Luke grasped onto your thigh, bringing up his free hand to grasp your other one and he pulled you closer to him as he stood. His hands trailed up to rest on your hips firmly, and his lips found yours like they have before. It was so natural, like he's been kissing you his entire life. Luke's kisses were fire compared to what they've been before, his lips hungry and fierce.
He was the one to grab your head and pull you in closer, he was the one to slip his tongue out to massage yours, he was the one who walked you back to your bed. The back of your knees hit the edge and you went tumbling back, but he went with you. He crawled on top of you, his body holding yours in place as his lips trailed down from your lips and over your neck.
You writhed in pleasure, wiggling beneath him, but his hands came down onto your thighs again and held you down. Luke moved his lips down, down, ripping your hoodie off of you to give him more skin. He silently thanked god that you were wearing that skimpy vest top of yours. His lips found your collarbone, your chest, the tops of your breasts. His hands shoved your vest top up over your belly, exposing it so he could trail a path of fire down over your navel.
You were shaking, from your head to your toes, and you shut your eyes to focus on stopping yourself. His fingertips grabbed onto your shorts lightly, and a brief feeling of panic rose in your chest as you thought about reaching down to stop him. But just then, he laid the softest, lightest of all kisses on the area right above where your shorts began. It was almost like a sign, saying No, no. It's okay.
He didn't wait for your permission for this, folding your shorts down and tugging them slowly down over the skin of your hips and legs. His fingertips trailed over your skin as he did so, leaving what felt like burn marks behind, but you knew it was just in your mind.
Luke touched your ankle softly, lifting your right leg up and placing it onto his left shoulder, and then he repeated the process with your left leg. His hands moved like treacle over the skin of your thighs, and you began to shake even harder as he pried your legs open further. When you felt his hair tickling the insides of your thighs, that was the moment you realized this was actually happening.
"Luke.." You breathed out, but he didn't reply, instead moving his mouth closer, closer. You could feel his breath against you, it was hot and coming out in fast puffs.
You gasped out loud when his tongue sneaked out, moving up along your slit. Your breathing hitched when his head turned slightly, his lips pressing against you, his tongue moving in and out of you. He was doing it as if he was french kissing you, just... in the preferred area. Shivers wracked through your body when he began to alternate between sucking lightly on your clit and licking you vigorously.
"Oh god!" You gasped, your hands reaching down for something to grab onto it. He had his eyes locked on you the entire time, so when he saw you reaching down, he moved his hands up to yours. Your fingertips touched, then your fingers laced, and your grip tightened on him. The heels of your feet pressed against his back, pulling him in closer, as close as he could possibly get. His tongue continued to work miracles on your body, and your hips began to slowly rotate outwards, matching his rhythm.
Luke pulled away an inch, his tongue still sneaking out to flick your clit. "Cum for me, baby.."
"Oh my god.." You mumbled, clutching his hands tighter, digging your nails into him.
He lapped you up, his tongue turning and twisting inside and out of you, his lips moving up to suck on your clit again, feeling your hips begin to buck wildly. He tightened his grasp on your hands, pulling you closer to him until you were pressed tight against his mouth.
You began to moan, something he never heard you do, and he was surprised that the sound of it made him instantly hard. That's never happened to him before. Your hips bucked again, your moans turning into quick breaths and broken gasps, and he knew you were nearly done.
He replaced his tongue with two fingers, sliding them into you easily, his thumb rubbing your clit in circles quickly, trying to bring you to the edge faster. The second your hands were free you reached out and grabbed a pillow, pressing it to your face to muffle your moans.
"No!" Luke stated, snatching it away and tossing it onto the floor. He leaned over you, continuing his assault with one hand as his other grabbed you by the neck, pulling your lips to his. He kissed you for a long moment, pulling back and looking down into your eyes. He pressed his forehead to yours.
"Look at me.." He murmured, "Don't look away."
You managed to nod quickly, reaching up to push his blue locks off his forehead, and then burying your fingers into his mass of curls. Your lips brushed against his, "Faster... please..."
His fingers' pace quickened at your request immediately, his eyes staying on yours the whole time. You locked your eyes with his, feeling a gasp escape your mouth before you fell off the edge of bliss. Luke watched your mouth fall open, your breath coming out in short, quick puffs of hot air, your eyebrows knitting together. You wanted to close your eyes and throw your head back, but you kept your eyes locked with his, your back arching up off the bed toward his chest as your orgasm reached its peak.
"Good girl.." He whispered, watching you collapse back onto the bed.
He leaned down, pressing his lips to your forehead firmly, keeping his hand pressed against you a moment longer before removing it. He pulled back from you slowly, "That's my girl."
Your entire lower body was shaking still, and when he pulled back from you, you pulled your knees up to your chest and held them tightly. Luke Brooks had just brought you to your first orgasm.
