The Wells Brothers: Luke (23 page)

That emboldened her, slid the last
of her self-consciousness away, and she smiled slightly, feeling empowered by
the way his open appreciation of her body was plainly stamped on his handsome
features.

“On your knees,” he instructed,
adding quickly, “make sure you’re on the sleeping bag and not the stone.”

Aw, there peeked the other Luke,
however briefly before the dominant Luke was back in charge.

Dropping lithely to her knees, she
made sure she was right next to his hip, because even though he was being the
dominant partner in their little session she knew exactly what he wanted,
exactly what she wanted, and she sure as hell was going to have it.

Sliding her gaze sideways at him,
she smiled slowly, seductively.

His eyes narrowed warningly.

“Remember you asked if I
swallowed?”

Chapter 8

“You trying to take over, Red?” he
asked, dangerously quiet.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

He gazed at her for so long that
she decided to take matters into her own hands.  Literally.

Keeping her eyes locked on his,
she placed her hand on his abdomen, feeling the muscles within harden.  His
eyes glittered as she smoothed her hand lower, pressing a little on his pubic
bone, skirting the thick shaft that sat so enticingly near her hand, deliberately
letting the tip of her little finger trail along the hard length.

Oh yeah, his eyes glittered more,
the air around them getting heavy, the silence broken only by their breathing.

Or maybe it was only her breathing
that was a little choppy, because he remained calm, muscular chest rising and
falling evenly.  
Let’s see how long it takes to make you lose control,
Lukey-boy.

Her fingers skimmed through the
curls surrounding the base of his shaft.

Not one expression crossed his
face as he spread his thighs, giving her access in a silent command.

More than happy to obey, mostly
because she wanted to, Mikki slid her hand down to cup the heavy sac resting
between his thighs.  The back of her knuckles slid against the silk of the
sleeping bag as she gathered him up, and she slowly followed a pathway with her
gaze from his face to his chest, to his abdomen, to his shaft as it curved up thick
and long against his stomach.

Just the thought of that surging
inside her had hot cream gathering in her secrets.

Wrapping her other hand around his
shaft, she squeezed gently, feeling the tension roil through him, the slight
rise of his hips into her hold, satisfaction going through her.  Gently but
firmly, she rolled his balls between her fingers before massaging his sac and
pressing it up against his body.

Yep, he sucked in a breath that
time.  Unable to help a wicked grin, she continued to massage with one hand
while pulling his shaft from his body and lowering her head to lick across the
head.

He remained still, but man, she
could feel the tension in the air.  A peek sideways showed him still lying
there, one hand behind his head, the other resting on his upper abdomen,
looking like he had all the time in the world.  But his eyes were shut, his jaw
firm, a muscle jumping in it as she played her tongue around the tip of him,
sliding it across the slit at the very top, dipping in slightly, a flush of
desire stealing into his cheeks as she fastened her lips on the slit and sucked
strongly.

Beneath her hand his shaft swelled,
jerked, and she knew the blood rushing through her was even more intense in
Luke, the heat spreading out from his groin, his instinct to rut held in rigid
control but otherwise playing out by tell-tale signs from his body.

His abdominal muscles rippled as
he shifted slightly, his furtherest leg bending outward, giving her further
access.  “More.”

He wanted more?  No worries.

Releasing his shaft, she braced one
hand on the ground for balance and dipped down, tonguing his sac before taking
one ball in her mouth and rolling it along her tongue.

Oh yeah, he definitely jumped a
little then.  Didn’t expect that, did he?

Mind you, she wasn’t expecting to
feel so brazen, either, but there was no help for it, the more he took control
the more she was determined to show him she could match him.

Huh, seemed like their sparring to
best each other continued right into the sex.

Releasing him, she took in the
other delicate ball, sucked carefully, mindful that regardless of passion some
bits were tender, vulnerable.

Lifting her mouth, she used her
hand to pull his sac higher to reveal his perineum.  Placing her tongue right
at the tender spot, she licked hard before flicking it with her tongue.

“Jesus!”

Looked like Luke was feeling that
all right.

Turning her head, she licked right
up the back of his sac, dropped it into her hand and licked up the front, then
followed the pathway to where his shaft was straining against his abdomen.

