Crossing The Line |Sequel To Not Your Lap Dog|

Chapter Twenty-Five

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I sit patiently on top of Reggie's car. He wont be able to leave for awhile so I should be fine. It'll take a couple hours for his ribs to fully heal and while he could walk without healing them completely, it is a terrible idea. Our bodies do not react kindly to not letting them heal. Price you gotta pay for quick healing.

I see a flash of light and smile wide. Luke's standing there, shirtless might I add, with a smirk on his face. He approaches and presses his lips to mine. I wrap my hands around his neck and press our bodies together.

"You'll have to unlock the car," I whisper as our lips part. "He never gave me a key."

He waves his hand over the lock and I hear it click. "You sure this is a good idea," he whispers.

I laugh softly for a moment before replying. "Oh it's a terrible idea, but when has that ever stopped us," I whisper.

"Fair point love," he whispers and we climb into the backseat. "This isnt gonna be comfortable though," he warns and I shrug.

"So what. I'm sure we'll be too distracted to even notice," I whisper and slowly rub my knee against his slowly growing bulge. He smirks and leans down to kiss me again. My hands begin to slide down his chest, and a part of this feels foreign even if we did it last night. I mean if you do it enough with someone else, the feel of someone else's body is different. Although I definitely don't mind this feeling.

"Well that's good," he says and I glare at him jokingly.

"Stop reading my mind," I say and he chuckles.

"But it's so much fun," he says and I raise a brow.

"Would you like me to think about my many endeavors with someone we both aren't a fan of right now," I ask and he glares softly. "So stay out of my head babe."

"Fine," he says and kisses me again. He pulls my shirt off and begins to slowly kiss down my torso. I whimper softly and he smirks. "I love that sound," he whispers and I cover my face.

"Shut up," I grunt and he laughs. I grab his balls through his jeans and he groans in pain. "That's better," I whisper and flip us around so he's leaning against the door and I slowly undo his jeans. He's staring at me and I smile and kiss him lightly.

"I love you," he says and I bite my lip and he slowly caresses my face. "Don't worry if you can't say it back. I'm not going to get upset," he whispers and I kiss him again.

"Thank you," I whisper and then get back to work. It takes a minute to get his pants off completely, but when I do, I lean down and drag my tongue against the erection covered by his boxers. He moans somewhat loudly and I smirk. I continue doing this eventually encasing it with my lips and he let's out a whimper.

"I love that sound," I say mockingly and he glares but I can't take him seriously with his hand over his mouth.

I slowly slide his boxers off and wrap my fingers around his dick which even though I can't measure it, has to be like eight to nine inches. Reggie is right and Luke is a little bigger so its gotta be closer to nine.

I slowly stroke it and soft sounds escape his lips despite his resistance. I smirk softly and begin to twist just enough to make him let out slightly louder moans. I chuckle before adjusting myself to be able to take him into my mouth. I usually like to take it slow but I dont know exactly how long we have.

"Its not like you to be this quick," he whispers.

"We are fucking in my exes car, who could come outside any minute. Trust me. I'd rather take it slow, " I whisper.