Something inside Luke snapped and he snatched his hand back and without so much as a second thought he grabbed her hips. He watched those bewitching eyes of hers go wide as he lifted her and spun her around dropping her roughly onto the desk. He spread her legs with his as he stepped between them. She opened her mouth to speak again. He didn’t want to hear another word come out of her pretty little mouth and without restraint his mouth crashed over hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. His tongue ran along the seam of her lips and she parted them, accepting him, inviting him to take what he wanted. He slid his tongue inside her mouth and stroked hers. He thought he had died, but then he realized he couldn’t have died because he was going to hell. Because he felt like what he was experiencing right there with Cara was a little sliver of heaven. She tasted of whiskey and the slightest hint of peppermint. His hunger for her couldn’t be tamed and so he took. He took everything she offered in hopes to suppress his hunger.
Her skirt hitched around her thighs and when he slid his hand under the hem he felt the soft flesh there prickle as goose bumps arose. He hiked the skirt higher until it pooled around her waist. He felt her hand glide over his erection to the waistband of his jeans. With both hands, she worked the button of his jeans before she brought down the zipper. He slid a hand into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a condom. He tossed it beside her on the desk, then placed one hand on each of her kneecaps. He widened her legs before his hands traveled back up her thighs. He broke the kiss only to trail his mouth down her neck.
A moan escaped from somewhere deep inside of her as she slipped her hands feverishly into the waistband of his boxers. She closed her hand over his dick just as he slid his fingers under the lace thong she wore. He bit back a moan as he dipped his fingers into her slick folds. Before he could think of, all the reasons he shouldn’t, he ripped her panties down her legs, shredding them in the process. She didn’t make a sound as he slipped them off her leg in a rush. She glanced up at him and that’s when he noticed the condom in between her fingers. He pushed his pants down in a hurry, along with his boxers. He took the wrapper from her trembling hand and pulled the condom out. He rolled it over the head before she took over and finished slipping it over the length of him.
Cara braced her hands on the side of the desk, her eyes closed as he drove himself into her. It didn’t matter how wet she was, she was tight and with each inch he slid inside her he felt her muscles clench all around his dick. He looked at her as he slid himself out. Her eyes were still closed, so he pressed his finger under her chin and leaned over, his lips a breath from her ear.
“Open your eyes and look at me.” He whispered gruffly. Her eyes fluttered open under his command as he drove himself back into her, her body arching in response. He wanted her to see it was him who was making his way inside her. He wanted her to know it was him she was wrapping her legs around bringing him deeper inside of her. And if only it was this one time he’d get to be with her, he wanted her never to forget it. He wanted her to suffer right along with him, because he was sure from this point forward he’d never be the same.
His hips crashed against her, flesh smacking against flesh, and he could feel her tighten around him. Her nails clawed at his shoulders as the friction their bodies created rubbed along her clit and brought her to the edge. He kept his eyes on her as her body awakened in a violent outburst. She writhed and shook her head as if she was fighting herself not let herself feel what was happening. Her body won the battle and she cried out as her back arched and her walls clenched around him.
Cara was a sight on a regular basis, but watching her as she came was something raw and beautiful. An image he’d never forget, one that set his own orgasm off. He thrust into her again before he exploded buried to the hilt inside of her.
Luke braced his hands on either side of the desk as he tried to control his ragged breathing. He didn’t know what to do. Did he kiss her? Did he take her in his arms like he wanted to and promise they’d figure this out? He pulled back slightly and searched her eyes, in hopes to find the slightest hint of what she’d wanted from him.
Her eyes never looked up at him though. He didn’t press either instead he pulled himself out of her and carefully discarded the condom. He heard her hop off of the desk and when he turned around, she was tugging on the hem of her skirt. He slipped himself inside his boxers and buttoned up his jeans. Say something, he told himself.
Cara dressed as quickly as she possibly could without turning around and facing him. He ran his fingers through his hair roughly. “Cara.”
She turned around abruptly finishing with the buttons of her shirt. “Don’t.” She said her voice was hoarse and full of remorse. Her eyes brimmed with unshed tears and a haunted detached look that disturbed him.
Luke stared at her for a moment, watching as she struggled to hold back her tears. He hated himself in that instant when her eyes met his again. She closed her eyes for a moment as if to put on a mask of sorts and when she opened them again they were cold and her stare was hard. More than a little confused by the mixed emotions playing in her expression, he took a step back giving her space.
“Now you could say you had your brother’s girl.” She clenched her fists at her sides, without another word she turned around and walked out of the office, her words ringing in Luke’s ears as he stood there in the wake of destruction.
Cara’s Journal: September 19th