Luke had his head tipped back,
hands gripping the sleeping bag each side of him.  Desire was riding him.

Not so relaxed or in control
now, huh?

Pleased with his response, she
palmed his shaft once more, pulled it to her mouth and slid down his length as
far as she could comfortably go, funnelling her tongue around him to give him
the firmness on one side of his shaft while he had the silkiness of the inside
of her mouth on the other side.

The man was big, no doubt about
that, but Mikki did her best, and her best was obviously enough to get him off,
because Luke’s hips started thrusting up into her mouth, one of his hands
coming down to twist into her hair to hold her in place as he thrust upward.

Caught up in the moment, she
sucked hard at the tip as he withdrew, gave him a slight grip of her teeth as
he entered again, enough to give an edge of threat and danger, not enough to hurt
or leave a mark.

His breathing had changed now,
short and sharp, almost ragged, and she felt him swell more in her mouth, knew
he was at the end, that he’d climax soon, and she sucked relentlessly, sliding
her hand between his thighs again, further down behind the sac to press hard
against his perineum.

His harsh cry rent the air as he
came, his seed spurting fast and furious, and she drank him down, sucking him
dry, welcoming his wildly pumping hips, and only when he collapsed limply back
onto the sleeping bag did she release him, pressing several kisses to his
abdomen as she inched higher to lie on her side with her head propped on her
hand, watching him shudder in the last throes of his climax, marvelling at how
such a strong, confident man could be brought to his knees by sex.

His face was darkly harsh as
desire raked through him, the flush fading from his cheeks as it ebbed away to
leave him simply panting, his hand on his chest, the other flung above his head
in abandonment.

When he finally opened his eyes
and looked at her, she licked her lips and gave him a big grin.  “Look.  All
gone.”

“Jesus, Red.”

She giggled.

Lifting his hand, he slapped it
down on her hip, gripping firmly.  “You sucked me dry.”

“That I did.  Gold star?”

“A whole box full of them.”

After several minutes, he slid his
hand up and down her hip.  “Thank you.”

“My pleasure.”  She winked. 
“Really.”

“And now it’s time I dealt with
yours.”  With that announcement, he suddenly sat up, grabbing her arm to bring
her with him.

Before she could comprehend what
he was doing, he dragged her across his body.  “Knees each side of me, Red.”

Her eyebrows shot up.  “Now you
want me to ride you?”

Sinking backwards until he laid
flat, his grin was pure sin.  “Come on up.”

Looking forward to having him
inside her, she crawled up, but before she could rise above his shaft he said,
“Keep on coming.”  When she looked uncomprehendingly at him, he reached down,
cupped her chin, and ordered silkily, “All the way, Red.”

All the…?
  Oohh, she wasn’t
sure about that. 
Did he really mean…?

His fingers cupping her chin pulled
gently but insistently.  “Crawl.”

That sounded sickly decadent, but
the sudden dominance was back in his eyes, the darker side of him appearing as
it had earlier when she’d cheeked him.  Heat flushed through her at the knowledge
of what he wanted her to do.  She’d never done it before, not like that, and
the thought of it…

Yet, trepidation aside, caught in
the sudden hot demand of his eyes, she was crawling up his body, her thighs
widening as she did so, urged on by his hand slipping from her chin to her
chest as she moved forward, fingertips grazing her nipples, both hands coming
round to grip her bottom, fingers digging lightly into the cheeks.

“Luke,” she began, voice a little
wobbly with uncertainty.

Embarrassment flooded through her along
with a whole lot of heat when she looked down into his eyes to find his chin -
oh God, his chin so near her mound.

“Up,” he ordered, then a flash of
a wicked grin.  “I want to taste you.  I’m going to make you cream and lick you
dry, Red.”

That had her arms shaking and moisture
rushing to her secrets.

Blindly she moved further, unable
to believe she was actually straddling him, that his face was so near her
womanhood.  Braced on her hands, partially up on her knees, thighs spread wide,
her breaths coming in uneasy yet erotic pants, she stared unseeingly at the
wall of the tower. 
What is he thinking?  What is he planning?  What is he
- then everything fell away, her stomach dipping out, her nerves juddering,
fire surging through her as his tongue suddenly licked her from her perineum to
the top of her folds, one long swipe, then again, and again, before he nuzzled
in, found her clitoris and played the little nub with his tongue.

