14. Keke

Chapter 14

Keke

I can’t stop replaying every moment between us. The feeling of his lips on mine. The rush of excitement that came with being that close to him. The delicious way his tongue had slipped into my mouth.

Luke had a way of peeling back my layers, and it was starting to scare me just how much I wanted him to.

I did my nightly routine, changed into my jammies, then tried to calm down by pacing around my room. I tried to forget the feel of his hands on me and failed miserably. This is ridiculous. I've been with charming men before, men who could just walk in and take whatever they wanted. But Luke is different.

Still, there’s no way this can go anywhere. I was just doing my job, all part of the plan. Is this why so many celebrities end up screwing around with their co-stars? I’d have to ask Luke in the morning without explaining why I wanted to know.

I climb into bed, yank up the covers to my chin, and stare at the ceiling. But every time I close my eyes, I see him. Feel him. The thrill of our kiss, the warmth of his hand at my waist. My heart races, a steady, relentless beat that won’t let me forget any part of it. I can still feel the heat of him on me.

I shuck my nightshirt off and reach between my legs, desperate to release the pressure, otherwise, I’m going to end up doing something devastatingly stupid like walking down to his room. My hand slides beneath my panties finding my swollen nub. I clench my teeth as I touch myself. Pleasure rockets through me when I discover how wet I already am.

There’s no denying it now. The makeout session in the bar caused this, and I am too far gone to ignore the way I feel. Hot, slick, ready. I grab my vibrator from the nightstand, the cool silicone making me gasp until it warms up to body temperature.

Luke’s image fills my mind. The way his lips pressed against mine so perfectly, as if he’d been kissing me for years. The longing clutch at my waist. Those eyes. Those damn eyes. The way they widened slightly once he realized I was coming in for that second kiss. It sank me. I couldn’t fight the attraction anymore after that.

Standing by the front door telling him it was all a show took more strength than I expected it to. But I can’t think about that now. Not when my body aches so badly for this.

For Luke.

“Fuck,” I gasp when I slip the vibrator in deep. I ride it out as I fist the sheets with my free hand. My heart drums in my chest, and I feel so alive with desire, so on the edge that I cry out, cresting at the top of the wave. So damn close?—

“Keke? Are you okay?”

“Oh shit,” I whisper, holding perfectly still. The only sound is my vibrator, still inside of me. It’s faint enough I doubt he can hear it through the door. He must have heard me cursing the pleasure out. I clear my throat which makes me squeeze on the toy, ratcheting up the pleasure intensity. I call out, “I’m fine. Everything's fine.”

My words come out shaky and I pray he doesn’t open the door. But it creaks open anyway, and before I can say anything else, he’s standing in the doorway, his silhouette tall and broad against the dim light from the hall.

“Really? Because you don't sound fine.”

I can’t speak. I’m too turned on and too freaked out. I have no idea what to do next.

He steps inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click, and I can feel the weight of his gaze on me in the darkness. He doesn’t move any closer, just lingers near the door like he’s waiting for me to tell him what to do next.

I’m now praying that he can’t hear the vibrator, desperately trying to find the off switch. “Really, I’m fine. Just struggling to fall asleep.”

He doesn’t leave. Instead, I can hear him coming closer, each step slow, deliberate. I can sense when he reaches the edge of the bed but he doesn’t sit.

“There's no faking what happened between us tonight.”

I open my mouth to protest, but the words catch in my throat. I can feel his steady, unshakable calm even now, the faint glow of the street light outside casting soft shadows on his face.

“It was for the job, just an act,” I finally manage to say.

“Liar. You're as unsatisfied and wanting as I am.”

Does he know how close I am to the edge? He knows exactly what I was doing.

I stop breathing as he leans in, his gaze intent, focused entirely on me. Every rational thought slips away, leaving only the pounding of my heart, the vibrating of the toy, and a sudden ache blooming in my chest.

“There is no reason our relationship needs to be completely fake.”

My mind spins, grasping for something to say. I know better, know how dangerous this is. But when his hands skim over the blanket and rest on my leg, every ounce of resistance melts away.

I want this.

I want him.

His hand gently slides up and lingers, as if waiting for my permission to continue. When he leans in, his mouth a breath from mine, I know there’s no stopping this.

He cups my face, his thumb tracing the line of my cheek. I lean into him, surrendering to the pull that has long been simmering between us. I am done fighting this.

“Were you really going to pretend you weren’t touching yourself while thinking of me?”

“How—?”

“Let me help you.” He reaches between my legs, adding a faint pressure to the vibrator. “Thought so.” I shudder, my brain shorting out. “You’re so close already, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I whimper.

“Good.” He pulls back the blanket and takes control, fucking me with my own toy while planting kisses on my lips, my chin, my throat. I stop him only to tear my panties off, quickly placing the vibrator, and his hand, back into position.

Luke lets out an appreciative gasp as his eyes tour every inch of my skin. He jerks his shirt off over his head, leaving him in nothing but lounge pants. Even in the dim room, I can see his six pack abs and his V-taper. He sits next to me, giving me a better view. His pecs are a thing of beauty, and I get lost looking at him until he asks, “May I continue?”

“Yes.”

