Midnight Daffodil (Poisonous Petals #1)

Chapter 25Luke

twenty-five

LUKE

M y afternoon flew by so fast that it felt like a dream. Just as I woke up, Olivia called me. I couldn't believe it when I saw “angel” pop up on my screen. The feeling that signaled her arrival crashed into me with a vengeance.

We’d been texting daily.

That sweet girl had a suggestive imagination.

But mine wandered much further.

After everything she’d been through, I wanted to be the perfect man for her, but remembering some of our text conversations had me walking around with a steel pipe.

With Rev settled, I quickly found someone to cover my shift. I rarely took time off, so someone was always willing to fill in for me.

I drove to her hastily, anxious to see the woman who’d taken a hold of my soul. One I’d give her willingly.

I planned to take her to a southern kitchen outside of the city—one of the spots that felt the most like home to me.

The more I learned about Olivia, the more similar I learned we were. Neither of us grew up privileged; her family struggled, and my mom was an absent prostitute. My time in the military gave me financial freedom. I wasn't as rich as Matt and never would be, but I knew she and I would always be okay. The night’s goal was to impress her enough that she’d want me as badly as I wanted her.

My expectations for the night were flexible. I’d go with whatever flow she set.

If temptation turned to passion, I wouldn’t complain, not after the explosive chemistry we had. The first time was always awkward when meeting someone new, so if that was our awkward, I couldn’t wait to see our comfortable.

I hoped to God it went perfectly.

I threw the truck in park and drew in a shaky breath. Jesus Christ, I was pathetic.

I tasted her on my fucking lips, and yet I shook in my seat as I texted her that I was outside. I held my breath, willing my raging heart and hard on to calm. I craved her body vehemently. My hand could only accomplish so much before I needed the real thing.

I got out of the car feeling foolish and awkward as I leaned against my truck door. The least I could do was pretend the last thing on my mind was filling her with my cum.

The soft click of footsteps heading my way drew me out of my thoughts; my skin prickled as a breeze whipped through the air. I wiped my sweaty palms on the front of my black jeans, tightening the black leather jacket around me.

That’s when I saw her.

Her straight blonde hair, styled in light waves, cascaded almost to her waist. Each long strand danced in the breeze before settling around her heart-shaped face. Her curve-hugging sweater dress dipped low enough to catch my attention. Her skin radiated beauty just as I remembered, but the hint of lingering bruises made my blood boil.

The same scent ingrained in my bed sheets filled my senses as she closed the distance. She smiled at me, her perfect lips a flesh colored pink that shoved my mind further into the gutter.

“You look absolutely breathtaking.”

Her glossy lips begged for me to kiss them.

“Thank you,” she responded, a blush appearing across the bridge of her nose. She looked up at me, her dark lashes lining her chocolate melting pot eyes. “You look pretty good yourself.”

I stepped around her and opened the truck door. Her smaller frame gracefully accepted my hand as I guided her in. I made sure she was seated before making my way around the vehicle to the driver's side. I started the ignition and turned the heat on to take the chill off the night; then she turned to face me.

“It feels like it’s been forever since I’ve seen you,” she purred.

What’s she up to?

“Yeah, it's been a couple months. Couple months too long.”

She nodded in agreement. “I’m sorry…”

I shook my head. “You don’t have to be, angel.”

Her tongue flicked out and licked over her glossy lips—a trail of saliva left in its wake. I followed the motion with my eyes, wishing my saliva would paint her delectable mouth. The setting sun cast a warm glow, giving her skin a radiant quality.

“I was thinking of ways to make it up to you.”

Did I hear that right? Was I here with Olivia, or did I enter some weird porn video tailor made for my fantasies?

“You don’t have to make up for anything.”

The words were sand in my mouth. Her hand slid over my leather jacket, stopping just above my heart, which raced beneath it.

“I feel like I do. I shouldn’t have left like that. I shouldn’t have left at all,” Olivia told me softly, her sweet voice going right to my rigid cock.

I took her hand in mine. “Have dinner with me, and we can call it even.” I kissed each of her knuckles, her skin soft under my lips.

She leaned in and hugged me, her tiny body pressed against mine. Flashbacks of how good she felt under me flooded my vision. We had to get going, or I would rip that dress from her, and my come would be running down her thighs, coating that pretty pussy.

She pulled away from me slightly. “You know what else I missed?”

I stared awestruck, my gaze unable to move from the trance she had me in. Her soft lips met mine in the most tender and innocent kiss. Her breath on my skin sent ripples up and down my spine. She pulled away and smiled.

