Skin Deep (15 page)

I narrowed my eyes at him before replying,
“Lucas Tyler, huh?”

“Touche’ sugar.” Luke grinned, reaching over
and taking my hand in his bringing it to his thigh and holding it
there against his warmth.

We pulled up at his house and unloaded
everything from his car. We debated starting the pumpkins, but I
decided that we’d wait on Brandon. To kill time until he got home,
Luke and I snuggled on the couch, watching a movie while Doug
snored on my feet.

As the credits rolled on the movie, I glanced
at my watch. It wasn’t even five yet and Brandon wouldn’t be home
until around seven. Luke had fallen asleep halfway through the
movie. I slid gently out from under his arm, intending to let Doug
out to use the bathroom and do the same myself. I froze for a
second when Luke sighed and settled deeper into the couch, but
didn’t wake.

Doug and I did our business and I went back
to the couch to snuggle back in with Luke. While I was gone, Luke
had slid down further in the couch, his head resting in the corner
of the armrest, his arms folded across his chest, one of his legs
bent at the knee, the other stretched out in front of him. He
looked so beautiful it took my breath, and I couldn’t help
myself.

I sank to my knees in between his thighs,
lightly resting my hands on his hips. He didn’t move. I traced my
fingertips along the waistband of his jeans, watching his face
intently. His muscles quivered under my light touch, but he still
didn’t wake. I slowly unbuttoned his jeans, and slid his zipper
down, before parting the denim wide and tugging it down gently. I
drew in a breath when he came into view, because he was already
hard. My eyes flew up to his face to find his eyes, still heavy
lidded with sleep (or maybe desire?) watching me.

I tugged a little more on his jeans and he
lifted his hips a bit until he sprang completely free of the denim
trapping him in. He was so hard that he stood straight up, pointing
towards his hard belly, the tiny slit weeping already. I encircled
his hardness with my fingers, stroking him softly before bringing
him to my lips. I let my tongue flick out to wet my lips, the tip
brushing over the slit of him, tasting and moaning softly.

I heard Luke’s quickly indrawn breath, and
then his gasp as I parted my lips and slowly slid the tip of him in
the wet warmth of my mouth. I kept my eyes locked with his as I
took him deeper, and his hands came up to tangle in my hair on both
sides of my head. I worked him with my lips, my tongue laving the
head of him on my upward strokes, my hand wrapped securely around
the base of him. Luke was gasping with every stroke, his hands
tightening in my hair and guiding me into a smooth rhythm up and
down his velvety hardness.

On my next upward stroke with my lips and
tongue, I let my hand follow my mouth, stroking in tandem. Luke
faltered, his thighs quivering and I could feel him getting harder
between my lips, getting ready to lose it. He used my hair to start
pulling my head away from him, but I fought it, moving faster up
and down him, sucking him deep. His hips jerked under me and he
groaned as he lost it, his hands tightening almost painfully as he
gave over to it and I swallowed him down.

“God, Emma…what you do to me, baby.” Luke
rasped, his voice thick with sleep and desire.

I smiled softly up at him, not sure why I
blurted, “I’ve never done that before. Never let anyone…” I ducked
my head, biting my tongue. I heard Luke groan again before he
hauled me up into his lap and kissed me wildly, his teeth nipping
at my lips, the silver ring in his lip pressing so deliciously
against mine.

His lips left mine abruptly and he sat up,
pushing me back and twisting me to lie on the couch. He jerked my
jeans down my legs, taking my panties with them, tossing them over
the back of the couch in a heap. I hurriedly pulled my shirt and my
bra off over my heard, tossing them behind the couch, as well. Then
it was my turn to gasp as his hands smoothed down my stomach to my
thighs, before the fingers of one hand pressed deep into my
wetness.

I moaned as he whispered, “Dripping for me.
God, sugar!” He brought his fingers up to his lips and slowly slid
them between his lips, tasting me on them.

My breath came in on a gasp as desire curled
hard in my belly, setting me on fire from head to toe. I read the
intent in his eyes and moaned yes uncontrollably as he slid his
lips down my stomach, coming to rest at the juncture of my thighs,
his hot breath searing my tender, bare flesh. I spread wide for
him, inviting him to taste, almost frantic with the need. My hips
bucked wildly as he licked into me, my fingers spearing into his
hair, holding him tightly against my writhing body.

