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“Really?”
“What?” You slide a glance Luke’s way as you sling the silver pendant necklace over your head, letting it settle just above the top of your breasts. It accentuates the undone buttons of Luke’s green silk button up shirt that you chose specifically for your outing today.
Luke wedges his foot into his boot, zipping up the star-accented shoes while he catches your reflection in the mirror. “You’re gonna wear that shirt?”
“Is something wrong with this shirt?” a smug smirk plays at your lips as you tuck the hem into your jeans.
“No,” his voice goes up an octave, “just, uh, thought you might want to wear something more... Comfortable.”
“This one is comfortable, babe,” you roll your eyes at him. “Why else would you wear them all the time?”
Luke huffs, standing from where he was seated on the edge of the bed. “They are, but I uh, don’t have to wear a bra under them?”
You can tell he’s scrambling for an excuse, looking for a good reason why you might change. He always loves it when you wear his shirts, but he seems particularly affected by this one. An idea strikes you. You’d already been planning to tease Luke a bit today and give him some payback for how often he’d been in the studio lately. A sinful smile creeps up on your face as your hands slip beneath the top to remove your bra. Luke’s eyes widen comically when you toss it onto the dresser.
“Well, lucky for me, then, because I don’t have to wear a bra either.” You adjust the shirt and do one final fix to your hair. “You ready?”
Luke blows a blond curl out of his eyes, cheeks reddening as he glances at your chest in the mirror. “As I’ll ever be…”
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You press Luke against the front door the second both of you enter your house. He lets out a grunt of a breath, immediately melting as your body heat engulfs him. You kiss him, and he eagerly intensifies it with heavy pressure and searching tongue. He’s allowed only a moment of access before you playfully nip at his tongue and seal your lips once more. Your splayed fingers dip into his pecs. Luke whines.
“Please,” he mumbles against your mouth, eyes closed.
A soft chuckle leaves your lips as you back away. You watch his eyelids flicker open when your hand leaves his chest in favor of untucking the silk shirt from your jeans. Walking backward into the living room, your hips sway in a tantalizing rhythm as you mentally beckon Luke to follow.
“Such a fuckin’ tease,” he says. Luke stares for several seconds, bottom lip pulled between his teeth, before he kicks off the door and comes toward you. He whips his shirt off and throws it haphazardly to the side.
Your fingers have started working the buttons on your shirt open when he reaches you. Luke takes your hands in his, preventing you from getting any further on your mission of getting naked for him. “Leave the shirt on, baby. Wanna fuck you in it. Can I do that?”
A sigh escapes you at the deepness of his voice and the lust in his eyes when you meet his gaze. It’s so easy for him to give into the desire after being on edge for so long. You want nothing more than to dive into bliss with him. “Been waiting all day for you to ask me that.”
“Shoulda bent you over the dresser before we left,” Luke says as his mouth dips to your neck. His open-mouthed kisses have you trembling, making you trip as you continue your backwards trail toward the couch. “Shoulda known I was in for it the second you pulled that stunt with your bra.”
You chuckle and turn your head to the side to give him better access to your neck. “I swear your eyes never left my tits for longer than a minute today.”
“Can you blame me? Your nipples were hard all day!”
Luke hisses when your fingers grip at the button on his jeans, rushing to work them open and get him naked. “Silk felt good,” you shrug. “Especially with the breeze.”
“Didn’t help with that necklace drawing my eyes right fuckin’ to ‘em. Tease,” he nips your neck as punishment.
You curse when you stumble onto one of Petunia’s toys lying in the middle of the floor. Luke giggles at your misfortune, easily sidestepping it before his lanky frame makes him trip over his own feet. Now you’re laughing, pushing him back so you can examine your path for any other unexpected obstacles. Finding it clear, you smile at your boyfriend, admiring the flush in his cheeks and the way his lips glisten from his spit.
“Get naked for me, baby,” you coax him as you kick off your shoes and start wiggling out of your jeans.
He doesn’t need any more encouragement. Before you can get your first leg out, Luke’s naked, save for the black socks still covering his feet. An amused laugh bubbles from your chest, tummy tightening at the sight of his cock already hard for you.
“Someone’s gotten better at taking their skinny jeans off.”
Luke bends to help you with yours, smile beaming all the while. “Miracle I didn’t fall flat on my face. Now let’s see what you’re hiding under these pants, gorgeous. Been imagining it all day.”
You hum when his touch sends goosebumps across your thighs. His body heat is delicious in the chill of the room, and seeing him drop to his knees has your mind whirling. Finally, your pants come off, but Luke surprises you by taking his time to marvel at you from his place on the floor. His pretty blue eyes rake over your legs, following the path his fingers make up your calves and over your thighs. Luke’s hands shake with anticipation when they reach the green silk of his shirt, and your heart is hammering in your chest. You’re slick with arousal, desperate for him to give you more. But you don’t want to rush him when he looks so intent on savoring this moment after being teased all day.
