Page 115 of Cakes for the Grump

The brush of a thumb breaks me, and I’m gushing and clamping down on his fingers.

He waits until my shudders die down before finally pulling out and licking his hand clean. When my ears have stopped ringing and my heart rate has gotten marginally slower, I raise my head and see. He’s still hard. And large. A blunt angle straining his trousers.

When he sees me looking, Luke steps back. He covers his cock with his hand, squeezing. The muscles in his neck stand out. “My control—I’ll be in control again. I need time.”

No. I don’t want that. I come off the counter and drop to my knees in front of him. It’s only for a second, because the moment I feel tiles on my skin is the moment Luke grabs me and lifts me into the air.

“Not like this.”

He is adamant. He carries me to the bed and places me down gently against the pillows. His eyes go on a greedy journey, looking at everything: my shoulders, arms, stomach, thighs, knees, breasts, the V between my legs. Every dimple and stretch mark and soft edge.

“Those are my stretch marks,” I say in a neutral tone. In past situations, when I’ve undressed before a man, these stripes of mine have either been skipped over by the eye as if they don’t exist or extra fetishized in combination with the way my skin folds at my hips or how my stomach has a non-flat personality.

I wait for him to react.

His hand cups the lines on my hip. “This is beautiful,” he murmurs. Then he strokes up to the side of my rib, under my breasts. “This is beautiful.” My shoulder. “This is beautiful.” My cheek. “This is beautiful.” He bends down and his mouth kisses the top of both knees. “This is beautiful.” It goes on and on. He’s not stopping. He’s adoring every bit of me as if he likes the whole of me. Me. Rita. A person. Heart, soul, personality, and body combined. That’s what he hungers for, and that’s what is chewing through his control.

Luke stands back, his hands flexing into fists at his sides. Fully dressed in his black suit, he needs to know. “Tell me what I’m allowed to do.” His tone is desperate. Ruined. The fingers that brought me to climax are pulling at his own tousled, lovely hair.

I bite my lip, my heart racing again. More, I want more. I’m so greedy for him now. He’s all I want. Afraid he’ll be able to glean the totality of my need for him, I flip his question around. “What do you want to do?”

“Don’t ask me that. I don’t have the control to pretend, sweetheart.”

I go up on my knees. “Undress and tell me.”

He starts slowly unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes not leaving mine. It drops to the floor, and I gasp, never tiring of the sight of his lean muscles. His belt is next, unbuckled to slide off.

All that is left are his trousers. I point to them. “Please take those off, too. I don’t want to be naked alone.”

He unbuttons himself, then steps out of his pants. He’s in just boxer briefs, and while I can’t see the full outline of him…the bulge makes me gulp. I think I actually lick my lips as he hooks his thumbs into his underpants, and slides them off.

“Why doyouhave to be beautiful all over?” I accuse, sounding breathless, looking at his cock. It’s glorious, hard, and reddened as if ignored for too long. I bring a hand to my eyes, as if shielding them from a blinding light.

“Beautiful?” He blinks. His cheeks flush and for the first time, I see Luke Abbot dazed and blushing.

“Yes. Beautiful. Your cock is too good. It’scriminal.”

His grin is like a slowly rising sun. “You can’t say these things to me. I’m having a hard time already trying to control myself, love. If you look at it like you want it in your mouth, I’ll put it into your mouth.”

“Do you not want that? Tell me,” I insist again, my tone urgent.

“I want my cock all over you, Rita. Everywhere. When you walk, I want your legs weak because I’ve fucked you all night. Inside that pretty pussy of yours, I want to make you mine. To soak you with my cum until there is no doubt who you belong to.”

My throat dries out, pupils feel big, and a wave of fresh lust claws at my belly. This is Luke without his slick veneer, unhinged and raw.

Do I want him like this? It’s like he’s read my heart. It’s all I want.Lowering onto my elbows, I do something I’ve never done before. I spread my legs open for him.

His eyes widen. More than half-crazed, he comes and flips me so I’m on my stomach. His mouth finds the juncture of my neck and sucks on the skin. “Tell me to stop,” he says one last time. Needing me to have sense since he has lost all his.

My hand finds the back of his head, my fingers threading through his hair. Gripping it, encouraging his mouth along. “Don’t you dare hold back. I’ll know. Give me everything.”

His hand reaches down and slips between my legs. “You’re a mess, Rita.” He’s spreading my wetness onto the inside of my thighs. “My mess to lick off.”

He does. He’s what I’ve never had in a lover, but what that deep primordial place inside me has always craved. Luke handles me with ownership, exposing every bit of me, and lathering on his own touch so as to erase any other that came before him. Only after I’ve toppled over another peak of pleasure with his mouth does he allow me to explore the hard planes of his body. The strength in his muscles is exquisite. I feel his abs shake underneath my fingers, and the ways his curses jumble together is my reward.

When I finally can take him in my hand, he appears ragged.

“I can’t think,” he gasps.