THE DREAM BOOK

Such a tease

"uurrgg...I'm bored out of my mind." I groan as I roll over on the bed, crumbling the bedsheets. Luke is sitting on the floor with his legs crossed and the laptop on his lap as he goes through the job description Rick was talking about.

"That's because you don't have a life." He chuckles. His fingers moving fast on the keyboard as he updates his resume.

"I need a job," I whisper, my elbows on the bed with my palm supporting my head as I lay on my stomach, watching him type from over his shoulders.

"You already have one. You're an amazing artist Jay, I'm sure you can make a fortune if you sell them and maybe have your own gallery." He says, his eyes never leaving the screen.

"It's just a hobby. I'm not that good."

"Have you seen your drawings? I bet even someone who went to an art school won't be able to make it the way you do."

"You're just saying that because you don't want me to feel bad since you're not paying attention to me." I groan, shaking his shoulders to get him to stop typing and pay attention to me. He just chuckles and continues typing, in the end, I let him go in defeat.

"I'm almost done, babe." He says turning around to peck my lips before continuing. "And I'm not saying that because I don't want you to feel bad. I mean, of course, I don't want you to feel bad about yourself." He rumbles on before noticing what he's doing. He sighs and continues "what I meant to say was that it's not something I'm saying just to appease you. It's the truth."

"uurrgg..... I think I'm going mad with boredom." I exclaim clutching my head. You know there is this saying, 'if Muhammed will not go to the mountain, the mountain will go to Muhammed'. With me being the mountain and Luke ignoring me, I gracefully slide off the bed my nerves jumping with anticipation and heat then kneel before him with a seductive smile. He looks up from his laptop with a smile when I caress his clothes thigh, my hand slipping under his shorts to feel the firmness of his muscle.

"Jay.." he warns, his pupils slowly diluting with lust as I continue my ministration, my fingertips barely touching his semi-erect c**k which makes him groans and bite his lips.

"I'm a bit busy babe." He whispers, seemingly trying to convince himself that we shouldn't do anything because he's busy, but his voice is husky with desire.

"I know babe." My voice an Octave lower, the words sliding seductively off my tongue, I slowly nibble on my lips, getting the reaction I wanted when his hungry eyes follow the movement of my tongue across my lips.

"I just want to play," I whisper, lifting the laptop off his laps and setting it beside his as I crawl over to him just my body hovering over his, my lips a breath away from him. Not touching him.

It's been a while since I've been this playful with him that, it makes my heart jump into my throat, my p***y gushing out its juices at the thought of how hard and rough he'll f**k me after this. But I want it. I want him to f**k me senseless and forget about the job for a bit. But not yet. I want to play a bit.

"Luke.." his name comes out as a purr, his hand clenching into fists by his side as his eyes linger on my exposed breast, his breaths coming out in pants as he patiently waits from me to eliminate the distance between our lips, his c**k noticeable now through his shorts.

But I have other plans.

My fingers move teasingly, caressing his arms and visible muscles. I watch as goosebumps crawl on the trail I leave on his skin. I hold his hand in mine and smile.

"Let's dance," I say, ignoring my hungry p***y in an act to tease him. His eyes instantly move from my breast to my face, an innocent smile taking its place on my lips as he looks at me as if I'm not in my right frame of mind.

"You're joking." He says with a frown.

"I am not," I say, moving to connect my phone to our Bluetooth speaker, a thousand years playing from my phone through it. I come back to stand before him, stretching my palm out to him for him to hold onto and get up.

"You're Killing me here babe." He groans, kneading his c**k through his shorts, his eyes still on me.

I always found it super sexy when he would please himself in front of me, the way his fingers would wrap firmly around his shaft, and how he would moan and look at me when pumping his d**k. The slow song playing in the background does nothing to help the situation.

His lips quirk up into a smirk when he sees how transfixed I am with looking at him please himself even if his d**k is covered.

"You know...we can do something else apart from dancing. Better yet, we can take the dance to the bed." He suggests, his eyes blazing with desire.

I shake my head to get the thought of the kind of positions we can dance in and the bed out and proceed with my plan.

"Please babe, I wanna dance." My voice is low and soft and teasing yet sincere. I might be interested in f*****g him, but that doesn't mean I'm lying about wanting to dance.

He sighs and gives up, standing to his feet and pulling me into his arms.

I smile as my hand goes around him, my head on his chest and his nose in my hair. I love him. I love this. My heart is at peace and so is my mind.

His hands move from my lower back, tracing the curves of my ass, before kneading both ass cheeks making me hold onto him tighter and moan.

"You are a tease, do you know that?" He asks with his lips on my skin, peppering kisses on my shoulders and neck, making me whimper at how much it stings but I like it.

"I'm going to f**k you senseless." He whispers in my ears, his fingers teasing my p***y making me moan and hold onto his shirt.

I don't know how or when but the next thing I know, is that somewhere along the lines of teasing each other and dancing we got naked on the bed with me on top of him. Caressing and feeling each other. I let my fingers feel his chest, caressing his neck, and stroke his hard but soft shaft with our lips still locked in a fierce battle.

I lift myself off him, directing the head of his c**k to the entrance of my p***y, Luke's fingers biting the skin on my hips, but I can care less right now. I slowly push myself down on him, a groan leaving his throat and my lips parting in a gasp at how amazing he still feels even after all this time. I take my time, slowly pushing myself of him and back onto him feeling every stroke against my walls at the fullness of him.

"Ahhhh..... y... You feel so good." I moan continuing my pace, watching his face morph into one of pleasure, desire, and desperation.

"I'm sorry babe." He says before gripping my hips tighter and slamming home

.

"Ahhh!!" I scream, my eyes blurry with tears as he continues slamming into me, the slurping sound of my juices and slapping of our bodies makes me dizzy, his breath coming in pants and his heart beating out of control.

Next, I know, he has me on all fours, my ass high in the air with him behind me slamming into me like there's no tomorrow.

"Ahhhh...!" I scream as wave after wave of bliss washes over me as I let go. But Luke is nowhere near done. Just as he said, Luke does f**k me senseless. Till I'm sore and weak to even move a finger.