Seven: Oops, I Caught Feelings

Of course I felt something for him.

How could I not feel something for him?

I groaned, sinking back into my chair. We needed to head to the club to get going on the day’s to-do list, but I could tell work was the furthest thing from Luke’s mind. To be fair, it wasn’t particularly high up my priority list either.

The delicious man in front of me, however, that was a different story entirely.

Before I even knew what was happening, he ended up on his knees in front of me, hands still cupping my face. He leaned in, lips brushing against mine in the chastest of kisses. 

I don’t do chaste.

I wove my fingers into his hair, pulling him in for a deeper, harder kiss. He groaned against me, his hands sliding down my sides, fingers digging into my hips.

Breaking the kiss, I stood, taking his hand and leading him towards my bedroom. I have to say, it’s nice having an actual bed this time.

Immediately after stepping foot in my bedroom, I turned to face him, undoing the buttons of my blouse, pushing it off my shoulders. The tops of my breasts were barely contained within my red lace strapless bra.

Luke moved back towards me, his hands reaching for my belt, working that loose and then helping me shimmy out of my jeans. I stood before him in just the matching red lace bra and thong, and I didn’t have time to be self conscious. 

His hands and mouth were back on me immediately, his mouth trailing down my neck, and hands moving around to cup my breasts. I reached behind my back, undoing the clasp of my strapless bra, letting it fall to the floor.

“Stunning,” he whispered, as he squeezed both breasts, rolling and tugging my nipples until I got a little weak in the knees. He led me back towards my bed, sitting me on the very edge. His head dipped down as he took my left nipple in his mouth, his hand still carressing the right. I  gasped as his teeth scraped along that sensitive bud, my nails dragging down his scalp.

He pushed me backwards onto the bed, never once letting up the onslaught on my breasts.

I groaned when his hands and mouth left me, my hands balling in the covers whilst I tried to calm my breathing. “Hands above your head,” he whispered in my ear. When I didn’t immediately comply, he caught both of my wrists in one hand, using my own belt to tie them together, and tying the other end to one of the bars of the headboard.

Luke kissed his way down my stomach, before licking along the top edge of the thong. His fingers looped into that skimpy piece of fabric, easing them down my legs and over my feet, stuffing them in his pocket.

I was suddenly very aware that I was completely nude, and he was still fully dressed.

Standing in front of me, he lost first his jacket, quickly followed by his tie, shirt and trousers. When he was standing in front of me in just his boxers, he dropped back over me, using his hands on either side of my head to support his weight.

“Do you trust me?” he whispered.

Without even a pause, I nodded.

He smirked, leaning over for his discarded tie. “Close your eyes, and lift your head.” 

Once my eyes were covered, he danced his hands down my sides until I squirmed. His hands suddenly appeared on my thighs, pushing them further apart; punishingly far apart.

Almost immediately, his mouth was on me.

He ran his tongue up and down, around and around until I moaned, my head thrown back into the covers. I wasn’t going to last, not like this.

I cried out as he pushed first one finger, then two, and then three inside me, and sucked my clit, scraping his teeth along the bundle of nerves. My orgasm was suddenly right there in front of me, just one lick, one stroke, one bite away.

But having realised this, he pulled away from me, chuckling as I whimpered. 

The bed dipped near my head, and a gentle hand angled my head.

“Trust me,” Luke whispered, just before I felt the head of his cock pressing into my mouth, begging me to open wide.

I relented, and he slid straight in, bumping the back of my throat.

He started moving, sliding in and out of my mouth, getting gradually deeper with each thrust. He groaned, one hand on the back of my head keeping me exactly where he wanted me. He buried himself in the back of my throat, as far as he could go.

I couldn’t breathe around him.

He thrust repeatedly, only moving a couple of inches at a time, never enough to give me a reprieve. 

I gasped and moaned around him, trying to find a way to catch my breath.

Just as quickly as he pushed it in, he pulled his cock out of my mouth, and I could feel him moving down the bed. He pushed my thighs wider again, his hands sliding under my ass, adjusting the angle of my hips before thrusting inside me in one punishing move.

He pulled all of the way out, leaving me completely empty beneath him. “Luke, please,” I moaned. “I’m so close.”

He leaned over me, mouth next to my ear. “Oh I know you are, but you aren’t having that orgasm until I let you.”

I groaned, “Luke, please… this is torture.”

“I know.” I could hear the smirk in his voice.

Whilst he was distracted, I’d managed to tease the belt around my wrists loose. I rolled us, so we ended up with Luke laying on the bed with me straddling his hips.

His cock slid straight back inside me, no help necessary.

He felt so good.

I leaned back, arching my back as much as possible, guiding him deeper, until he was bumping my g-spot with each and every thrust.

His hands on my hips held me still as he started fucking me as hard as possible. Without a second’s warning, my orgasm suddenly hit, and it hit hard.

I screamed, I couldn't hold it back anymore. 

“Oh Ophelia, fuck”, he came inside me with one more brutal thrust, buried so deep inside me that it toed the line between pleasure and pain.