He thrusts my vibrator in and out as I rock myself on it in time with his hand. “That’s it, that’s a good girl.”

I grip the sheets with one hand and his thigh with the other, my nails digging into both as I climb higher. He stares straight into my eyes and orders, “Come for me.”

My body goes taut, the climax turning me inside out at his command, and I gasp from the extent of the pleasure. My whole body shakes while the orgasm slams through me. As my body relaxes, I try to unfurl my fingers, but Luke takes the hand on his thigh and kisses my palm before gently removing the vibrator.

“Fuck, I want you so bad,” he murmurs.

I nod quickly, and he stands and strips off his lounge pants. Even in the dark, I can tell he’s big.

How the hell is that going to fit?

All the same, I reach up for him, dying to feel him inside me. He climbs on top of me, and for a while, we just kiss. I can feel his cock against my thighs but he doesn’t rush anything. Every slant of his mouth over mine, every groan that rumbles out of him, makes me want him that much more. I need him, now. I need this. Yet he continues to take his time.

Luke traces my breasts with his tongue, sucking and nibbling on my nipples, making them hard as diamonds. His tongue runs around the soft skin, his fingers grazing and cupping.

Slowly, he moves downward, fingers, tongue, and teeth on my ribs, my stomach. I writhe beneath him, more than ready for this. Finally, the leash I was keeping on my patience snaps. “Luke, enough teasing.”

“Who says I’m teasing?” He settles between my thighs and pulls them wide over his shoulders. Without warning, he licks me in one long motion. A breath shudders out of me.

“Does that feel like teasing?”

“Only if you stop.”

“I’m just getting started.”

He plunges ahead, more of that magic mouth on my clit, while a finger paints up and down my slit until sliding into me. My head falls back into the pillows, and I curse up a storm as he expertly dines on me.

I don’t see the next climax coming as it swoops in and shreds me, leaving little in its wake. My body goes limp, and Luke takes his time before sliding his way up for a kiss. I can taste myself on his lips, and that turns me on even more. His rock hard cock sits near my entrance and I arch myself up to take him in, but he stops me.

“Condoms?”

I manage to say, “I’m on birth control and I’m disease-free. You?”

“Same.”

Although my brain was fuzzy from desire, I tease, “You’re on birth control?”

He snorts a laugh. “Disease-free. I get tested all the time.”

“So we’re good, right?”

“If you’re good, I’m good.”

I bob my head, desperate for the talking part to be over. This time when he kisses me, I wrap my arms around him as he reaches under my hips to pull me up to him. When he presses into me, I can’t help but gasp.

He’s bigger than I realized.

It’s just on the edge of pain, but an edge that is intoxicating. Every inch stretches me, and by the time he reaches the hilt, I’m close to another orgasm from that feeling alone.

He hisses, “Fuck, you’re so… fuck.”

I raise my hips to meet his, and he catches my rhythm right away. A third orgasm strikes, my nails raking down his back as I come all over him. I am beyond words—a guttural sound escaping me instead of a curse or unintelligible words.

“I can feel you coming on me.” He cocks his hips to hit my spot just right, and I buckle beneath him as the orgasm continues. “That’s it, that’s the spot right there. Fuck, I love seeing you like this. Come for me again. Is that what you want?”

I whimper and nod but he slows down, and so does my pleasure. “Tell me what you want. Say it.”

“I want you to make me come!” I beg.

He grins as he pulls out flips me onto my stomach. He yanks my hips back so my ass is up in the air, and spreads me wide open. I expected his cock, not his tongue, but Luke tongue-fucks me until I squirm. It feels amazing, but it’s not enough to make me come again.

He bites my ass and pulls me back to him as he kneels behind me, thrusting in with no buildup to it. I cry out in delight as he pounds me from behind. His length digs against my G-spot with every thrust, building it up again until I’m quivering. Our bodies slap together so fast it sounds like clapping.

Just as I near the edge of my next climax, I hear a familiar sound.

My vibrator finds its way back to my clit thanks to Luke. He presses it there as he fucks me, and between the toy and his cock, I erupt in a feral scream. He grunts. “That’s a good girl, fuck yes, Keke. I can feel the vibrations, too, and your pussy and little toy are gonna make me come.”

I gasp. “Do it.”

“Where do you want it, baby? Do you want to swallow me? Want me to coat your back? Do you?—”

“Come inside me,” I beg. “I want to feel it.”

He growls, “Fuck yes.” He presses the toy harder as he hammers into me, deeper and deeper. It’s almost too much, and I scream again as another climax tears through me. His sounds turn animalistic, and I feel him swell, the sensation stealing my breath.

“Gonna… fill you up…”

“Yes!”

He unleashes, pounding me so hard that we collapse against the bed as we come together. The vibrator is pinned against my clit beneath the weight of our bodies, and the feeling is overwhelming. Luke slams deep as he snarls against the back of my neck and comes hot inside of me. My body writhes beneath him as waves of pleasure course through me.

He bites my shoulder then turns it into a kiss. “Still?”

“Yes,” I gasp.

He pulls out and rolls me onto my back, where I finally get a reprieve from the vibrator. His smile is almost wicked, full of nefarious intent as he says, “I’m not done with you.”