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  Suddenly, he grabbed my hips and stilled me. “I want to lay back,” he said and we scooted back until he was lying down. Without the headboard to use as leverage, I was left struggling to reclaim my earlier rhythm.

  Luke had a plan though. He pulled me down to his body and held me there.

  “Raise your hips.”

  I lifted until he was almost out of me and waited. My eyes popped wide open as he planted his feet on the mattress and started thrusting up, driving himself in me over and over.

  “Oh—FUCK!” I cried, the words muffled as Luke grabbed my head and buried my face against his neck.

  Unable to bite down on my lip with my face squished against him like this, I settled for biting his neck. He let out an animalistic groan and thrust up wildly, increasing his speed until I was seeing stars.

  “Luke, Luke, I’m gonna come,” I half-moaned, half-sobbed against his neck.

  “Yesss,” he hissed. “That’s right. You’re going to come all over this cock for me. Do it. Come now,” he growled, the command pushing me right over the edge.

  My body went rigid for that brief second right as climax happened, then shook uncontrollably as the white-hot shocks went shooting through my body. Luke was growling and panting like a wild animal beneath me, never once faltering in his rhythm as I flooded him with wetness.

  “That’s it. That’s my good girl,” he said breathlessly. “I’m gonna come. You want it?”

  “Yes!” I cried into his neck.

  “I know you do, baby. Bite me again.”

  I kissed his neck a few times before biting down so hard that I thought there might be a mark there tomorrow. Luke seemed to love it though, if his strangled moan was anything to go by.

  “Fuck, fuck—fuck,” he grunted, lifting me up by the hips just in time for me to feel the first spurt of his cum hit my folds.

  Thinking fast, I reached between us and grabbed his cock, jerking him off and getting every drop of cum out. He let out a noise that was almost pained, but I somehow instinctively knew it was relief. Once his cock stopped pulsing in my hand, I hesitantly let go of him and tried to sit back up.

  Luke had other ideas. He gripped my arms and pulled me down, draping my body over top of his. Both of us were covered in sweat and while part of me worried about crushing him with my weight, the post-orgasmic high was too strong for me to care.

  “You’re fucking incredible,” Luke tiredly whispered as he kissed my neck. “Mine.”

  After he said it, he bit down on my skin and then sucked hard enough that I knew it’d leave a hickey. Not that I cared at this point, but I knew I was going to likely feel differently about it in the morning.

  The reminder of the morning made my stomach flip and I pulled my head away from his neck, trying to look at him in the darkness.

  “Will you stay?”

  Luke didn’t respond verbally, but he pulled my head down to his to press our lips together. The kiss was shockingly sweet in comparison to the rough sex we’d just had and I felt my heart flutter in my chest.

  When he pulled me back, he whispered, “Go to sleep, Jenna.”

  I relaxed against his chest as he pulled me back against him and I silently prayed that he’d be there when I woke up.

  ~*~*~

  Chapter Eleven

  The next morning, I was totally out of it when I started to wake up. The only thing my mind was truly aware of was the dire need to pee.

  But when I went to roll out of bed, I became aware of something else. A heat pressed against my back and a strong arm holding me in place.

  He stayed.

  My bladder momentarily forgotten, I craned my neck back to look at Luke’s angelic face as he slept. He looked so peaceful that it nearly broke my heart to even think about waking him up.

  But I really needed to pee.

  I tried to gently remove his arm from my waist, but all my efforts got me was a sleepy grunt and a hard tug as he pulled me flush against his body. His other arm snaked beneath me and next thing I knew—I was even more trapped.

  There was no part of me that didn’t want to lay there and enjoy this moment for the rest of my life. But if I didn’t do something soon, I was liable to piss all over myself.

  “Luke,” I said softly. “Luke, wake up.”

  He nuzzled into the crook between my neck and shoulder and let out a huff. “No.”

  “Luke, please. I need to pee.”

