Chapter 33 Lucien #2
“You did so good.” Summer’s soothing voice coaxed me back.
Her nails scraped lightly on my bare thighs.
“I love watching you come for me.” She leaned over me and licked the milky white fluid off my twitching abs.
My spent cock jerked and she laughed, watching it react to the slow exploration of her tongue.
She didn’t stop once she had cleaned me up, traversing south and giving my oversensitive head an experimental kitten lick.
“Summer, please,” I begged.
“Do you want me to stop? You know how to if you want.”
There was no way I was using that safe word.
It was a sweet torture having her coax my erection back to life. I was sweating. Chest glistening from the strain of being held back, my shirt sticking to my back.
“I want to fuck you,” I demanded, even though I was in no position to.
“I’m sure you do.”
“Knot you.” I was practically feverish at this point.
“You don’t get to decide that,” she said firmly. Fuck, that was hot. “Do you want to please me?”
I groaned. “So much.”
“How would you do that?”
“Let me taste you,” I pleaded.
“I don’t know if you’ve earned that,” Summer admonished me. She licked her lips, openly admiring me. “I like you too much like this. And I want to use that pretty cock.”
She started to undress and I tugged involuntarily at my bonds again. I wanted to touch her so fucking bad. Fill my hands with her tits and mouth those perky nipples until they stiffened on my tongue. God, I could see how slick and puffy her pussy lips were. She needed to come. I needed her to come.
Summer climbed onto the chair with me, her arms draped over my shoulders and thighs spread over my lap. Her scent dragged me to the hill overlooking the sand and shore. A secret rendezvous, our tropical drinks spiked. Laughter turned to kisses as the three of us surrounded her.
She grasped my chin firmly, bringing me back to the present. “Stay still while I ride you.”
Her weight sank and my cock slid into her tight, wet heat. Even though I had come earlier, I fought to keep my orgasm at bay, refusing to disappoint her.
“Look how well you’re doing.” Summer lifted her hips. Back down. “Your cock feels so good inside me.” Another rocking motion and I bottomed out inside her with a slick, obscene sound. “Tell me it’s mine to use however I want. Whenever I want.”
It was hard to get the words out while she was riding me. “It’s yours.”
She kissed me lingeringly. “You’re such a good boy.”
There was a collision of want and need inside my chest. It grew exponentially as I drank in every single whimper, clench, and cry as she shuddered above me.
“Please,” I asked desperately. “Can I?”
“Come.” She was still using me, grinding her clit over the hard swell of my knot to draw out her pleasure. “I want you to come inside me.”
I came with her fingers carded through my hair and her kisses on my neck. Summer released the tie quickly, sending pins and needles through my limbs as I finally let them fall. She had utterly wrung me dry. I could feel the roles we played sliding off us, leaving me dazed and out of my body.
“Lucien, baby. Come on. I want to get you to my nest.”
The embrace of pillows and soft blankets felt incredible. She had undressed me so I could feel every plush fiber. Summer was kissing me a lot. All over, like a concerned little bumblebee as she rubbed a vanilla-scented lotion on my wrists.
“It’s really not that bad,” I commented, examining my slightly raw skin.
“Shush.”
My knot was partially inflated from coming but not locking inside her. She crawled over me, reached between us, and guided me back into her body until we both felt it pop in place. It was different to knot her like this. Not in the throes of a frenzied fuck but for intimacy and connection instead.
A purr instantly rolled out of me.
“Er, um, that’s…never mind,” I stammered, not knowing what to say. Alpha purrs were ordinarily to soothe an omega, and now I was apparently so content it burst out of me involuntarily.
“I like it.” Summer nuzzled her nose at my throat. “Are you feeling all right after I, well—”
“Tied me up and had your way with me?”
“Yes, that.”
I tilted her chin so I could kiss her, her lips soft and pliable beneath mine. “I needed that,” I admitted. “I…don’t think it’s something I always want.”
“I get it. Me neither. But in the right moment…” Summer buried her head back down, and I barely caught her words muffled in my chest. “Thanks for trusting me that way.”
Reality invaded my thoughts, despite my best efforts to stay in this cocoon-like bliss forever.
The email I had skimmed prior to my Sydney call nudged at me persistently.
“So, er, I know the whole point of this was to get me to stop working, but I actually have something I wanted to ask you. About work.”
“Lucien, I swear to god—”
“Hear me out first, okay?” I placated her with a forehead kiss.
“There’s a gala in Boston I agreed to attend before I knew I was taking time off.
We’ve had an incredible but busy couple of years at the firm.
A lot of growth, a lot of late nights. The executives wanted to reward the staff.
” I snuggled close, risking the razor-sharp wrath of her narrowed eyes.
“So yes, it’s work but it’s also a party ,” I emphasized.
“Hmm, acceptable. But barely,” she sniffed. “What did you want to ask me?”
“Will you come with me? All the general managers are bringing partners.”
Summer rested her chin on her hands. Blinking far too often to be completely innocent. “Who were you going to bring if you hadn’t met me?”
Dear god, it was like navigating a snake pit.
“Uh, um. Be lonely?”
She laughed. “Unclench your butthole, Lucien. I’m not going to get mad over a hypothetical situation where I don’t exist.” Summer traced the line of my stubble affectionately.
“Yes, I’ll come with you.” She frowned—aiming for menacing but landing squarely in cute instead. “But you’re going to owe me.”
I grasped her hips possessively and her breath hitched. “I’ll make it worth your while, don’t worry,” I promised.