“You better be careful, angel. We might not make it to dinner.” I breathed, trying to keep my cool, which I was failing at.

She cocked her head to the side. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Sergeant .”

“I think you know exactly what you’re doing.” My voice shook. “I didn’t forget all those late night texts you sent me. While I was at work , I might add.”

She shrugged.

This time, I went in for the kiss. My body ached with a desperate hunger for her. Her kisses, her touches, and the way her body lost control under mine consumed my every thought.

Fuck.

Her tongue flicked out, meeting mine, deepening our kiss. She licked and nipped at my lips, her hand reaching up to grasp the side of my neck as the sloppy sound of our mouths filled the night. She tilted her head to the side, taking me deeper, running her hand down the front of my chest; deft fingers took the zipper of the leather jacket, dragging it along with her exploration. The heat from her palms seared into my skin through the thin fabric of my exposed t-shirt.

“I forgot how hard your body is,” she groaned, pressing her forehead against mine, catching her breath. “And how good you feel against me.”

“I couldn’t forget about you if I tried.” There wasn’t a single thing about her that wasn’t engraved into my memory.

Her pupils dilated, turning into saucers of lust. I remembered that look all too well.

She kissed me greedily, ravaging my tongue with hers, climbing on my lap with her back pressed against the steering wheel. She reached down between the door and the seat and pushed mine back as far as it would go, giving her more space.

Her knees spread at either side of my thighs; her dress rode up just enough for me to see the pink cotton panties with the wet spot in the center. The only thing keeping her cunt away from me.

“I’ve wanted you so bad since the day I left,” she admitted.

“I never stopped wanting you, angel,” I said, kissing her neck. “Never could.”

She bit back a moan as I sank my teeth into the sensitive flesh. She rubbed her hot core along my length, the warmth penetrating through my jeans. Olivia’s hands raked through my hair and down the back of my neck, where she guided my head, moving it to look at her.

“I want you.” Lust drowned in her sultry gaze. “Now.”

“Okay,” was all I could think of saying as I reached around her, intending to turn the car off. “We can go inside.”

Every part of me wanted to be inside of her. To feel her soft walls suffocating my cock. It waltzed through my mind every single night. I could smell her arousal with her legs spread around my waist, fogging every coherent thought.

“No.” She caught my hand on the ignition. “Right now.”

“Right…now?”

She nodded, a playful smirk played on her lips. She wanted to do it here in the truck?

Blood rushed through me, taking refuge in the hardest erection I’d ever had. She grinded her hips against mine as she kissed my throat, sucking on my skin. Arousal shot down my spine in shockwaves as she licked the pulse point in the center.

“Please, Luke.” Her voice a breathy whisper in my ear between sucks.

“I want to, but I don’t wanna hurt you,” I said, feeling stupid. I wanted to fuck her so hard her pussy would be pulsing for days after.

“You won’t hurt me. I need you. I need you so bad I can’t even think straight.”

That made two of us.

She moved her hips on mine again, and every piece of composure I had snapped.

Entranced in the Earth shattering lust, I crashed my lips to hers and took her mouth roughly. I could taste the metallic flavor of blood as she bit my flesh.

I reached between our writhing bodies and slid aside her panties; her juices dripped and coated my fingers before I plunged them inside of her.

“God, you’re a fucking monsoon,” I groaned between kisses. My dick ached in the rhythm of her hips grinding against me. Breaking our contact, desperation sounded off her lips as I shoved my fingers drenched with her arousal into her mouth.

She sucked me clean like the good fucking girl she was. Her pink lips wrapped around me was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. Her lids hung low, her pupils enormous; she looked at me like I was her entire universe.

“You taste that?” I pumped my fingers between the lips I never stopped thinking about. “Suckin’ your pussy off my fingers. I can’t wait to taste you.”

She moaned. The vibrations rocked through my fingertips as her tongue danced across, lapping up any remaining wetness.

“Such a fucking good girl.” I removed my fingers from her mouth and unzipped my jeans. My cock fought for freedom and was ready to fuck her.

“It’s bigger than I remember,” she moaned as another trickle of wetness coated her thigh. Her pelvis moved on its own as my fingers spread her wet pussy. Her clit twitched and swelled as she took in my length.

I couldn’t wait any longer.

“Arch your back over the steering wheel,” I growled.