“Maybe I should tease you back. Give you some of your own treatment…”
Luke raises the hem of the shirt up your thighs inch by inch. It’s silky smoothness is heaven, and it heightens the roughness of Luke’s fingertips gripping your skin. He takes his time. His lips ghost kisses on every inch of flesh he bares. You dig your teeth into your bottom lip as you fight to keep quiet, to stop yourself from begging him to quit teasing. You know you deserve this after you spent the entire afternoon driving Luke wild with your outfit.
“Baby…” you groan when his nose bumps against your center as he switches legs.
The hem of the shirt finally lifts high enough to reveal your underwear, and Luke sucks in a breath.
“You… are such… a fuckin’... menace,” he bites your thighs between each set of words when he sees the matching green silk panties.
“Like them?”
Luke nods, curls bouncing. “So pretty. Can’t wait to make a mess of them.”
You sigh, head rolling back as he licks over the soft fabric. Without thinking, your legs spread wider to accommodate his broad frame. He buries his face into your core. The sudden attention makes you squeal and grip at his hair, holding him close to you to keep yourself balanced. Quick flicks turn into lazy glides as he eats you out. It’s too much and not enough, and you know Luke’s doing this on purpose. You’re soaking through the silk. There’s no way he can’t taste your essence.
“Mm,” he flattens his tongue over your pussy before pulling away, “how you feeling, baby?”
You whine when he brings his thumb up to rub over your clit, silk caressing your bud and making you pant. “Fine,” you say, “doin’ fine.”
Luke chuckles against you. Instead of responding, he goes back in and licks at you even faster. You’re shaking when he reaches up and cups your breast. You’d had just enough time to undo enough buttons before he stopped you from taking the shirt off entirely. The way the silk feels against your skin makes you glad Luke told you to keep it on. He tweaks your nipple, pulling it away from your body. You gasp at the pain, arching into his touch. At your reaction, he decides to move both hands up and give your nipples equal treatment. A throaty groan fills the room, and your eyes squeeze shut in pleasure. Luke uses his leverage on your nipples to pull your entire body down toward his mouth, effectively making you ride his face from where he’s on his knees for you. His noises are almost too much. He’s getting off on getting you off judging by the way he presses his mouth into you. Your center muffles his moans and little hums of pleasure; your own uninhibited groans drown Luke’s out with ease.
Your body rocks, jolting and shivering when he flicks his tongue against your covered clit, nipples aching when he squeezes them. Opening your eyes, you find him glancing up at you, studying your face as he eats you out over your panties. The pendant necklace dangles above your chest, interrupting your view of his pretty face as it sways with your movements. It rests just inches above Luke’s fingers, and a thought of him reaching up and taking it in his grasp blinds you momentarily. You know you could cum from this, but you want Luke inside you. Your pussy throbs when you imagine him filling you.
“Felt that,” he pulls away for a moment and tosses you a cocky grin. “You’re desperate, aren’t you?”
You tug on his hair in retaliation, smiling smugly when he moans. “No more desperate than you, handsome.”
“Probably right,” he admits with a shrug. “Surprised there’s not a puddle on the floor from how much I’m leaking.
You shiver at his honesty.
“Luke…” your gaze bounces over to the piano on the other side of the living room. “You know I love that pretty mouth, but I need you inside me before I explode.”
He stands, knees popping, and pulls you into a searing kiss. You taste yourself on his tongue when he slides it against yours, arms wrapping around you and tugging you against his chest. His skin is warm underneath your fingertips; the silk glides against him every time you shift. Luke winds your thigh around his hip with tight fingers gripping behind your knee. The position slots your center against his thigh. You groan and roll against him, clit tingling from the pressure. His cock twitches in interest against your leg. Knowing that you’re affecting him this much makes your head spin, and you’ve barely even touched him. Luke sucks on your bottom lip as you grind down, his own body encouraging your movements with his own hips circling. The fire inside you flashes with every rotation of the waist. You’re both flushed and eager, panting against each other’s mouths, rocking a staccato rhythm in an attempt to bring yourselves closer to the edge but also prolong the pleasure. Neither of you makes a move to change positions or go faster.
“Silk feels so good,” he mumbles against your lips, “rubbing just right on my cock. Driving me crazy.”
Humming, you nibble his plump bottom lip and stretch your arms to wrap around his neck. It’s hard to tell where you’re touching because you feel him everywhere. His body heat, his scent, the friction as your nipples rub against his chest hair every now and then. It’s almost enough. So close to your peak, you whine when Luke squeezes your ass and starts guiding your movements against his thigh.
Your heart leaps when he picks you up fully. He carries you over to the piano and lays you back without any fanfare. A whine leaves you when the coolness of the piano lid seeps through the thin silk covering you. But you know you’ll be sweating before long.
“No more teasing.” He takes his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly while watching you.
You nod, eyes skimming his tall frame, noting the distinct way his jaw ticks when he glances down at your pussy. Letting your legs fall open, you reach out to him. Luke laces one hand with yours and steps between your legs. Gentle fingers slide your panties to the side, and he exhales a shaky breath when he feels how soaked they are. He strokes you fully, spreading your wetness across your center and circling your clit a few times. He chuckles at your gasping breaths.
“Thought you said no more teasing...” you murmur. Luke smirks and you sigh, “This feels an awful lot like teasing.”
