Midnight Daffodil (Poisonous Petals #1)

Chapter 28Olivia

twenty-eight

OLIVIA

W hen he kissed me in the restaurant, it brought every nerve ending in my body to life, deepening my craving for him.

Tears ran down my inner thighs as my body prepared for his.

An eruption of butterflies skittered through my belly. We drove in silence, the tension thickening. The warmth of his jacket encompassed me in a heat I could only wish would be replaced by his body. His hands tightened on the steering wheel, and the veins in them pulsed. God.

He glanced at me as we pulled onto the highway. “What’re you thinking about, angel?”

“You,” I admitted. “And how I can’t wait to get you alone.”

He grinned. “You have no idea what’s in store for you tonight.”

The drive carried on, and the music on the radio played. My phone buzzed and vibrated in my hands. I scrolled through the notifications and skimmed texts from Vera, who still insisted I try dating other men. Ignoring her, I stole another glance at Luke, whose hand found mine, giving it a tiny squeeze.

Luke’s gentle touch was magnetic; he effortlessly became all I could see. He brought my hand to his lips and pressed a little kiss to it. His teeth scraped over each of my knuckles.

“You’re beautiful.”

And for once, I felt it.

We finally arrived back at my hotel, and my body was ready for round two, even after being mercilessly fucked just hours before.

“Did you wanna come in?” I asked.

“I do,” he answered, nodding. “To help you pack.”

“What?” While I wasn’t opposed to his invitation, I couldn’t just move all my stuff to his place. Then what?

“Relax, I’m not asking you to move in with me, angel.” As if he read my mind, his words were right on cue. “Just for tonight. I’ll take you to Vera’s tomorrow. I’m not leaving you here.”

The tension in my shoulders eased. I could go to Vera’s house tomorrow. Tonight, it could be about me and Luke. I remembered his cozy California king and those softer than sin sheets and how good it felt waking up in his solid arms.

“Um, okay, we can do that,” I said, scrambling to remember if I left the room a fucking mess or not.

He got out and opened my door. The wind whipped against my cheeks; light rain pelted at my hair while we hurriedly made our way to the room. I breathed a sigh of relief when I slid the keycard in, revealing a neat hotel room. I packed my stuff as he stood in the doorway, glancing outside occasionally. He took my bags as I filled them hastily and loaded them in his truck.

“You ready to go?” He asked me.

“Yeah, I need to stop at the front desk and check out,” I said, fidgeting with his huge jacket on me. “Did you want your coat back? It’s cold out tonight.”

“You keep it. I’m fine.”

We approached the receptionist, and her eyes widened at the sight of Luke practically drooling. She quickly processed our checkout, refunded my money for the room, and with a wink, wished us a good night. We wasted no time getting back on the road to his place to finish our evening right.

I counted the veins in his hands as he told me about his experiences at boot camp and how he and some of his military buddies meet every few years for drinks. He mentioned once more that he was the only one who didn’t have a family.

“Do you want kids?” I asked him quietly as the streetlights lit up his features.

“One day, you?”

“I think so; the last few years, I hadn’t given it much thought since I wasn’t in an ideal situation,” I told him meekly.

He nodded.

“But if I were with the right person…” I sighed, daydreaming about if that day would ever come. “It’d be nice to have a cute little family, you know, the house, the dog, maybe one or two kids. A husband.”

I sounded like an idiot. This type of conversation scared men off. I should be shutting the hell up, not going on about the future when this was all so fresh.

“You’ll have all of those things.” His voice softened as he stroked my thigh with his thumb.

We turned down his long driveway; anticipation crawled across my skin. His headlights washed the house in light as he hit the fob and pulled into the garage. Time stood still as the heartbeat between my thighs crescendoed to life. The bruise on my back was only the pretense of what was coming.

Fuck, the bruises, the thought snapped me like a rubber band on my wrist.

The last thing I wanted was Luk. to see the remnants of Matt and what he did to me.

What I allowed him to do.

“I promise to get your stuff later,” he said as he kissed me. “You don’t need it right now.”

