Chapter Seventeen-Maria
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN-MARIA
I sense him before I see him.
When I look up from where I’m arranging a stack of cleaned glasses, I catch Luc rounding the bar.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
But he’s not talking. His steel gaze combs over me from head to toe.
I’m wearing ripped up black jeans, my perfectly worn boots, and a gold tank top.
I am all out of the temporary coloring conditioner I use, so I have my hair in two braids, hoping to hide my natural highlights that have already started to show through.
I don’t know what to do, so I just stand there.
“Luc?”
He exhales a breath and I see his chest move. It’s the only thing that lets me know he’s really there and not some figment of my imagination.
A week has passed since he brought me home with him. I haven’t really talked to him since, though I’ve seen glimpses of him walking to his office.
Luc is a busy man. I know this, so I don’t intrude.
Even though I want to.
I mean when a guy like that tells you that you’re his you expect something.
But maybe those were just pretty words. Maybe my inexperienced fluffy ass just isn’t good enough.
Those are just some of the ugly thoughts that’ve been twisting and winding around inside my brain.
But I push all of them away because he’s here.
Right now, Luc is here. And he’s staring at me like I’m a fucking piece of dark chocolate, the expensive kind with the soft cherry center.
I might be new to the whole sex thing, but my pussy doesn’t know that.
It pulses and moisture wets my panties.
I take a moment to just stare at him. He’s wearing a pale blue button down shirt, and I bite back my moan at the fact I can almost see his tattoos through the material.
His curls look glossy against his forehead, and the close crop beard he wears is trimmed.
His lips are in a hard line, but I know just how soft they feel, and a shiver runs through me at the memory.
Luc is not like other men. He is different.
Quiet.
Confident.
Commanding of all my attention.
He has that thing. Luc has it . Hell yes, he sure as fuck has it.
How could he not?
A man who looks like that could give Lucifer a run for his money. Then it hits me.
Luc. Lucifer.
Oh my fucking God.
Maybe he is the devil. Or maybe he’s just named after him.
Either way, it is a fitting name.
The sparkle from his piercings dazzles me, and I want to lick them. To suck them into my mouth and taste the metal against his skin.
My throat goes dry.
Luc is just so, so hot .
His steel gaze trails down my belly, and it seems to narrow when he gets to the apex of my thighs.
Then he stalks forward and grabs my hand, pulling me back the way he came.
“Luc! What are you doing? I have to w-work,” I stutter.
But if I think he will answer me, I have another thing coming.
It’s too early for there to be much of a crowd. Antonio stares at me, eyes wide, but he says nothing.
And really, that’s smart.
I don’t think Luc is in any mood to discuss why he’s dragging me out of the bar.
He leads me to his sleek car, rounds the hood to the passenger side, and opens the door.
I lick my lips, and he waits. Quietly.
So fucking quietly.
I huff a breath, then I sit. I look up and Luc dips his chin in approval.
His steel eyes sparkle like silver and those jet fighter planes are back.
For some reason, I am ridiculously pleased that I performed correctly. I hope he’ll reward me.
Please, oh please.
I shouldn’t feel that way. It’s demeaning.
Only, I don’t feel cheap. Under his silvery stare, I feel coveted.
And that warms me.
Luc is silent all the way to his renovated warehouse home, and I can’t wait to get there.
His place is amazing.
We ride up the elevator in silence and I am not sure what to expect, but when we get through the door, he spins me around and pushes me back up against the door.
“Luc,” I say, panting.
I’m so turned on and excited I don’t know what to do.
He cups my pussy over my jeans, and I moan. Then he grabs my thighs and picks me up and I wrap my legs around him, mouth open, chest heaving.
“Give me that fucking mouth,” he says, and crashes his lips to mine.
He grabs my braids, and he pulls back on them, but he doesn’t allow me to lift my head. He is sucking on my tongue, and I might come from that alone.
His kiss is rough.
It is violent.
Desperate.
Needy.
So hot.
It is all the things I feel for him.
And I fucking love it.
I don’t even notice that we’re on the move. Luc carries me like I weigh nothing at all, and it makes me fucking swoon.
It’s one of those bigger girl secret wants things.
Something we don’t openly discuss because we don’t want to be body shamed or laughed at.
But maybe we should talk about it.
Maybe we should stop apologizing for who we are and what we look like.
I mean, I don’t think I need to beg for masculine attention. And I don’t think anyone should have to.