  Begrudgingly, he pulled his arms away and flopped over on his other side, grabbing one of my extra pillows and cuddling up to it. I smiled at the sight. I had never once imagined Luke would be a fan of snuggling.

  Wanting to get back into bed as quickly as possibly, I just grabbed my bathrobe and slipped it on before making a mad dash to the bathroom. After my bladder was voided, I ran the water in the sink until it was warm so I could clean up the mess Luke left on me the night before.

  Once I was finished, I opened the bathroom door to head back to my room.

  It was like Deja vu to see Luke standing on the other side, leaning casually against the door frame. Only this time, he was totally nude and lazily smirking at me.

  “Where you going?” he asked as he blocked my path and stepped forward. I instinctively backed up, wondering what was going on as he shut the door behind him.

  “I was planning on going back to bed to cuddle some more.”

  “Mmm, I’m up now though,” he murmured as he backed me against the sink and lifted me up to sit me right on the edge of the counter. “And I have a better idea.”

  “Oh yeah?” I asked breathlessly as his hands started to slowly part my bathrobe. “What’s that?”

  Luke grinned and reached to his left, sticking his tongue slightly out of his mouth as he stretched to twist the shower knob. I smiled back when I caught on and hopped down, sliding the bathrobe down my arms and hanging it on the back of the door.

  Luke turned to me with a frown as he saw me standing up.

  “What do you think you’re doing?”

  “Getting in the shower?”

  He made a clucking sound with his tongue and shook his head. “Uh-uh. Get back up there,” he demanded, pointing to the sink.

  I frowned as I did so, then gasped when he dropped to his knees in front of me. The height of the sink was perfect for this and he wasted no time before diving between my legs and licking a stripe up my slit.

  “Ohhh, Luke,” I moaned softly before drawing my lip between my teeth out of habit.

  He looked up at me through his thick lashes for a moment before pulling back. “Let go of that lip, baby. They’re at work and I want to hear you scream.”

  “Oh my god,” I groaned as he went right back to work—flicking that wicked tongue of his rapidly over my clit and thrusting two fingers into my opening.

  I gripped the end of the counter with both hands, my knuckles going white as I tried my best not to squirm around helplessly. I couldn’t help but notice that with the hand he wasn’t using to finger me, he was slowly jerking himself off.

  That made the whole thing hotter. My hand flew to his hair and I pressed him harder against my pussy, moaning when he groaned out his pleasure. He seemed to love it whenever he made me lose control and I could definitely relate to the feeling.

  “Yes, yes. Please make me come,” I begged as my release rapidly approached.

  Luke’s affirmative moan was muffled, but I understood it clearly. When I suddenly felt his tongue stop on my clit, I nearly sobbed in protest, until I felt his teeth gently scrape across it right before he sucked the swollen nub into his mouth and caressed it with his tongue.

  It was like my entire body exploded. I screamed for him as I came, grinding my pussy against his face, and my head rolled back on my shoulder. The pleasure didn’t come all at once either—it boiled up until I reached a point I didn’t know I could even experience. I felt fluid gushing out of me and if I hadn’t just voided my bladder, I would’ve thought I had peed on him.

  But this was s
omething else entirely.

  Luke groaned loudly and pulled himself away, standing up and staring at me with a crazed look in his eyes. I was barely able to keep my eyes open to look at him, but when he suddenly shoved his cock into me, they popped wide open in surprise.

  His jaw was glistening from my juices and he still had that crazed look in his eyes as he started to fuck me.

  He was grinning like a maniac as he grunted, “You squirted on me. God, that was hot.”

  I moaned and reached up to clutch his shoulders as he aggressively took me. When he came in the bathroom I thought we were going to be doing this in the shower, but it appeared that I was able to make him lose control just as easily as he did to me.

  It wasn’t long at all before his thrusts became erratic and he shuddered, pulling out and jacking himself until he came all over my stomach and thighs. Once he was finished, he leaned forward, resting his cum covered hands on the counter on either side of me.