I could only imagine how soaked my panties were. Quicker than I’d ever moved before, I climbed out and hustled inside his warm home. Before I could process my next move, Luke pinned me against the door, and his lips crashed into mine. His tongue demanded entry, and I parted my lips for him. He ran his hands down my sides to the backs of my thighs, hoisting me up. My dress bunched up around my hips, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist, desperate for him. My pussy throbbed to the pounding of my heart in my chest while Luke hardened against my belly.

His pelvis ground into mine. The sensation of his jeans rubbing against my wet panties drove me wild, bringing me close to the edge.

“I want you to fuck me.” The words tumbled off of swollen lips.

“I plan to,” he whispered as he sucked my neck until it stung. He carried me up the stairs, both of us panting; my feet had just touched the floor when his shirt went flying. His sculpted chest came over me as he lifted my dress off, leaving me in nothing but a sheer bra and panties.

His mouth took my nipple through the bra, sending a rush of wetness between my legs. He switched to the other, and when his azure eyes met mine, they were starved for me. He reached down to get my panties off; I could smell my own arousal as he peeled them down my thighs and got on his knees.

He buried his face in my pussy.

I cried out, thrusting my hips in tune with his ravaging tongue. One hand gripped my ass while the other spread me open, dipping two fingers inside me. He was the only thing keeping me steady as my legs went liquid. Luke’s eyes turned to stormy seas as his tongue disappeared inside of me.

“I love the taste of your cunt.” He flicked it across my clit.

I didn’t have words; my body hyper focused on riding his face.

His teeth nipped at the swollen bud of nerves, and his tongue swirled in and out of me while his fingers worked the spot that had me coming all over again. I grinded my hips against his face as my first orgasm crashed over me. My limbs were boneless as I grasped him by his hair, moving his mouth over me as his fingers curled inside me. My pussy had its own heartbeat, its own gravitational pull, and his lips were caught in the orbit.

His fingers moved faster, the blood rushing straight to my core.

“God, Luke,” I begged him. “I can’t take this anymore; I need you inside of me.” I ran my swollen cunt across his mouth.

I needed him more than I needed to breathe. But I fucking loved seeing Luke on his knees, eating me like a starved man. I marveled at the way he looked at me, with his mouth glistening, my arousal painting his lips. His caresses and licks became slow and languid as he swallowed up the last bit of my orgasm. He pulled his fingers out of me, sucking off each one.

“I could drown in you and die a happy man.” His blue eyes bore into mine. “Now, get your ass on my bed.”

He didn’t have to tell me fucking twice. I took two steps back before my knees hit the bed frame. I took the bra off and threw it, not caring where it landed, so he had a full view of all of me.

“Spread your legs for me and let me see that tight little cunt, angel.”

His words had my insides fluttering, pulsing to the rhythm of my racing heart. Of their own accord, my fingers rolled over my wet pussy spreading it for him. Luke made a low guttural sound as his eyes adhered to my spread lips.

His face still glistened with my release. I swiped a finger through the wetness, dipping it into my core, the sound loud in the silent room. He unzipped his jeans at expert speed, undressing until nothing was hiding the massive, hard cock. His precome dripped from the head, and the leak between my legs was turning into a torrential downpour.

“God, angel, you get so fucking wet for me.” His hands trailed up my thighs, and his thumb pushed against the swollen bundle of nerves. My hips grinded against him. An explicit wet sound made his cock twitch above me. “Your pussy is so gorgeous.”

“Luke, please.” I’d beg for his cock until my knees bled if he asked me to. “Please, I fucking need you.” I shamelessly pleaded for him to fill me.

An amused look crossed his face. He took my hips in his hand and flipped me onto my belly in one quick motion.

“Ass up, face down,” he commanded. “I want to be able to see your pussy stretch as my dick fills you.”

The mouth on this man had me simmering and ready to burst. His breath caressed the sensitive skin on my ass, and his tongue licked me completely, dipping inside my clenching muscles. He found his way to my asshole, shamelessly running his tongue around the muscle. And fuck did it feel so good I nearly came again. I never had a man ever put his mouth on every part of me the way he did.

“Bite the pillow and grip the headboard.”

The agonizing pounding in my deprived clit intensified. Luke’s warm breath sent chills every time he neared the bundle of nerves.

Without warning, he crammed himself inside me until his pelvis bounced against my ass.

