Chapter 14 #2
He unzipped his jeans while his eyes roamed over my body, his smile fading from cocksure to feral.
Sliding his jeans off in one motion, he stepped out of them, then bent over to pick them up, grabbing his wallet out of the back pocket.
He pulled a condom out and dropped it to the floor, landing next to my hip.
Then his eyes met mine, burned into me. I licked my lips in anticipation and I could see his nostrils flare in arousal.
He pulled out another condom and dropped that one so it landed right on top of my panties.
Then he tossed the jeans over my chair and sank down to his knees, dressed only in black boxer briefs.
I put my feet on the back of his calves, rubbing against his strong legs, lifting my hips up to him.
He placed his hands back on my hips, thumbs spread wide over me, almost touching the condom that lay between them.
Breathing deeply, I was almost suffocated by the feeling of contentment—the rightness—of this moment.
“Lucas…I…” I couldn’t say more, though I certainly felt more.
But he knew, like he seemed to know every feeling I had, if only because he had them too.
“Me too,” he said quietly, though he was agreeing to something unspoken.
And that was enough for now.
I reached for the waistband of his briefs, pulling them down, freeing him. Wrapping my fingers around the hard girth of his erection, I began slowly stroking. He let out a hiss and I squeezed.
“Christ, Lily, you’re killing me,” he ground out between gritted teeth. His head was thrown back, his hair dangling down his neck, and I was amazed at the rush of emotion—the deep, deep emotion—that welled up inside of me.
Lust and hunger, yes, but I knew that was just the tip of the iceberg of what I felt for Lucas Kade.
I squeezed him again and ran my thumb over his head, feeling the moisture. I ran my nail, ever so lightly, along the underside of the head of his cock, wanting him to be at the fever pitch I was.
It worked. Another strong hiss, and a “fuck,” and he was on me. Kissing me senseless, his tongue darting into my mouth, sucking on mine. His hands fumbled for the condom that rested on my panties and, as he snatched it up, he ground the back of his hand into my mound.
“God,” I groaned. “Hurry.”
He had the condom on in no time, and I chose not to think about how practiced, how familiar, those movements seemed to him.
As if he couldn’t even wait to pull my panties off, he pushed the elastic to one side and ran a finger up my wet slit.
“Jesus, Lily. So wet for me.” His words, in a throaty voice hoarse with passion, made me even wetter, and he grunted in satisfaction.
Yanking my panties further to the side, he slid a finger into me and I jerked in response, my body clenching around him.
“So tight, so ready. You’re ready for me, aren’t you?”
I nodded, barely able to speak. I breathed out a “yes” with my sigh, as he added another finger and began stroking me. I brought my hands up to his ass, pulling his briefs further down so I could feel his skin. His glutes clenched as I molded my hands around them, urging him closer.
“Lucas, I need you inside me,” I said, pulling on his tight ass.
“I am inside you,” he teased, turning his fingers up in the most delicious way as he continued to stroke.
I dug my nails into his ass in response and he laughed, albeit a tight, strangled laugh.
“Not my sweet, quiet Lily after all, are you?” he teased as he bent his head and sucked on my breast again, his fingers stroking faster now. “Do it again,” he said, then returned to sucking on my nipple.
I squeezed his ass again, my nails digging deeper. He bit my nipple and I moaned his name, needing the frenzy to stop, certain I would die if it didn’t. Certain I would die if it did.
“There’s a little bit of dirty girl in you, isn’t there, Lily?
” He looked up then, his mouth away from my breast, his eyes looking deep into mine.
“I knew it when I first saw you. When you let Andy go under because you were looking at me. You’re sweet and nice, but there’s a streak of steel in you that nobody sees.
Hell, maybe you haven’t even seen it yet.
And the passion? The passion that you’re either afraid to unleash, or no one’s ever tried to free it before. ”
I felt like he saw through to my very soul, like he knew more about me than I even knew myself. And yet I sensed he was right. I had never been challenged, never had to define myself. And I had never—not even close—felt the kind of roaring passion in my body that I did now.
“No one’s ever freed it,” I answered him, even as I was figuring it out myself.
