Pure Seduction

With nothing but the glittering lights of the city outside filtering in through the hotel room’s curtains, Luke slips into bed, completely nude from showering. Most of the time he tries to pull something on because there might be a fire? or One of the guys bursting in like they’re supposed to be there? - but tonight… All that’s on his mind is the fresh memory of the last time your body slid against his and the aching hard on jutting up between his thighs.
Underneath him the sheets are cool against his feverish skin and he licks his lip at the tingle of goosebumps racing down his spine, prickling up along the insides of his thighs and tightening his cock to the point of tugging a little whimper up out of his throat. His head falls back against the pillow and he sucks in a few breaths to steady himself. He spreads his palm flat against his chest, running it down the lean plane of his belly and down between his legs, feeling out the smooth, flushed flesh until he wraps his whole hand around his dick, fists it, squeezing tight for a few seconds.
His hips stutter up into his hand and he hisses in another moutful of air, reaches out to blindly grope for the lube - it’s the flavored kind, a favorite that the two of you usually share when you feel like adding a little bit of flare to your own personal tastes.
He’s already leaking, the substance shiny and glinting in the barest hint of light as he upturns the bottle of lube and lets it slither out over the head of his cock and fist. After it’s set aside, only then does he wriggle up a little so that he’s not lying completely back, can see the way his cock twitches in his hand as his eyes finally adjust to the dark.
He starts off slow, spreading the lubricant and filling the air with the scent of strawberries though that’s not the flavor his remembering, your tang on his tongue, the scent of you filling his nose as its buried between your legs. He sucks his bottom lip between his teeth, gnawing the thin line until it’s swollen and pink, broken in a place or two so that the twinge of copper falls against his tongue.
And he moves his hand in heavy, sluggish strokes, squeezing in varying degrees as he moves it base to tip, the only sound in the room that of his hitched breathing as it catches in his lungs and the slippery squelch of his hand fist around his cock, tugging it up and away from his body, pulling it up against the taut plane of his stomach and smearing the tawny skin there with lubricant and pre-cum. He can feel the heat spreading from his belly to his toes, tight and nearly boiling in his core the harder he jerks himself. The goosebumps have given way to tingling racing down his spine and ending in jolts that have his cock hard enough to hurt. His toes are curled in the comforter and he doesn’t remember pulling his knees up, but they make a v, framing the proud length of him as it slides in and out of his hand.
As the first telltale signs of his orgasm begin to creep up, it’s no longer the breath stuttering out of him, but strained little moans bubbling up out of his throat. Some of them are your name, but most of them are formless, breaking the silence in the most melodic way.
Nearly pretzled, he goes groping again, fumbling for his phone. He nearly jerks the charger out of the wall in an effort to get it to him and he’s still pumping his dick, his hand and thighs soaked with lube and the dribbling lines of pre-cum weeping from the head of his cock.
Somehow he dials your number despite the sweat dripping from his temples to land on the face of the phone, his thumb smearing it as he flips through his most recent calls and finds your numbers.
He barely wastes a hello, whimpering, “Please… please,” as soon as he hears your voice.
And it’s to your sweet voice crooning without question, “Oh, oh, Lukey, baby, that’s it. Yes, yes, come for me, baby, come nice and hard for me...You know I love your cock baby...fill my mouth daddy-” that he finally gives, his voice breaking as he comes in thick spurts that stain his white-knuckled fist and clenched thighs.

He pants his way down from the high. "I-Im sorry baby...did I wake you? "
"Yeah you did but I would wake up to your begging any day " You respond cheekily. Luke smiles and bit his lip ring as he starts to think of what you are wearing. " Have you missed babygirl?"Luke asked after a short silence.
"Of coruse I have...I'm so lonely without you and i'm just not enough..." You respond softly.
Luke juts awake from his bed, a it upset at your response, " Nicole, baby I thought I said I don't want to hear that kind of talk fr-"
'No NOLukey..not that kind of enough...I know you think im the most beautiful girl you have laid eyes on" you say giggling. ..." Its just im not enough..I-I cn't get myself off and I have tried just about Everything...dildos, porn, our "sexy" video, my fingers and nothing does anything!! I get to the brink it-it just doesnt't do it for me. you say, releasing your pent up frustration...
Luke stays silent after your confession. He stays so silent that you believe that he has fallen asleep during your rant and hang up the phone but really he has been checking flights to get back home to you quickly because no one leaves his girl unsatisfied...

Notes

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Part 2??
Hey guyss! Sorry for the delay but the problem is I am not coming uo with anything right now. I feel like everything I want to write has been done before and probably better so I am in severe writer's block. Any help or suggestions??