Page 20 of Passion

“I’m sorry you’re having trouble sleeping, Vera. I’d be happy to come back.” He rose and turned off the lights, leaving his glasses and book lying on the table, and took my hand. I allowed him to lead me to the master bedroom where he climbed into bed and gave me my space, but by then, my stupid emotions were welling up.

“Luke, can you hold me?” I slid beneath the covers and curled up facing him. He looked apprehensive and cautious but did as I asked. As he scooted closer to me, I stretched my bottom leg out and curled my top leg over his body, my arms folded and tucked between us. He held me to his chest and I breathed him in. He smelled like a faint hint of his cologne and pool chlorine.

“Is this better?” he asked, smoothing his hand up and down my back. I nodded but felt something new stirring. I shouldn’t have asked him to come back. I should have taken a sleep aid or drunk whiskey—anything. This was headed down a dangerous path and I was feeling my body stir.

“Uh, yes.”

“You don’t sound sure.” He kissed my forehead, and it pushed me further into the abyss of arousal.

“I’m sure.” I bit my lip. Smelling his cologne, lying against his bare chest, the feeling of his heart beating against my body drove me wild. I closed my eyes tight and tried to push away my lust, but my body still wouldn’t shut down. I squirmed, wanting to be comfortable, but I noticed his body was wide awake too—and hard, and pressed against my thigh.

“I, uh,” he muttered as my leg rubbed against him in my vain attempt to be comfortable.

I turned my face up to look at him and our eyes met. The train had left the station and there was no making it return. I craned my neck until our lips touched softly. He wasn’t pushy, not like last time. Last time, I’d told him we wouldn’t use a condom “next time”, but this was next time and we were most certainly using a condom. I kissed him harder, reaching down to push my hand inside his shorts. The elastic band pinned my wrist to his body, but I managed to find his swelling dick and stroke it.

“I thought you were wanting to take it slow.” He nibbled on my ear and his words tickled my neck.

“I thought you were upset that I asked you to stay in the other room.” I rolled my weight into him, and he got the point and rolled to his back. I had to remove my hand from his pants, but he removed them anyway. It gave me time to grab a condom out of the nightstand drawer where I had stashed my collection. When I rolled back to him, he was stroking himself and watching me.

“You’re going to have to be a lot more naked than that.” He took the sleeve and slid it beneath the pillow. I yanked my shirt off hastily and then slid my shorts and panties off too. My body felt supercharged. I hadn’t been expecting to feel this way with him tonight, but I didn’t want it to stop. The longer I spent with him, the more I realized how much I liked him—and how awful Daven had treated me. This man in front of me was a fucking legend and I was the queen of self-sabotage.

I rose to all fours and took hold of his cock, holding it upright as I licked him. He closed his eyes and twitched each time my tongue drew a circle around his girth. His hand reached up around my thigh and slid into my crack. He found my moisture and played in it, pushing his fingers through my slit but unable to penetrate.

“Mmm,” he groaned as I stroked and sucked him. When I relaxed my throat and let him sink deep into me, he grabbed my ass and squeezed. He liked it a lot. So I did it again, over and over, taking him deep into my throat. “Shit… slow, now… Go slow for me, baby.” He coaxed me by pushing my hair back. When I angled my head so I could see his face, he pulled his fingers from my moisture and put them in his mouth.

I pulled his cock out of my mouth and lifted myself up, turning to ask, “Sixty-nine?”

He snickered and shook his head. “I want something different.”

Luke guided me to straddle him, and I draped myself over his chest and kissed him. He tasted like my essence, and I liked it. Salty and sweet, the flavor only lasted a short time before I had kissed it off his tongue. He smeared my wetness across my pussy, making the mess worse than it was before, but I enjoyed it. When he started pushing the silky mess across my ass, I knew what he wanted.

“Yeah?” I asked him, and he nodded. He held his dick up so I could position myself, and then I began to sink onto him. It burned, stretching me and making me clench my teeth. It hurt, but I knew once he was in me, it would be better than normal sex.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, just fuck me.” I moaned as I sank. At once, he thrust up as I settled down, and his entire length pushed into me as deep as he could go. He grunted in pleasure and grabbed my hips, beginning to thrust. “Ahh…” My pain slowly turned to pleasure, and it was overwhelming.

“Fuck, you’re hot. God, your ass. You feel amazing.” He pumped up as I rode him, and I knew he would make me come. I tried to massage my clit, but his hand beat me to it. He pushed two fingers into me, his hand squeezed between our colliding bodies, and with his thumb, he massaged me. It took exactly three seconds of this before I was putty in his hands.

“Luke… oh, fuck. Oh, God.” I came so hard, he had a hard time thrusting into me, and when he released, I felt it hot and hard inside me. I hated using condoms. Skin on skin was so much better, and this was the perfect idea. “Shit… Oh, my God.” I groaned as he slid in and out of me.

“Your ass feels better than your pussy. We should do this more often,” he whispered as I started to relax. He pushed into me one last time and then pulled out—no mess, except my own cum. I collapsed to the bed, exhausted and ready to sleep. I had been an idiot for turning him out of his own room. And I’d be an idiot if I stayed here very long at all. The sex was so amazing, I was going to wish I’d never met him when I had to leave him and break both of our hearts.

16

LUCAS

Hector’s eyes flicked to the rearview mirror more than a dozen times as we drove from my home in South Beach toward the office. The first few times, I thought he was watching me to be confident that I was content. He was thoughtful like that, and I appreciated his friendship. But when I noticed at the stoplight that his eyes lingered there, I began to think something was the matter.

“Everything okay, Hector?”

“Creo que nos están siguiendo.” Hector spoke in his native tongue, as he sometimes did with me when we were alone.

“Being followed?” I asked him, opting to stick to English, as my Spanish wasn’t nearly as good as his. I turned over my shoulder and looked at the line of cars waiting behind us at the light. I didn’t see anything amiss, but then I hadn’t been watching the whole way. “Which car?” I studied the cars, trying to place any of the faces in them. I didn’t recognize anyone.

“El sedán negro dos autos atrás.”

Two cars back, I couldn’t see due to the car directly behind us, but I decided to keep a watch on it as we continued toward the office. Hector flowed with traffic, and he was right. The black sedan was definitely taking every turn we did. The driver didn’t even bother to use their blinker as they navigated the turns. When I was convinced the car was, in fact, tailing us, I turned and faced forward again. We were almost to the office and I was a bit unnerved.

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