“Want to play rough?”
“Have you met me?” I smirk.
The boy I grew up with reappears in a grin, then vanishes altogether, replaced by the man I’m creaming for. My hips involuntarily rise off the bed, I’m so hungry for Luke, but he pushes them back down, yanking off my jeans and flipping me over fast and rough.
He snags my g-strip under his finger and snaps it into my crack, pulling his switchblade from his pocket, flipping it open.
Over my shoulder on all fours I watch, pulsing with a sharp ache. Reaching, his fingers dip under the string again, pulling the panties tighter, sliding in between my folds and rubbing it against my clit. He gives it a few tugs, and I can’t stop moaning. The fabric snaps, loosens and he slides it up my slit with agonizing slowness, one more time, drenching me. He circles the bed, knife held up as he inspects me at every angle. “This is even better than over the stool in the garage, when you were trying to get a rise out of me.”
“I did get a rise out of you,” I remind him, and lick my lips.
He grabs his bulged crotch and massages it, eyes locked on my ass. “Not even fuckin’ close to how bad I’m throbbing to dive in you now.” Like a beast he crawls on the bed, licking my side, scratching fingernails down my back as he gets behind me. The dull side of the blade slides against my skin, and he pinches the string over the sharp side, cuts it off, tossing the wet panties and the knife on the floor.
“Look at this ass,” he groans, separating my cheeks to boldly take a nice long look. “Wow.” Diving in he reaches my pussy with his tongue, flicks it around like a damn snake. It reminds me of his helmet, the diamondback rattlesnake he chose for it. His fingers have dug into my ass cheeks, keeping them parted so he can go to work. I moan, clutching the comforter, arching into his wild, tongue technique.
“So good,” I rasp, looking back to watch as his gorgeous head bobs, long hair swaying.
I’ve got no shame.
This is what life is about.
Enjoying each other.
Getting each other off.
I love sex.
But this time I’m freaking out a little.
My emotions are tied into it.
The pleasure is magnified.
My throat hurts as I struggle to maintain the wall of strength and courage I’m known for. But my orgasm is close and the release threatens to be so much more than sexual.
Luke presses my clit with two fingers and starts stroking it in sync with his licks. I catch my breath as he pushes his tongue into my hole as deep as he can get it. Gasping I feel the burn increase, throbbing, walls vibrating.
I cry out as heat crashes through me.
Luke groans his own need into my pulsing flesh. I completely lose myself in the orgasm, bucking a couple times, begging, whimpering, “What are you doing to me, Luke, what have you done?” He flips me over and smashes a kiss into me, tears burning my eyes but I won’t let them form, dammit! Breath hitching, I moan into his growls as my pussy clenches again and again. “I need you!”
“Did you say that to Atlas?”
“No, I didn’t. You know what else I didn’t say to him?” I touch his cheek, kissing him. “I love you. I need you inside me because I love you, Luke.”
“Soph,” he rasps, searching my eyes. He can’t believe I just said it.
“I do. I love you. You tore my soul wide open and I need you to repair it. I need you!”
A thousand feelings twist his rugged face. He croaks, “I love you, too, Sofia Sol Cocker. I’ve loved you since we were kids. Never thought this would happen. I’m so fuckin’ happy I can’t handle it.”
We fall into a kiss that lasts, his hair falling around my face, hands slowly exploring. He pulls his jeans off, and I help drag them down his legs by using my feet. Naked we lie here, kissing forever. Sometimes rough, others slow and sensual, and all of it filled with confusion as to why we didn’t do this years ago.
My fingers find him and wrap around the hard girth, thumb caressing his bulbous tip. His cock is thick, beautiful, and I need it. Staring at it as I spread my legs, I whisper, “I’m going to suck you later, don’t worry.”
Luke grins, “Later.”
A laugh breaks out of me, and it’s pure joy. “Another time!”
“Bigger fish to fry!”
“You’re making fish jokes now?”
He cracks up, positioning his erection. “Stop making me laugh. This is important.”
I smile up at him, my hair fanned out. “There’s no bad time for laughter.”
Luke’s grin slowly disappears as he presses into me for the very first time. My smile leaves, too, because he looks so different to me as our bodies join and lock. I close my eyes, overwhelmed, panting and excited.
“Soph, look at me.”
“I’ve never fucked someone I love before,” I whisper.
“Look at me!”
My eyelashes flutter wildly as I look at him.
He presses in deep, all the way in, lowers down to kiss me. We start to move, fucking slowly as our kisses grow more passionate, as we get to know each other in a whole new way. I gasp and throw my head back as he rams me roughly about a dozen times, like he’s branding me.
“I love you,” he groans.
“Keep saying that.”
Into my neck he murmurs, “I love you so much.” The heat of his breath, his voice, and the meaning behind the words, undoes me. I start to quiver, clawing into his back. “You want something?” he asks.
“Harder.”
“Say it again, Soph, couldn’t hear you that time.”
“Harder!”
Rising up to watch my face, Luke’s eyes darken more. “Again.”
I bite his chin and say through my teeth, “Fuck me forever!”
He winces with pleasure, snarls, “Can’t wait,”
