Revved Up Soul

Chapter 45

Jasmine

Curled up and half naked, Jasmine was on the couch snuggled up against Luke's chest. She felt a lingering twinge of pain in her chest, and a cloak of guilt wrapped itself around her person. You shouldn't have been so cruel, she thought. Augustus wasn't supposed to find out like that . . .

She was sure that he would hate the both of them, especially her, from now on – he'd reacted very strongly; but he wasn't right, was he? A sense of dread crept through her chest. Jasmine turned her head up and kissed Luke's chin, her lips brushing against some stubble.

The feeling did not depart.

Luke looked down at her and gave that special smile, "Feeling better?"

"Little bit," she confessed, though her arm was still hurting something fierce, between the small alcohol buzz and the fistful of Advil, she did feel some relief. "Luke . . ."

"Hmn?"

"I'm scared she won't stop," fingers of ice raked along her spine, the psychotic smile still fresh in her mind's eye.

"Kayla got the point," he assured, his voice low and dark as dusk; he twined his finger's in Jasmine's hand. "I'm gonna have someone from the Club keep tabs on her for a while. I'll crash at Gabe's until I can get my own place."

Jasmine let out a shaky breath and nodded her head in understanding, "Okay." She felt his lips on the crown of her head and warmth flooded her delightfully.

"It'll be okay baby," he whispered, "all that matters is that I have you, that every day I'll do what I can to earn you."

"I'm not some token to be put on display, Mr. Reynolds," Jasmine coyly jabbed.

"No," he smirked, kissing from the top of her face slowly down to her ear – leaving a hot, passionate trail in his wake, "you're not. Doesn't mean I won't worship you like the church I never had; you're all the religion I need, babe."

Lovely little fingers pressed against Jasmine's chest and a deep ache formed between her legs; the pain in her shoulder and the nick in her foot and the guilt in her heart all deemed like distant memories now. "Mm, are you trying to say you're only going to eat me on Sunday's?"

"With a body like yours? My jaw's gonna need surgery by the end of the year."

Jasmine laughed hard, the pain spiking in her shoulder – she didn't care, she simply turned over so that her chest, only covered by her black bra, pressed up against Luke's. She looked him in his beautiful eyes and kissed his lips long and deep. The feeling of his hand on her small ass sent flutters through her stomach.

His smile was intoxicating and his eyes searched Jasmine's deep, "I can't stay, club business. Already pushing it by being here," his smirk widened half an inch, "but there is one thing I want to do before I go."

I don't want you to go, "What's that?" Jasmine brushed her nose against his own. Just stay, please . . .

Luke leaned in close to Jasmine's ear, the hot licks of his breath on her neck; he whispered seductive and smooth as smoke, "Make your pussy come hard all over my face, and have you lick up your own mess." Oh sweet baby Jesus.

Jasmine's nipples suddenly came to life with need, heat linking them to her clit, which she was now painfully aware of. Her bones drank in his words and her skin danced with electricity, having to stifle a whimper.

Luke turned her over in a quickness, that wolfish grin on the lines of his face; but he did not handle her too roughly, of which she and her sutures were thankful. Having done those bad boys with just one hand was quite the task.

Jasmine let out a small gasp, her blood becoming fire as she watched her paramour slowly peel back the sexy black of her panties – with his teeth no less. I need it, she thought.

Luke tossed the panties to the side and grabbed a pillow from behind his person on the end of the couch, lifting up Jasmine's hips and sliding it beneath her.

Oh, fuck. The first touch of his lips at her alter of love was enough to make her heart jump into her throat. In an instant she felt heaven-touched.

He flicked his tongue across the length of her already glistening pink folds, "Mmm, someone's an eager little girl."

Jasmine brought her hands down to Luke's head and pressed him against her sex, "Don't stop," she commanded more so than begged.

Luke's tongue traced along Jasmine's wet folds, exploring her delicate region with fervor; his every motion was like another stroke of the pen charting a map – the man seemed intent to know every nook, and the deftness of his tongue worked her hard.

Something hot and strangled escaped Jasmine's mouth then, loving the feel of the man against her pussy – loving how deeply his tongue would thrust itself into her special place, how delicately it would tease just along her swollen clit; it ached to be touched and jerked and adored. Her chest rose in a deep breath and she was torn between pressing the man harder against her sex, or to bring her hands to her breasts – God if only his mouth could be in two places at once!

Calling out her name low and seductively, Luke brought himself from Jasmine's sex and over to her mouth.

His lips were hard and passionate against her own, as though nothing else seemed to matter in this messed up world, other than the moment in which the two were embroiled. She could taste her juices on his moist lips, savoring the taste of his own mouth – somewhere between sweet and iron and earth. Jasmine bit down on her lip hard, looking into the man's deep eyes.

Luke slipped his mouth onto her stiff nipples on his way down, giving them oh so glorious bits of attention. His tongue rolled along them several times, each stroke sending another series of pleasure cascades through her core.

Her clit throbbed impatiently, needing so badly the attention that her nipples were getting.

He moved, slowly, back down to her pussy and ate her out with an inspired vigor, every press and suck of his mouth causing Jasmine to near that precarious cliff, inch by resplendent inch.

"Luke!" She cried out, her muscles starting to tighten, Jasmine could hardly believe the sexy sounds that she was making – who was this person and where has she been hiding? Lost in the throes of passion, it felt like she was in heat – and the only cure was straddling her man and plunging herself down on his thick sword.

When he moved to her clit and stuck a finger inside, it was all over. His mouth ate her out like she was a piece of succulent candy.

She screamed his name and arched her back, her toes clenching tightly and the soles of her feet becoming nothing more than pin cushions for needle-like pleasure. The orgasm rolled tightly through her body, like bottled lightning made free – every bone and every muscle, every inch of her person felt like it weighed thrice than it was supposed to.

"Oh my god," she husked, dark waves of pleasure still crashing against her. She glanced over to her sutures, worrying that they might have come undone in the madness of it all. Thankfully they had not.

Luke pulled his face away, his jaw slick with clear juices – a drop rolling down from his chin to his neck. I've never seen a sexier man.

Jasmine panted hard, her nipples still tingling and her pussy untouchable on cloud nine. More, she thought, I need so much more, it's not fair . . . "That was amazing."

Moving over to her, Luke kissed Jasmine's lips deep and leaned into her ear, "Now be a good girl and lick it clean."

"Gladly," Jasmine purred, noisily sucking and licking her own mess.