He flicked his tongue rapidly over the hard,
tight bud of my clit before sliding down and pushing into me as
deep as he could before retreating and laving me with the flat of
his tongue, up and down, the pressure building and building until I
was screaming with the need to explode.

Luke pulled back from my body, softly kissing
the insides of my thighs and nipping lightly at my skin. I tugged
his hair roughly, trying to pull his mouth back to me but he
wouldn’t budge.

“Luke, please!” I growled. “Put your mouth
back on me, please Luke, please don’t stop!”

Luke chuckled, blowing lightly over my
wetness and I shivered. “In a minute, baby. Mmmm…I love it when you
beg.”

I growled at him but I really wanted to
scream in frustration, and just when I thought I actually would, my
growl turned into a low, drawn out moan as he brought his lips back
to the tender flesh between my thighs, kissing it before sucking my
clit into his mouth and flicking his tongue rapidly against it.

My back arched, my hips bucking up into his
mouth, my hands forcing him harder into my soft, hot cleft as he
slid his tongue down and speared it into me, groaning as I rode his
mouth, his tongue fucking in and out and in and out until I was
writhing and shaking under him.

I jerked my hands back from his hair as his
hands slid up my body and roughly cupped my breasts, his fingers
pinching and rolling my nipples, my hands slipping up and my
fingers twisting in my own hair, pulling as every nerve in my body
screamed in pleasure. I exploded, my body spasming, my thighs
clenching tightly around Luke’s head, trapping him against me as I
thrust myself wildly into his mouth, his tongue dancing over my
clit as I came and came hard.

Luke pulled away from me with one last lick
that made me gasp and my hips jerk again, and then he was up and
over me, thrusting his tongue between my lips and kissing me
roughly. I tasted myself on his tongue and it made me feverish with
wanting again, even though I had just orgasmed myself
senseless.

Luke growled deep in his throat as I bit his
lip, flicking my tongue over the silver ring there before licking
into his mouth, tangling my tongue with his. I pushed up against
his chest with my hands, sitting up as he pulled back. Without
pause, I straddled his hips, grinding my wetness against the
hardness of him that was standing tall and thick between the parted
sides of the jeans he still wore pushed low on his hips from
earlier.

I thrust my hands into his hair, jerking his
head back as I rose over him, looking down into eyes that had gone
electric, a dangerous glint sparkling in the smoky grey-blue
depths. I bit my lip, feeling myself grow even wetter against the
heat of him pressed between my folds, feeling the throb of his
pulse in the thick vein running the length of him, nestled against
my clit.

The darkness in his eyes flat did it for me.
I felt something shift inside me, something wild and as equally
dark and dangerous as the look in his eyes. I don’t think I would
have felt it, or would have done what I did next if he hadn’t
looked at me that way.

Baring my teeth at him, I pulled my hands
from his hair and reached down between us to grab the hem of his
henley. I jerked it up over his head, his arms coming up to help,
and then he raised his hips, his hands sliding underneath me to
shove his jeans down his legs until he could kick them off
completely. When he was completely naked under me, I pressed my
right hand to his chest, tracing the heavy lines of ink tattooed
there in an intricate design, while my left hand tangled in his
hair again. I jerked his head back again, and he sucked a breath in
through his teeth.

I leaned into him and, still looking in his
eyes, I growled, “Inside. Now, Luke.”

I rose up over him a bit to allow him room to
reach down and take himself in his hand, running the thick tip of
himself back and forth through my dripping wet heat before pushing
just the very tip of him into me. He barely had time to move his
hand before I slammed myself down onto him until every glorious
inch of him was buried tightly and deeply inside me. I ground my
hips against him as I buried my face in his neck, biting and
licking and sucking.

I raised my head from his throat, staring
into his eyes again as I scored his chest lightly with my nails and
said, “Fuck me, Luke. Hard.”

