Sensual Persuasion Ch. 06

"Would you prefer that we do this elsewhere?" Luke asked, as he roamed my body with his hands. His hands trailed down to the zipper of my pants, as he undid them. He pulled them off my legs, all the while skimming with those sensuous bold caresses of his.

I tried to push his shoulders away, but found to my dismay that I couldn't. I was trapped. Trapped in the sensuality and the danger of it all that anyone could come walking in any minute and see me wantonly, spreading my thighs for the magnificent creature that was trailing kisses down my abdomen.

"That's not what I meant!" I cried, my head tilted back. My eyes drifted closed of their own volition and I concentrated on nothing but the pleasure of his mouth as he placed massaging kisses back up again, between the valley of my breasts. He unclasped my bra and removed it.

"Luke!"

He glanced at me in slight confusion, as if he was fighting a war within himself. He looked torn. I stopped breathless as he closed his eyes for a moment and opened them only to give me a look of such pure sex that it made me gasp. "Cameron, give me something. So help me god, I will fuck you hard if you keep talking like that and looking at me like that."

I shut up.

In no time, he bent his head to suckle on one of my nipples, the pleasure so overwhelming that I couldn't help but claw his head closer to it, as he suckled it. I arched towards his mouth. That hot mouth. His tongue swirled the hard pebble of my nipple, his wet tongue lapping around them.

"God this feels good," I whispered. I absolutely refused to beg.

Luke took his own damn pleasure in my moans, I could tell, as he savored the reaction. I grew wet and insistent against his own hard dick, as I began to rock back and forth against it. My panties became a hindrance and I was tempted to just chuck it off, as he began to lave the same attention to my other breast, suckling with that tongue of his. In the back of my mind's eyes I could see the tongue swirling around my nipple, as it grew pebble hard, massaging the softness of it underneath, playing with it delicately.

His hands slid down to my pussy, as he pulled away. His fingers played with the folds, opening me up, playing with the most sensitive part of me. I gasped and opened my legs wider. He watched me and a sudden shyness took over. I tilted my head away, but he quickly grasped my chin and tilted it towards him. "Don't look away from me."

"What?" I asked confused. I was wet and wanting and that was all he had to say?

"I want to see every ounce of that desire. Don't ever be embarrassed to look at me," Luke said. His slight accent coming out. That husky, I-want-to-fuck-you-all-day voice got me so turned on that my breath hitched.

Luke leaned in and kissed me again sensuously, as he trailed a hand down to my lacy panties. He worked it off, and quickly discarded the clothes he was wearing, until he was left in nothing but his boxers. My mouth parted at the sight of the smooth expanse of bronze perfection of his body. He was like a darker version of Adonis, with the toned abs and the muscled pecs. His shoulders were broad and I wanted to run my hands on them.

Luke trailed his hands down, as he played with the folds of my pussy. I hissed out a breath. Luke glanced at me and for a moment he just stared.

"You're wet for me," Luke said. "Will this pretty pussy cream even more once I lick and taste all that syrupy honey? Do you want my head between your thighs eating you out until you come so hard that you'll be begging me to plunge this dick inside you?"

For some reason, I grew wetter at the statement. What was happening? I couldn't help it, as he kissed me once more, his muscular arms wrapping around me to bring me closer to his hard heat. I could tell that he wasn't going to let go and he took and plundered my mouth, reveling in the sensation of the blistering, hot, fevered kiss.

I trailed my hands down his pecs and an eight pack of abs that a girl could die for. He was magnificent in all his tanned splendor. My lips were bruised and my eyes twinkled with the desire to be fulfilled. Surely, I knew I looked like a sex kitten, but he was even more magnificent. He was a sex god epitomized. He put the god-like image in my head to shame.

I couldn't help myself and quickly drew my hands down his chest softly, feeling his muscles jump at the contact. Heat emanated from his skin and I knew my touch was affecting him.

"Have a care," Luke said. "I don't think I can last long if you're going to touch me like this."

I continued touching him, nearing down to the waist of his boxers, before he quickly grabbed my wrists and drew them above me.

"I want to touch you," I said.

"That's too bad, because I want to taste you first," Luke said commandingly, as he bent his head. There was no apology for his lust. There was nothing, but that I want to fuck you mentality. There was no denying the sensuality and the intense sexual pleasure between us at this moment. The pounding of the pleasure I was receiving shocked me. His kisses were drugging me, until all sanity left me. I was always cool-headed. I was never to lose my composure, but this bad ass of a male was making me lose all that.

If I had any sense, I would stop reveling in the pleasure. I would stop whatever this intense pleasure was between us, but for whatever odd reason, I couldn't. I didn't want to. The onslaught of sensation wracking every part of me until my pussy was throbbing was too much for me to get a handle on anything. This male who was invading every ounce of my common sense was drugging me and seducing me into this maelstrom of pleasure.

I don't know what it was, but the sight of Luke's dark head between my thighs, as he parted them, brought a loud moan, that I quickly grasped my hand over my mouth. If I yelled any louder, I was sure someone was bound to come in here.

Luke smiled. "Oh baby, I'm going to make you come so bad that you're going to have to bite that hand of yours if you want to keep quiet."

And just like that he dived in. Luke sucked on my throbbing clit, sliding his tongue up and down and around the folds, like he was gobbling up a favorite treat. He sucked and he sucked hard, until I was moaning into my hand. My breathing became labored and I bucked against his mouth, sitting there, watching him suck me.

"...Luke...ahhhhh." I tilted my head back in such overwhelming pleasure. "...ahhhh, oh my god..."