“Is this teasing?” There’s a playful lilt to his voice when he guides his cock up and down through your folds, getting it wet.
“Ye-” he cuts you off by pushing into you, and your mouth drops open in a silent moan. “Fuck!”
Luke starts slowly. His full length disappears inside of you, stretching you, before he pulls back. It’s torturous and definitely teasing, but your brain can’t form words to complain. Finally having him buried in your heat sends your body into overdrive. You’re tingling from head to toe. The piano is the perfect height for him to fuck you like this. You’d discovered that fact some time ago, but it’s been ages since he’s taken you like this again.
Without quickening his pace, Luke trails a finger between your breasts, over the pendant necklace, and down to the little buttons holding the panels of green silk together. His eyes flicker between your face and his hands as he undoes one button at a time. You can feel the shake in his grasp each time you clench around him. Luke makes sure he’s deep when each button pops open so your tits bounce for him and your mouth parts in that pretty ‘O’ he loves so much.
“Luke, baby,” you whisper when the shirt is open and his hands are wandering your torso. “Please fuck me.”
“I am fucking you,” Luke smiles. “Is this not enough, my love?”
Your head rolls to the side when you groan. The need has built all day, but the stimulation only brings you so close. “More. Please.”
He leans down, tweaking your nipples while kissing up the column of your throat. “But I love seeing you desperate just like I’ve been desperate all day. Been thinkin’ about being inside your sweet pussy since the second I woke up. That only got worse seeing you in this shirt. Knew I had to have you on the piano again. Remember how hard you came last time?”
“Luke!”
His chest shakes as he laughs, but he finally goes faster. When he leans back, his hands grip the tops of your thighs, fingers splayed and dug into your skin. “I’ll give you faster, baby. Can’t guarantee how long I’ll last though. Pussy feels too good.”
Mentally, you’re screaming when he drags your ass down to the edge of the piano lid. His tight grip on your thighs gives you nowhere to go. Your body jolts with each snap of his hips against yours, tits bouncing with every thrust. Your panties, pulled to the side, are bound to be ruined from your juices. You can’t remember the last time you were this wet, this eager. The pleasure soars through you, pussy contracting and squeezing his cock. The little grunts and sighs Luke gives you only fuel you further. You want to cum, but you also want to see how quickly you can have him falling over the edge.
“Come on, baby,” you coax breathlessly as your own fingers find your nipples. “Cum for me.”
“Ladies first,” he grunts between clenched teeth.
A squeal rips from you when his thumb rubs your clit with intent. It’s just enough pressure in exactly the right spot that your legs start shaking. Sweat slicks your body and makes the lapels of the silk cling to your skin, but the softness is unlike anything you’ve experienced in the heat of an orgasm. Luke’s thrusts press against your g-spot with relentless quickness that builds the more you clench down on him.
“So close,” you gasp.
Luke sighs, tossing his sweat-damp curls from his eyes. “Same. Cum with me, gorgeous.”
You’re nodding, chest heaving as pleasure rolls through you. You pinch desperately at your nipples in an attempt to finally push yourself over the edge. The knot uncoils when Luke closes his eyes and lets out a string of curses. Fuzzy waves of warmth, ripples of intense satisfaction tingle from your scalp to your feet. You feel heavy, drifting in and out of bliss as Luke’s cock throbs inside of you. Eyes closed, you savor it. Your hands fall to the side, one clanging against the piano keys and smashing a series of notes.
Luke chuckles, tired and clearly spent from his exertion. “That good? Can’t even hold your hands up?”
You manage to flip off his general direction, a wry smile pulling up the corner of your lips, as you will yourself to come back into your body. “‘m boneless…” You still feel miles away, floaty. “Jello.”
It’s impossible to tell how long the two of you stay like that. He lazily drapes himself across you, nose nuzzling into your neck. Luke’s spent cock softens inside of you, and the pounding of his heartbeat slows as he trails tickling fingers over your thighs and stomach.
“God, you look angelic like this,” he comments as he raises up to stretch, “my shirt draped like that and my cum inside you.”
“Stop talking like that,” you groan, low and tired but intrigued, “unless you want a round two.”
You crack your eyes open just as he pulls out. You study his face as he zones in on your pussy. His tongue comes out to wet his lips, pupils dilating. This is one of your favorite parts, no matter how many times he fills you. It’s like the novelty never wears off when Luke watches his cum drip from your center.
“Just might be down for that,” he finally responds as he swirls a finger through his cum. He moves your panties back into place, patting your center and making you jolt, before bringing the finger to your lips. You suck it into your mouth, circling it with your tongue and groaning at the taste.
“Told you I was gonna make a mess of these panties, baby. Wonder how many times I could fill you before they can’t handle it, before my cum starts dripping out of them…”
“Fuck,” your pussy throbs at his words, “can we test it out? Please?”
“Thought you’d had enough teasing to last a lifetime?”
You prop yourself up on your elbows, heated gaze following the lines and curves of his body from his face down to his cock. It’s been too long since the two of you had more than a round or two, and now that the offer is on the table, you don’t want to let it go to waste.
You smirk when you find his cock stiffening at your words. “Think I could handle a little more.”