She followed my instructions, giving me the perfect view of her pink pussy and the arousal seeping out. The head of my cock lined up at her entrance, the heat turning me to concrete. My hand wrapped around the base of her throat, using it to control her body where I wanted it.

I pressed my mouth to her chest, finding her nipple through the sweater dress and sucking it until there was a hard wet spot. She moaned my name and lunged her hips forward, her pussy just begging to be filled by me.

Her movement snatched her tit out of my mouth, and I brought her down on my cock with my hand still around her throat. She screamed as her heat enveloped me in the tightest fucking sheath I’d ever felt. Thick streams of arousal ran down the sides of my dick as her cunt clenched, stretching to accommodate me. I watched her clit throb. Memories of how it hardened against my tongue solidified my cock impossibly.

“I will pound this pussy so hard; you’ll never think about leaving me again,” I grunted, nipping at her lower lip.

I thrust inside of her tight, wet heat one time, then twice. I throbbed in her, aching to fill her.

“God, Luke.” Her words clogged in her throat against my hand. “Fuck, I’ve never been this full.” She gasped. “It’s not all going to fit.”

“It can and it will,” I said, pumping into her, still gripping her neck to keep her from hitting the roof of the truck, slamming her body down on mine with each thrust. “You take me so fucking well, Olivia. Your cunt was made for me.”

She moaned in response; juices squirted out of her. The scent of her come permeated the air as she cried out. She tried to sit up, but I forced her back over my steering wheel. I loved watching her little pussy take my cock while I furnished it with my come.

“Fuck, baby, I love watching my dick stretch you. Ready for the last inch?”

“That’s not,” she clenched around me, squeezing me until I saw stars, “that’s not all of it?”

My thumb stroked over her pulse point on her throat. A smirk pulled at my lips as I took her in. Her lip gloss was smeared, and a sheen of sweat coated her skin.

Freshly fucked and mine.

I shook my head as I forced her body down on mine. Her clit throbbed, and she screamed out, finally taking all of me. I felt the sensitive head of my cock hit the deepest spot inside of her. Her clamping muscles around me sent sparks of fire through my blood.

“Hands on my shoulders and eyes on me while I fill you,” I snarled. She moved thoughtlessly, like a good girl.

I pistoned my dick inside of her. Every single time I felt her swollen pussy touch the base of my cock, I’d pull out and slam back into her with enough force, the truck shook. The windows fogged, and the wet sopping sounds of my dick filling her echoed around us. Her needy gaze never left mine.

On the edge of exploding inside of her, I flicked her clit to earn another orgasm from her. She clamped around me as I came in her. The first spurt of it shot out of me with a force that wracked my entire body. The base of my cock twitched and ebbed inside of her as the next hot jets of come launched into her pussy. The thick white fluid seeped out and slowly ran down my dick. I pumped into Olivia’s sweet cunt until we were both spent.

“Shit, Luke.” She caught her breath as her pussy fluttered around my softening cock. “I love feeling you finish inside of me.”

I couldn’t respond. My heart roared with happiness as I rested my head against her chest. Her precious heartbeat thudded, slowing as her body came down from the high.

She laughed, and I felt her tighten around me, desperate to keep the connection. “Sorry, I might’ve ruined your dinner plans.”

I brought her face to mine and kissed her hard. I pulled away and admired the ruby shade she wore on her skin. The afterglow of ravaging her body, all mine.

“I’m not.” If this was her ruining plans, she could ruin everything for the rest of my life. “I’ll spend the entire night knowing your pussy is full of my come.” She was fucking mine. “That’ll only make our date better, angel.”

My cock slid out of her, and I moved her panties back into place just as her core wept. Seeing us mixed together became my favorite post sex activity.

Olivia was the first woman I ever fucked raw, and I planned to keep it that way. Her pussy was the only one I wanted leaking my fluids. She climbed off me awkwardly and moved back over to the passenger seat.

“I seem to have no self control around you.” Her voice was tiny. Embarrassment showed in her expression.

I turned to face her. “Angel, look at me.”

She turned her face toward me; this time, her blush crept down her neck and chest. “It takes every ounce of power in me to resist you.”

She dismantled me completely.

“You’re mine. To hold, to fuck, to fill you until your pussy is at capacity.”

Her thighs clenched at my words.

I kissed her; the feeling of her lips was intoxicating. She attempted to mount me again, ready for round two, as was I, but now it was time for our date.

“Save some for later, angel; let’s get outta this parking lot,” I told her.

“Fine,” she sighed dramatically. “Where’re we going tonight?”