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"Gracie! I'm close!"
He tried to take his cock out of her mouth, but she didn't budge. She took over. She held him around the base while she sucked, her cheeks depressed, encouraging him to give her what she wanted, while her hand milked him. Luke bucked. One, two thrusts.
"Oh fuck!"
His seed spurted into her mouth. Light and sound exploded inside his head. His orgasm spread throughout his body, consuming him. Intense pleasure made him giddy. Another load spurted forth from him at the sight of Gracie drinking everything. She hummed, and he growled softly at the ecstasy that inundated him. Every nerve of his being was at her mercy, at her beck and call. He didn't care. If Gracie asked him for the moon, he would have called in some favours to take her there.
Her mouth let go of him, licking and slurping without let-up until he shuddered, sinking back into the couch, spent.
From beneath lowered lids, he looked at her. Her mouth was lightly swollen and glistening in the dim light of the living room. He could see that giving him pleasure satisfied her by the way she was looking at him. Good thing he was sitting down. He doubted if he could stand up after what Gracie did to him.
"I like the way you taste," she said softly, her eyes lighting up. "Tangy and salty. I like salty."
"Oh, babe," he groaned, feeling his dick stir. Bloody hell. So soon?
Gracie stood and smiled, shucking off her jeans.
"Gracie, are you sure?"
He saw her blanch, and he sat up. Shit, she was retreating. He could see it in her eyes, at the way she stiffened as though there was now some invisible barrier between them. He watched her cheeks flush. His heart squeezed inside his chest. Oh God, no. Don't let that colour be shame.
She swallowed before she spoke. "After what we did you ask me that?" Her breath was ragged. "Are you?"
Immediately, Luke stood up. He held her shoulders firmly even as she had her eyes lowered.
"Gracie, look at me," he said. Luke tilted her chin with his fingers. "Please look at me."
She looked up, and he felt himself drowning in those brown eyes. He embraced her, the compunction to protect her strong in his gut. If he could bring her husband back to life only to put him back six feet under the ground, he would. That thought should have made him run away to the Pennines and stay there.
He didn't feel the need to do so with Gracie.
"You know this is what I've always wanted," he whispered against her hair. "No regrets, Gracie. I just want to make sure that you want this too. I will never hurt you." He inched away to look at her face, feel the softness of her skin, be touched by the trust that lurked in her eyes.
"Yes, I want this too," was all she said, her voice husky.
Luke smiled, an unusual kind of joy melting him. He gently made her step back and undressed in front of her. His cock was semi-hard after her blowjob but as soon as the tip touched her hip, it began to slowly stand at attention.
Seeing Luke at her mercy gave Gracie a heady feeling. Giving him pleasure satisfied her as much as it satisfied him. It humbled her to see that there was someone who wanted her, who sought out her pleasure before his own. The sensation of his fingers going in and out of her channel brought delightful shivers up and down her spine and brought sweet sensations down to her pelvis. She gazed at the man who wanted her, who sought to fulfil her need. He had coaxed her out of her shell. He had made her scream as her orgasm hit her. She drank in his good looks. The angular planes of his face, his wide forehead, his aquiline nose, his wide and firm mouth. She would take whatever he offered and enjoy it. She would take her pleasure now, to allow herself unadulterated bliss. She wasn't going to delude herself to thinking this was going to last, but she would take what she could get. It would keep her warm during the empty nights ahead.
Gracie's mouth curved gently before she shucked off her jeans. Goosebumps skittered over her skin, whether it was from the cold or the heat of Luke's gaze, she didn't know and didn't care. Luke was here with her, promising her a time of pleasure that would surpass everything.