He smiled, like he was almost proud of me. Then the smile turned dangerous and he said, “I will. I’m going to free all of that rolling around inside you Lily. And it will be mine.”
I drenched his fingers that were still inside me, and with one more strategic curve and stroke of those magic digits, I burst apart, shuddering and clenching. I closed my eyes, enjoying the shattering lights that burst in my head.
“Open your eyes,” he commanded, and I quickly obeyed.
The spasms were still rolling through me, his fingers still playing.
I could see my breasts shaking with each jerk, and Lucas’s eyes feasted on the movement.
Sitting back on his heels, he pulled his fingers from me and wrapped both of his hands around the back of my thighs, pulling me high up onto his legs, my ass sitting on his thighs, my legs spread wide in front of his hard cock.
He still didn’t remove my panties, just slid them over, wet as they were, and guided his cock to me.
I could have told him I was on the pill and he didn’t need a condom.
But that would have started the discussion about pasts, and I didn’t want to have that, not yet.
I wanted to imagine there was no girl before me for Lucas.
Because, even though I wasn’t a virgin, and had had semi-regular sex with my boyfriend my senior year, it felt like Lucas was my first.
Besides, it was better to be extra safe, and so I was happy to have Lucas wear the condom.
He slid deep inside me, filling me up much more than his fingers had, fitting me to him.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he whispered, holding still, taking in the sense of our oneness. I tightened around him, wanting him deeper, wanting him to seep into my bones, into my soul.
“Lily,” he whispered, as if he knew what I felt, how close I needed him to be. He began to move slowly, the glide of him inside me luxurious and decadent.
He smelled like soap and laundry detergent, fresh and clean, no cologne, nothing to get in the way of…him. And arousal. I could smell the arousal on him as surely as he did mine. His skin was glistening in the sun with a fine sheen of sweat from holding back.
“Let go,” I said, and he knew what I meant.
His hips bore down into me. At the angle he had me, I couldn’t reach him unless I sat up, and I was loving the feel of him over me, so I just spread my arms out over my head on the floor.
The carpet was soft and dense beneath my back, and I dug my fingers into the plush fiber as Lucas began pounding into me.
He sat up a bit, getting better leverage with his knees, and now my breasts were bouncing madly with each drive that he made.
“Hold them,” he grunted, and I didn’t have to ask what he meant. I grasped my tits, wishing they were Lucas’s hands. But his hands were busy gripping my hips as he plunged deeper and deeper into me.
I played with my nipples as he had, and it felt good, but not as good as his mouth had. “Pinch them,” he said. I did, and I moaned as he hit a lovely spot deep inside me. “Yes, keep doing that. Keep clenching your pussy too. Bear down on me, Lily.”
I did, summoning all my inner strength as he began pumping in a staccato rhythm that played like a beat in my head.
One of his hands slid from my hip under the panties to join his pistoning cock. He thumbed my clit, sliding and circling.
“Come again, Lily. Come again for me while I’m deep inside you.” His thumb rubbed around, wiggling, and I exploded, clenching and shaking around him.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he growled, his words barely decipherable between the roaring in my head, and his throaty voice.
He tensed, and pumped again, releasing into me.
Shoulders tensed, those amazing biceps flexed, he continued to stroke.
The thumb eased from my clit, slid up my panties, leaving a trail of wetness on the satin.
His hands eased on my hips, clasping me gently as he pushed a few last strokes inside me.
My breathing started to return to normal, making me notice just how erratic it had become.
My hands released my breasts, dropping to the floor at my sides. Spent, depleted, and oh so satisfied.
Lucas pulled out of me, and lay down next to me on his side, his hand on my tummy, just below my still-heaving breasts. He propped himself up on an elbow, looking down at me, running his hand all over me, sending shots of electricity all though my already electrified body.
I ran a leg up one of his shins and he startled a bit when I hit his knee. We both looked down and saw the beginning redness of what would most likely be a rug burn on his knees.
“I’ll probably have one on my back,” I joked, and we both smiled.
He leaned down and softly kissed me. A few more sweet kisses, then one long, deep one. When he raised his head, he said, “Then we’ll have to move it to the bed for round two.”
Still a pile of Jell-O from round one, I couldn’t wait.