  “Fucking hell,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Didn’t know you were a squirter.”

  “Neither did I,” I said, laughing a little.

  He gripped my chin and turned me to face him. “Next time, I want to feel it on my cock.”

  I nodded and accepted the kiss he gave me. Even though he’d just orgasmed, I could practically taste his hunger just in this kiss. It became increasingly needy until he pulled away and looked down at me seriously, his jaw clenched tight.

  “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

  I accepted his help getting down from the counter, grateful he was standing there to catch me since my legs were even more wobbly than I thought they were. Luke chuckled as I leaned against him and tried to gather my bearings, reaching up to smooth down my wild hair before he helped me into the shower stall.

  I almost expected him to immediately take me again once we were beneath the warm spray, but he seemed perfectly content to turn me around and tilt my head back under the spray. He fumbled around with the bottles until he found my shampoo and he massaged it through my hair slowly, taking his time and seemingly enjoying the way I shivered under his touch.

  Afterwards, he gave me the same treatment with the conditioner before it was time to wash my body. I tried to hand him the shower poof I normally used, but he declined it with a firm shake of his head. He squirted a dollop of body wash into his palms and made a spinning motion with his finger, silently telling me to turn around.

  Luke’s chest was firmly pressed against my back as he began to slide his soapy hands over my front. I could feel his chest rumble as he hummed a song that I didn’t recognize, his hands gliding with ease over my skin.

  He handled me delicately—as if I were made of fine china—until he felt my nipples harden under his hands. He paused to pinch them roughly, pulling a hoarse moan out of me.

  “I love the sounds you make,” he whispered quietly into my ear, so softly that I almost missed it over the sound of the running shower.

  Luke washed my arms, stomach, and breasts thoroughly before pulling back just enough to give my back a similar treatment. My head rolled forward as he did my neck, gently soothing my sore muscles by kneading them.

  Once he was done with my back and his hands slipped down to cup my ass, my body became alight with desire once again. He lifted my arms from my sides and held them up to the wall, motioning for me to bend slightly forward and brace myself. My heart rate sped up as I felt his hands firmly gripping the globes of my ass and pulling them apart just enough to slide a soapy digit between them.

  I shuddered when his fingertip lingered around my puckered hole. Luke noticed and took my reaction as a go ahead—pushing the very tip of his finger into me.

  As he forced it past the tense ring of muscles, I let out a pained whimper. It hurt initially—just like I thought it would—but as Luke made soothing sounds behind me and I relaxed, it started to feel... nice. He pushed it a little further in and I inhaled sharply.

  “Do you like this?”

  “Y-Yeah.”

  He buried the entire finger in then pulled me back up against his chest with his other arm, trapping his finger inside my ass.

  “Would you let me put my cock here?” he heatedly asked, flexing his finger a little inside me.

  Anal sex wasn’t something that was ever high on my list of things to try sexually, but the way he said it and the way his finger felt pushed it up a few notches. “Yes.”

  “I’ll have to work you up to it. You’re too tight to take me.”

  As he said the words, his arm drifted down and he slipped his soapy finger between the lips of my sex to deliciously rub back and forth over my clitoris.

  This man was going to be the death of me, I was sure of it. He was insatiable.

  He murmured something I didn’t understand and pulled both his fingers away. I turned back to look at him, noting the frown of concentration on his face as he lifted my leg and placed it on the edge of the tub.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Just a second.”

  He slicked up his own cock with soap before spreading my ass cheeks and placing his cock between them. I panicked, my whole body tensing up.

  “Relax, baby. Not this time.”

  He released my ass cheeks and gently began to rock his hips, sliding his cock between them. His hand returned to my clit and now that he had better access, he was able to rub circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves.

