Page 21 of Advantage Love

Slowly, deliberately, I sank to my knees in front of him, my hands trailing down his chest, over the hard ridges of his abs, until they found the waistband of his pants.

“Fuck Avery,” he said, his voice rough.

“Shh,” I whispered, looking up at him through my lashes. “Let me.”

His chest heaved, his jaw tight as he watched me unbuckle his belt, pulling it free with a slow, deliberate motion. His eyes followed my every move, dark and burning with need.

When I unzipped his pants and freed him, he was hard, thick, and perfect. I wrapped my hand around him, stroking him slowly, watching the way his body tensed, the way his breath deepened.

“Fuck, that feels good, Avery,” he rasped, his head falling back for a brief moment before his gaze returned to mine.

I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the tip, then another, trailing my tongue along his length, tasting the salty heat of him. His hands fisted at his sides, his control hanging by a thread, and it sent a thrill through me.

I took him into my mouth, inch by inch, hollowing my cheeks as I slid down, my tongue teasing along the underside. He groaned, a low, guttural sound that made me clench with need.

His hand tangled in my hair, not pulling but holding, guiding, as I moved. I picked up my pace, my hands and mouth working in tandem, and his control finally snapped.

“Fuck,” he growled, his hips jerking forward as I took him deeper. “You look so good with your lips on my cock.”

I hummed around him, the vibrations pulling another groan from his lips. I wanted to drive him wild, to push him to the edge and watch him fall apart for me.

But Luke Carter wasn’t the type to let anyone have the upper hand for long.

He pulled me off him suddenly, his grip on my hair firm but gentle as he brought me to my feet. His eyes burned into mine, his chest heaving as he reached down and grabbed the backs of my thighs.

“You’re not finishing me like that,” he growled, lifting me effortlessly.

I gasped as he pressed me against the wall, his body pinning me there as his hands slid under my thighs to hold me in place.

“Luke,” I whispered, my breath catching as he positioned himself between my legs.

“You want me, Avery?” he asked, his voice rough and low, his lips brushing against my ear.

“Yes,” I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders. “God, yes.”

He didn’t wait.

With one hard thrust, he was inside me, stretching me, filling me completely. I cried out, my head falling back against the wall as he started to move. The angle had me seeing stars, every thrust hitting just right, driving me higher and higher until I was on the brink of losing control.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he growled, his mouth on my neck, his hands gripping my thighs so tightly I knew I’d feel it tomorrow.

I clung to him, my body arching into his, meeting him thrust for thrust.

“Say my name,” he commanded, his voice rough and demanding.

“Luke,” I gasped, the word breaking on a moan.

“Again,” he growled, his pace quickening, his control slipping.

“Luke!” I cried, my body trembling as pleasure built to a breaking point.

When I shattered, it was with his name on my lips, my nails digging into his shoulders as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.

He followed moments later, his hips slamming into me one last time as he groaned, his body tensing and shuddering against mine.

I was still catching my breath when Luke shifted, his hands firm on my thighs as he pulled me away from the wall. My legs were like jelly, barely capable of holding me up, but it didn’t matter, as he wasn’t about to let me fall. He scooped me into his arms, as he walked down the hallway, and kicked open the door to my bedroom and strode inside. Gently, he laid me down on the bed, his hands lingering on my hips as he straightened.

I watched as he shrugged off his shirt, the muscles in his chest and arms rippling with every movement. His pants followed, leaving him gloriously bare, and my breath caught at the sight of him.

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