Play The Part (Player Next Door Book 3)

65 | Oh Ohhh

Ahem... and we continue...

Chapter 65: Oh Ohhh

I want you to touch me.

I can't believe those words came out of my mouth. What does he think of me? He must think I'm so desperate, so pathetic.

Touch me.

Luke stared at me. Was it shock? I would've done anything to know what he was thinking right now. His eyes deepened as he glanced down, his eyelashes cascading down in the movement. I watched every inch of his expression.

And suddenly, he stepped forward, and I stepped back. He was pushing me back.

"What are you doing?"

"You're going to need the support," he replied, with a faint view of that familiar smirk.

"I'm going to need the what?" I giggled.

My back touched the rough wooden exterior of the house and I immediately stopped giggling. I stared up at him, not knowing what he was going to do. It was chilly tonight but he didn't look cold. He closed the distance between us and just as he was about to kiss me, we heard giggling.

We looked over and saw two girls staring at us, hands gripping their phones.

Luke turned his head towards them, "You think this is a show?"

The condescending tone made them giggle and scurry away. Luke looked at me and I glanced around us, feeling nervous.

"I'm going to do this discretely," he said, pressing his body against me.

He intentionally shielded me, his body covering me from any passers by. He kissed me again, comforting me with that familiar touch. His lips, his scent, his touch, all familiar to me. And then his hand grazed my neck and went down to the curvature of my breast.

He kissed me again, almost distracting me as his hand moved further down to my jeans. With only two fingers and in one easy movement, he flicked my jean buckle open. I breathed in sharply.

"I don't even think I can do that," I whispered to him, "The way you just-"

I gasped, as he pulled my zipper down and tugged my jeans open.

"Has anyone told you you talk too much?" Luke whispered in my ear, his hair tickling my check. His body was still shielding my modesty.

"Yes," I answered, "You do, all the time."

"Yeah, well, you never listen to me," he smiled.

"Oh!" I gasped, as his cold fingers touched my bare skin where my jeans used to cover me.

"Cold?" he asked.

I nodded.

He raised his hands to his mouth and blew on them, rubbing them together. I smiled, finding something about this funny. Then again, I always find myself laughing at the worst times.

"You want to blow me instead?" Luke said, sarcastically.

"You're doing a great job blowing yourself," I quipped back.

He laughed and silenced me with a kiss. Our kiss got more intense, more passionate. My jeans were already unbuckled and it wasn't long before his hand found his way down. I pressed his hand over my underwear, slipping his hand further down, feeling me through the thin flimsy fabric. He rubbed me and I felt my underwear getting wet.

"Let's try this again," he said, and before I could react, his fingers were on my skin.

They slipped between my underwear and touched me. With two fingers he slipped in between.

"You're so wet."

I couldn't say anything back this time. My body was vibrating. I couldn't feel my knees as they started to tremble. The way he moved his fingers had me in twists. I was almost squirming but his arm around my waist kept me in place. And suddenly, he went deeper. He went into me and I gasped, my eyes rolling up. I arched my back and opened my mouth. He pressed his hand against my mouth, stopping me from screaming.

His other hand was moving quickly, knowing exactly how I was feeling and what to do to make it even more intense. My body was twisting and feeling a pulse run through me. I wrapped my arms around his back as he kissed me, his head tilting so we could go deep. I pressed my fingers into his back, my fingernails scraping against his hoodie, but he didn't seem to mind. I totally lost feeling of my legs. They buckled under me and I felt his hand now grip me stronger, tightly, knowing that he was the one keeping me standing. My feet were not balancing on the floor. It's like I had two heartbeats, one in the usual place. And one...

"Oh, ohhh," I gasped though his hand covered my mouth.

I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling this intensity escalate to a height it could go no further. His body was pressed against mine so tightly, I need ed it more, I craved it more. The warmth of our bodies. His eyes furrowed, concentrating hard. He breathed heavily into the cape of my neck and Ioved every minute of that feeling. For a moment it was at an apax. Suddenly, a surge of warmth and relief pulsed through my whole body. It rushed through my arms and my legs, the most magical tickle. I felt an immense pleasure rush through my brain. And as it poured out of me, relaxing every tense muscle in my body, my toes curled to hold onto this moment as much as I could, for as long as I could.

And suddenly, it was a silence. I was out of breath, panting. My eyes were closed, relishing every second of it, feeling the beads of sweat on my forehead and chest.

And most importantly, feeling his tight grip still on me, keeping me up this whole time. His hand slowed, his breathing slowed, as he knew I had gone over the edge.

He didn't say anything.

And for the first time, neither did I.

That is one way to shut me up.

He paused entirely, his head still in the cape of my neck. And he softly kissed me there. Then he raised his head and planted the most innocent kiss on my lips.

His fingers started to pull out of me.

I gasped, feeling incredibly sensitive down there, "Slowly. Please."

"Slow," he repeated, "I'll come out slow."

I rocked my head back against the rough wall and stared up at the dark sky. Stars were shining up there, so peaceful. Our planet in orbit.

And I just had my first orgasm. 

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