Chapter 25 – Lance
25
IS ALL THAT FOR ME?
LANCE
Tonight, had been perfect. I was buzzing with the thrill of happiness rushing through my veins.
She had me constantly riding a live wire and I fucking loved it.
So, you don’t want to think about that shit she said about her father or the fact that you didn’t come clean?
Fuck no. I wasn’t going to think about that. After all, she said she didn't want to talk about it.
That's because she doesn't know what there is to know.
The truth would out. But first, I needed to deal with Hector or my family. When she wasn’t in the target bullseye, I’d tell her everything.
We held hands all the way back to the loft. Inside, she turned to me. "Thank you for tonight, Lance. This was actually perfect. I needed this to help take my mind off everything."
"Glad to be of service," I said, tugging her toward me. "But you know, the date's not over yet."
Her smile hit me right in the heart. I'd long stopped pretending I wasn't completely obsessed with her smiles – from bold and exuberant to shy and sweet. This one was pure flirtation, and God, it made me dizzy.
"Oh yeah? What happens now, Mr. Lakewood?"
"What happens now is I change the way you walk."
Her eyes widened, tongue darting out to wet her lips as anticipation flickered in her gaze. A wicked grin spread across her face. "Bold words, my brave knight.”
With a growl, I pulled her hard against me, claiming her mouth in a searing kiss that held nothing back. Our passion quickly flared bright and dangerous.
We were a clash of lips and tongue and teeth as I devoured her.
With each passing second, the kisses turned hungrier and harder. I was lost in her, completely engrossed in the delicious taste of her mouth and the tantalizing scent of her skin.
I cupped her ass, filling my hands with her, forcing her to wrap her legs around me as I turned and braced her against the door.
Fuck I was feral for her, using my grip to move her up and down against the solid steel ridge of my erection.
Her gasp turned into a moan, her fingers clutching at my hair as she moved against me. Her hips thrust forward, grinding against me with a hunger that matched my own.
My lips broke from hers to trace her jawline, teeth grazing the tender skin of her throat. "Morgan," I murmured, desire roughening my voice. Her taste was pure intoxication. "You make me lose control." My fingers found her nipple through the thin fabric, teasing until she arched into my touch. The lacy barrier of her bra gave way under my fingers as I stripped away her shirt.
"God… Lance…" she panted out between breaths.
Kissing her deeply, I growled into her mouth, the taste of her driving me to the edge. "I want you, Morgan. I need you."
Her fingers reflexively tightened their grip in my hair, a silent assent to my words. But I wanted more; I needed to hear it from her. "Say it," I demanded against her lips. "Tell me you need me too."
"God, yes," she whispered, her body shuddering against mine. "I need you."
I eased her down so that her feet hit the floor, intending to turn her around and strip her bare, but she had other plans, quickly unbuckling my belt.
Her fingers deftly working the buckle, she slid her hand into my pants. Her touch sent a shockwave through me, my eyes crossing at her touch.
"Morgan…" Her name came out as a desperate plea, my hands instinctively reaching out to steady myself against the door.
She gave me a wicked smirk, nimbly wrapping her fingers around the solid length of me.
One stroke and my fucking knees went weak.
I growled deep in my chest at the feel of her hand on me, the sensation shooting sparks of pleasure up my spine.
"Fuck..." I muttered, bracing myself against the onslaught of sensation.
"Like that?" she whispered, tauntingly close to my ear, her breath hot on my skin.
“Harder,” I growled. “Fuck, Morgan.”
She tightened her grip at my request, her hand moving deftly along my cock, her strokes calculated to drive me fucking wild. I buried my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent as she masterfully stroked me, each movement causing my knees to buckle in pleasure.
"Holy shit, Morgan," I gasped out, gripping her tight ass with one hand while the other found its way back to her bare chest, kneading and tweaking her nipple until she let out a soft moan.
My vision fogged over with lust as I looked at her beneath me. Her flushed cheeks and swollen lips drove me mad as I pictured how she’d look with those full lips spread wide around my cock. I watched as she bit her lower lip when I rolled her nipple between my fingers again. The sight of it made me groan aloud.
Her hand continued its stroking along the hard length of my cock, her grip firm yet gentle as she expertly stroked me close to the edge. Heat pooled in my lower abdomen at a rapid pace.
"Fuuuuuck, Morgan… shit!" I rasped out desperately. The knot in my stomach tightened dangerously.
“Is all of this for me?” she whispered.
I couldn’t help it, I whimper-groaned as her pace quickened.
Her other hand pulled me toward her for another desperate kiss. There was no gentleness now; this was pure, raw desire— primal and consuming. As we kissed, her hand continued its rhythm against me. A guttural moan echoed in the room as my body responded to her touch in a way it never had before.
