He lifted his head once more, peering down at you and swallowing heavily at the sight that greeted him, your lips stretched over his cock, eyes hooded and cheeks hollowed as you swallowed around him. Luke’s right hand left your hair, trailing down your temple and landing on your cheek. He pressed his fingers against the skin, feeling the hardness of his dick inside your mouth.
His thumb extended, rubbing at the corner of your lips, “Can you take me deeper?”
You moaned in affirmation.
Luke’s groans and whimpers were hot, and you couldn’t go a moment longer without some form of relief. Your free hand snuck downwards into your shorts, disappearing underneath the hem as you lowered your lips down onto Luke’s cock. You breathed in through your nose as he took up all the space in your mouth, your chest rising and falling rapidly as your thumb found your clit, rubbing tight circles into the nub. It was a bit of an awkward fit, seeing as you were curled up on the remaining space of the couch, but the stimulation made you whine out nonetheless.
“Shit, your mouth,” Luke babbled breathlessly, staring up at the ceiling of the living room.
You hummed in agreement and pleasure as you finally allowed yourself to circle your entrance with your index finger, teasing yourself as you pushed only the tip inside.
“So perfect,” Luke whispered, his left hand still wound tightly in your hair, his right cupping the side of your face, stroking your cheek soothingly, “Being such a good girl for me—you’re practically gagging for it, sweetheart, yeah?”
Your breath was coming out through your nose in heavy exhales now, Luke’s words and your fingers making warmth pool in your stomach. You let out a muffled moan as you finally sunk your index finger into your dripping pussy, your thumb still massaging your clit relentlessly.
Luke swore as the vibrations rattled through his bones—but he must have noticed something different about this particular moan. He looked down at you, his mouth going dry once he finally perceived your hand buried beneath the fabric of your shorts, your arm moving slightly as you whimpered once more around his dick.
“Are you—are you touching yourself?” he panted, his lips parting in surprise as your eyelids drifted shut. Another obscene moan reverberated around his cock.
“Shit,” Luke whispered to himself. You heard the quiet plea, and your stomach flipped with arousal.
Finally, you pulled off of his cock, a string of saliva connecting your lips to the shining head. You looked up at the man above you, cocking an eyebrow as you added another finger to join the first that was still pumping into your pussy leisurely, “Gonna fuck me now?”
“Hell yeah,” Luke groaned.
You sat up, watching as he retracted his legs and mounted to his knees in front of you, towering over you even more than usual. He reached forward, his fingers wrapping around your forearm delicately, coaxing your hand out of your shorts. You whimpered longingly as your fingers slipped out of you.
Luke gazed at your hand in awe, studying your shiny fingers. And then, before you could speak, he was taking your index and middle finger into his mouth, his eyes fluttering shut. His tongue swirled around the digits, and you felt his warm, wet mouth vibrate with a moan. Your breathing hitched, jaw slackened as you watched the beautiful man in front of you suck your juices off of your own fingers.
Luke finally pulled off with a small pop, pressing a soft kiss to each of your knuckles before dropping your hand. You gazed at him with wide eyes, your chest heaving unevenly and your thighs clenched together tightly.
“Tastes so good, sweetheart,” Luke mumbled, “So fuckin
