Chapter 21 #2
Inch by inch, he claims me, making me feel so full to the point where I almost need to tell him to stop. But just as I reach that point, he bottoms out. “And how do you want me to fuck you?”
His cock twitches inside me, and my eyes flutter shut.
I try to undulate my hips, but his grip keeps me still as he awaits my answer.
He tests my flexibility, pushing my legs into my chest as he bends to lay a kiss between my breasts.
Twisting my fingers into his hair, my eyes shoot open to lock with his as I try to fight him—to try and get the friction I so desperately need.
“Tell me how you want me, Lucy. Slow and deep? Shallow and rough? Do you want me to bring you to the edge of climax only to pull back when you’re ready to break?” His tongue traces patterns on my skin as he makes his way to my breast, pulling my nipple between his teeth.
“Fuck, Lawson. All of it! I want all of it! I need to feel you. I need you to move!”
Another round of deep, sinful laughter skims my skin.
And then he’s pulling out and slamming back in with such force it rocks me back on the bed.
Moans, gasps, and cries of ecstasy fly from my mouth as he alternates between spearing me deep and stroking my walls slowly, rotating his hips to deliciously caress against parts of me I didn’t even know existed.
Higher and higher, we soar, and the whole time, Lawson watches where he disappears inside me as if he’s so fascinated with the way we fit together he can’t bear to look away.
But when he finally lifts his eyes to mine, I can see it shining so clearly—his need for me, utter devotion and reverence, and a determination that’s so close to shattering.
“Fuck, I’m so close. I’ll pull out, don’t worry.” His words are thoughtful and considerate of my feelings, even though I made no resistance to him entering me bare.
“I don’t want you to.” My admission has his hips faltering, a low groan leaving his lips with a heavy sigh. “I want to feel you, Lawson. Every part of you. Please.”
Maybe it’s the please or the way I squeeze around his length when I beg for him to come inside me, but he falls over the edge, roaring his release.
I can feel it, burning hot and thick as he empties himself inside me. His thumb finds my clit, and after only two firm strokes, I’m shattering around him once more. “Lawson! ”
He continues to move his hips slowly, releasing my legs to cover me completely, rubbing his pelvis against my sensitive clit as he cradles my face in his hands and kisses me savagely. Tongues and teeth and our very souls intertwine so thoroughly that I feel like I’m having a religious experience.
Our breathing slows as our frantic kissing turns into a lazy caress of lips. When he slips from me, I can feel the warm wetness dripping between my thighs, and I remember what he said earlier.
‘…fill you so full of my cum, you’ll never forget who your daddy is because I’ll be dripping between your legs for the rest of your life.’
I’d say mission accomplished.
Lawson draws back, concern shining in his eyes, now bright again and full of uncertainty. “Are you okay?”
“I’m more than okay,” I tell him as he wipes sweaty hair off my forehead. “Are you okay?”
His genuine, beaming smile lights up his face, a positive sign that tells me this time things are going to be different between us. This time, he isn’t going to run.
“I don’t think anything can top the way I’m feeling right now,” he admits, thumb stroking a gentle pattern against my cheek. Tears line my eyes as a whirlwind of emotion crashes through my chest.
Alarm fills his eyes. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”
“No.” I shake my head frantically, laughing as the tears fall down my cheeks. “I’m just really happy. Even though I’m wondering when you’ll kick me out and tell me we can’t do this again.”
Lawson kisses me softly, relaying years’ worth of longing through such a simple touch. “I promise you, rainbow. I’m not going anywhere.”
This time, I truly believe him.
“Mmm, this is nice,” I sigh, cuddling further into Lawson’s embrace as we soak in a cloud of bubbles in the suite’s large soaker tub.
Husky laughter fills my ears as he sweeps a stray strand that’s escaped my messy bun off my shoulder before he kisses my temple. “Are you sure you’re feeling okay?”
Stretching like a lazy cat who's been napping all day, I make a sound of contentment and pull his arms tighter around me. “I’m more than okay. That was… indescribable. Amazing doesn’t even do it justice.”
A tickle, the tiniest nagging feeling, pulls at my stomach, and I turn my head to meet his gaze over my shoulder. “How do you feel?”