The kiss Luke gave her was so sweet it took her breath away. He enclosed her in his embrace, his hand cradling her nape even as he massaged her scalp underneath her hair. She felt safe in his arms. Her own hands skimmed his body, her palms on his heated flesh, tickled by the light dusting of hair on his arms and chest before entwining her arms around his neck to bring him closer. A kiss of sweet surrender, and she broke it to lie down on the couch. Straightaway, Luke covered her body with his, his mouth continuing where he had left off, learning each and every space before grazing his teeth along her jaw line and down the column of her throat. Gracie moaned and arched her back when his mouth found her breast and suckled on her nipple. Bolts of unadulterated bliss shot from her sensitive nubs down to her clit, making it throb with need once more. Her hands held his head against her chest before running down his taut back. She moaned when he took the other nipple into his mouth and used his fingers to tweak the one he had left. She gasped as she felt his tongue swirl around her nubs. He rose up and kissed her again, their tongues playing, their lips locked in their own mating embrace. Her hips bucked underneath his as she felt Luke's erection nudge her hip. Thick, long, and hot. She ached for him to be inside her so much that it was becoming uncomfortable. She spread her legs wider. Easing up on the couch, she raised her knee until Luke's shaft settled at her entrance.
Luke raised his head to look at her, his face tight with the effort of not plunging into her. He groaned when she rubbed her slick opening against his cock head.
"Please, Luke." She could help the desperation in her voice.
Luke didn't need to be told twice. With slow deliberation, he prodded. The sensation of his cock against her slit made her channel weep with anticipation, her nether lips slightly quivering. Slowly, he entered her, their gazes locking, breaths suspended as flesh learned from flesh, heat firing yet easing the ache, the yearning of satiating the hunger inside them. Inch by delicious inch, Gracie stretched, accommodating him. She gasped as a quiver of pleasure lit up inside her. Luke halted and started to withdraw.
"Don't stop." Her voice was breathy. "God, Luke, don't stop." She lifted her legs. "Deeper."
Then he entered her, burying himself to the hilt. Gracie closed her eyes as his length and girth filled her. The slight pain caused by his entry through her tight walls soon gave way to the feeling of fullness where carnal heat rippled from her core through her body. A sigh of pleasure escaped from her lips when he moved. Her slickness coated him completely, her hips undulated, following Luke's beat. Every coaxing brought an erotic thrumming inside her that oscillated outward to bathe her entire being.
Her entire soul.
The ache caused by her longing gradually disappeared, replaced by a coil of ecstasy that tightened in the centre of her womb. It suffused her body with undiluted pleasure, electrifying every part of her channel, her breasts, and her heart. Her pulse seemed to follow Luke's thrusts, keeping a pace with it. Her breath hitched when she opened her eyes. Luke's eyes were almost midnight blue with his lust. Then with a gentleness she hadn't expected, he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, placing a kiss on her forehead even as his cock slammed in and out of her, increasing her rapture. He kissed her mouth, and Gracie moaned as their lips and tongues played.
"Feels good?"
"Yes," she cried when she felt his cock head deep inside her. Her palms rubbed against his nipples before she leaned forward to take them alternately into her mouth. Luke grunted and groaned when her tongue flicked against his own hard nubs.
Luke tilted her face to kiss her jaw line, dipping to nip at the pulse at the base of her throat when she dipped her head back. His tongue trailed up to suck on the sensitive spot behind her ear. Gracie's lips parted in ecstasy.
"All about you. This will be all about you," he whispered before hooking her legs over his arms that opened her wider. He thrust hard and deep into her. It was so deep that Gracie couldn't stop the cry from her mouth.
Luke did it again. Harder, deeper, and faster. His hips jutted against her upturned thighs with force. He pistoned in and out of her, every thrust pushing her towards the cliff she thought she'd never see again. She clung to him, anchoring herself to the safe harbour she was coming to know. His groans joined her whimpers, their heavy breaths fuelling the erotic air in the room. Gracie was tossed in a vortex of lust. Luke's every thrust elicited more cream to flow out from her, the slick sound of sex a melody of their joining. She moaned, urging him on. She was so near. Luke continued to plunge in and out of her.
