I wake up in Luke’s bed, wrapped in his arms, feeling like I’m home. I don’t remember falling asleep here, but I can tell that—as always—he took care of me; he took care of everything after making me delirious with pleasure, time after time last night. Now the clock says it’s morning—early morning— and I’m naked and he’s wearing only a tight pair of black boxer briefs.

He was still wearing his suit, the last I remember.

I smile, a secretive, indulgent one, and trail my hand lightly over his body in the dim, pre-dawn light. He let me stay here. In his bed. In his arms. All night. That must mean something, although I don’t want to fool myself about what. Instead, I’ll be selfish now while he’s not awake to take charge and make it all about me.

I want to touch him.

I want to taste him.

I’m his until Christmas, but right now, I want him to be mine, too.

Luke’s chest is broad and firm and sexy as sin. He has a dusting of dark hair over well-defined pecs and it’s thrilling to be able to touch him like this for once. I stroke my hand over his chest lightly, then trail my fingers over the dips and valleys of his stomach, all the way down to the waistband of his shorts. And those? They’re tented over his morning erection.

The sight of that thick, hard length he hasn’t let me do anything with yet makes my breath hitch. It makes my mouth water. It makes my fingers itch to touch… explore… learn every hard inch of him.

Why does he always pleasure me, but never take any for himself?

My pulse quickens, and I dart a glance up to his face. He’s still asleep, so I become bolder, skimming my fingers over the heat of his shaft. It jerks under my touch and my inner muscles tremble in response, a now-familiar warm tingle instantly flooding my pussy.

I want to feel Luke inside me.

I want to give myself to him.

I want him to take.

I bite my lip, nerves flaring to life, but his breathing stays steady and even, so I don’t stop. I ease the material of his shorts down and his thick shaft springs free, startling a gasp from me even though of course that’s been my objective all along.

I’ve never seen a man’s cock before.

I run a single finger down its length, moaning softly under my breath. It feels like silk stretched taut over steel and the delicious heat of it burns into my skin and makes me yearn to do even more.

Luke swells under my tentative touch, a single drop of liquid pearling at the tip, and I don’t think, I just act—dipping my head down to taste it.

The flavor is pure sex, and my body responds instinctively. This time when I moan, I forget to stifle the sound, too caught up in the excitement of the new experience. I swipe my tongue across Luke’s tip again, greedily tasting another drop, and when his cock twitches and jerks, I lick all the way around the thick head before gently sucking it into my mouth.

“Hannah.” Luke’s voice—rough with sleep—startles me as his hand sweeps my hair off his hard stomach to expose my face.

I freeze, eyes darting up to meet his, but I don’t stop sucking. Luke’s eyes are hooded and dark as he stares down at me, and even though the shadows of the room hide his expression, he doesn’t tell me to stop.

So I don’t.

I wrap a trembling hand around the base of his shaft to steady it, then slowly swirl my tongue around the head again, daring to dip it into his slit when more salty liquid leaks out.

Luke groans, low and deep, and his eyes squeeze tightly closed for a moment as his head falls back against the bed. Then—

“Naughty girl,” he whispers, a dirty smile hovering around his lips as he raises his head and looks down at me again, gathering my hair up and holding it out of the way so that I can’t hide behind it. I pause and he shakes his head. “You’re going to finish what you started now, sweetheart.”

It’s not a question.

I thought I’d been enjoying this moment without him in control, but now that he is again, my entire body starts tingling in response. I want him to be. Maybe I need him to be.

“Lick,” he orders me.

I do it, my heart pounding with excitement as heat gathers between my legs, and Luke nods in approval, sucking in a breath through his teeth that makes me feel powerful.

“That’s it,” he praises me, voice tight with lust. “Now flatten your tongue, baby.”

His voice drops a full octave, the sound vibrating through my core, and I follow his instructions and then suck him into my mouth again.

Luke curses softly, hand tightening in my hair as he exerts a slight pressure, urging me to take him deeper.

“So good, babydoll,” he mutters, his other hand cupping my jaw as I work to take more of his length into my mouth. My cheeks already ache and it tickles my gag reflex every time I bob down on his shaft, but his dirty words and ragged breathing spur me on.

I’m doing this. Luke is still in control… but he’s starting to lose it.

“Suck, Hannah,” he demands, pushing my head down more forcefully as his hips start to rock. “That’s it… that’s… fuck. Yessssssss, baby. You’re being so… so fucking good for me, sweetheart. Perfect.”

He thrusts up into my mouth. It’s too much, but I’m greedy and I manage to take it. I want more, so I struggle to take him even deeper… to suck harder… to stroke him with my tongue and let him push in as far as he wants, fighting my gag reflex every time his swollen cock hits against the back of my throat.

“Hannah,” Luke grits out. “Goddamn.”

Sloppy, embarrassing sounds spill from me. My pussy is pulsing with heat—throbbing with a desperate need, even though I haven’t touched myself at all—and I moan, moving up to my knees and wrapping one hand around the base of him, stroking his length in time with his thrusts into my mouth.

