Chapter Thirty-Five-Maria
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE-MARIA
T here’s a long scar slashed across Luc’s back. I trace it with light fingers.
I want to ask him how he got it, but I don’t want to break the spell we both seem to have fallen under.
The last couple of weeks with him have been sublime.
Every minute, he sinks deeper under my skin.
Into my heart.
Stamping himself on my very soul.
I must have asked him though, because he opens his mouth, and his gravelly voice reaches my ears.
He sounds so sexy as he explains where he got it.
“I told you my sister OD’d when I was a teenager. But I didn’t tell you that right before I joined up with Nico and Angel, I tried to go it alone.”
“You did?”
“Yeah. So the guys responsible were in this neighborhood gang. Just a bunch of low-level dealers and pushers. Idiots didn't even have a name,” he says without emotion.
“I’m sorry about your sister,” I whisper.
“Thank you. Anyway, I wanted to shut them down, so I went after them. But I was a stupid kid. I had no backup. And they beat me up, wanted to make sure I remembered the lesson,” he explains.
I make a humming sound, wanting him to continue.
“They had me tied up and stuck in some stash house closet. Then the guy in charge, he walks in, and he’s cocky as fuck. He has a knife in his hand, his buddies turn me around, hold me down, and he slices me,” he says, and I am filled with so much anger.
My heart is breaking for teenaged Luc. I feel tears spill down my cheeks and then he’s shifting, turning over so he can cradle me to his warm, hard chest.
“Hey, it’s alright. It was a long time ago,” he murmurs, kissing my forehead.
“I am just so sorry you had to go through that,” I tell him, and I mean it.
“It’s okay, Baby Girl. If I didn’t go through that, then I wouldn’t be here now. And this is exactly where I want to be,” he says.
Luc’s eyes blaze silver and eager pleasure fills me.
His long hand wraps around my throat, and he tilts my head, pressing his mouth to mine.
Goddamn, I love it when he kisses me.
There’s something to be said for having a man’s complete attention, and when Luc kisses me, I know I have his.
And it shifts something inside of me.
I moan, clinging to his wrist as he slides that deliciously pierced tongue in and out of my mouth.
He groans, moving over me, and I feel his hard cock at my entrance.
“You wet for me, Maria?” he asks, and I nod.
I am wet. Fucking soaked.
All he has to do is look at me and my pussy reacts. My entire body lights up like the fourth of July.
Maybe it’s desperate. But I don’t know how to play coquettish games.
I want Luc. And I want him to know I do.
“Wait,” I say, and he pauses immediately.
I love the way Luc bosses me around in bed, but I also love that he listens to me.
“What is it, Baby Girl?”
I peek up at him through my lashes and have to find some confidence before I say it.
“I-I want to try something. Can I?” I ask.
Luc’s lips twitch and he nods.
He cocks his head while I sit up.
Like he’s more curious than anything, as I tell him to lie back down.
“What are you doing, Baby Girl?” he asks, and his eyes are glittering, so I know he likes it.
“You’ll see,” I tell him, and I grin like the Cheshire cat.
I might be a novice to this, but now that I have Giselle and Anna to talk to, well, let’s just say there are things girls talk about when their men aren’t around.
Things about sexy times that are actually quite informative.
Luc’s chest rumbles as I slide over his long body, rubbing my skin against his, petting him with my hands, my hair, my tits as I move down until I am between his splayed legs.
I have zero inhibitions when it comes to this man.
But I am nervous about this. I want Luc to like it.
I look at him while I try to wrap as much of one hand as I can around the base of his thick staff.
His cock is fucking beautiful.
I know that sounds weird, but it is.
Long, thick, studded with titanium bars and balls, and that big, thick ring coming from the tip.
Combined with the tattoo winding around his hips, Luc looks like a bonafide sex god.
My very own Xerxes.
Warrior god.
But my Luc will have a better ending.
Hopefully, we both will. Very, very soon .
I moan as I drop plucking kisses along his lower abdomen, paying attention to that V that drives me crazy.
Luc stretches and runs his fingers over my head through my hair.
Encouraged, I continue.
When Luc eats me, he makes me feel like I'm delicious. Like I am better than chocolate or whiskey or both.
He makes me feel cherished, coveted. As if I am the only woman in the world.
I want to treat him to the same.
Not that I want to make him feel like a woman. I just want him to feel like the only man in the whole universe. Because to me, that is exactly what he is.
So, I slide lower. I run my fingers and lips across his skin, tracing tattoos and loving him with every inch of my soul.
My mouth is watering.
I moan as I lick him from his puckered hole to his heavy sack and further still until I swallow the pearl of precum at the tip of his cock.
I do it again, and again. I get bolder, I tongue fuck his ass, teasing him with the tip of my pinky while I move to his sack.
My man is very serious about hygiene. He is trimmed and cleaned, moisturized, and inked to fucking perfection. Like a mouthwatering dream.
I’m crazy for him. I want to do everything to make him feel good. Anything at all.
I push in a little bit.
“Fuck,” he hisses, arching his back.
I follow his lead. Doing only what he seems to like, and now, I am tracing his barbells and hoops with my tongue, tugging on them, and licking his shaft as I go.
Goddamn, he is so fucking sexy.
Luc talks to me. He tells me I’m his Good Girl, shows me what he likes.
And the thing is, I like it, too.
His thighs are wide, and I love the way his body feels surrounding me. His hands are on my head. He’s flexing his hips, and I take him as deep as I can.
I knew this would be hot, but I did not know it would turn me on so much.
My pussy is aching, begging for attention. I am fucking soaked.
But Luc he tastes so good. Fucking divine. And I can’t stop.
I lick him, lapping at his flesh again and again, jerking his shaft as I do.
I roll my tongue over his Jacob’s ladder. I suck on the piercing circling his tip.
I want to give him everything.
I do give him everything.
Using my body, I show him how much I love him.
I use my lips, my mouth, even my teeth as I fondle and stroke my man.
“Fuck, Baby Girl, I’m gonna cum,” he says, like it’s a warning.
But it’s what I want.
He’s up on his elbows, watching me, and fuck, I can’t wait for him to fill my mouth.
I close my lips over his head, jerking him with one hand while I continue to tease his asshole with my other.
Luc grabs my head, holds it while he flexes his hips and I gag as the ball on the tip of his cock ring hits the back of my throat.
I turn my head a little sideways, so he can go deeper. And he does.
I feel so empowered. Sexy, too, as my man fucks my throat. My pussy is dripping down my thighs.
He’s just so fucking hot.
Then Luc flexes hard, and he is roaring my name. Next, I’m swallowing him down. As much of it as I can.
Some spills down my chin, but still, I smile when I lift my head, swiping up the rest and sticking my finger in my mouth.
“Goddamn, Baby Girl. You look good with my cum dripping down your neck,” he growls.
“Let’s see how you look with it spilling out of your hot little cunt.”
“Yes, please,” I reply.
And I swap places with him, burying my fingers in his curly hair as he licks into my pussy with his long, snake-like tongue.
“I love you, Luc,” I cry out as my first orgasm washes over me.
“Hold on to the headboard,” he says, and I moan.
“Gonna fuck you till you see stars,” he promises.
I believe him.
Because my man delivers.
And he does. He makes me see stars.
This time, and the next time, too.