Filling the air, the wet sucking sound of my pussy taking his entire length was obscene. He moved in me like a jackhammer; his breathing intensified as he ruined my cunt for other men.

He fucked me so powerfully that even with the pillow stuffing my mouth and my hands gripping the headboard, it still slammed mercilessly against the wall. My violent screams of pleasure escaped my mouth in hoarse moans.

I felt his cock in my stomach. I felt every slap of his balls against my engorged clit. He reached around and pinched it between two fingers. Drool was spewing from the corners of my mouth. I was nothing but a ragdoll being fucked in his hands, soaking wet and willing to be used for his pleasure.

“Oh my God!” I chanted as my pussy stretched around him. “Fuck, Luke, don’t stop!” He pounded into me relentlessly.

His fingers dug into my hips, forcing my back into an impossible arch, nearly taking my knees off the bed at the angle he was fucking me. I dripped down my thighs.

“You take my entire cock so well. I love feeling your pussy wrapped around my dick.” His pace slowed briefly as my body gripped him. It pulsed and fluttered as he withdrew from me slowly. My body did everything in its power to keep him buried inside of me. “Your pussy,” he paused, stroking me slowly. “You,” he emphasized the word. “Were made for me.”

Luke talked so sweetly while he was pulsing inside of me.

Panting and sweating, I begged for a release. I pressed my hips towards him. “Please, Luke, make me come again.”

The head of his cock was the only thing inside me. I clenched around the sensitive tip, wanting him as needy as I was. Backing my body up against him, I felt his length glide through my muscles.

“Your pussy’s fucking soaked for me,” he groaned. “I’m gonna fill you with my cum. The way a good girl like you deserves to be.”

“Luke,” my voice came out in gasps between thrusts. “I’m so close; you can’t stop now.” I should’ve been embarrassed to be begging for dick. But I wasn’t. I needed another orgasm.

“Beg for it,” he snarled, slowly withdrawing with a wet pop.

He gradually inserted himself back in. My spine arched painfully.

He said to beg, so beg I did.

“Please, please, please,” I moaned repeatedly. “God, Sergeant Ryder, your cock is the only one that makes me come.”

His menacing laugh filled the room. The sound of him slapping against my clit could be heard over my heaving breathing. “I thought I was an old man.”

“You’re the only man.” He continued to rail my body. “I’m yours to use.” The words manifested on their own accord.

“I’ll fill you up as many times as it takes for you to forget about every other man but me,” he growled. The brutal pace he’d already set picked up more.

Forgotten. Done.

“Yes, God, yes, please.” I twisted my hips as pain wracked my insides at the penetration. His fingers dug into my flesh, stilling me. His cock soaked in my wet hole.

“I’m the only one who’ll ever feel your sweet little pussy.” His voice was a low rumble. “The only cum you’ll ever wear is mine.”

I nodded, salivating into the pillow, hazy and twitchy, my need for release getting so intense I could feel my thighs shaking. Luke slammed into me, filling me, bruising me. He fucked me harder than ever before. He pinched my clit, sending me over the edge. I saw stars as I exploded around him, my come soaking us both, dripping down my thighs.

My cries intensified as he grunted and stalled, stiffening inside me. The sound of my pulse roaring in my ears drowned out everything until my screams brought me back to the moment. I felt his cock twitch inside of me before the feeling of his hot fluid rushed into me. Long ropes of come shot into my body as he squeezed my ass cheeks, stuffing his cock into me as he came.

“I fucking love filling you.” He breathed the words out as he came.

I could barely see. I felt the twitch of his dick inside me as the last remnants of his orgasm ebbed. He leaned over my arched back and pressed kisses to the back of my neck. His cock twitched again, my clit bundled so tightly it almost hurt from how hard I came.

“You are such a sweet little angel,” he whispered as he slid out of me. “With the sweetest fucking pussy.”

The immediate rush of fluids leaked out of me and down my thighs. I collapsed on my stomach and brought my thighs together, feeling the wet sensation as I turned on my side.

He pulled the sheet over us as he took his spot beside me. He kissed me; I could taste my orgasm on him and lapped it up with my tongue eagerly.

“Angel,” he said softly, kissing my nose. “Did he do that to you?”

His question nearly stopped my heart.

The bruises…