Page 29 of Love's a Glitch
My overly romantic side kicked in, and I moved us from the shower to Luke walking me up the stairs to my apartment after our day together, his hand radiating heat across my lower back.
No, wait. He’s an adventure junkie.I need to take us somewhere more exciting than my bedroom.I’d never be able to have sex in public, but I was bolder and braver in my imagination, so I flipped through a few options.
The picture of him in the hammock over the cliff popped to mind and I placed myself there next to him….
Nope, not even my imagination. I’d worry our lovemaking session would end in pain and death instead of pleasure and cuddling.
Although with the way Luke talked about snuggling and sharing a bed, he equates those to death.
“Seriously, thoughts? Can’t you help a horny girl out?”
The movement on the end of my bed meant Dottie was readjusting, likely irked from being awakened from her slumber. I sucked in an impatient breath and waited for her to settle again. It was starting to seem like the universe didn’t want me to get off.
Okay. The car. Let’s stick to the car. Right after we returned from the burger joint to the parking lot of the ropes course.
Ellie, wait.Luke dived back inside my car, knee on the passenger seat he’d just abandoned. He placed his hand on my cheek and lowered his lips an inch from mine.I can’t stand the thought of you with another man. I know I said I’m not into relationships, but you awakened something in me I didn’t know existed. I want you. I want this.
He slammed his lips against mine, gliding his hand to the back of my neck and holding me in place as he parted my mouth with his.As though I’d try to get away, silly boy.
I threw myself into the kiss, reaching for my seatbelt and undoing it so there’d be nothing else in the way. He pulled me onto his lap and kissed my neck, that delicious scruff abrading my skin as we began removing one another’s clothes.
In the real, less exciting world, I circled my clit with my thumb.
In my fantasy, it was the raging erection beneath Luke’s basketball shorts that’d done little to conceal it—as I’d both seen and felt today, when we’d been up in the air and I’d been doing my best to redirect my thoughts from how far away the ground was—that part didn’t need any embellishing.
Feeling the significant bulge had done just the trick to turn my thoughts from the ground to Luke and his arms and his eyes and his mouth.Mmm. Just like that.
Naturally, in the alternate reality, I had condoms in my glovebox ready to go. Something I should remember to take care of in real life, as eventually my re-dating efforts might call for protection.
But I didn’t want to think about the person putting on the rubber to be anyone but Luke.
Once he’d secured it in place, I slid onto him, groaning at the way he filled me so perfectly.
Sweat beaded my brow in both versions, my hips automatically arching and bucking as they sought the high of my oncoming release.
Something heavy hit my hand, and it was only when I attempted to move it again and Dottie pounced for the second time that it registered. Here I was chasing an orgasm, and my cat was chasing my moving hand, assuming I was just playing her favorite game where I ran my hand beneath the covers while she tried to catch it.
“Dottie, this is so not helping. We’ll play in a second.” I nudged her to the side, closing my eyes to pick up where I was, rocking against Luke, his tongue thrusting into my mouth in time with the pistoning of his hips.
Pounce, pounce, pounce.
Slam, slam, slam.
Damn, she was accurate tonight.
“Oh sure,” I muttered. “You can’t find the cat treats I pour into your bowl unless I point them out, but here in the dark, you see every slight movement of my hand.”
Dottie climbed up to sit on my chest. She meowed and bumped her forehead against my chin. The next meow grew in volume, so loud I was worried I’d wake up the neighbors, and not with my screams of tawdry pleasure.
With a groan, I slipped my hand out of my panties and used the other hand to give her the pets she requested. The loud meowing started up again, the drawn-out “eowwwww” sound a sure indicator she’d heard the word “treats” and would be incapable of letting the idea go.
“All right, I’ll get you treats.”
Dottie jumped off the bed and ran toward the door, pausing to glare at me so I wouldn’t go thinking I had a few seconds to finish what I’d been in the middle of. “I’d threaten to interrupt your time with that tomcat across the street you longingly stare at, but the both of you are fixed, so I’m not sure how much good it would do.”
A loud complaint was her reply.
“I hear you, I hear you,” I said as I stumbled into the kitchen and groped around in the dark for treats. Once her bowl was filled to the brim, I washed my hands and padded back to the bedroom.
