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Chapter 14: Avery

T he second we stumbled through the door, Luke’s hands were on me, pulling me close, his lips crashing into mine. My back hit the wall, as his hands gripped my thighs, lifting me slightly, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling the hard press of him against me.

“You’ve been driving me insane,” he growled, his breath hot against my neck as his lips and teeth trailed down to my collarbone. “Every word, every look, every damn thing you do.”

I pushed at his chest, just enough to make him step back, and slid out of his grasp. His brows furrowed, confusion flashing in his dark eyes, but I didn’t give him a chance to speak.

Slowly, deliberately, I sank to my knees in front of him, my hands trailing down his chest, over the hard ridges of his abs, until they found the waistband of his pants.

“Fuck Avery,” he said, his voice rough.

“Shh,” I whispered, looking up at him through my lashes. “Let me.”

His chest heaved, his jaw tight as he watched me unbuckle his belt, pulling it free with a slow, deliberate motion. His eyes followed my every move, dark and burning with need.

When I unzipped his pants and freed him, he was hard, thick, and perfect. I wrapped my hand around him, stroking him slowly, watching the way his body tensed, the way his breath deepened.

“Fuck, that feels good, Avery,” he rasped, his head falling back for a brief moment before his gaze returned to mine.

I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the tip, then another, trailing my tongue along his length, tasting the salty heat of him. His hands fisted at his sides, his control hanging by a thread, and it sent a thrill through me.

I took him into my mouth, inch by inch, hollowing my cheeks as I slid down, my tongue teasing along the underside. He groaned, a low, guttural sound that made me clench with need.

His hand tangled in my hair, not pulling but holding, guiding, as I moved. I picked up my pace, my hands and mouth working in tandem, and his control finally snapped.

“Fuck,” he growled, his hips jerking forward as I took him deeper. “You look so good with your lips on my cock.”

I hummed around him, the vibrations pulling another groan from his lips. I wanted to drive him wild, to push him to the edge and watch him fall apart for me.

But Luke Carter wasn’t the type to let anyone have the upper hand for long.

He pulled me off him suddenly, his grip on my hair firm but gentle as he brought me to my feet. His eyes burned into mine, his chest heaving as he reached down and grabbed the backs of my thighs.

“You’re not finishing me like that,” he growled, lifting me effortlessly.

I gasped as he pressed me against the wall, his body pinning me there as his hands slid under my thighs to hold me in place.

“Luke,” I whispered, my breath catching as he positioned himself between my legs.

“You want me, Avery?” he asked, his voice rough and low, his lips brushing against my ear.

“Yes,” I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders. “God, yes.”

He didn’t wait.

With one hard thrust, he was inside me, stretching me, filling me completely. I cried out, my head falling back against the wall as he started to move. The angle had me seeing stars, every thrust hitting just right, driving me higher and higher until I was on the brink of losing control.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he growled, his mouth on my neck, his hands gripping my thighs so tightly I knew I’d feel it tomorrow.

I clung to him, my body arching into his, meeting him thrust for thrust.

“Say my name,” he commanded, his voice rough and demanding.

“Luke,” I gasped, the word breaking on a moan.

“Again,” he growled, his pace quickening, his control slipping.

“Luke!” I cried, my body trembling as pleasure built to a breaking point.

When I shattered, it was with his name on my lips, my nails digging into his shoulders as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.

He followed moments later, his hips slamming into me one last time as he groaned, his body tensing and shuddering against mine.

I was still catching my breath when Luke shifted, his hands firm on my thighs as he pulled me away from the wall. My legs were like jelly, barely capable of holding me up, but it didn’t matter, as he wasn’t about to let me fall. He scooped me into his arms, as he walked down the hallway, and kicked open the door to my bedroom and strode inside. Gently, he laid me down on the bed, his hands lingering on my hips as he straightened.

I watched as he shrugged off his shirt, the muscles in his chest and arms rippling with every movement. His pants followed, leaving him gloriously bare, and my breath caught at the sight of him.

He knelt on the bed, his hands bracketing my ankles as he slowly slid them up my legs, spreading them apart as he went.

“I don’t know to be pleased or angry at myself that couldn’t wait another few weeks to claim you.” He said as I stretched out in front of him.

“This means we can spend the next few weeks like this instead of pretending, “ I said as I watched his hands continue their journey, tracing every curve, every dip, until I was trembling beneath him again. He leaned down, pressing soft kisses to the inside of my thighs, his breath warm against my skin.

“I’ve wanted you like this since the moment I saw you again.” he murmured, his lips brushing against my hip bone.

I saw him grow hard again. Fuck I love the stamina of athletes, even ex-athletes like Luke. There is something about the raw need to take what’s yours. My hands tangling in the sheets as he lightly bit my breast as his fingers toyed with my clit.

When he finally moved over me, positioning himself between my legs again, I thought I might come apart before he even touched me. He held my gaze as he slowly entered me, inch by torturous inch, stretching me, filling me completely. I gasped, my back arching, and he stilled, his hands gripping my hips to hold me steady.

This was more intense than before. This was different. Almost as if he needs my body to recognize only him.

“Look at me,” he commanded. I obeyed, my eyes locking onto his as he began to move, slow and deliberate, every thrust measured and controlled.

“Fuck, Avery,” he groaned, his forehead resting against mine. “You feel so good. So perfect.”

He kept the pace slow, driving me to the brink over and over, only to pull me back, teasing me with his control.

“Please,” I gasped, my nails digging into his back.

“Please, what?” he asked, his voice dark and teasing.

“Don’t stop,” I begged, my voice trembling with need. “Please, Luke, don’t stop.”

His pace quickened just slightly, his thrusts deeper, harder, and I cried out, my body arching into him as he hit that perfect spot again and again.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. “Let go for me, baby. Scream for me.”

I was already falling apart, every nerve in my body alight with pleasure. His name fell from my lips in a chant, as the tension built higher and higher until it snapped. I screamed, my body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. He didn’t stop, his movements steady and relentless, prolonging my release until I was nothing but a trembling, moaning mess beneath him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his rhythm faltering as his own release overtook him. He buried himself deep, his body shuddering as he came, his grip on my hips tightening.

He collapsed against me, his weight warm and solid, his breath hot against my neck. For a moment, we just lay there, tangled together.

When he finally lifted his head, his eyes were soft, filled with something that made my chest tighten.

“That was better than I remembered,” he said.

“For me too,” I whispered, my fingers brushing against his cheek.

In that moment, I knew I was his.

Completely.