  I cried out over and over, listening to the sound of his labored breathing in my ear as he brought us both closer to orgasm for what felt like the hundredth time in the past few hours. I was barely able to stay upright and I was grateful that Luke was as strong as he was—otherwise I would’ve already fallen to the floor.

  As he got more out of control, he began to growl into my ear again. It was the sexiest sound I’d ever heard and I knew I’d never be able to get it out of my head.

  “Can’t wait to fuck this tight little ass of yours,” he grunted as he abruptly removed his hand from my clit in favor of delivering a hard slap to my ass.

  The sound of the slap and my surprised squeal both echoed through the shower stall and he chuckled darkly before delivering another. My ass stung and he soothed it with his palm before doing it over and over again. He only stopped to push me forward, kicking apart my legs and redirecting his cock to my pussy.

  After he slammed in, he twisted his hand in my hair and pulled me upright again.

  “You love it, don’t you? You fucking love it when I spank you.”

  “Oh fuck—Yes!” I screamed as I reached forward in a vain attempt to brace myself against the wall.

  “Good, because I love doing it. I want to spank you until there’s an imprint of my fucking hand there,” he growled, and he roughly gripped my hips and began to plow into me. “Wanna mark that ass so everyone knows it belongs to me.”

  I was vaguely aware of my voice screaming his name as I came around him, my eyes rolling up in my head. Luke groaned and grunted for another few minutes before he pulled out and came on my lower back.

  The water from the shower washed it away and he leaned forward to breathe heavily against my shoulder.

  “You’re gonna kill me,” I whispered.

  Luke laughed breathlessly before reaching for the body wash and soaping up his hands again. I was in a daze as he finished cleaning me, and still pretty out of it when he helped me out of the shower and dried me off.

  The last thing I remembered was Luke lifting me into his arms and carrying me towards my bedroom as he whispered, “Sleep now,” sweetly into my ear.

  ~*~*~

  Chapter Twelve

  The next time I woke up, I was alone again. I glanced at the clock and noted that it had only been an hour since the shower Luke and I took together. I stretched before standing up and heading to my dresser to grab some clothes.

  As I passed by the mirror—I froze. I gaped at my own reflection, taking in everything from the slight discoloration around my breasts to the deep bruises
on my hips. It hadn’t slipped past my notice that Luke was pretty rough, but it was still surprising to see my own body looked so... used.

  Used in the best kind of way.

  For some reason, that thought reminded me that I had rudely snubbed Daniel the previous day and turned my cell phone off. I felt guilty about it now and powered it back on before getting myself dressed for the day.

  Once it was back to life and I was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, I scrolled through the texts I’d received since turning it off. There were multiple apologies from Daniel and requests to text or call him. Deciding on the latter, I dialed his number and pressed the phone to my ear.

  “Oh thank fuck. I was starting to think you were never going to speak to me again.”

  I laughed. “It’s been less than a day, Daniel. Don’t be a drama queen.”

  “You sound happy,” he observed.

  “I am. Everything kind of... worked itself out last night. And this morning,” I added quietly.

  “Oh my god, I need details.”

  “Not now,” I said, glancing to the door as if Luke was going to burst in at any second. “But soon. I’ll call you later to set something up. I just wanted you to know I’m not mad at you.”

  “Yay! You better call me later or I’ll be knocking on your door in the middle of the night.”

  “Duly noted,” I confirmed before ending the call just as my bedroom door opened.

  “Hey,” Luke said, smiling as he came into the room. “I thought I heard you up and about.”

  “Where have you been?” I curiously asked.

  “Making coffee and staying away from you,” he admitted as he wrapped his arms loosely around my waist. “If I stayed in bed, we would’ve never left it.”

  I tipped my head back, trying to silently will him to kiss me. “You wouldn’t have heard me complaining.”

  He hummed in contentment as he leaned down and gently kissed me, one of his hands coming up to possessively slide up my neck before gently gripping my chin. I melted into the kiss, swept up by every emotion and sensation I seemed to experience every single time he touched me.