Page 78 of Unexpected

I couldn’t resist anymore. I licked up one side of him, from base to tip and then the other until he was panting. I wanted to continue teasing him, but I knew he was right—he wouldn’t last much longer, and I was tired of waiting. So, I took him into my mouth, as deep as I could. He thrust up into me, triggering my gag reflex, but I swallowed around it and around him.

“Yesss,” he gathered my hair in his fist as I bobbed up and down around him. Each time I flicked the tip of his cock with my tongue, I could feel him resisting the urge to push up into me. I couldn’t get all of him in my mouth at once, so I used a hand around his base, moving it in time with my mouth.

“God, you’re such a good girl. You’re so gorgeous when you suck my cock,” Luke said through clenched teeth as his thumb ran around my lips which were stretched around his substantial length.

My eyes fluttered closed as his beautiful, dirty words urged me on. I could tell he was holding back, but I wanted to see him fall apart. He was watching me intently, taking in the entire sight of me on my knees in front of him, so I looked up, catching his gaze. I hoped I was actually capable of giving blow-job eyes because that’s what I was aiming for.

Either way, I held his gaze as I squeezed the base of him tighter with one hand and gripped his balls with the other. His eyes began to close, but he forced them open again.I pushed him deeper into my mouth until he hit the very back of my throat. My eyes were watering, but I kept him as deep as I could, moving at a steady pace until I felt his balls draw up in my hand and the telltale stiffening of his cock at the base.

With only a few more thrusts up into my mouth, he was spilling between my lips, hitting the back of my throat in long, hot spurts. I swallowed every drop of him and didn’t let up until I felt him slightly soften. Even then, I gave one last lick to his head before I sat back on my knees and released him.

“Holy shit,” he groaned.

I stood on shaky legs, and he darted out his hands to steady me before I could tumble over. He kissed me again, thoroughly exploring my mouth with his tongue. I’m sure he could taste himself, but he didn’t seem to care. His hands drifted higher on my hips until they were braced around my ribs.

Taking his lead, I leaned into his touch and placed my hands on his shoulders. Even after two orgasms, I didn’t feel done with him.

“Shit, okay. We should stop,” he said half-heartedly against my mouth. He kissed me once more softly and then pulled away. My eyes caught on his dick, which was hard against his stomach. An impressive turnaround time—good to know.

For a moment, with our eyes locked and an inexplicable energy buzzing between us, I second-guessed my decision not to go all the way. Was I kidding myself by thinking that my heart was going to be any less involved if his dick never wound up inside of me like that?

Whether my thinking was sound or not, it was kind of nice to just play and explore without the stress of sex hanging over us. And I knew I had made the decision for a reason. I had good, definitive reasons.

“I’ll throw our clothes in the wash. What do you think about a hot shower?” I asked. I believed we could shower without me begging for him to be inside of me. Hopefully.

We showered without sex. It was difficult, and I, yet again, second-guessed myself. But Luke was skilled with his fingers, quickly drawing out another orgasm as I used my hands on him. My orgasm seemed to push him over the edge as he caged me in against the cold tile of the shower wall.

I chuckled as he pulled his lips away from my mouth. We were both still covered in soap, which was what we were supposed to be doing—cleaning each other—before we got caught up.

“We haven’t even had sex yet, and you’ve already given me three times as many orgasms as I’ve ever had in one night.” As much as I didn’t want to compare Michael and Luke, I couldn’t help it when it came to orgasms. With Michael, I was lucky to get out with one; most of the time, I’d hidden in my closet with my vibrator once he’d fallen asleep.

“I’m thinking of at least one more tonight,” he winked and stepped under the water, pulling me with him to rinse us both off. “But you have the most beautiful face and make the most amazing sounds when you come. When you pretended to have an orgasm at that party, I seriously thought it was the best sound I’d ever heard. But it doesn’t compare to the real thing. I could watch and listen to you all night.”

I blushed but let him run his hands over me, rinsing away the soap.

“I think I’d be okay if we continued this all—” Night. I didn’t finish my sentence as the bathroom was pitched into darkness.

“Well, that’s pretty crappy timing,” I mumbled, running my hands down my body and through my hair, hoping I hadn’t missed anything.

“My phone is just on the counter. Let me jump out and turn on the flashlight before you try to get out,” Luke said.

He pushed the door open, and I was about to tell him to be careful as I heard a wet slipping sound and a muffled “shit” before it sounded like something hit the counter. I reached to turn off the water and asked, “Are you okay?”

He groaned but had made it to his phone and flipped on the flashlight. I wrapped the large white towel around myself and thoroughly dried my feet on the rug in front of the glass shower door, not wanting to slip.

“What happened?” Luke was gripping the counter, dripping water all over the floor as I handed him his towel.

“It’s wet, so I slipped.”

I gave him a pointed look. He rolled his eyes and nodded that he understood it was stupid.

“Let me go switch your clothes. I would offer you some of Michael’s, but I don’t think they’d fit, to be honest.”

He snorted and tucked the towel around his waist. In the dim light, with water dripping down his body and the towel perfectly poised around his waist, he was very reminiscent of the other night. “I wouldn’t want to wear his clothes anyway.”

“Well, if you’re naked, then so am I.” I smiled, taking his hand. I swear, I couldn’t stop fucking smiling around him. My cheeks had begun to hurt, but it was a pain I was fond of, unlike other things I’d endured. I’d gladly take Luke’s form of pain any day. “I have some candles in the living room, and I can turn on the fireplace.”

Luke took it upon himself to light the fire, bathing the living room in a dim golden glow. I lit a candle on the coffee table and grabbed a bottle of my favorite red wine. Before I cuddled next to him on the couch, I grabbed the new comforter off my bed and walked back into the living room to find Luke completely naked, his towel puddled in a pile on the floor by his feet and lounging back on the couch.

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