I certainly won’t say sorry cause I have a fat ass, a soft belly, and big tits. It’s just how I’m made.
For fuck’s sake, big girls need love, too.
For some of us, that means poetry and flowers.
And for others, it means we want to be swept off our feet.
Literally.
And preferably right before being fucked so hard we can’t walk right for a few days.
Luc’s big, pierced cock did a number on me. But maybe that was because it was my first time.
He was so tender and careful afterwards, I didn’t mind at all.
In fact, all week long, I’ve missed it.
Him.
I have missed him.
Besides, I’m not a virgin now. And I can’t wait for him to stretch me again.
“Tried to give you time to heal. I stayed away because I didn’t want to tear up this hot little slit,” he grunts as he tosses me on the bed.
Luc flips me onto my belly, and I moan. His hands are on me, He’s tracing the rips in my jeans.
Suddenly, I feel something sharp, and I yelp.
“Did you just spank me?”
My pussy clenches. Moisture pools there, and I am stunned.
Do I like this? Should I?
It feels dirty.
But also good.
Very good.
Even better when he does it again and again, following each spank with a tender rubbing that leaves me begging for more.
“Luc,” I beg, and I’m not sure I know what I am begging for.
“Wearing these fucking jeans. Showing everyone my ass . This is my ass, isn’t it Baby Girl?”
Luc growls.
Motherfucking growls.
Like a beast.
And I am so turned on, I can barely think, much less speak.
So, I nod.
But that isn’t good enough.
He spanks me again.
“I asked you a question. Is this my ass ?”
“Y-yes. Yours,” I whimper, and he rewards me by pressing the hard bar of his cock against the denim.
Fuck. I want him so badly.
“That’s right. It’s mine. All of you is mine.”
He goes back to rubbing the bottom of my ass cheek, where that strategically placed tear reveals my flesh.
Then I feel his hands snake around to my fly. He pops the button and drags down the zipper.
Luc undresses me quickly. Then he flips me over again and my chest is heaving as he pulls the tank top over my head.
“So fucking perfect,” he says.
My legs are clenched tightly together, but he is having none of that. With two hands on the soft, squishy flesh of my inner thighs, Luc pushes.
He wrenches them open, revealing my glistening sex.
I’m—I’m embarrassed. But I am turned on.
His steel gaze turns to molten silver as he just stares at me.
I am fully aware I am completely naked, and Luc is fully dressed.
Somehow, that makes it hotter.
“You keep those legs open, Baby Girl. That’s it,” he says, and his voice is so deep.
Rough with lust.
Savage with need.
And I know just how he feels.
I drop my legs wider.
I welcome him.
I need him.
Whatever he wants from me, I will give it to him.
Because even though I’m a liar about some aspects of my life, I am not a liar about this.
I belong to Luc Batiste.
His chest rumbles, and he says things to me. Filthy, dirty things about what he wants to do.
“Fuck, Baby Girl. Look at your dripping cunt. So fucking wet, aren’t you? That dusky pink is so dark, so pretty. Pretty, pretty, pretty,” he grunts, and I feel his need down to my toes.
Luc is so, so big .
Intense.
Commanding.
Simply more man than anyone I ever met in my whole life.
“Can’t wait to stuff you with this cock. You like my dick, don’t you? Love to feel me stretch you. Love it when my piercings rub inside you. Tell me.”
I gasp and my pulse races. I nod.
“Good Girl. Gonna fuck you hard. Stamp myself inside you. Gonna tongue fuck this slit first.”
Yes.
Fuck.
Please. Yes.
I want him to do everything he says.
His words stroke along my skin like hands.
“And it’s mine. No one ever had this before. No one else will ever get to have it. Cause it’s mine,” he says, and I don’t know if he is even talking to me anymore.
And I don’t care. I am so amped.
By the time he moves, pressing his face right against the slick folds of my sex, I moan so loud, it reverberates off the walls.
Luc sucks in a great, big breath with his nose buried right in my pussy and I can't fucking move.
I never read or heard of anything like that, of men just breathing in the scent of pussy. But Luc is breathing in mine. And he seems to like it.
I pull on his hair, cause I can’t take it anymore. Then he moves.
He lifts his head, a wicked grin on his handsome as fuck face.
“Want me to kiss this cunt, Baby? That what you want?”
“Please,” I beg.
“Eyes on me, Baby Girl,” he commands, and fuck, I can’t help it, I listen to him.
Then he dives in. He eats me out with a ferocity I never experienced.
And I go wild.