“Hannah.” Luke’s hand drops from my jaw and fists in the sheets, his breath coming in short, hard bursts as he starts steadily cursing under his breath. “Jesus… baby… yes… fuck… I’m going to… to… Hannah… sweetheart… fuckYES.”

He suddenly pushes my head down hard and holds it there despite my gagging, groaning as he spurts his release into my throat in hot, salty bursts that go on and on and on.

I choke on it, swallowing desperately as his cock pulses again and again in my mouth. I can’t take it all in. It’s messy, salty, sloppy… and Luke is right; I am a naughty girl, because despite that, I want even more.

I want everything he’ll give me.

“Luke,” I gasp when he finally pulls me off his cock. “Please.”

My throat feels raw and I don’t know what I’m asking for, but my pussy throbs and my jaw aches and I feel empty.

Needy.

So desperately turned on I’m almost crazy with it.

Luke pets my hair gently, then swipes a thumb across my lips, collecting some of the spill. I whimper, and he pushes it back into my mouth, feeding it to me. “This what you need, sweetheart?”

I suck on his thumb greedily, nodding even though it’s not enough. I still want more. Luke laughs, low and sexy; whispering sweet, dirty things as he finishes cleaning my face. Once he’s done, he drags me up his body until I’m lying on top of him.

“Did you like me using your mouth that way, baby?” he asks, hand skimming down my naked back to play with my bottom. “It made you hot, didn’t it?”

Embarrassment heats my cheeks and I want to duck my head in shame, but Luke doesn’t let me.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“I liked it, too,” he says. Then he winks, squeezing my bottom until I gasp. “But I don’t think we’re done, are we?”

My breath quickens. Oh, please.

“Sit up,” he orders, urging me to straddle him once I do it.

He stares up at me hungrily, eyes roaming my naked body, and I rock myself against his pelvis, flushing with embarrassment as soon as I catch myself. I can’t help it, though. I’m even more turned on now, just because he’s watching.

“Touch yourself, Hannah.”

I suck in a sharp breath, shaking my head as my blush deepens. I can’t… but I won’t disobey him. Embarrassed or not, I don’t even want to—and not just because of the surge of wet heat between my legs at the dirty command, but because I’ve already become addicted to having Luke’s eyes on me. To following his orders. To hearing him tell me to come and the intense burst of pleasure that rocks through me when I do, my pleasure all the more intense when it’s what he wants, too.

“That’s it, baby,” Luke says huskily, holding my hips steady as I run a hand down my soft stomach and dip a finger into my slit.

I moan, rubbing myself as I moisten my finger with my juices and then becoming even wetter as his eyes lock on and follow when I move it up to circle around my clit.

Luke’s voice drops lower. “Faster, Hannah.”

I press a second finger against myself, speeding up the rhythm, and when he drags his gaze from my slick, needy pussy and meets my eyes, I gasp, my thighs tightening where they’re spread wide around his hips.

I really am wicked. I want him to watch.

“Good girl,” he whispers with a naughty smile, making me realize those have become two of my favorite words. “Keep going.”

I nod, my breath coming faster and faster as my nipples shrink into tight little buds. Luke’s eyes catch on them and I moan again, reaching up to roll one between my fingers as he looks on.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs, entranced.

I should say thank you, but I can’t. My mouth drops open and I’m panting hard now, not sure if it’s the sharp pleasure radiating down from my nipple as I play with it or the heat of Luke’s gaze that’s ramping me up so fast. Either way, I’m close to coming apart. I’m desperate to.

“You’re going to be good and come for me now, aren’t you?” Luke asks, those large hands of his rubbing firm circles on my bottom as I shamelessly grind myself against my own hand. “You’re going to scream for me, sweetheart.”

“Luke,” I whimper, throwing my head back as the wave of pleasure starts to crest inside me.

“Look at me, Hannah,” he orders sharply.

I do it, and then I’m gone. Crying out his name as I buck against my hand. Thighs shaking around him as the pleasure crashes through me like a tsunami… takes me over… crests and breaks and crests again.

“Good morning,” Luke says with a laughing smile once I finally stop trembling. He pulls me down on top of him as the afterglow starts to set in, pushing my sweat-dampened hair back from my face. “That was beautiful, sweetheart. You’re beautiful.”

I’m blushing, which is silly. I just masturbated in front of him but I still can’t take a compliment?

Luke swats my bottom lightly, eyebrows going up as he prompts me to remember my manners.

“Thank you,” I say, biting back a smile as I add an impish, “And good morning to you, too.”

“It definitely is that,” he says, laughing as he nuzzles my neck. Then he flops back bonelessly onto the bed, looking totally sated, and winks up at me. “The best, if you ask me.”

I couldn’t agree more. I’m the luckiest girl in the world.

At least, I am until Christmas.