jasmine’s bare chest and midsection, pulling off her pants and sliding off her blue panties.
The lips of her delicious pussy glistened with arousal. Sweet as honey, he thought. Luke spread her pussy, revealing the beauty that was her sex – he found himself unable to look away. “Beautiful as ever,” he said dark as dusk, licking the outer ends of her wet little slit before beginning to eat her out like she were a ripe fruit; he savored every drop, every word and moan and mewl that parted her lips. For every motion of his tongue and mouth against her pussy, he could feel her body writhe in ecstasy, her yes’s and don’t stops pushing him further and furthe
r – the taste of her sex made him mad with passion. He found his cock so rock hard that it became painfully distracting, and for as much as he needed to push himself inside of her tightness, he could not bring himself to stop licking.
Heartbeats passed and Luke’s jaw became wet with the clear liquid of Jasmine’s sex.
“Luke!” Jasmine cried out, “fuck you’re driving me insane,” she said, taking in a quick breath, her toes curling, “I need you inside of me, please, let me feel your cock.”
He pulled himself from her, trying to hold his inner beast at bay – trying to ignore the hardness that needed to be sated. “Not until you come for me,” he husked, going right back onto her – this time attacking her clit, giving it circles of attention with his tongue; occasionally he would pull away and jerk her wet little clit, changing from fast jerks to slow, teasing, torturous pulls.
Could a woman sound sexier? The sounds she was making were out of this world, he thought. For a brief moment he remembered how it was back in the day. Luke and the MC used to spend lots of nights railing the local groupies, tourists or what have you – and you’d hear the ladies getting off all night.
Man they’d fucking kill me if they knew her smoking ass was mine.
Jasmine let out another cry, bringing her hands to Luke’s head and pushing him against her wet sex. He could feel her starting to spasm when she finally came, her muscles contracting hard as she did.
Satisfaction spread through Luke’s body like wildfire. But he couldn’t wait any longer. He moved up and grabbed Jasmine’s legs, holding them back so that her delectable pussy, now creamy from her still-evident ecstasy, was in full reach of his cock. He brought one hand down to guide the head of his cock into her gorgeous little slit, pushing in the first few inches of his sword.
Oh, god, damn. Jasmine shook her head and protested that she was still too sensitive, but her nipples were hard, and her sex was ripe – just begging to be used; and her eyes spoke a thousand words that her mouth never could. Christ I already want to fucking come inside of her, I just want to root her and never leave.
Sheathing himself all of the way, Luke began to thrust in and out of Jasmine’s tight cunt, loving the way that her soft, warm walls clamped against his shaft. His heart began to race and his grunts came quicker and quicker still as he claimed what was his. For every stroke, he could hear the sound of his cock sloshing around the wetness of Jasmine’s beautiful pussy.
“Oh fuck,” Jasmine cried out again and again, each time her words became laced more and more with a certain wanton lust. She came against his cock several times, his growls becoming something bestial – the pleasure her pussy was giving him was unreal.
Men would straight-up kill to have a woman like her, in bed, out of bed. Period.
“Ah, fuck!” He breathed, bringing his face up close to Jasmine’s – studying her intense face as he slammed into her, her whole body shaking with his motions. “I’ve never needed to fuck someone so bad before,” he confessed through hard breaths, he spoke with every thrust now, “I need to fuck you every day.”
“Yes! Oh you fucking better,” he liked it when she cursed, made her seem just a little more naughty.
“Yeah?” He said, getting dangerously close to releasing, “you like being fucked by this cock dirty girl?”
She answered quickly, under a blissful thrall. In one last attack, Luke felt pinpricks from head to toe, a pent up energy of pleasure popping open from the head of his cock; he spurt his seed deep inside of Jasmine, reveling the release in his balls and groaning with every subtle twitch of his cock.
He could feel Jasmine’s walls milking every last drop.
***
Luke came back through the door naked with two plates of chicken fried rice, “From last night,” he said, raising his brow, “no real time to cook.”
Nodding her head, Jasmine sat up and scooted closer to the middle of the bed, pulling the blankets over her lap and taking the plate from Luke’s hand.
The two sat and ate quietly for some minutes, kissing one another and whispering sweet affections into each other’s ear. Eventually after Jasmine and Luke finished eating, he took the plates back inside and fetched water for the two of them; cradling the lithe, sun-kissed girl in his arms. “Tell me more about what happened, darling.”
She seems hesitant, Luke thought. “You remember that guy at my place? Red hair?”
“Think so.”
“Yeah, he was the guy that I was…engaging with, before we really became a thing.” It made Luke’s skin crawl to hear her say those words, just the thought of another man putting his lips on her was enough to make his chest swell in a rage. “He’s—well he was, my friend and a guide at the hospital to me. He pushed me a lot, for the better, so he knows me pretty well professionally.”