"More! Yes!" she cried out before her orgasm hit her. Her vaginal muscles contracted around Luke, milking him. She screamed and a second later Luke joined her. His harsh growl stuttered in his throat as Gracie felt the warmth of his seed inside her. Bathing her. Filling her.
Her heart beat hard, her breathing laboured, but Gracie had never felt such bliss. She felt replete. She felt wanted. The thought brought a tear down the side of her face.
Gracie could feel Luke's heartbeat against her chest as his head rested on the crook of her neck. It was hard and strong, slowing down as he tried to catch his breath. The fact that he was still inside her made her warm all over. She didn't want to read too much into the intimacy, but she couldn't help but think he didn't want to leave.
After a while, Luke kissed her neck, making her sigh as her hands travelled up and down his back. The sweat generated by their coupling slowly evaporated into the cool air. Luke raised his head a little, his face puzzled. The tenderness in his gaze brought a wealth of tears that spilled down her temples.
"Oh crap," she muttered. She didn't want Luke to see this. Neither did she want him to think this was some ploy for him to stay. They kissed, they fucked. End of story.
"Let me up," she mumbled, refusing to look at him. He didn't budge. She pushed against his chest, but he kept her in his embrace.
"No." His deep voice thrummed against her body, sending a gentle crest of need through her.
"Please, oohh." Gracie closed her eyes when his cock twitched inside her.
Luke used his thumb to wipe away her tears.
"No, Gracie. I want you in my arms. I'll hold you. I'll keep you. I'll make you forget whatever it is you're running away from."
"Don't." She took a huge breath. "I don't want to cry. I don't want you to see me cry."
"Then stay in my arms, and I'll make you smile."
Gracie's eyes flew to his, and she saw the truth of his words.
Luke's hips nudged her. Her eyes widened. He gave her a mischievous grin. His cock twitched again inside her. Her mouth lifted in a reluctant smile. Her vaginal muscles clamped back. He growled. They were facing each other, their breaths becoming harsh with their carnal need.
"Put your leg over my waist," Luke commanded.
Gracie did as she was told, sucking in her breath when Luke pitched his hips to sink deeper into her.
"I want you to look at me when I fuck you hard."
She exhaled between a breath and a sigh, his words stoking the fire inside her again. He plunged in slowly, causing delicious quivers inside her vagina. Her lips parted as her eyes lowered to half-mast.
"Gracie," Luke warned even as he upped the pace of his thrusts.
"I can't help it," she whimpered, her words like staccato bursts that followed the rhythm of his cock driving in and out of her.
"C'mon, baby," he coaxed her as he continued to stroke in and out of her, licking and sucking on her lips, his voice hoarse. "Yes, you can. I want to see you come." He pitched into her and Gracie felt herself being pulled into the whirlpool Luke made, and she wasn't sure if she would come out alive. When Luke dipped his mouth to take her nipple, she felt her lust flow around him.
"Yes, that's it. Damn, Gracie, you feel so good," Luke groaned as he kissed her face, then captured her mouth.
Luke's voice seemed to come from afar. Gracie's entire being was wrapped in Luke possessing her, giving her what she craved. Every pore in her body felt electrified. Her breath hitched at the sight of Luke's eyes dilating with lust. Her breath came in gasps, feeling her core's muscles tightening with her need that when it erupted from her, it caught her unawares, and she gave out small cries until she screamed.
"Oohh…God! Yes!"
Her body trembled at the onslaught, her back arching at the exquisite desire that suffused her. Her cries tumbled from her lips over and over again until with one powerful thrust, Luke groaned his release.
"Gracie!" He emptied himself into her, groaning afterwards as he continued to thrust into her welcoming channel. Gracie felt the warmth of his seed coating her, her muscles milking him for more.
He shuddered beside her. His eyes closed, he kissed her face until his mouth found hers. He plundered its inner recesses tenderly, swallowing Gracie's whimpers, moving on to kiss her eyes, her nose, before coming back for more of her lips. Neither said a word. None was needed. Their hands caressed each other's bodies, their touch the language used for words unsaid, their sighs, and satisfied breaths the measure of their afterglow.