He presses a chaste kiss to my swollen lips.
“Like I should have said fuck it a lot sooner.” His fingers draw slothful patterns against my slippery skin, his cock remaining half-hard against my back, but he makes no move to use it, simply enjoying this time together.
“I’m going to spend every moment we’re alone making up for lost time and fulfilling your every fantasy. ”
“Hmm,” I muse. “Besides this right here, there’s only one other fantasy I’ve ever had, and I doubt you’ll want to fulfill that one.
” In any other circumstance, this would be an embarrassing conversation to have with someone who you just had sex with for the first time.
But at this point, I don’t think anything will make me feel uncomfortable when it comes to Lawson.
“And what’s that, rainbow?” His hand slides up to palm my breast in a comforting manner. He circles his thumb around my nipple until it forms a stiff peak, then runs his thumb over it again and again—and it’s remarkable how his touch remains soothing and sensual.
“Well… I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have sex with two guys at once.”
Lawson stiffens behind me, his thumb pausing in its ministrations. I laugh and squeeze his forearm. “See? I told you.”
After a moment, he relaxes, shifting us in the water so we’re lying down. He presses my cheek against his chest before running his hand lightly up and down my arm.
The sweet scent of coconut fills the air as the bubbles settle again, and then Lawson asks, “What is it about being with two guys that appeals to you?”
A gentle question. Curious and not at all judgmental.
My cheeks grow warm. “My roommate in college did it once. She forgot to lock the door, and I happened to walk in on it. And while I couldn’t look her in the eye for a whole week afterward, I also couldn’t help but think about what it would feel like to be that… full .”
His cock hardens completely, the steel strength of him poking against my belly. It would be so easy just to lift myself up and sink onto him. So easy. But his arms remain firm and unyielding, even as a slickness gathers between my legs.
“If that is something you really want to experience, I’d do it… for you.” His voice is strained, a clear indicator that he isn’t exactly fond of the idea, but he means what he says when he tells me he wants to fulfill my fantasies.
I tilt my head up to catch his eye. “Earlier, you said you aren’t the same man you once were. That I didn’t know what I was getting myself into. What did you mean?”
He groans, rubbing his brow with a bubble-covered hand. “We don’t need to talk about it right now.”
“I want to, though. I want to understand you, Lawson,” I tell him, propping myself up on his chest.
With a sigh, he relents. “Well, you know Charlotte and I were together since high school. She got pregnant with Rhys, and then we got married and had River. We didn’t really get to experience life as young adults because we were too busy being parents.
And I’m not saying you can’t learn what you like as a young adult, but you certainly don’t understand much about sex, or what it means to please someone, let alone what true pleasure feels like.
Honestly, the majority of people never get to experience that. ”
I think about my sex life thus far. No one has ever made me feel the way he does. And I wonder if that’s what he means.
“When I arrived in New York, I was a mess. I felt guilty for what happened between us. I couldn’t reconcile my feelings with my actions, and honestly, I felt like a fucking predator.
” His words make me wince, and he kisses my forehead before continuing.
“That’s when I met Cameron and Jules. They took me in and brought me to a place where I could freely explore myself and recover from the way I felt about us. ”
“What do you mean? What type of place?”
“Technically, I’m not supposed to say, but I’ll tell you. Just don’t mention it to anyone else.”
At my nod, he continues, “There’s a club in New York where you can explore sex.
Everything about it, everything you could ever dream up, you can do it there.
Everyone has to wear masks, and there are different levels you can…
subscribe to. It was like therapy and an awakening all at once,” he explains.
Jealousy prickles down my spine. “So, you frequented a sex club and figured out what you liked sexually… with lots of women?” I know I have no right to be jealous.
Lawson is an adult, and we weren’t together—I don’t even know if we are together—but I can’t stop the green monster from taking root in my chest.
“Does that bother you?” I can feel the heavy thump of his heart against his chest when I lay my head back down. It echoes in my ear while I come to terms with what he’s told me.
It’s not like I didn’t sleep with guys while I was away in college. We have pasts. And right now, we’re in the present. If we get our feelings hurt about things we did back then, there’s no healthy way to move forward.
