But he doesn’t really steal it because you can’t steal something that is willingly given.
As his mouth presses kisses down my stomach, I wind my fingers through his hair, anticipating the extreme pleasure his mouth is about to deliver. When he reaches his destination, he takes hold of my legs and positions them over his shoulders before dipping his face to my pussy.
One flick of his tongue and I’m his. Hell, I was already his, but now I’m ready to hand over the keys to the driver’s seat whenever he wants to take a spin.
I grip his hair harder. “Please don’t ever stop what you’re doing,” I beg as I bite my lip and squeeze my eyes shut.
The pleasure builds to an intensity I’m not sure I can ever recall experiencing as he expertly works his tongue and lips to give me an orgasm I will never forget.
As I come, I scream, “Oh, God… Luke, fuck…”
Brilliant light shatters through my mind, and I lose all sense of knowing as my orgasm moves through me. All I am sure of in this moment is how good Luke is making me feel.
His voice filters through my consciousness, and I realise he’s moved up the bed and positioned his cock at my entrance. “Fuck, Callie, I need to be inside you,” he rasps as he slides through my wetness.
I wrap my legs and arms around him, digging my fingers into his back.
I need you inside me, too.
Over and over, and over.
Turning my face, I find his neck and suck it, letting my teeth gently nip him.
“Fuck me, Luke.”
Oh, for the love of everything good, fuck me hard.
He doesn’t wait to be told again, and growls as he thrusts inside. There’s no slow and gentle to this, which is exactly how I want it.
He thrusts in and out, again and again, and I hold on tight as our bodies move together. He’s lost to it as he works harder and faster to achieve his release.
And then he comes. He thrusts deep one last time before his body shudders and stills. I cling to him, needing my own release. It’s so close. Teasing me in that way where you want to scream out—‘For fuck’s sake, just let me have it’.
“Oh, God… Oh, God…” When it finally hits, all I can do is chant my way through it. The orgasm rushes through me, wiping out all my bad memories of the last three months of nothing but bad dates and vibrators.
I let Luke go, and fling my arms out to the side and close my eyes. I have no more energy left to even hold onto him anymore. That orgasm exhausted me completely.
He pulls out and chuckles. Brushing a kiss on my lips, he says, “You look beautiful when you’ve just been fucked.”
I summon enough energy to open my eyes and pout. “Only when I’ve just been fucked?”
He grins and drops another kiss on my lips. As he moves off the bed, he alters his previous statement. “Let me clarify—you are beautiful to me all the time, but when I’ve just fucked you, you’re off-the-charts sexy.”
I watch him walk to the bathroom as happiness whooshes through me.
Not only have I broken my dry spell, but I broke it with Luke.
The man I’ve been dreaming of for almost a year.
The man who wants me just as much as I want him.
The married man.
Oh, dear Lord, what was I thinking?
4
Callie
I watch from my bed as Luke shrugs his shirt over his head. I’ve been watching him for the past five minutes at least, as he took a phone call, all the while with a scowl on his face. He didn’t speak much during the call, but rather he listened to whatever was being said. To say I am disappointed that he’s covering his gorgeous body with clothes and leaving is an understatement. After craving this man for the last year, the previous hour with him is far from enough.
His eyes find mine as he shoves his phone in the pocket of his jeans. I see regret there, which is unusual. Luke usually masks his emotions. Unless he’s angry or frustrated, I can’t generally tell what he’s feeling. “I have to go.”
When he doesn’t say anything further, I nod. His words hurt more than I want to admit. An hour ago, he told me I’d stolen his attention, but now it feels like he can’t get out of here fast enough. My brain knows he didn’t come here just for sex, but my heart is crushed.
His forehead creases in a frown, and he opens his mouth to say something, but a text message captures his attention. When he pulls his phone out and reads it, the lines etching his forehead deepen. Looking back at me, he says, “Sorry, Callie, I really need to go. I’ll call you in the morning.”
“It’s okay, Luke, go. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” As much as I wanted him to stay a moment ago, I now want him to leave. If I’m going to drown in my own unhappiness, I’d rather do it by myself.
With one last glance at me, he turns and exits my bedroom. The sound of the front door clicking shut signals that I’m alone and I allow the confusion and hurt to take over.
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