Chapter 20 Lucas
Lucas
Ipull out of Amelia’s hot, wet body and peel off the condom, tying it and throwing it into the trash.
My eyes find Ambrose, and I can tell that he enjoyed that just as much as I did.
I hide my discomfort and give him a lazy smile as I pull Amelia to her feet. She’s so beautiful I can barely breathe. Well fucked, soft glowing skin, and wide, wet lips. Now that I’ve tasted them, I don’t know if I’ll ever have enough.
That was nothing like it was with Megan.
I try to banish the thought, but it persists, bobbing to the surface like driftwood.
I never felt like this with my ex. Megan and I were always relaxed. In fact, for the first year of our relationship, we regularly fucked other people.
When Ambrose came into our lives and started watching us, it was natural and felt almost like a bit of fun to be had on the side.
I never felt jealous or possessive over her. But just now, halfway through the best fuck of my life, I wanted him to leave.
Having his eyes on Amelia is different in a way I can’t explain.
Would he want to hire her? The idea of it is repugnant to me, and that makes me more nervous than anything else could.
Amelia is relaxed and soft in my arms as I help her dress, but I know this won’t be the last time we fuck tonight. Ambrose is hopped up, and he’ll want to find his release.
But he’s not touching what’s mine.
I brush a strand of hair out of Amelia’s eyes, and she smiles up at me. Her lips are still wet from our kisses, and I want to shove my tongue into her mouth again, own her, ruin her for every other man.
“I’m just gonna freshen up for a sec,” she says softly, and I step back, watching her walk to the bathroom. The dress hugs her in all the right places.
I turn back to Ambrose, and he’s watching me with his eyebrows raised.
“What’s going on, Luca?” he asks, but his tone is gentle.
“What?” I reply.
He stands, and his boner is almost comical as he readjusts himself.
“This feels different from how it used to,” he says.
“You’re seeing things in your old age,” I mutter, but he just smiles. It’s an infuriating smile, it says ‘I know you better than you think’.
“There is heat between you. The air crackles with want, no?”
I wave him off, shaking my head and pretending what he says doesn’t bother me, but my stomach lurches unpleasantly. He’s right, it does feel different.
Why the hell didn’t I feel possessive with my actual fiancé? I’m paying Amelia for sex; it should be easy. Simple. Uncomplicated. That’s the fucking point!
But the idea of Ambrose touching her fills me with a kind of rage I’ve never experienced.
The bathroom door opens, and Amelia emerges, looking utterly perfect, adjusting the tie on her dress. I feel a shiver run over me at how the soft lighting plays over her exquisite skin.
Ambrose gives us some space, and I pull her toward me, placing a gentle kiss on her lips.
Damn it, Lucas, get it together.
“Are you alright?” I ask.
She nods. “Yes. Was that okay?”
I lean back, surprised by the question. “Of course. It was amazing. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
She shakes her head. “No.” Her eyes move to Ambrose. He’s looking at my record collection, pretending not to listen to us.
“Does he need … I mean, does he want me to…” She leaves the question hanging.
“He doesn’t get to touch you,” I say. The relief in her eyes makes my heart thump. Ambrose is a good-looking guy, and I try to ignore the vicious sense of satisfaction I feel that she’s not interested in touching him.
“Would you like another glass of wine?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “No, thank you. But I’d love some water.”
We head into the kitchen, where I add some ice to a glass. Ambrose joins us, keeping his distance from Amelia.
“These ice cubes are amazing,” she says, picking one up and examining it. They’re completely clear and spherical.
“That’s because he is very pretentious, Bella,” Ambrose says with a chuckle, and she smiles at him. It’s a broad grin I haven’t seen before, and it sets my teeth on edge.
I pour her some water from the filter in my refrigerator and hand it to her.
We all head to the couch, and Ambrose does what he does best, and begins to pepper Amelia with questions. It’s a pleasant moment, listening to them talk about anything and everything, but I notice she says very little about her home life.
A strange look passes over her face whenever she mentions her sister, but she never elaborates.
After Ambrose and I have another glass of wine, and we’ve been talking for a little longer, I can tell he’s keen to go another round. I am too, but I don’t know whether Amelia will be up for it.
I shouldn’t have underestimated Ambrose's shameless gall.
“I have a desire to see you in a bed, Bella,” he says, when the conversation comes to a natural pause. “It seems unfair to ask you all the way out here and only to have you entertain us once.”
I stare at him, appalled by the blatant request, but when Amelia looks at me, I can tell she likes the idea.
She rises, and I quickly put my drink down, eager to have her under me again. I can't wait to taste her mouth for a second time.
When we get to the bedroom, I’m already as hard as stone before I’ve even crossed the threshold.
Ambrose takes a seat in the corner and pulls out his cock. Amelia looks at him, her eyes lowering to it as he begins to stroke it languidly, and I grab her chin.
“Eyes on me,” I snarl, and she shudders as I push her down on the bed and begin to undress. I don’t know whether she’s conscious of the change in her breathing as I drop my clothes to the floor, but she seems more turned on the more naked I get, and that makes me so horny I can barely wait.
I know Ambrose is watching me, and I can picture how I must look, my erection jutting out of my body, eager and desperate to fuck this beautiful woman in front of me.
“Take off your clothes,” I say. “Slowly.”
She does, pulling off the dress and peeling herself out of her underwear one item at a time. When she’s naked, I spend a full minute looking at her before I order her to lie down. I can see she enjoys the commanding edge to my voice, and that suits me fine.
I want her to suck my cock, but something makes me hold back. I don’t want Ambrose to watch that. It’s weird to feel self-conscious, but I do.