“I guess not,” I sigh. “So, does that mean you had other girls call you Daddy?” The question sounds so stupid as it falls from my lips, and I hate how childish my voice sounds as it echoes throughout the bathroom.
Lawson chuckles, tilting my chin up so I have to look at him. “No, rainbow. That’s only ever been for your bratty mouth.”
Warmth floods my veins even though the water is beginning to get cold. “Well, I told you one of my fantasies. What’s one of yours?” I prop my chin on my hand as I stare at him.
He looks at me for a long while before he admits, “I want to film you.”
Film me?
My brows furrow, making him release a deep, rumbling laugh. “I know it sounds creepy, but I promise, there’s something about having a video to pull out and watch when you’re alone.”
He gently pushes me back and leans forward to pull the stopper from the drain.
“It sounds narcissistic, but I wouldn’t do it to watch me.
I’m sure there will be nights where we can’t be together, and I want to have something to remind me of the way your pussy swallows my cock when I don’t have the real thing. ”
His crude words send a fiery blaze through my bones. Dirty talk gets me hotter than anything else, but coming from Lawson? I might as well just be a permanent puddle of goo.
“I would be okay with that,” I admit shyly.
The idea of him filming me—filming us—is interesting.
I don’t exactly see the appeal, but as Lawson pulls me back against his chest, pointing to the giant mirrored wall across from us, I have a feeling I’m about to find out.
He pulls the removable showerhead from its stand and turns the water on, ensuring it’s a comfortable temperature.
“Your face when you came apart earlier is now permanently branded on my retinas.” He begins to move the nozzle over me, washing away the tropical-smelling bubbles.
“But having that immortalized on film? Having that memory any time you aren’t near?
” He moves the nozzle lower, inching toward that spot between my legs that’s now aching for him. “I’d give anything to have that, Lucy.”
“Ahh!” I cry out as he flips the spray to a steady, firm stream and sweeps it over my clit.
A hand cups my breast as he nips at my ear and whispers, “Watch the water.” He lowers the nozzle again until the stream spears open my pussy lips, and a foreign, warm feeling floods my insides. My head rolls back on his shoulder, and he chuckles. “Be a good girl and watch, rainbow.”
Wanting to please him, I do as he says. My breasts heave as he moves the water back to my clit.
“Look how swollen you are for me. Look how pink, perfect, and needy you are.” His tongue traces a line along the column of my neck as he presses the stream directly against my center before moving it away again.
He flicks the pressure button, and the water changes to a series of strong pulses.
“We are visuals, rainbow. Watching something creates an understanding that heightens the pleasure.”
My fingers are white from gripping the tub so tightly. “Lawson,” I whine as he presses the pulsing water to my clit and doesn’t move it. My lower belly cramps, the pressure winding tighter and tighter.
“Watch,” he commands when my head falls back again.
The pressure is too much, and I feel myself careening over that blissful precipice. “I can’t! I’m going to come!”
My eyes snap shut, but his hand flies to cradle my face.
“Open your eyes and watch yourself in the mirror as you come.” He wiggles the nozzle, forcing the pressure of the water to hit that desperate, needy part of me, and I watch myself come undone.
My mouth falls open, and Lawson’s eyes darken as he observes.
“Give it all to me. Be a good girl. Keep coming for me.”
Wave after wave of white-hot scorching pleasure burns through me. When he removes the nozzle, I am breathing heavily, and a creamy white trail leaks from between my legs. It’s a visual that does things to my body.
“See?” I can hear the smile in Lawson’s tone as his cock strains long and hard against my tailbone.
I slam the water off and turn, climbing onto his lap and seating myself on his proud length. All his mirthful amusement dissipates as his eyes roll to the back of his head, and his hands grip my hips. He stretches me, and I can’t help but feel a warm, fuzzy feeling that flows through my chest.
We fit together so perfectly like we were made specifically for each other.
In an impressive show of strength, he rises, effortlessly lifting me while still sheathed inside my tight, warm walls. Carefully, he steps out of the tub, and I smash my lips to his as he carries me back to the bedroom.
We tirelessly worship each other’s bodies throughout the night, and when the next day rolls around, Lawson misses the rest of the conference and the goodbye dinner—choosing me for the rest of his weekend meals instead.