Page 62 of Filthy Twisted Devil

Nothing has ever felt this good. Getting eaten out by Luke was mind-blowing, but that was all him giving to me. This time, we’re chasing our climaxes together. His jaw clenches tight and his forehead presses against mine.

“Luke,” I sob weakly. “I’m close.”

“Me too, wildflower. Fuck, you have no idea what I’d give to be inside you for this.” Each word sounds harsh and rough, nothing like his usual smooth, charming voice.

I want him inside me, too, but I don’t say it. It’s too close to an invitation, one he’d be a thin layer of fabric away from accepting.

“Come for me,” Luke says, cupping my face in his hand. “I want to watch you this time.”

My teeth dig into my bottom lip as I grind harder against his length, shamelessly chasing my pleasure. Heat blooms through me, and it’s Luke’s lust-hooded eyes on mine that push me over the edge.

I shriek his name as my body explodes, my trembling thighs clenching harder around his waist and my pussy squeezing hard around nothing. Through a haze of pleasure, I hear Luke roar out his own orgasm. “Fuck—Eden.” My name sounds ripped out of him, half curse, half prayer. Thick, hot liquid lands on my stomach. For some filthy reason, I love it—love feeling the evidence of how much he wanted me.

Luke collapses on top of me, his heavy comforting weight like a blanket. Even through the blurry aftermath of my orgasm, I know I’ll never forget this moment—not how safe he made me feel, or how hard he made me come.

After a moment, he unknots the bandana and rubs slow circles into my wrists, pressing a kiss to the inside of each one. “Too tight?” he murmurs. I shake my head, and something eases in his face. He brushes his knuckles along my cheekbone, tender in a way that undoes me more than anything else he did tonight.

I also know that we didn’t cross our invisible line. Instead, we moved it back into dangerous territory, where heartbreak is one wrong word away.

25

LUKE

For the past three days, I’ve dreamed of Eden. I wake with the floral scent of her shampoo wafting around me and the phantom weight of her body still in my hands. I hear her laugh, see the golden spill of her hair around her shoulders. I remember her gorgeous body, both as PrairieSmoke and as the girl on the couch whose skin I touched.

Today, just like the other days, I wake up hard as a rock.

I don’t even fight it. I drag off the boxers I slept in and fist my cock, sliding it slowly up and down my length. Pre-cum beads at my tip. I’m still half-asleep, the memory of Eden’s body under me blending with my dream about her riding me. I can picture it, her soft thighs spread across my hips, her breasts bouncing as she fucks me. I’d run my hands up her sides and find all the most sensitive places on her skin. I’d touch her clit just the way she likes it, making her pussy clench hard around me.

There’s no condom in my fantasy. Maybe I’ll roll her over and release all over her stomach, painting her with my cum. Maybe she’ll slide down and take me in her mouth. Or maybe—fuck—she’d let me come inside her, where no other man has ever been.

I grip myself harder, my teeth grinding into each other as I try to hold off from coming. I fail. I make a mess all over my hand, and I’m forced to reach for several tissues to clean myself up. After all that, I’m still hard. It’ll take a second round to even get out of bed, and my body’s going to take a few minutes to get there.

I’m pathetic. I’m like a teenager, so horny for a girl that I’m basically unable to function. I haven’t even fucked her properly and she still haunts me. Maybe I should be happy her virginity keeps me from crossing that final line. She might distract me so much, I’m incapable of dealing with my business, my family, my poker game, or anything else I care about.

Then again, remembering the way her head falls back when she comes, showing off the slender line of her neck, maybe it would be worth it. A whole life of nothing but fantasies about Eden Locke doesn’t sound all that bad.

My cock twitches, reminding me that I’ll need to jack off at least one more time if I’m going to get out of bed today. This time, I don’t take quite as long. I don’t need elaborate fantasies of Eden riding me. All I need to do is remember how goddamn good her pussy tastes, and I’m coming again in minutes.

Once I’m spent, I roll over and grab my phone off the bedside table. My only new texts are from my group chat with the guys, unfortunately. There’s only one person I wanted to hear from and I’m pretty sure she’s avoiding me. I reread our last few messages, just to torture myself.

Luke

Have you visited Hazel yet?

Luke

She’s cute enough that I changed a dirty diaper and got puked on without complaints.

Eden

Awwww. Haven’t seen her yet!

Luke

Are you working today? Beau and I are going back, you should join us.

Eden