“Yes.” The word was firm, the stubborn tilt to her jaw part of an expression she was sure she only used around him.
His eyes darkened and his grin made her knees weak. “Prove it.”
There was no more hesitation, no more teasing. Luke kissed her like he’d been starved ever since their last encounter. His mouth was demanding, coaxing, against her own, and her defenses crumbled easily for him. Her lips parted and his tongue was there, claiming her, the taste of his moan caught in her throat as two large hands pushed into her hair, tugging lightly, before those same hands lifted her up and onto the counter.
April made space for him between her thighs, locking her ankles behind him as Luke nibbled on her lip until she was gasping.
“Are you ready to admit defeat?”
She whimpered and he laughed. His lips found hers once more, their teeth clicking together from the force of the kiss, and she realized this was different than before. In the car, their kiss had been desperate, their movements frantic. Now, there was a languid heat, like anger but deeper, roiling between them as Luke brushed one hand down her spine.
“It’s OK, Jones. You can admit it. Right now, you’d do anything I asked you to.”
The shocked sound he made when she bit his lip made her smirk as she pulled back, intending to put a stop to this right then and there. “Good try, Pointer. But you’re just not that good.”
Luke’s eyes narrowed and a thrill went throughher when a muscle in his jaw ticked. “Oh yeah?” He reached for the hem of her skirt and slowly slid it up her thighs. “I think I could have you begging for me in less than five minutes.”
She glanced over his shoulder to the clock on the wall and did her best to keep her face blank. “So cocky. I bet when it comes to putting your money where your mouth is, you’re nothing but a disappointment,” she said with mock pity, patting his cheek.
“Let’s see who’s right, shall we?” The words were barely more than a growl and when Luke pressed apart her thighs, she didn’t stop him. This was purely scientific, entirely about winning. They could do this, just this once, to get whatever this was out of their systems. Then everything could go back to normal.
Luke lowered himself to his knees and looked up at her, eyes burning with a heat that made wetness pool between her thighs. Despite herself, she wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to look at him again while knowing thatthiswas what Luke Pointer looked like when he gave head—and he hadn’t even touched her yet.
“Go ahead and set your timer,” he murmured, and then his mouth was pressed to her inner knee, drifting higher, licking heat up her thigh as his hand flexed against her hip. She kept her eyes on the clock, not looking down even when she felt the tip of his tongue tracing the shape of her through her underwear, pressing lightly, tormenting her.
Cold air hit her sensitive skin, her wetness makingthe sensation erotic as Luke parted her folds with two fingers and licked his lips. “Time?”
“You have three minutes.”
He smirked and she knew he felt it when her pussy clenched in response. “I’d better get started, then.” As if the words were his unleashing, April gasped at the first press of his tongue to her entrance, dipping into her pussy in a barely-there taste that made her pant. The hands of the clock pushed forward slowly and her vision went black when Luke smoothed one fingertip over her throbbing bud and her eyes slid shut.
Her only solace was that his breaths were as uneven as her own and when he moved that same finger down and pressed it knuckle-deep inside her, his eyes rolled back at the first feel of her heat. She pulsed against him, feeling her slickness growing when he added a second finger and crooked it in just the right spot as his mouth finally lowered again.
“One minute left,” she panted and interrupted the words with a low moan when Luke sucked on her clit, tongue pressing against the sensitive nerves until her hips bucked and the sound of her own want filled the kitchen.
Like he’d been waiting for the final countdown, Luke looked up and she was helpless to look away as he hollowed his cheeks to feast on her, just as his fingers began to rub the spot inside of her that made her see stars.
“Fuck,” she panted, legs lifting until her feet rested on the edge of the counter to allow him better access,baring her fully. The quivering in her muscles told her she was close and the hands of the clock were forgotten as her orgasm danced just out of reach.“Luke,” she whined and shefelthim smirk against her. She bit her lip, desperate to keep the sounds in, not to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was winning. He moaned against her pussy and the vibration surprised her, a gasp flying from her mouth before she could stop it. “Luke,yes. Please, Luke.”
His fingers continued working her but his mouth lifted away, glistening and wet. “Tell me again how that kiss meant nothing. How youfeltnothing.”
A third finger made her cry out, the keening sound not one she’d ever made before. The truth was, she couldn’t tell him that. Not if she was being honest, anyway.
“That’s right,” he murmured, lowering his head again, eyes glazed as if already anticipating the taste of her on his tongue. “Put those pretty fingers in my hair, Jones. Show me how you like it, where you want me.”
She couldn’t resist. Her hands wove into his hair, the pink sparkle making her chuckle breathlessly as it glinted at her from amid his thick, dark hair. She had been right. Hehadliked the fact her nails were painted.
Luke groaned his approval when she tugged lightly at the strands, and when he glanced up at her again, she knew he was done playing—hadn’t even known he’d been teasing her up until that dark heat lit his gaze. “Beg for me, Jones.”
At first, she denied him. His mouth suctioned against her pussy, pulling away like he could tell when she approached the edge, the pace of his fingers slowing, until eventually she gave in. It was too much and not enough and, God, fine, she could admit that she wanted him. So when his tongue stroked her clit for the fourth time after three denied orgasms, she shelved her pride and begged.
“Please,” she rasped, spine curving in an attempt to pull more of him inside her, to take him deeper, harder. “Please, Luke.Please.”
The final plea did it. Luke’s tongue pressed inside of her, his mouth suctioning her clit while his fingers worked in tandem and she relinquished all control. Her hips pressed into him, grinding against his face, his hands, as her arousal dripped between her legs, coating her thighs, until Luke crooked his fingers and pulsed them inside of her, throwing her over the edge into sweet oblivion with a hoarse cry, like she’d been moaning for him for hours.
The aftershocks made her twitch as her body sagged against him as he stood, a kind of wonder on his face that unnerved her.
His smile was less smirk and more satisfaction as he took in the warmth still in her cheeks and the rapidness of her breathing. “I hate to say I told you so …”