"You like that?" he said, as he blew hot breath near my throbbing center. I was so wet, that he used his tongue and lapped it all up with long, delicious licks.

"Yes!" I cried out. He continued lapping at me, playing and teasing around my clit. His tongue slid down then back up circling my clit, flicking it, pressing his mouth closer. I could feel the warmth of his tongue touching my clit in torturous, leisurely licks that got wilder. "Fuck...ahhhhhhhh...yes, just like that!"

I moved my hips to get closer to his mouth, as I grasped the back of his head, trying to latch his mouth onto my clit. He delved closer, but he was prolonging the oncoming cataclysmic pleasure. He was torturing me.

His suckling became harder and faster, as he applied more pressure. His wet tongue massaged my clit in a sensual firestorm of pleasure that was too much for me to handle. I could hear his wet tongue playing with me and he was enjoying the reactions that he was eliciting. I bucked my hips closer and I was gripping his shoulders hard as my back bowed against the desk. My heart beat faster and my mind was nothing but a haze of pleasure, as he licked, suckled, and swirled it all around.

"Ahhh...ahhhh, yes!" I panted. "More," I cried. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, enjoying the pleasure. I felt the familiar sensation of pleasure began to uncurl in my stomach as he licked me. I was so wet that I was sure he was lapping it all up.

And before I was aware of what was happening, pleasure so overwhelming engulfed me in a fiery, blazing fire as it streaked throughout my entire body. I felt hot as my muscles tensed. I screamed, as I orgasmed and he brought his face closer to lick me even faster to ride it out.

I lay on the desk for a minute, drowsy and nearly weak from it. I opened my eyes, startled to find Luke gazing down at me with his intense blue-gray ones. He cupped my cheek before kissing my neck, as he grabbed my ass and notched the hard length of his erection against my cunt.

Reality hit me cold and hard, like a punch in the gut, but in my desire-hazed mind, I didn't know whether to stop him or not, because the velvety feel of his cock notched against my cunt was making me feel things that I wasn't entirely sure I wanted to dismiss.

He rocked against me, as he nuzzled into my neck with delicious kisses. I was sure that it was going to leave a bruise, but before I had a chance to say anything, he entered me.

It was slow at first, in and out and in and out, but then his pace quickened and the aching desire began to build into a delicious pressure. He lifted me up and began to pace into me up and down faster and harder until I could no longer quiet my moans. The pleasure was exquisite.

I rocked my hips with the same rhythm, as I wrapped the length of my legs around his hips to bring him closer. I realized vaguely then that I was participating in my own sensual pleasure and that I was reaching my own climax with him. I had always thought sex was a domination game—that one partner always dominated the sexual pleasure over the other, but if Luke was going to do this to me, I was going to be damn sure that I was bringing the pleasure to myself.

He rocked harder, his hard pulsating cock driving deeper into me. I pushed in harder determined to reach it myself. Luke realized what I was doing, but so far gone off that he was, he didn't seem to notice. I was hot for him. I was wet for him. It felt so good for his hard cock to pound into me. I felt full and delicious and the sensation seemed to overwhelm me.

Before I knew it, before I thought it even possible, I had reached a second orgasm and I came hard, as I gripped the muscles on his back hard. He grunted, seeking his own pleasure and we both fell back against the desk exhausted.

I eventually regained some semblance of consciousness and glanced down to see Luke's head nestled between my breasts like they were a pillow. I gently pried his hands out from underneath me, but it was difficult since he would not budge. I was stuck.

"Luke," I called.

"Hm?"

"Can you get off me?" I asked. I felt embarrassed and shy and suddenly disgraceful. I had sex again with Luke and I resolved not to. I didn't understand the magnifying attraction between the two of us and it was scaring me. I needed to step away. I needed to think without his overwhelming presence.

I should be locked up in a nunnery.

"No. Let me stay like this," Luke said as he nestled in deeper.

I leaned my head back. I was seriously about to cry if I didn't get out of my compromising position. I could not believe I had given in. I was not a simpering female unable to control her own sexual desires.

"I hate you," I said.

"No you don't," Luke said with such male arrogance. It somewhat irked me.

"I am sure you are a complete expert on how I feel," I responded, as I was finally allowed leeway to get up and maneuver myself. I quickly donned on my clothes, which was difficult since he watched me do so with such intense concentration I almost buckled right there. "This is not happening again."

Luke snorted. "You know that you can't deny this. I know you feel it as much as I do."

"We are two adults. We can control our own desires," I retorted. I stood and faced him and to my dismay I was caught again in that gaze of his.

Luke took a step towards me and suddenly my heart spiked up a warning beat. He wrapped an arm around my waist and jerked me towards him. I gave in reluctantly. His head nestled between the juncture at my shoulder and said, in a hardened tone, "If I see you or so much as hear you with another guy I am going to beat him to a pulp."

"Who I am with is none of your concern," I responded angrily.

He let me go and stuffed both his hands in his pockets. "It is now. I don't share."

"Go fuck yourself," I responded again.

"I have you to take care of that for me," Luke said.

In the end, I left angry and disappointed with myself. Luke just grinned a satisfied grinned and I felt even more ashamed of having given in.

Was he using me? Maybe, but I was no idiot. I knew he found me just as attractive as I did him and it was hard to keep our hands to ourselves. The rest of the day I had not seen him, wary of avoiding him.

"What? Are you fantasizing about getting some?" someone said.

Cold water doused my entire being, as I realized seventeen pairs of eyes were looking at me. I suppressed the near-rising flush of thinking about my afternoon encounter and turned to the girls. "Uh, what did you guys have in mind?"