"Lance," she gasped against my lips, "I want you inside me."
"God, yes," I choked out in response, urgently leaving a trail of hasty kisses down the column of her neck. Those words seemed to have a magnetic pull, tugging me right to the brink of sanity.
Falling to my knees before her, my hands found the waistband of her leggings, my fingers sliding the fabric down her legs and off. I pressed a kiss at the top of each thigh, letting the anticipation build between us.
She was still in her lacy thong, and fuck, I wanted to eat her whole. Standing, I scooped her up and then lifted her, bringing her pussy to eye level. Using my thumb I scooted her thong aside and dove in.
Goddamn, she tasted so sweet. Sucking on her clit made her latch her hands in my hair and tug.
My arms shook, but I wasn’t stopping, not for anything. With a smirk, I slid a finger inside her, curling it just right—her back arched, and she gasped, a rush of warmth flooding over my hand.
"Lance!" she cried out, her grip tightening in my hair as I continued my ministrations.
Her taste was intoxicating, making my head spin. She was wet and warm and everything I craved.
Her hips began to move in rhythm with my tongue, her cries becoming louder as I licked and sucked on her clit. Her legs trembled on either side of me, a sign of her impending orgasm.
"Do you like that?" I asked against her heat before slipping another finger inside her. She moaned in response, the sound music to my ears.
With a feral growl, I focused all my attention on her clit, sucking it into my mouth as I continued to finger fuck her. Her gasps turned into shrill cries, echoing around the room. The heat between us was palpable, the air charged with raw desire.
"Lance… oh God… don't… don't stop," she begged through labored breaths, her body convulsing in pleasure.
I was more than happy to oblige. As if fueled by her pleas, I doubled my efforts, my other hand reaching up to knead her breasts while I teased and tantalized her with my mouth and fingers.
She screamed out in pleasure as orgasms began to rack through her body. Her thighs tightened around my head, quivering as she rode out the waves of ecstasy radiating from her core to the tips of her toes.
"Oh fuck, Lance!" she cried out again, arching off the door as another orgasm rolled through her.
Her breaths were coming in ragged gasps now, each one making me want to ravage her even more. I eased her down, grinning at her and wrapping my hand around her waist to keep her steady.
Her breathing was ragged and breathy. “Lance, I don’t think I can walk.”
“Good thing, I’m not letting you walk far.” I led her to the kitchen island, then kneeled before her.
“You look good on your knees for me, Lancelot.”
Little did she know that I would supplicate myself before her every day if it meant she’d me mine. “Legs wide. Hold on to the counter, Spitfire.”
She gripped the counter edge as I positioned her just right. Her lacy underwear was still hanging on one leg and that was too much. With a single tug, I got it off her and threw it behind me.
Slowly, I positioned myself behind her, my hardened length brushing against her soaked core. She gasped in anticipation, her body trembling underneath me. I held onto her hip with one hand while the other caressed the smooth skin of her lower back, slowly making its way to the soft swell of her ass.
I pressed a thumb against the tight ring of her asshole, drawing a shuddered breath from her.
"Lance…" she whimpered, pushing back against my touch.
"Easy," I murmured in reassurance. “I’m only playing.” I leaned over to whisper hot promises in her ear as I continued my teasing exploration. The sight of her bent over the counter, completely exposed and at my mercy was driving me wild.
The head of my cock nudged at her pussy, teasing the sensitive skin before starting the slow slide home.
Watching her stretch around my cock, inch by inch, made me dizzy.
A strangled moan escaped my lips at the feeling of her warmth enveloping me. I sank deeper into her wetness until I was fully seated.
"God, Morgan," I grunted, gripping onto the counter on either side of her for support.
I stilled for a moment, trying to hold off the tingling in the base of my spine. Fuck, I was ready to come.
I wanted to savor the feeling, memorize the euphoria coursing through my veins at the taste of her pleasure. My thumb traced small circles over her puckered entrance, making her squirm against me.
"Move, please," she begged, bucking back against me.
“Fuck, you’re so tight. So damn tight.” My thumb kept up the pressure on her tight pucker, and Christ, it was hard not to picture my cock stretching her everywhere, filling her up, making her whimper.
"Easy, sweetheart. I’ve got you," I murmured, the words coming out as an almost primal growl as I pulled back, leaving just the tip of my cock inside her.
Then I thrust back in hard. She cried out, gripping the edge of the counter harder.
"Is this what you want? Do you like it when I take you like this?" I grunted out, my pace quickening as I pounded into her, the sound of our bodies slapping against each other echoing around the kitchen. Her gasps and moans filled my ears, encouraging me to continue.
"Y-yes," she breathed, her fingernails scratching at the counter beneath her. "God, yes."