Arms shaking, body arching, head
back, Mikki whimpered as sensation crashed through her on a tide of prurience.

Luke gave her no reprieve,
fastening his lips around her clitoris and sucking, rubbing the rapidly
engorging flesh ruthlessly with his tongue, teetering her on the border between
intense pleasure and almost painful tenderness, the little clitoris being
handled, its innocence swept away by his mouth.

Cream gathered, pooled, ardour
spilling from her, and Luke was suddenly there, his mouth fastening over her
opening, tongue plunging in, playing her inside, flicking around the opening in
teasing darts before he sucked strongly on her opening in imitation of what
she’d done to the slit in his shaft.

It rocked her, had her crying out,
nails digging helplessly against the sleeping bag.  Her thighs shook, his hands
gripping her bottom tightly to hold her in place, the orgasm rocking through
her as he drank her desire down.

She was about to collapse, the
passion roaring through her body when he shifted, the presence of his body beneath
her vanishing, his hands on her bottom gone, leaving her feeling bereft though
so far gone in a rising tide of carnality that she could only stay in one spot
and shake with the force of it.

Then he was behind her, lifting
her up fully to her hands and knees, his thick length nudging her opening,
strong hands gripping her hips to pull her hard back against him as he plunged inside
her.

His entrance rocked her, shoved
her over the edge, but as she rolled out he didn’t let her go, finding that
magical spot inside her unerringly and nailing it, rubbing mercilessly over it
again and again with a force that had her desire cresting then climbing again,
another orgasm shaking her ruthlessly, and still he continued, hips pumping,
just rubbing that erotic tissue, pounding, thrusting, pushing her upwards once
more.

Heart hammering, she thought she’d
surely die, her skin feeling like it was on fire while roiling waves of
voracity filled her, consumed her, threw her over only to be shoved yet higher
still by Luke’s relentless thrusting.

He didn’t give her time to
recover, her body a furnace, the flames unable to simmer down when he kept
stoking them mercilessly.

As she almost sobbed, crying out
his name into the night sky, he settled in to short, sharp, hard thrusts, his
hold on her hips the only thing holding her in one place.  He fell into a
pattern, continually pounding, and she had no idea how he could last so long,
keep up the pace, only to have him withdraw suddenly, flip her over, come down
on top of her and enter her again, invading her body with his, her mouth with
his tongue, ravaging her both mouth and body, taking everything she was and
replacing it with everything that was him.

She felt him swell inside her,
clung to him as he bowed over her, his biceps bulging, heat dancing along his
skin, one hard hand clamping behind her knee to lift her leg and push it
outwards, exposing her more fully to him, giving him greater access, his shaft
hard inside her to the base, his sac tapping against the seam of her body.

Coming up onto his hands he gazed
down at her through eyes burning with pure sin, pure desire.  He drew back
further than he had before, almost leaving her but not quite, and rammed back in,
sliding over that spot hidden inside her, pushing her over the edge, dipping
down to swallow her scream of released passion, ramming home again with another
powerful thrust, and finally once more, heat filling her so full.

And then she was gone, simply flung
out into a haze of sheer brightness and eroticism.

When she finally came to, she was
on the sleeping bag tucked up to Luke’s side, his arm around her, the other behind
his head.  She risked a quick peek, flushed at his smug grin and buried her
face in his chest.  “I can’t look at you.”

“That good, huh?”  He started
laughing, low and tender.

A sudden thought occurred to her,
and she lifted her head, alarmed.  “Luke!  A condom!  Did you use a condom?”

“Relax.”  Pulling her against him
again, he dropped a kiss on top of her head.  “I took care of it.”

“How could you possibly-”

“I’d say practice, but you’d hit
me.”

“Lucky for you I don’t have any
energy left.”

“Yup.”  He ran his fingers slowly
up and down her arm.  “I am the man.”

“I’d just like to point out that I
did rock your world, too.”

“Uh-huh, I’ll give you that,” he
said happily.

“That makes me the
woman
.”

“Yeah, but I’m still the
man
.”

She flung one arm over his
abdomen.  “Oh God, I can’t even argue that, I am so boneless.”

“The
man
,” he repeated with
absolute satisfaction.

~*~