Page 17 of Truly (Peachwood Falls #2)

L aina

“Sit down,” Luke says. The words are a command and not a request.

A chill slips down my spine as anticipation starts to get the best of me.

We’ve done this before—too many times to count. I’ve been under him, on top of him, and beside him. But it’s never been like this .

This Luke, the one staring at me with darkened eyes and a delicious smirk, isn’t the sweet and playful guy who took my virginity. This man is confident. Deliberate. And, if I’m really lucky, he’ll take playful to a whole new level.

“May I start by sitting on your face?” I ask, grinning innocently at him.

“Later. Sit in a chair.”

I’m confused about how this will work if I’m sitting at the kitchen table, but I’m curious enough to play along.

“I’m big into foreplay,” I say, facing away from him. “But I’m not really understanding what you’re—oh, wow. Wait . What are you doing?”

Before I can begin the question, my hands are heldtogether behind the chair. My jaw goes slack, and my core heats to a boil.

“Do you trust me?” he asks, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.

I shiver. “Depends.”

“What if I promise you that I’ll make you come?”

“Absolutely. And whatever word means more than that if you make me come faster. I—oh!”

Before I can finish the thought, a black rope cinches around my middle just above my belly button and sucks me against the chair.

“Luke,” I say, my heart racing. “What are you doing?”

“Just playing with you a little bit. If you want me to let you go, I will. Just say the word.”

I try to wiggle my hands but can’t move them at all. It heightens my other senses, delivering a delicious new level of anticipation.

“I can’t play with you if I can’t move,” I say, lifting a brow. “Complicated thing to understand, I know.”

He moves the chair so I’m facing the refrigerator. Then he pulls a chair in front of me and sits.

“I didn’t say you were playing with me ,” he says, enjoying himself. “For a woman who writes song lyrics, you sure don’t understand basic English.”

“Very funny.”

He grins. “My God, you are beautiful.”

I wiggle against the rope again.

“Stop it,” he says, laughing. “You can’t slip out of that.”

“You don’t know that.”

“This is the kind of stuff I do for a living. So I do know that.”

Oh. Good point . “What are we doing here?”

“Remember a little while ago when you got out of the shower and taunted me?”

I gulp.

“And remember last night when we were watching the movie and you kept accidentally rubbing your foot on my cock?” he asks.

Unfortunately, yes.

“Oh, I have one,” he says. “What about when you came downstairs in lingerie and acted like you just wanted a piece of fucking pizza?”

Oops .

“This is my version of that,” he says, grinning. “This is called … paybacks are a bitch.”

“Don’t be vengeful. You don’t want to be that guy. Just let me go, and I’ll ride your cock. You won’t be sorry. I promise.”

“Nah. I’m good.”

He scoots his chair so close that his knees frame mine. The soft fabric of his sweatpants brushes across my bare skin. I try again to free my hands to no avail.

His palms cup the sides of my face. They’re rough against my cheeks, providing yet another sensation.

My legs squeeze together as my arousal coats the inside of my thighs. I need him. I need him so damn bad.

He lowers his mouth to mine. I moan as he nips at my bottom lip. The twinge of pain cuts through the riot inside me, rocketing me back to the present. I open my eyes to find his waiting for the contact before he crushes his mouth against mine.

The world stops spinning.

Luke takes control, working his lips against mine. My jaw falls lax as I struggle to remember to breathe. He takes that opportunity to explore my mouth with his tongue.

Fire spreads from my core, raising my temperature to dangerous levels. When he finally pulls back, I’m lightheaded. Breathe, Laina .

“Please let me go,” I say, panting.

“Not a chance.”

He pushes my robe off my shoulders and down my arms as far as it’ll go. My nipples strain against the thin fabric of my lingerie, desperate for attention.

They don’t have to wait long.

He takes his time removing each breast from the fabric, letting them hang over the cup.

“You’re perfect,” he says, sweeping his gaze over me. “You are absolutely perfect.”

He places a hand between my legs, urging them apart, and I sink against him, whimpering—begging for him to touch me.

“I would be perfect if you’d make me come,” I say.

“You’re going to. Don’t worry about that.”

“Prove it.”

He laughs, sliding a finger inside me. It takes me by surprise, and I yelp, both from the jolt and from the pleasure. I grind my pussy against him as hard as I can.

“You have no idea how hot it is to watch you fight not to fall apart on my hand,” he says.

I lean my head back, causing the ends of my hair to swish against my hands.

I never imagined that I would enjoy being tied to a chair and fingered, but it’s so fucking good. Not being able to move adds a layer of trust and another layer of suspense. What will he do next? Where will he touch me? When will I —“Fuck!”

The pad of his thumb rubs small circles around my clit. Each swipe across the swollen bud sends a bolt of electricity running through my veins.

“Do you want to come on my fingers?” he asks.

“Keep doing that, and I will.” I squeeze my eyes shut, rolling my hips as he finger fucks me. “This feels so good, Luke. So damn good.”

He sucks my right nipple into his mouth and pulls his finger out of me.

I start to object, but the pleasure radiating from my chest steals the words. Nips. Flicks. The pad of his tongue massages my tightened bud—but I wish I could reach for him. Touch his skin, feel how soft yet hard he is. I’ve always loved the feel of his body against mine. This is torture .

