Chapter 6
LILLIAN
Lucas strips off his shirt, and I see a cascade of scars down the right side of his body that go from his shoulder downwards.
There’s an elaborate tattoo of roses and vines that seem to start from where the scars end on the front of his chest and wrap over his shoulder and down his left arm to his elbow.
I want to ask him about both, but as I scan my eyes downwards towards the waistband of his sweatpants, I push those questions to the side.
His sweatpants are not hiding his large bulge at all.
Before I let him, or myself, second-guess anything, my hands slide under his waistband.
I grip his hardened cock and start to stroke up and down.
Lucas lets his head fall forward, our foreheads almost touching.
He lets out a moan, and it makes me move faster.
He rocks his hips into my hands. It’s difficult with him still clothed, but I don’t think either of us wants to let go of the other.
With one hand, I gently squeeze one of his balls, then the other.
I work my hands up and down his length. I speed up, then slow down, sometimes twisting ever so slightly with my grip.
His eyes darken, the vibrant blue and green swirls staring at me are ravenous.
When I think he’s on the verge of coming, I let go.
Lucas claims my mouth, it’s rough and fast. I cling to him, unable to let go. He bites my lower lip, and I whimper involuntarily. My nipples are hard, and the friction from rubbing against the flannel is only adding to the flame in my abdomen.
I want more of Lucas. I start to undo the buttons on my flannel top as he pulls away. Panic ensues as he leaves the bed.
Did I go too far?
The moonlight streaming in from the windows makes his scars almost glimmer, like a little dazzling sparkle across his body. He slides his sweatpants off. Holding his gaze, I continue to unbutton my shirt. Both of us are left in just our underwear. Our gaze never falters.
Which one will make the next move?
We both remove the last bit of clothing.
Both of us are completely nude now. I lick my lips as he comes back to the bed.
He gently presses his lips to mine. Then he kisses my jawline, my neck, moving further down.
Instinctively I’m covering my c-section scar with one hand.
But for some reason, the anxious thoughts about being seen, about being on display, are melting away as Lucas continues to kiss every bit of me.
I find myself leaving my scar uncovered, instead reaching for Lucas.
He continues his trail of soft kisses down, lightly grazing my stomach, my hip, then my thigh.
My fingers are fisting his hair as he kisses my inner thigh.
Then, as he stares into my eyes, he licks my entrance.
It’s hot in more ways than just temperature.
He swirls his tongue over my clit and I moan.
My hips tilt up to press myself firmly against his mouth.
He grips one of my thighs. The array of pleasure from the soft strokes of his tongue and the slight pain from his firm grip have my mind drunk on passion. I want all of Lucas.
Is this what it’s like to be loved?
No, this is just two lonely people finding solace amongst the holiday season. That’s all it is, nothing more. But, maybe, this could be something.
My thoughts trail off as Lucas inserts one finger inside of my entrance. The passion is intoxicating. I grip his head so I can look into his eyes when I speak.
“Lucas,” I gasp “do you have condoms?” I don’t want to stop, but I want his cock inside of me.
He chuckles, and it tickles my thighs. I am drenched. I rub my thighs together as he stands. He roots around the bathroom. The soft glow from the bathroom light highlights his perfect ass, and shows off his scars a little clearer.
I wonder how he got his? The line across my abdomen is from my c-section.
Something routine and common. Even though I’ve done my best not to let it bother me, it’s still something I tend to cover up.
High-waisted everything for years. I’ve felt better about it the last few years, but I also haven’t been naked in front of anyone.
Even without knowing he had his own scars, I wasn’t as nervous about showing mine.
“Please don’t laugh,” Lucas’s rich baritone voice stirs me from my runaway thoughts.
“By saying that, you know I’m going to laugh,” I prop myself up a little bit more.
He joins me on the bed. Lucas hands me several condoms. Each one has a different Christmas character on the wrapping – a snowman, a reindeer, a penguin, and even Santa Claus.
I burst out laughing. “I wouldn’t expect you to have these. ”
He groans and replies, “It’s not like I was planning to sleep with anyone while visiting family. These were a gag gift from my brother. But they’re all I have.” Lucas lies on his back and drapes one arm across his eyes. “I’m sorry, Lil.”
The nickname makes my heart tighten. It feels natural, like so much else has with Lucas.
Are we really that close? So soon?
I pick the snowman one, set the other ones on the nightstand, and open it. I straddle Lucas, and he moves his arm.
“Is this okay?” I question him, condom in one hand and the other pressed on his chest for balance.
“Better. This is great,” he grasps my hips.
I slide the condom on his dick and then kiss him deeply.
Then I raise myself slightly to take him.
It takes a moment to adjust to his size, but he moves his hips slightly, and then he’s completely inside of me.
I move my hips, gyrating and changing pace.
Trying to coax an orgasm from both of us.
Lucas runs his tongue over one of my nipples and then lightly bites it.
I grip his shoulders. It’s becoming harder to stay in control.
He switches breasts and gently kneads the other one with his empty hand.
I feel the arousal building. My muscles tighten with each action. Each kiss, lick, and nibble.
It’s like he’s able to hit every pleasure center in my body.
I lean my body back, arching my back, my naked body on full display.
I press my palm against Lucas’s taint, and a low moan, almost like a growl, escapes him.
Like a crescendo building, with each movement, I am inching closer and closer to the edge.
Lucas grips me and flips me, thrusting his hips at a quickened pace.
“Oh god,” I groan, my nails dig into his back.
I hold him as tight as I can. I bite his shoulder as it hits me. The pleasure is so intense I can’t let go. My toes curl, and my core clenches. Lucas moans as his movement slows. Our breaths are labored as he gently rocks his hips.
I love this.
The moment, or the person?
Lucas kisses my forehead and slowly pulls out.
He tosses the condom in the trash and asks if I’d like a glass of water.
I decline the offer. My limbs feel like jelly.
I don’t know if I could go again. I really want to though.
I watch Lucas’s naked body as he turns the bathroom light off and comes back to the bed. He tucks us both under the covers.
My pulse quickens as my head tries to wrap itself around the words echoing inside my mind.
Do I love Lucas?
No, too soon. Way too soon Lillian.
Those words keep repeating over and over again. Love, like, timing, a never-ending echo.
Lucas pulls me into his warm embrace. He murmurs words of affection and our breathing slows. Somehow, we both drift asleep.