“I’m sorry that I didn’t listen to you earlier,” Shayla said.
Luke shook his head. “Don’t worry about it.” He gestured to her plate. “Eat up.”
“Are we in a rush?” Her eyes begged him to take her. And god, how he wanted to.
“Yeah, we are.” He met her gaze, shooting sparks between them. With his eyes still on hers, he pulled his phone from his pocket and quickly found the number for the closest hotel. She picked up her sandwich and chewed, curiosity all over her face.
“Hi,” Luke said when a woman picked up. “I’d like to book a room for two. For tonight.”
Shayla’s eyes widened, and she seemed determined not to blink. Luke smirked at her as the woman on the phone confirmed his booking and took his details. When he hung up, Shayla was already downing back the rest of her coffee.
“I’m ready to go,” she said.
“Then get your ass over to the car.” Luke dropped some cash on the table and rose.
Shayla followed, her steps shaky with anticipation. The tight skirt she wore had been driving him crazy all night. She had such a smackable ass. He hadn’t spent nearly enough time with her last time around. Tonight he wouldn’t make that mistake.
The chilly air outside did nothing to stifle the fire burning inside Luke. He had a feeling it was the same for Shayla. The two of them slid into her car and buckled up. Shayla’s eyes were on the road in front of her. Luke’s eyes were on her.
She pulled out of the parking lot, and Luke gave her directions. When she got onto the main road, he couldn’t resist any longer. He just had to have a feel.
Luke reached over the center console and rubbed his hand on her thigh, feeling the smooth expanse tremble under his touch. He crept up further, seeking the hem of her skirt. Shayla’s eyes darted down to his hand, but she maintained her gaze of the road.
God she felt so good.
There wasn’t much room between the skirt and her legs, but Luke was able to wedge his hand up in between her thighs, eliciting a gasp from Shayla. The tiny inhale was so sexy that Luke felt himself harden. He could have fucked her right now if he wanted to—but that would have to wait.
For now, he continued his journey up into the damp warmth of her sex, not stopping until he reached the fabric of her panties. He gave the tiniest of strokes to the material, feeling her twitch and smiling. His fingers pulled aside the small scrap of material, and he finally had access to the hot flesh underneath.
“I’ll crash the car,” Shayla breathed, her cheeks flaming red.
“No you won’t,” Luke replied. “If you crash this car, you won’t get to feel my cock in you. And you want that, don’t you?” To punctuate his words, he probed between her folds with his index finger. She was already so wet, her slickness welcoming him.
“Yes,” she moaned.
He growled with delight.
Luke continued to slide across her skin, stroking her clit and slipping a finger against her entrance, but never entering. He would have that pleasure soon.
Shayla pulled up at the hotel and Luke took away his hand, giving her a devious grin as he sucked on the finger that had been stroking her. She tasted like sweet lust, and he couldn’t wait to get more. Shayla looked like she didn’t know how much more she could take.
They would test that tonight.
They slid out of the car and walked toward the lobby doors together. Luke chuckled as he saw Shayla pulling her skirt back into place. If it were up to him, she would never wear clothes. Especially not ones that were so hard to navigate.
The receptionist was the one Luke had spoken to on the phone. She seemed polite and friendly as she gave them their room keys and directed them to the second floor. Luke thanked her with saccharine sweetness while he grabbed Shayla’s ass in his firm, possessive hand.
They walked to the elevator, Luke’s cock heavy in his jeans. He felt it rub against the front of his pants, sending tremors down his spine. He wasn’t sure he could make it to the room. God, he had to have her.
The elevator was playing some sort of easy listening music, but as soon as the doors closed Luke could no longer hear it. All he heard was Shayla’s heavy breathing as he pressed her against the back wall and thrust his tongue into her mouth, holding her to him like he owned her. Maybe he did. He ground his cock into her hip and groaned, needing his sweet release.
And then the doors open.
Shayla, surprisingly, grabbed Luke by the hand and wrenched him out of the elevator. She pulled him down the hall to where their room, 214, was, and stared at him expectantly until he slid his key in the lock.
He would have commented on her anxiousness, but he was frantic too.
The door opened and they stumbled into the room, a mess of lips and tongues and teeth. Luke anchored his hands on her ass, then lifted her into his arms, walking over to the bed and throwing her down on top of it.
“Strip,” he commanded, his body burning. He pulled off his shirt and worked on his jeans, watching with interest as Shayla hastily tore off her own clothes. They stared at each other with fire in their eyes as they performed their hasty strip tease, and only once Shayla’s beautiful body was fully exposed did Luke approach her again.
He didn’t have time to explore her round and pert breasts, topped with puffy pink nipples and begging to be bitten. He didn’t have time to run his hands over her stomach and through her long, beautiful hair. He had to get inside of her.
Now.
