The Fluke

22 - Jules

The water rains down on me from above in the mosaic stone slab shower. It's hot, and it instantly soothes my sore body. My dry spell had come to an end in the absolute best way possible but damn, I didn't realize how much I had missed this feeling.

Luke and I had snoozed the rest of the morning away and we had a check out time of eleven. I snuck out of bed and into the shower to let him continue sleeping because, wow! The stamina of this man is unmatched, and he could definitely use the rest.

Just as that thought rolls through my mind, I feel a warm hand wrap around my waist as Luke pulls my wet body against his.

"Always such an escape artist, leaving me alone in bed," he murmurs against my neck between kisses.

I giggle and lean back into his embrace before turning in his arms and pulling his hulking body under the steamy stream of water with me.

"I wasn't trying to escape. I just needed a little reprieve."

He hums appreciatively as he reaches down and cups my ass with both hands.

"Are you sore?"

"Yeah. Not that I'm complaining."

He groans again and then works his tongue upward until it traces the edge of my ear. I roll my head to the side and allow him greater access. The way this man can devote attention to any and all of my erogenous zones and make something like kissing my neck feel this incredible is mind boggling.

As my brain begins to go foggy with lust, he moves to pin me against the stone wall behind us, his hard length pressing against my stomach. I lower my hands from his shoulders to his chest and gently push him back. We're out of the direct spray from the shower head, but when I look up at him his eyelashes are sprinkled with droplets of water.

"As much as I want to get in lost in you right now, we don't have time." I nod toward the hotel room. "We have 25 minutes until check out."

"So?" He places his hands on either side of my face and captures my mouth in a deep, soul searing kiss that almost makes me forget my point.

"So," I breathe when he finally pulls his lips from mine. "We also have to return to the house and face the music."

The thought causes my chest to bubble up with anxiety. I'm sure that telling Spencer is what I want to do, but I still can't wait to get it over with.

Luke nods understandingly and plants one more quick kiss to my lips. He steps reluctantly away from me and underneath the waterfall cascading from the ceiling, closing his eyes and running his hands through his hair. I watch, enamoured by this adonis in front of me who somehow finds me just as irresistible as I find him.

In a second I'm overcome with need and I drop to my knees on the wet stone floor. I open my mouth and take the head of his cock inside, rolling my tongue over the ridge.

"Jesus Christ."

I flick my eyes up to see him staring down at me, both his hands still in his hair. I slide my mouth further along his shaft, sucking until my cheeks hollow out.

Luke shifts his hips but keeps his hands where they are. I reach a hand up and wrap it around the part of him that has no hope of fitting inside my mouth, never taking my eyes off of his until I close them and moan around him.

"Fuck. You like the way that cock tastes?"

I moan again in approval and open my eyes in time to see him throw his head back in pleasure.

And then I pop my mouth off of him and push myself up off my knees.

"What?" His head snaps back immediately and I meet his lips with a ferocious kiss which he matches in stride.