He groaned, his hands gripping my hips
tightly, before he jerked his head back away from my fingers and
lifted me off of him. He stood, still holding me in his arms, but
allowing my feet to slowly drop to the floor. Once I was standing,
leaning into him, he fisted his hand into my hair at the back of my
neck, twisting his hand until the long, thick strands wrapped his
fist in a silken shroud. He yanked my head back.

Luke bent and sucked my bottom lip between
his teeth, nipping it sharply, and then spoke against my lips. “You
don’t know what you’re asking for, Emma.”

I moaned into his mouth. “I want it, Luke. I
can see it in you, can feel your restraint. I want your
darkness.”

He abruptly let go of my hair, freeing his
fingers from the silky strands, and leaned his forehead against
mine, whispering, “I don’t want to hurt you, sugar.”

“Please,” I whispered back. No, I didn’t know
what I was asking for. All I knew is that I’d had a slight taste of
that edge. Douche Bag Brad had spanked me once, but he hadn’t
expected me to enjoy it. When he had realized that I did, that had
been the beginning of the end, and he’d become even more of an
asshole. But with Luke, there was the promise of so much more, and
I trusted him. I’m not sure why, but I did, and I wanted him to
take me there.

Luke closed his eyes and blew out a breath.
He opened them again and looked at me. “If I do something you don’t
like, or anything hurts, and not in a good way, you stop me
immediately. Just say stop, Emma, and I will. I promise.”

I nodded at him, afraid to look away from him
for fear that he would change his mind, and I wouldn’t get to taste
the wild edge I could sense just beneath the surface of him.

Just like that, the fire was back in his eyes
and he growled low and deep as he fisted his hand in my hair again.
He kissed me, roughly and deeply, before jerking my head back and
turning me around. He used my hair to push me forward, bending me
at the waist in front of him.

“Brace your hands on the couch, sugar.” Luke
gritted out, his jaw clenched.

I put my palms onto the couch cushion,
bracing myself as I felt his hand release my hair, and his hands
skimmed down my back to my ass, squeezing the soft, round globes in
his palms as he leaned forward and pressed hot, open mouthed kisses
down my spine before sinking his teeth into the flesh of my hip. I
hissed at the sting of his bite, but my hips pressed back against
him, silently asking for more.

Without warning, he spread me wide with his
hands before slamming into me, going deep before almost immediately
withdrawing. I felt the sting of his palm as it connected with my
ass, sharply slapping, once, twice, three times in rapid
succession, drawing a ragged cry from my lips, and then he pushed
into me again. He fucked into me quickly, his hips slapping hard
against my ass and his hands reaching under my body to grab my
swaying breasts firmly, roughly pinching my nipples. The heavy sac
hanging between his thighs slapped against my clit with every
thrust, and I could feel myself tightening as the wave crested.

Releasing one of my breasts, Luke slapped my
ass again, harder than before, and it sent me over the edge, my
knees buckling so that he had to grab my hips to hold me up as he
continued to pound into me. I could feel my inner muscles clenching
him, milking him, and he fucked me harder, harder, and faster until
I heard him shout hoarsely, thrusting one last time as he came, the
thick heat of him pulsating between my thighs with the force of his
release.

Luke pulled out and we both sank to the couch
in a tangle of limbs, both panting for breath. I rolled my head to
the side to look at Luke and we both froze when we heard a gasp
near the door. My eyes flew to the door, where there was a man (a
fucking hot one!) standing just inside, his hand tugging at the
crotch of his jeans that were stretched uncomfortably with a
bulging hardness. A small scream escaped my lips as I scrambled to
cover myself, trying to hide behind Luke’s body.

Luke jumped up off the couch, unmindful of
his nakedness, and scooped his shirt up off the floor, handing it
to me. I jerked it on over my head, thankful that it hit the middle
of my thighs. Then I realized that Luke wasn’t pissed that a
strange man was standing in his living room, obviously getting his
jollies from watching us have sex. He was grinning at the man as he
grabbed his jeans and pulled them on before striding towards the
door, and then they were grasping each other’s hand and pulling
each other into that weird handshake-man hug-pound each other to
death kind of thing.

“Jackson, you fucking bastard!” Luke yelled.
“What the fuck, man? Its been a while but God, its good to see
you!”