"You're such a good girl," I breathed out, praising her for taking me so well. "You're mine, Morgan. All of you."
My hand left her waist to reach around her body, finding her swollen clit and rubbing it in time with my thrusts.
Her body jerked at my touch, causing me to sink even deeper.
“Oh fuck! Lance!” she cried out again, the words turning into a drawn-out moan as another orgasm rolled through her.
"I know what you need," I groaned in response, increasing my pace and pressing harder on her clit.
As I played with her clit and fucked her, my thumb slipped into her ass. Oh. Fuck. Me. So hot. So tight.
She jolted beneath me, a strangled cry escaping her lips. "L-Lance…"
"That's right, Spitfire," I mumbled against her ear, my voice raspy with need. "You're so fucking good for me. One day I’m going to fuck you here. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Is my Morgan a dirty girl?”
Her hips bucked against me, her body answering before her voice could. "Y-yes," she gasped out, an almost animalistic edge to her voice that drove me mad with desire.
I increased my pace, savagely driving into her as I pleasured her clit and continued working my thumb in her ass.
"Yes?" I asked, my breath hot against the shell of her ear, even as I started to lose control. "Is that what you want? You want me to fuck you here? Make me believe you."
It was more a statement than a question, but she answered anyway. "Yes, Lance," she whimpered beneath me. "Yes."
My pace quickened, my cock slamming into her in a rhythm that had her crying out in pleasure. I watched as she bit down on her lip to muffle her cries, the sight of it causing my cock to throb inside of her.
My thumb continued to stretch her, pressing in deeper and swirling around. Her body jolted again, a high-pitched moan escaping her lips.
"Shhh, that’s a good girl," my voice rumbled in her ear, the sound almost drowned by the slap of our bodies. "I've got you. Take it all, sweetheart. You can take it," I groaned, pushing my cock deeper into her, my thumb doing the same in her ass. I felt her body clench around me as another climax loomed near. My own impending orgasm was marked by a fierce throbbing in my dick, and I reveled in the sensation.
"I'm close," she whimpered, her voice barely audible over the harsh slap of our bodies. "Lance, I'm so close."
"I know, Spitfire. Let go for me." My voice was husky with need and the promise of release. With a particularly hard thrust, my thumb slipped deeper into her ass while I pounded into her wet pussy relentlessly.
Her response was a wordless cry as she climaxed around me, her cunt tightening superbly around my throbbing cock. The sensation sent me over the edge, too, my own climax ripping through me as I groaned out her name and emptied myself deep inside her, riding out our orgasms together.
With a final thrust that left us both panting and spent, I gently pulled out of her. My hand slipped from her body to support myself against the counter as my legs shook with exhaustion.
She looked absolutely gorgeous, spent and exhausted, her pussy still pulsing as my cum leaked out of her. Christ she was so damn beautiful. I stared at her lips as they pulsed. Kneeling behind her, I surprised her as I lapped at her, and her breath hitched as I languidly ran my tongue over her swollen folds and sensitive clit. She shuddered beneath me, a low moan leaving her lips as I continued to clean her with my tongue.
"Oh God, Lance…" she whimpered, bucking slightly as the tip of my tongue traced a teasing circle around her still quivering hole. A small aftershock of pleasure coursed through her, and she let out a muffled gasp.
"Shh," I murmured against her sensitive skin, a rumble of laughter vibrating through my chest. "I'm just cleaning up after myself, sweetheart. We taste so good together.”
"Fuck, you're too good at this," she managed to breathe out between gasps, the words making me smile against her skin.
"Then I guess I'll have to do it more often," I teased, licking up to her asshole.
"Please, Lance," she begged, though for what exactly she didn't voice aloud.
My fingers ventured lower, brushing across the sensitive skin of her pussy. She twitched beneath me, a sweet moan echoing in the silent kitchen as I tongue fucked her ass.
“Just one more, Spitfire. One more,” I said as my fingers slid over her clit and I licked her ass. She was so close.
“One more…” Morgan whimpered, her voice barely a whisper as she trembled beneath my touch. The pleading tone in her voice drove me wild, and in the dimly lit kitchen, I brought her to another orgasm. She clenched, her body shaking violently as she cried out my name, the sound echoing off the walls. I held her steady, keeping my tongue firmly inside of her as she rode out her orgasm on my face.
Finally, exhausted and completely spent, she collapsed on the counter. Her breathing was ragged, and she let out a feeble moan when I gently withdrew my tongue from her.
Smiling against her skin, I placed a gentle kiss on each of her ass cheeks before standing back up.
Then I picked up her limp body and carried her upstairs. I’d let her sleep for now.
But later, I’d wake her up and we could do it again.