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“Take me home,” I whimpered.

My entire body felt sensitive, my clothes were too tight and I was wound so tightly I desperately needed a release. Luke grunted, taking a deep breath. Genevieve looked up at us, her face full of pleasure. I laid my hand on the glass before Luke grabbed my hand dragging me out of the hallway.

“Home or the room here?” he growled as we exited.

“Home,” I said as we weaved in and out of the club.

Luke was walking so fast that I was almost running behind him. If it were any other time, I would have been pissed, but we needed to get home now. When we got to our car, I pulled him in for a kiss trying to put out the heat building in me.

“Take me home and fuck me,” I said against his mouth.

Luke opened my door, helped me in, closed my door and walked to his side. He started the car and fuck he looked so sexy driving, I didn’t know what happened in that hallway that made me so horny. I was so close to saying ‘fuck it’ and sitting on his lap and fucking him as he drove us home.

It was at least a ten-minute drive home and I needed some relief now. I almost regretted going home, but I wasn’tcomfortable using the room there. Maybe one day. I spread my legs open pushing my skirt up.

“What are you doing?” Luke’s voice was deep.

“I can’t wait,” I said, pulling down my thong.

“Hermosa, don’t,” he whispered, sounding like he was in pain.

“Hurry,” I mewled, circling my clit, feeling a spark of arousal shoot through me.

“Camila,” Luke snapped, and I couldn’t care less.

I circled my clit over and over again, looking over at Luke with his jaw clenched tightly and one hand on the steering wheel clenched so hard that his knuckles were white. Dammit, why did he look so sexy driving?

My breathing came quicker and I was on the cusp of my orgasm when we drove into the parking lot. Luke grabbed my hand pulling me away from my impending orgasm.

“NO!” I whined when he didn’t let go of my hand.

He parked quickly going to my side of the car pulling me out of the car and throwing me over his shoulder. I squealed when I felt the cool air on my ass as he walked to the elevator.

“Luke, someone is going to see my ass,” I said, trying to look around for people and that thrill of being seen, shot through me.

“Then you should have not teased me in the car,” he growled, slapping my ass.

I moaned, needing so much more. We made it into the elevator without seeing anyone. Once the doors closed, he pushed me against the wall, and kissed me with such intensity my toes curled. I wrapped my legs around his waist above his ass and when we arrived at our floor, I was grateful there was no one in sight. It took him a minute to open the door, but he refused to stop kissing me.

He stumbled into the condo, pushing me up against the wall. I unbuckled his pants as he walked into our living room.

“Fuck the bedroom,” I said, in between kisses.

Luke sat down in the closest piece of furniture to us. We struggled to get his pants down and his shirt open. In my mind I had attempted to be dominant, but all I cared about was us getting our release. When his pants were down enough, I grabbed his cock, sinking down on it quickly. There was a little pain, but a few more thrusts and it all melted into pleasure.

Luke leaned back, letting me fuck him. My hips rolled in a fast rhythm over his cock. He tried to control the pace, but I didn’t let him.

“Hold on, pretty boy, and enjoy the ride,” I moaned.

My orgasm was so close that all it took was a few more rolls of my hips before my orgasm slammed into me. Luke pulled me forward as he fucked me through my orgasm, chasing his own release. He groaned when he emptied himself in me and I felt his hands squeezing my hips painfully.

I laid on his chest out of breath, almost drifting off to sleep, but the thought of Genevieve came to mind. Our sex life was always great, but now that I had seen what it could be, maybe I just needed some lessons from Genevieve. Seeing her in action was erotic, and I always did learn better when someone showed me how to do it.

A flash of my earlier daydream hit me. I didn’t know what to make of it, but I knew I needed to start somewhere. Maybe this was a bad idea, but it wouldn’t hurt to talk to her, and I didn’t know if I was ready to admit out loud what I was thinking about. It wouldn’t hurt to email her, right?

8

Genevieve

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