"Sleep, Gracie." Luke's voice was deep and sure. "You're safe with me."
Chapter Fifteen
Luke switched the engine off before turning to Gracie. Stubble powdered his angular jaw that she had caressed the previous night. She took her house key from her purse and was about to open the door when Luke stopped her. He leaned towards her and took her mouth in his. She couldn't get enough of him. She held on tightly, fisting her hands in his shirt, wanting to be a part of his skin as his tongue swept against hers. There it was again, that heady feeling of being pulled into Luke and feeling lust start to ride in her veins. She felt herself getting wet again even after he had taken her on the kitchen counter.
Breakfast had been forgotten.
What the bloody hell am I doing?
Gracie asked herself for the hundredth time, yet all of her reservations the day before were washed away by Luke's touch. She had never felt that kind of ecstasy the way she had with him. Everything seemed new again. Feeling, seeing, touching. She relished touching him with a new found awareness. The doubts that plagued her remained, and Gracie knew she had to let go of them. The question was whether she really wanted to. The doubts that Jonathan had implanted in her mind had become so much a part of her it felt like an extension of a limb. Were the feelings of inadequacy really a part of her that she couldn't remove?
Or was it because she didn't want to let it go?
What she had with Luke for just one night was special, and she knew it down to the marrow of her bones. She didn't know how she would feel once it ended. Because in spite of her refusal of being labelled his weekender, Gracie had become the very thing she disdained.
Soon he ended the kiss, touching his forehead against hers. She smiled against his mouth, giving him one last brush of her lips that rewarded her with a low rumble from his chest. Their breaths mingled, keeping her warm against the cold she knew would greet her once she stepped outside.
"I don't want to go. I want to stay. I can't get enough of you." He brushed his nose against her jaw, sending ripples of bliss through her, tempting her to give in. God knew that she had already given in. The ebullience of youth, something Gracie didn't have in spades anymore.
"I have to go." She felt Luke stiffen, but she just didn't want to hope for more than what they had the night before. It was Sunday and while it was still the weekend, Gracie couldn't allow herself to think that there was something more. "Thank you. I had a wonderful time."
"I'm coming back," he said in a voice that brooked no argument. "Don't stop me from seeing you."
"This is a free country, Luke," she joked, though her heart beat erratically. It's still Sunday. It's still Sunday. "You can do whatever you want."
"Does that mean I can do anything to your body so you can come so many times, you'd be hoarse, and I'll turn deaf?" His eyes darkened, and desire was melted chocolate inside Gracie, sucking her in.
Again.
She laughed softly. "I said the country, Mr. Bryce. Not my body." On impulse, she gave him a hard kiss before opening the door.
He grabbed her arm as she was about to step out. "I'll be back later. That's a promise."
She gave him a smile that didn't exactly reach her eyes. "I don't believe in promises anymore, Luke. But thanks." Gracie felt his eyes at her back, but she continued walking to her door. He didn't screech the wheels as he left and neither did he slowly back up from the drive behind her car. He didn't wait for her to look back to watch him go either.
It was better that way.
"Gracie."
She turned sideways. Noreen was in her robe with a mug of what she knew was good coffee. Her mouth salivated.
"Come on over and have coffee with me. I know you're dying for one," she said, grinning.
"You're a life saver," Gracie breathed, making a detour to her house.
Noreen's house was as eclectic and fun as she was. Vibrant throw pillows sat in a row on her couch and on the rug in front of the fireplace she hardly used. There was a mirror in the vestibule with tiny glass balls embedded in the frame. Gracie's wellies thudded dully on the sanded floorboards along the hallways until they became silent inside the kitchen's mosaic tiles. She sat on one of the stools by the dining table that often doubled as Noreen's desk. She forgot to stifle her groan when she sat, her body finally telling her that it needed some chill time.