Luke reached down and flipped her over, pulling her hips up toward him and holding her there, even though it took him a few moments to find footing. He lined up the tip of his cock with her entrance, feeling the searing heat of her pussy surround him and sighing with pleasure. She moaned and rocked back toward him, just as he plunged in to the hilt.
Shayla was like pure goddamn ecstasy, wrapped in the package of a beautiful woman. When he was inside her, the rest of the world didn’t matter. He grabbed fleshy handfuls of her hips and thrust in again, her pussy gripping him in a way that should have been illegal.
Luke couldn’t think of anything better than this. The sweet absolution he found in her body. And the moans she made that let him know he was hitting every right spot.
The sensations grew and grew, his entire body tingling. He could feel that urgency in his balls that told him to come, but he needed to feel her release first. Luke leaned over and suckled on her neck, growling with pleasure when she let out her loudest moan yet. He reached his arms around her and gathered her tits in his hands, kneading them and feeling how taut her nipples were. The way her body responded to his was amazing.
“Oh my god,” Shayla said. “Oh god. Oh god!”
Her body shook, the climax battering her like the ocean’s waves. He felt her squeeze him from inside, milking him and causing the most intense pleasure. He let out a roar and anchored his mouth on her neck, furiously thrusting in order to reach his own release.
He came and saw stars. Holding himself above her, Luke panted as he released inside of her, filling her with his seed. When he could think coherently again, he stood up and turned her back to face him, pulling her up until she was standing in front of him.
She looked like she was about to speak, but Luke crashed his mouth down on hers for one more passionate kiss. Only after he’d spent more time exploring her mouth did he come up for air.
“That was…” She grinned. “That was incredible. God.”
Luke gave her a crooked grin. “Not god. Just Luke.”
She laughed and smacked him on the arm.
“Let’s have a shower,” he suggested, guiding her toward the bathroom. “I’m sweaty.”
He turned on the water in the shower and waited for it to heat up, holding his woman to him the whole time. And she was his. She might have other plans, but he knew that he’d make her his in the end. She was everything he’d ever wanted, and she drove him wild in a way that no woman ever had. He wouldn’t be giving that up any time soon.
The ba
throom began to fill with steam, and Luke hustled Shayla into the shower. Her body was pink, flushed with the remainder of their lusty encounter. He loved seeing the effect he had on her, too. Her nipples were swollen and hard, and he rubbed his fingers across them as the water tumbled down from above.
Shayla tipped her head back into the stream and smiled, letting the water run across her face. Luke grabbed the soap from the side and unwrapped it, then began to slide it over Shayla’s body.
“I thought you were the sweaty one,” she said, giggling.
“But you’re more fun to touch.”
“I don’t know about that.” She grabbed the soap from his hand and began to lather it across his chest, her hands rubbing the suds over his arms and shoulders. Already, his cock was twitching again. But he was enjoying this moment. He enjoyed the intimacy of it. It wasn’t very often that Luke ever spent time with a person, getting to know their body, without going straight to fucking. And he wanted badly to know what kind of secrets Shayla’s divine figure held.
Luke leaned down through the stream of water and kissed her, letting the warmth cascade over him as he tasted her lips. She sighed and pressed up, kissing him too, reaching her hand down to soap up his cock. She took him in her hand, and he could tell she was surprised that he was already ready to go again.
“That’s what you do to me,” he said. “I could fuck you a million times and never be satisfied.”
Shayla groaned, working her hand down the length of his shaft. The heat of the water and the friction from her hand were glorious. Luke reached down to press his digits against her mound, feeling the hot lips glide open for him and allow him entry. He remembered how good she had tasted and suddenly needed more.
Luke pulled back his hand and reached around Shayla, turning off the shower.
“What was that for?” she asked.
He stepped out and grabbed two towels from the shelf next to the shower, tossing one to her as he dragged the other over his body. “I need to taste you again, sweetheart. And I don’t feel like waiting.”
Like a woman on a mission, Shayla rubbed herself with the towel furiously. Apparently he wasn’t the only one anxious for him to get his face between her legs.
Luke walked over and wrapped Shayla’s towel around her, ushering her out of the bathroom. He smacked her ass on the way to the bed, delighting in how he could see it jiggle even under the thick fabric of the towel.
“Get on the bed.”
She did as she was told, lying with her ass close to the edge. Luke swooped down and lifted her legs over his shoulders, kneeling on the soft carpet. He reached up and unfolded the towel so that he got an unobstructed view of her body, from the beautiful pink lips of her pussy to the creamy expanse of her throat.
He wasted no more time, leaning forward and taking his first lick. She was divine. He started out slow, teasing her with his tongue. Swirling around her clit, Luke received his first moans of encouragement. He pressed a little deeper, licking along her entrance and back up, then going through that motion again. Then he began to pick up the pace, furiously lapping at her clit, loving the way she trembled and bucked against him.
“Oh god, I’m so close!”
Luke licked even harder, holding her hips with his hands and pressing his face against her. She cried out with pleasure, her body quivering. Luke held her close as she shook, loving his front seat to her pleasure.