“Obviously not just professionally, I’d say he knows you about as well as a man can…”
Jasmine froze up then, seemingly shocked. She looked away and took a spell to regain her composure, “Well, okay, point taken. But yeah, our head of the hospital had him come on as a consult for my license review.”
“The one involving Able.” It hurt to even say his name, but not nearly as much before that satisfying night – he could still feel the way the man’s bones felt against his hands. The way that he screamed, and for a horrible second he felt this darkness, this sense of guilt – am I a fucking horrible person? Maybe it shouldn’t feel so good, to get revenge.
“Yeah… well Augustus decided in his,” she did little air quotes, looking cuter than I’d ever seen her. Jasmine, bleach of my eyes; stoker of my heart and stroker of my c— “professional opinion, that I needed to reflect on my actions. He could have cost me my career, even just for suggesting a suspension like that. I know the ass is lying about it too, about how it’s nothing personal.”
Really. “Why’s that?”
“I can just tell,” well you do sound sure.
Luke planted a kiss along Jasmine’s neck, a fire blooming in his chest, “Don’t worry your pretty little head,” he insisted, “I’ll make it crystal clear he needs to show you some fucking respect.”
“No, no, you don’t have to do that,” she pleaded, looking up into Luke’s eyes.
“Yes I do,” Luke held Jasmine’s tight little body closer to himself, “I’m not gonna let anyone walk over you.”
She didn’t say anything, seemingly uncertain if she wanted to press the issue. She opted to kiss him on the lips instead. There was something sad in her eyes, “You know, funny as it is, if there was anyone I’d want to show my parents to. It would have been you.”
“Well maybe I’ll get to meet them one day.”
Jasmine shook her head, “No, it’s better you don’t really. I would have just liked the satisfaction of showing Mom that I’d bagged a winner and made it is all, really.” Sounds like it’s more than that, Luke thought.
“And there’s…nothing else on your mind?” He probed, discerning that something was weighing that mind of hers.
But she shook her head and smiled, “Well there is…one thing.”
“What’s that?” Luke searched her eyes seriously, listening with great intent.
“I forgot to let you know that I’m actually the cuddle monster.” Jasmine attacked Luke’s sides with a flurry of fingers, a big, stupid smile on the girl’s face.
Damn her. He laughed and let her have her fun for a few moments before turning the tide of war and tickling her feet, eliciting shouts of ‘no’ and ‘please, please stop’ but to him it all sounded like the roar of victory. Eventually he relented and kisses along her neck, whispering in her ear, “Listen I’ve got some business to take care of tonight; I want to cut a little loose,” he brought his hand down to Jasmine’s warm pussy and rubbed it teasingly, “get dressed little one, we’re gonna hit the club.”
Jasmine let out a soft whimper, moving her hips against Luke’s hand, “Are you sure you have to go? I could just…stay the night.”
Luke
slipped a finger inside of her, feeling how tight she was for him – his lips finding her own and kissing them slow and deep. “It’s for Gabriel.”
She nodded in understanding then.
“Let’s take your car,” he instructed more so than suggested, getting up and finding his clothes.
“Why?” His eyes fell on her perfect ass.
“Because you’re gonna be my co-pilot,” he grinned, giving Jasmine a lustful look.
She put a hand to her face, her cheeks turning bright red.
Chapter Thirteen
Jasmine
I can’t believe I just did that. Jasmine could still feel the thrill of her lascivious act in her bones, an almost buzzing warmth cloaking her. She felt Luke’s hand on her ass and flinched, shooting him a look as they moved past the line of people at the entrance. “Are we cutting?” She asked curiously, “do they know you here or something?”
“Oh yeah,” Luke replied, “Jerry knows me real well.”
When the two got up to the front, two men wearing the usual attire for the Steel Knights were waiting against the wall. One of them was smoking hot, standing six foot with broad shoulders and short, brown, crew cut hair – wearing a pair of dark aviators; that was peculiar, kind of goofy considering its nighttime – but forgivable given his… assets. The other was, admittedly, still handsome, but had considerably less muscle to him. He was sharply toned from what Jasmine could perceive and had blonde hair cut into a short crop, and the crown of his head had a good deal of length, giving a stylish dichotomy of neat and tousled to his hair.
Before Luke could introduce them, the crew cut man extended a hand to Jasmine, spying a look at Luke, “So this is your honey eh? Sexton.”
Jasmine took his hand, “Hi,” she managed, impressed at Sexton’s strong grip, “I’m Jasmine—“
Before she could do or say anything else the man pulled her in and squeezed her in his embrace. She didn’t know which to feel more, agitated, excited or worried that this was too close for Luke’s comfort. “Come on now, don’t be shy,” he said and then laughed lightly.
