Overheard (Unspoken #2)(17)

She paused, setting her fork down on her plate. “Yeah, and you?”

“I just had the best sex of my life. I’d say that qualifies as okay,” he said dryly.

Familiar heat flooded her cheeks.

“If you don’t stop looking at me like that, you’re not going to be able to finish eating,” he warned.

She ducked her head but smiled at the desire in his voice.

When they finished eating, Gracie started toward the sink to put her plate up, but Luke intercepted her.

“You go wait for me in the bedroom. I want you on your knees on the rug. Naked. Hands behind your back.”

She swallowed nervously even as a thrill shot down her spine. She nodded and handed the plate to Luke. Her legs shook as she walked toward the bedroom.

She only paused a moment before shedding her shirt. Then she walked over to the plush rug that covered the floor in front of the bed and sank to her knees.

Rising up slightly, she put her hands behind her so they were clasped in the small of her back. Streaks of need pulsated and radiated from her pu**y into her abdomen as she imagined what Luke would do when he came in.

She didn’t have to wait long. He strode into the room, naked. He stopped when he saw her, his eyes darkening with approval and lust. His c**k sprang to attention, and Gracie enjoyed a moment of triumph that she affected him so.

“Do you have any idea how sexy you are?” he asked.

He stopped in front of her and reached out to thrust his hand into her hair. He palmed the back of her head, cradling it as he directed his c**k at her mouth.

“Take me deep,” he commanded.

She opened her mouth, and he thrust to the back of her throat. He rocked his hips back and forth as she swallowed and sucked at him. He gripped her head, holding her tightly against him.

He pumped into her mouth for several seconds before finally easing from her lips. He reached down and pulled her up to stand in front of him.

He fiddled with her nipple rings, pulling them until her ni**les stretched in front of her. “I love these,” he said. “They’re sexy. Like you.”

She twisted, jittery and needy as he plucked at her ni**les. She was hot and restless, ready to see what he had in store for her next.

His fingers trailed down her body, over her belly and lower to her pu**y. He dipped a finger between her legs, sliding into her wetness. Her knees shook and threatened to buckle.

“Get on the bed,” he ordered. “Belly down, legs apart.”

She did as he directed, crawling onto the mattress and lying down until her cheek met with the comforter. She spread her legs and stretched her arms above her head.

He crawled between her legs, pressing his chest against her back. He nudged her thighs farther apart with his knee then positioned his c**k at her pu**y opening.

He surged forward, pressing her further into the bed. His body covered her and his hips dug into her ass as he plunged deeper.

He reached above her, holding her wrists with his hands. She was unable to move as he thrust between her legs. Finally he let her arms go and dropped his hands down to her ass. He squeezed and massaged, pushing upward to gain better access to her pu**y.

Then he began thrusting in earnest, increasing his pace until the force pushed her up the bed. He bent down and nipped sharply at her neck until goose bumps dotted her back.

The throbbing between her legs bloomed and spread outward, radiating to every sensitive region of her body. She loved this dominant side of him, loved that he never once stopped to ask her what she wanted or if what he was doing was okay.

She panted as he rocked against her. She was so close and yet she couldn’t get there. Her orgasm built and built until it was painful in its intensity.

He grasped her hips with both hands, pushed up so her body angled to give him better entry, and he plunged home. She let out a wail as her orgasm cracked and burst around her. It hurt, it pulsed, it was the most exquisite form of torture she’d ever endured.

And it went on and on.

He collapsed forward, coming to rest at the deepest point in her pu**y. His chest pressed into her back, and his body melded to hers. A perfect fit.

She arched her ass into his pelvis, not wanting him to leave her just yet. They both heaved as they tried to catch their breath. Finally, he rolled off her, and she immediately felt cold without him covering her.

She mewled softly in protest, and he gathered her in his arms, once again wrapping his body around hers. He kissed her softly.

“Go to sleep, Gracie. I’ll be here. I’m not letting you go.”

Chapter Ten

Gracie woke to the sun shining in the bedroom window. The space beside her was empty, and she smelled bacon cooking. She smiled. Luke must be in the kitchen cooking breakfast.She stretched and climbed lazily out of bed. Luke’s flannel shirt lay in a heap on the floor, and she reached for it. She slipped it on, leaving it unbuttoned down the front. His scent surrounded her, and she wrapped the shirt tighter around her.

She padded barefoot out of the bedroom toward the kitchen, a wicked smile on her face. She’d tease him with a few glimpses of those nipple rings he loved so much. By the time breakfast was done, he’d be a walking hard-on.

She rounded the corner, letting her shirt gape a bit wider and let out a squeak of surprise. She yanked her shirt closed and stared at Wes who was standing in the kitchen leaning against the countertop.

She started to back up but Wes closed the distance between them.