He began to kiss his way up her thighs, sliding up onto the bed and pulling her against him. He kissed her long and deep, exhaustion causing his eyes to feel heavy. He could tell that she was tired too, and why shouldn’t she had been? He’d just given her the ride of her life.
His cock still longed to be inside of her, but he would give both of them a rest for now. He pulled the blankets over them and snuggled up next to her. His woman. With her leg over his, her breathing deep and slow, Luke felt at peace. And peace wasn’t something that came often to him.
***
Something didn’t feel right. Something felt very wrong. Luke’s eyes shot open, but the room looked the same as it had when he’d drifted off to sleep. How long ago had that been? He looked around, but tried not to move too much so as to disturb Shayla. They’d passed out with the lights on, which made Luke smile. They must have been truly tired.
Luke looked over to the window, but it was still black outside. So it wasn’t morning yet. He gently disentangled himself from his sleeping beauty and walked to where he’d left his jeans. Fishing out his phone to check the time, Luke noticed that he had missed calls and texts from Raven.
Fuck.
Heard ur out with ur whore.
Double fuck.
Luke suppressed a groan of agitation. How had she known? Surely they hadn't been followed. He slipped on his jeans and walked over to the window. Sure enough, Raven’s two brothers were sitting outside on their bikes, smoking what was probably their second pack of the night. They saw him as soon as he approached, and waved him down furiously.
Triple fuck.
Luke was tired of this shit. They were not his babysitters, and he was not a kept man. If they thought they would get away with stalking him and trying to control his life, then they were sorely mistaken.
Chapter Eighteen
Shayla had never slept so well in her life. Her whole body was exhausted from her time with Luke, and she had felt completely safe in his arms. Dropping off had been as easy as slipping off the edge of a cliff, spiraling down into pure and deep rest.
But she woke up sooner than she had intended, and she knew why—Luke was gone. She panicked at first, jolting up in bed with her heart racing. Her heart began to hurt before she even knew if he was gone for good or just gone to get breakfast. She looked toward the window. He couldn’t have been going to get breakfast yet; it was still dark outside.
So where was he?
Shayla looked to the side table, where he’d propped a note for her. She breathed a sigh of relief, reaching over and pulling the note to her face.
I’ll be right back. I just had to talk to someone.
Shayla relaxed back onto the bed, snuggling further under the covers. Her body was sore in the best way possible. How could sex with Luke be so good? Shayla had never had such fierce and easy orgasms. Her body had never lit up for someone before like it did with Luke. She thirsted for more, her core already throbbing with need.
Luckily, Luke came back in the room just then. He looked tense, his shoulders stiff and straight. Shayla glanced to his hands, where she saw that his knuckles were bloody.
“Everything okay?” she asked.
Luke nodded, his gaze hot and heavy. He stalked toward her, stripping along the way. When he took off his boxers she saw just how aroused he was already—arousal to match her own. Shayla’s body sang, and she pulled him toward her and kissed him.
His mouth was hot and demanding, seeking entry into hers before the kiss even began. She let him take control of the kiss, but she aimed to take control of the sex. She wanted to ride him and see the lust in his eyes. She wanted to see how much he wanted her.
Luke didn’t protest as she gently nudged him onto his back, sliding him up to the top of the bed. His torso was laced with tattoos, all intricately connected and alive. She ran her fingers across his bulging arms and chest, sighing with satisfaction. He was, undoubtedly, the most beautiful man that had ever existed. Shayla would accept no substitute.
Luke pulled her down and kissed her again, his hands securing her hips to him as he began to grind his erection into her mound. She cooed with delight, but needed more friction than him grinding against her could offer. She needed him inside.
Reaching down, Shayla directed his cock to her entrance and slid down on top of it, taking him in with an agonizing slowness that caused both of them to moan. She arched her back into him and began to gyrate in his lap, feeling every inch of him as it speared inside of her.
Shayla took things slow. The heat of their bodies and the slow dance she did on his
lap caused sweat to prickle on her back. She watched his expression, one of pure enjoyment, and she savored the moment even more.
In the pit of her belly, Shayla felt the tension of her oncoming orgasm coil. She ground toward it, her chest heaving with exertion and lust. Each steady stroke brought her closer and closer to the edge.
Luke’s hands gripped onto her hips, lifting her and pulling her back down as he began to lose his mind with lust. The sight of him so undone, so wild, caused Shayla’s orgasm to rip through her. Fierce and unrelenting, the waves of pleasure overtook her, her eyes screwed shut and a low moan emanating from her throat.
Floating somewhere in the abyss, Shayla was aware of Luke’s hands and hips continuing to move her, to pummel her. Then, after a few moments, he cried out in ecstasy and held her to him. Shayla opened her eyes and looked down at her lover, taking in the sweat of his brow and the way his lips were parted so seductively. Everything about him seemed designed to attract or scare. And for her, of course, there was only attraction.
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