He pulls away, sitting back and watching me as he pops his fingers into his mouth.

“How do I taste?” I ask.

He leans forward and slides his tongue through my mouth. I bite it, sucking his tongue before he can pull it away. When he settles back in his seat, his eyes are blazing.

“What do you think?” he asks. “How do you taste?”

“I don’t have a lot to compare it to. Why don’t you take your cock out and put it in my mouth?”

His grin is salacious. “Is that what you want? Do you want me to fuck your mouth?”

“You can start there. But it won’t be the only thing you fuck tonight.”

Whoa. Who has taken control of my tongue tonight? I never spoke to Tom during sex like this. Maybe at the beginning when things were fun- ish . But tonight, the words are pouring out of me without thought. It’s natural. And I don’t want to hold back .

He stands, the veins in his temples pulsing, and pulls out his cock. It’s heavy in his hand—thick and veiny. The head is purple as he squeezes the base. A bead of pre-cum glistens on the tip.

I hold his gaze. “Give it to me. Let me taste you.”

His hands wind through my hair as he slides his length toward my mouth. I meet him midway, flicking my tongue across the head. The fluid is warm and salty—and the groan that erupts from his throat makes me feel powerful.

I suck the head as he presses himself past my lips.

He hisses as he hits the back of my throat.

I lick the head, spitting down the shaft before he plunges into my mouth again.

“ You feel so good ,” he says, the words raw. “I want to come down your throat so fucking bad.”

I hum around his cock, sheathing my teeth and taking him down my throat again.

His fingers dig into my scalp, and his hips rock against me harder.

My spit drips down his balls and falls onto my legs. I keep sucking the head, winding my tongue around it, and making as much contact with my mouth to stimulate him in every way. My eyes start to burn as his pace picks up.

It was never like this with him before. It’s never been like this with anyone, not that there have been that many.I’ve been treated like some glass doll that might break. Only Luke knows that’s not true—that I wanted him to play with me.

I want to feel everything .

I start to gag as he pushes too far, and he stops and removes his cock from my mouth. He kisses me deep and hard before pulling away.

His eyes are wild, his breathing as erratic as mine. Our gazes connect, and we smile.

And that feeling —the warmth and intimacy of his smile—is the best so far.

He unfastens the rope, and my shoulders fall forward. My wrists burn from the bite of the material holding them together, but I don’t have time to worry about that because Luke is picking me up and setting me on the table.

“I have to get a condom,” he says.

“Don’t.”

He stops mid-turn and lifts a brow.

I trust you. You are the only man, maybe the only person, I’ve ever truly trusted. I smile at him. And nothing has changed.

“I’m on birth control,” I say. “And I’m good to go.”

“Are you sure? I’m good. That’s not a problem.”

I grab his sides and bring him closer to me. I gaze up at him. “I want to feel you—all of you. I want to feel you come deep inside me.”

“Fucking hell.”

He urges me back until I’m lying on the table. I grab the half-wall ledge to brace myself.

“I want this too badly, and I’ve wanted it for too long, that I won’t last long,” he says.

“Same. I need to come. Now.”

He grins, sliding my thong down my legs. “We’ll get this first round out of our systems so we can relax, and then we can do it again and take our time?”

“I hope you mean we can do it many more times and take our time,” I say, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Now stop talking.”

“You’re very bossy.”

“I know what I want.”

I’m not sure what I said that earns his smile, but I’ll take it. And I also take his cock .

My legs are over his shoulders, and my ass hangs at the edge of the table when Luke thrusts inside me.

“ That ,” I say, my legs trembling. “Give me that.”

“You like this?” He leans back, then plows into me again. “Like that?”

“ Like that .”

He repeats the motion. Again. And again.

My arms go weak as I try to keep my head from ramming into the wall. My back burns as it squeaks against the table. The back of my pussy throbs as it takes impact after impact, and it’s the most glorious, delicious feeling ever.

“ Harder ,” I say, clenching my teeth. “ Fuck me, Luke .”

“You want fucked? You got it.”

I scream as he grips my waist, my legs flailing over his shoulders, and drives himself into me without mercy. I hold my breasts as they bounce with each thrust and close my eyes as the pressure becomes almost too much.

“How hard do you want it?” he asks, his fingers digging into my skin. “ Tell me how hard you want it .”

“Just like that.” The words are hard to get out. “Just … like that.”

“I’m going to come,” he says.

“Don’t stop! Please! One more— fuck !”

My body shakes as tiny constellations float through my vision. My legs tremble so hard that I can’t stop them. Beads of sweat drip from Luke’s forehead onto my stomach as he holds himself inside me and fills me with his cum.

I try to laugh, but it sounds more like a whine as I fall unceremoniously back to earth.

Luke’s arms give out, and his shoulders sag.

I carefully pull my legs off him.

He pants, an ear-to-ear smile on his face. “I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my life.”

“I assure you that I haven’t.” I struggle to sit up. “I still can’t see clearly.”

Luke scoops me up, cradling me like a baby, and presses a kiss against my forehead.

“I need the next round to be somewhere soft,” I say, yawning.

“Did you get hurt?”

I trail my fingertips down his cheek. “Not yet.”

He kisses me again and carries me upstairs.