Chapter 33
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
W hat the hell was she doing? Joel thought as Lucy wiggled, shimmied, and maneuvered until she was out from under him. Lucy seldom took control in the bedroom, so when she did, he let her do her thing, and apparently, she was on a mission, because she didn’t stop until Joel found himself sitting on the edge of the bed with Lucy standing between his splayed knees.
“You look like a woman with a plan, Mrs. Morgan.” The prefix had been a slip, and he watched her closely to gauge her reaction.
A sensual smile spread across her tantalizing lips, and he almost gripped himself to keep from coming.
“Call me that again. See what happens.”
Oh fuck, she was up to play that game? Fine, tonight he could take it.
“Mrs. Morgan.” He dipped his finger through her still soaking core, then brought it to his mouth to lick it clean. “Even tastes like mine.”
Lucy’s lips parted in a shocked gasp, and a fleeting sense of victory shot through him. But then she lowered herself to her knees until she was on the floor in front of him, glancing up at him through lowered lashes. “Choke me with it.”
Before he could respond, she opened her mouth around his straining cock, circling the tip of her tongue around the head, before taking him all the way into her mouth. She moaned before popping her mouth off again. “You taste like me.” She licked around his shaft once more. “I love it.”
“Why?” Suddenly, he needed the answer more than he needed her to finish, and that was saying something.
Lucy considered, as she teased his cock with shallow strokes of her tongue, as if she was licking her flavor off him. “It reminds me of how connected we are.” She stroked him gently. “And how safe I am with you.”
The tension he hadn’t even realized he was holding dissipated from his chest, and he wove his hands through her hair as she worked him down to the base of her throat.
Testing her, he pushed his hips forward. She made a gagging sound, so he reassured her by stroking his palm down her silky mass of waves. “Breath through it, Luciana,” he coached. “I remember how well you can take it.”
Lucy groaned, and the sound vibrated down his dick to his balls, every nerve ending electrified and fully engaged. Fucking amazing. When she swallowed, the suction hollowed out her cheeks, and put just the right pressure on his engorged length that he almost blew right there. “Oh fuck, honey, that feels so good. I’m not going to last long now. Relax your throat. Let me all the way in.”
Lucy inhaled loudly through her nose, and on the exhale, he felt her throat give a little, taking more of him in, and using the pressure of his palms on the top of her head, he set a rhythm in motion that had him barreling to release.
He didn’t even try to stop his grunts and moans. Instead, he used them to encourage her forward, pushing her to take more, praising her when she did. Until the pressure was so strong, he couldn’t hold back any more. “Luciana,” he gasped, his hips coming off the bed as he thrust into her mouth.
Fingernails dug into his thighs, and she made a choking sound, but he was too far gone.
“Ah, yes, that’s so good. It’s coming now, take it. All of it. That’s it, fuck that’s so good. You’re so good.”
Everything in his body contracted as he came down her throat, his cum escaping from the corners of her mouth as she looked up at him, tears streaking down her flushed cheeks. Fuck, she was looking at him like he was everything to her. Everything. When the opposite was true. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for this woman, no world he wouldn’t burn, no universe he wouldn’t travel to, no law he wouldn’t break. He’d give her anything, do anything. And she didn’t even know half the power she had.
When it was finished, Lucy brought her mouth off him with one last swallow, and Joel immediately dragged her into his arms, kissing her deeply, tasting himself on her this time. He held either side of her face as he devoured, offering more praise between kisses, his words less filthy, more adoring. When he’d had his fill of her mouth, he carried her to the shower, where he washed every inch of her, carefully using the soapy sponge to caress her body, taking her weight when she leaned into him, exhausted, spent. He took his time, wetting her hair, shampooing it, massaging her scalp until she moaned with pleasure.
“You’re good at that,” she murmured, as he rinsed the shampoo meticulously.
“I take care of the things that are valuable to me,” he replied, finding it safer to say that than to admit out loud what he was really feeling .
Shutting off the water, he sat her on the edge of the tub, drying her off from top to bottom. And when he was satisfied that he’d done a thorough job, he scooped her up once more and carried her to bed, tucking her between the sheets and crawling in behind her.
“Mmm,” Lucy murmured, drowsiness slurring her speech. “This is our second last night together.”
Joel tensed. “What do you mean?” He’d been making plans for forever and she was down to two nights?
“We have tonight. Then tomorrow is the engagement party, and I have to get back to work in San Francisco the next day.”
Not happening. They were not sleeping apart ever again. “I’m sure your father will give you more time off if you asked him, Lucy.” And if not, he’d buy the old bastard out and set Lucy’s hours himself.
She turned in his arms, snuggling into his chest as she watched him. “Joel, I want to go back to work. It’s what all this is for, remember? I love Barone & Sons. I want to be there.”
His heart went down like the Titanic. That’s what this had been for, Lucy taking her place at the head of her father’s company. It was what he’d agreed to, what he wanted for her. So why did it feel like a hole had just been blown through his heart?