I tossed my phone back on the counter and resigned myself to the fact that I had no control over my life at the moment. Or ever.
I blew out a breath and asked Luke, “Ever had an English muffin pizza?”
“Cant say that I have, but I’m open to trying new things,” he replied. Oh really. Nice to know!
But seriously? I thought everyone on God’s green earth had eaten one at least once in their life!
“Well, its been me and Allie’s staple food since we were little. And they’re good, I promise! Ready? You can help, too!”
Luke jumped in, helping me split the muffins, slather them with sauce, and top them with tons of pepperoni, sausage crumbles, bacon, banana peppers, and mozzarella cheese. We stuck them in the oven and I put together the dip while they baked.
Once the pizzas were done, we carried them, the chips and dip, and large glasses of pop into the living room and laid it all out like a buffet on the coffee table. Luke sat on the couch while I sat on the floor, leaning back on the couch, my shoulder brushing his knee.
I turned on the tv and started the movie I had put in the DVD player earlier that night for when Allie and I had our marathon. The opening notes of Mama Mia began playing and I watched Luke out of the corner of my eye as I took a bite of pizza. He didn’t flinch and didn’t say a word, so I decided to see how long I could get him to actually watch the movie without either falling asleep or running out the door.
About an hour into the movie we had polished off the pizzas and plowed our way through most of the dip. I had moved closer to Luke who was now lounging back on the couch, still sitting on the floor, and was leaning against his leg, my head resting on his thigh. I was having a hard time concentrating on the movie because he had removed the ponytail holder from my hair and was softly running his fingers through it, smoothing it back from my face and across his thigh. Every once in a while he would trace the outer shell of my ear with a fingertip, making me shiver.
I closed my eyes, lost in sensation, shivering from his touch when I snapped. Fuck Mama Mia, its on!
As Luke’s hand smoothed my hair back from my face again, I rolled my head forward and bit into Luke’s thigh through his jeans. I didn’t bite hard enough to hurt, but did it enough that he let out a jagged breath and his fingers tightened convulsively in my hair.
I pushed off his leg, turning towards him and moving between his legs, running my hands up his thighs. His eyes narrowed, heavy lidded with desire, deepening the smoky blue-grey depths with added intensity. I leaned in and nipped at his thigh again before pushing to my feet and straddling his hips. His hands came up to grip my hips, and I leaned into him, touching my tongue to the silver ring in his lower lip before planting kisses along the hard line of his jaw. When I reached his mouth, I kissed him deeply, being the aggressor this time, finally getting my hello kiss that I’d wanted since he’d gotten there.
I pulled back from his mouth and, putting my lips to his ear, I softly growled, “Fuck me, Luke. I want you inside me.”
Luke groaned, the tips of his fingers biting into the soft flesh of my hips as he ground himself against me.
I put my hands flat against his chest and pushed off, standing in front of him. I held out my hand, silently asking him to take it. He took it, slowly coming to his feet before I pulled him down the hall to my bedroom. Once inside, I didn’t give him the chance to take control. Maneuvering him to the side of the bed, I turned with him so his back was facing the bed and then shoved with all my might. His eyes widened as he lost his balance and sat down hard on his ass on the edge of my mattress. I wasted no time, climbing astride his hips again as I pushed him back to lie flat.
I pressed myself against him, my breasts crushed against his muscled hardness and fused my mouth with his, our tongues tangling, teeth nipping, and breath heaving. I felt his hands cup my ass, and then I was airborne, letting out a surprised squeak as I threw my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life.
“What the hell, Luke?” I shrieked.
He grinned at me before turning and tossing me on the bed, following me down and stilling me with his body. “You aren’t calling the shots tonight, sugar. We’re gonna do this my way.” He leaned down and rubbed his lips against mine before kissing across my jaw to my ear. “I’m going to repay you, sugar, for every time you set your teeth in my thigh. I’m going to lick every inch of your body, eat you til you come, and then fuck you so hard, you’ll still feel it next week. But for now, you’re gonna strip. Then your gonna undress me, and then you’re gonna take me in that sweet, sassy mouth.”
He moved off of me and stood beside the bed. “Now, sugar. Clothes. Off.”
Unable to resist the dark heat in his eyes, I got up and began undressing. I pulled the hoodie off over my head, taking my tank top with it and dropping them to the floor. I shoved my pants down my hips and stepped out of them, toeing my socks off at the same time. I stood in front of him clad in only my black lace bra and panties, feeling completely naked. I wrapped my arms around my midsection, the haze of passion clearing from my head a little and self-consciousness taking its place.
I felt Luke’s fingers under my chin, tipping my head back so he could see my face. “Emma, you’re beautiful, sugar. Don’t ever doubt that.” He placed a soft kiss at each corner of my mouth before melding his lips with mine. After a minute he pulled back and murmured, “Naked. Now.”
I complied quickly and scrambled up on my bed, intent on grabbing the comforter to cover up with. Luke grabbed my ankle and pulled, preventing me from getting anywhere. He crooked a finger at me and then pointed to the floor in front of him. “On your knees, Emma. Take me in your mouth, baby.”
I knelt on the floor in front of him, wondering if I was still supposed to undress him or not, when he answered the question for me by stripping his shirt off over his head and undoing his belt before popping the button and releasing the zipper of his jeans. He put his hands into the waistband to shove them off and I stopped him with my hands over his. I slipped my fingers into the waistband and slowly pulled his jeans down his hips until the hard, thick length of him sprang free. (Commando, much? Whoo-hoo!)
Without giving Luke a chance to step out of his jeans, I wrapped my fingers around him (as much as I could) and stroked him gently before darting my tongue out to taste the bead of moisture glistening on the tip of him. Luke gasped, tunneling his hands into my hair and gripping tight. I leaned forward and closed my lips around him, gently sucking before laving him with my tongue. I settled into a slow rhythm, alternately stroking him with my lips, my tongue, and my hand, reaching up to cup the sac hanging heavily between his thighs with my other hand.
Luke groaned harshly in his throat and I felt his hands in my hair tighten, pulling me back away from him. I opened my eyes and looked up at him, locking my eyes with his as I pulled against his grip and slid him deep in my mouth again. He threw his head back and drew my head back away again before pushing me forward once more, thrusting himself deep in my throat. I relaxed into him, silently letting him know I understood what he wanted. Using my hair to guide me and hold me steady, Luke started thrusting smoothly in and out, fucking my mouth. I swallowed around the tip of him as he thrust forward, thanking the Gag Reflex Gods for not giving me one, and heard Luke growl, “Oh, Fuck!” between clenched teeth.