I want her all to myself. I want him gone, but it would be cruel and humiliating for me to tell him to leave.
I lie over Amelia and capture her lips with mine again, my fingers lowering over her soft stomach and down to the warm heat of her flesh.
She’s wet from the last time, and when I push the tip of my finger inside her, I feel the walls around it suck me in.
She’s so eager for me that I almost come right there.
I can hear the soft, wet sound of Ambrose jerking off behind us, and my cock pulses at how she must look, laid out under me and ready to have me use her however I want.
I tug at the pins in her hair, loosening them and arranging it beneath her on the bed. I run my hand through it, knowing I must look like a sap, but unable to stop myself. It’s so beautiful, like all the colors in the world I love mixed together.
I lean over to the top drawer, pulling out a condom. She watches me with a soft, seductive expression that is so natural it makes my chest ache.
How does she do that?
Rolling on the condom, I pull her thighs apart and push into her without warning.
Her legs lift around me. She’s still wearing her heels, and I look to my right, where there’s a mirror on the door of the closet.
It’s a depraved image, my muscular ass thrusting into her, and long, slender legs almost over my shoulder with high, pointed red heels at the top.
“Can you see him watching you?” I ask, knowing I’ve neglected to include Ambrose so far, and trying to rectify that.
She groans. “Yes.”
“Do you like having his eyes on you?” I ask as I continue to push into her tight heat.
“Yes.”
“If I invite him over here, would you take his dick too?”
“Oh fuck,” it’s a whisper, but she clenches around me, her nails scraping down my back.
“Maybe he’d fuck your mouth while I make you come, hmm?” I ask. “I bet if we invited some guys off the street, you’d just lie here and take it.”
She writhes upward, and I hear Ambrose curse, low and desperate behind me.
“They’d line up, waiting for their turn, pushing into you one by one. No need for condoms with this little slut, you’d let them fill you up, wouldn’t you? Until you had cum dripping down your thighs while Ambrose breaks in that tight little ass.”
I feel her come, more violently than before, and smirk down at her as I push my tongue into her mouth, rocking my hips into her as she wails, the orgasm making her whole body tremble.
Christ, this is the best sex I’ve ever had.
I come hard at the image I’ve conjured in my mind. I’d never let anyone touch her like that, but the idea of it is enough to send me over the edge.
Fuck I want to do that, though. Fill her up with my cum, and watch it drip out of her.
I convulse forward, moaning into her mouth as she clutches at me.
I hear a groan behind me and know that Ambrose has come too. It’s hot, him watching us, but when I think about him seeing Amelia naked, my jealousy comes raging back.
After I’ve come down from the heights of my orgasm, I turn to look at him, shocked to find he’s left the room.
He’s never done that before.
I pull out of Amelia’s body, as she lets out a soft sigh of contentment. She looks a little uncertain. I step back, pulling off the condom and throwing it into the trash. I stare at the crumpled shape of it, the fantasy of my cum running down Amelia’s thighs still vivid in my mind.
I know Sterling House offers a service where I can be done with condoms.
But do I really want that?
My mind rebels at the thought. I have several women I could call up whenever I want to. It’s not like I need to be exclusive with Amelia.
Hm. Why is that thought so appealing?
By the time she sits up in bed, I’m feeling guilty about Ambrose. I can only hope he didn’t feel as ignored as he was.
Amelia doesn’t say much as she sits up. We get dressed in silence, and she murmurs that she’s going to freshen up again.
I wonder if she’s okay, or if I went too far with the dirty talk, but when she comes out of the bathroom, she’s all smiles, hair perfect, the dress falling in soft folds over her body.
“I should probably go,” she says.
“Are you sure?” I force out, feeling even more guilty that she’s come all this way and isn’t even staying the night.
Get a grip, Lucas. She’s an escort, not your girlfriend.
“Would it be okay to call me a cab? I don’t want to trouble Melvin so late.”
I shake my head. “Melvin does what I tell him, and you’re not getting a cab home alone. He’ll take you to your door.”
She gives me an odd look but nods.
We go back downstairs to find Ambrose waiting for us, also ready to leave. He gives Amelia a wide smile, but there’s something in his expression I can’t read.
He comes forward, giving her a gentle kiss on the cheek. “Bellissima,” he murmurs. “You are alright?”
She nods. “Yes. Were you… I hope you are, too.”
He brushes a hand over her cheek, and I want to shove it away. “I had a wonderful evening,” he says, glancing up at me warily and stepping back.
Clearly, I’m not good at hiding my inner emotions because he retreats another step and frowns at me as he gets his coat.
“I should be going also. A pleasure, as always, Luca. Thank you for indulging me.”
We walk to the elevator and wait as I press the button.
“Do you want me to go down with you?” I ask Amelia, and Ambrose waves me off.
“I will ensure she gets into the car safely.”
“Message me when you’re home,” I say, before I can bite the words back. Amelia nods and goes into the elevator. I watch the doors close on them, my body thrumming with the urge to jump inside and stop them from spending time alone together.
What’s he going to say to her?
As I listen to the whir of the elevator descending to the ground floor, my anger begins to bubble over.
I turn, walking toward the room at the far end of the hall. Stripping off my shirt, I walk into the gym I had installed when I moved in.
Still barefoot, I walk to the punching bag, not bothering to change out of my jeans, and begin to jab at the thing. I’m hitting it so hard I feel like my fist is going to smash straight through it.
I spend almost an hour fighting it until I eventually stop and shower, beyond exhausted.
I check my phone, noting the text from Amelia letting me know she’s back safely. As soon as I read it, I climb into bed, and pass out into a dreamless sleep.