7. Lucia
Chapter 7
Lucia
I tap my pen against the legal pad, my mind wandering to Ronan’s tongue between my legs two nights ago. The memory of being tied up, completely at his mercy.
Heat floods my cheeks.
A knock at my door breaks my trance. My colleague Jade walks in carrying a massive bouquet of white roses and... an art supply case?
“These just arrived for you.” She places them on my desk with a knowing smile. “Secret admirer?”
“Something like that.”
“How do I get one of those?” she asks as she walks back to the door.
“By actually making yourself available,” I tell her. “You’re too focused on work. Or I should introduce you to Violet. She’s on a special website.” I wink.
“Oh! Intriguing. I’ll buy you a coffee at lunchtime and you can tell me more.”
“Deal.” I wait for her to leave before opening the small card nestled among the roses.
Follow your dreams. Life’s too short for regrets. - Rx
My heart skips. I run my fingers over the expensive leather case filled with professional grade supplies. The kind I could never justify buying myself.
Two days without contact and then this?
He continues to surprise me. I expected him to demand daily meetings, to exercise his “ownership” over these four weeks. Instead, he’s measured, controlled. Yet, it drives me crazy not knowing when I’ll see him next.
One week is over already. The thought should bring a sense of relief. Instead, it brings disappointment.
My computer chimes with a new email notification. I click over to see an alert from my student loan servicer. My eyes widen at the payment amount. He’s cleared twenty-five percent of my debt. And just like that, the weight lifts from my shoulders.
My phone buzzes on my desk.
R: Tonight at nine. Wear something comfy.
I bite my lip, already imagining what he has planned. Something about his simple command makes my skin tingle with need.
The car turns off the main road and into The Gables. My pulse quickens as I duck when we drive past my parents’ home.
I thought we’d only do this at Club X, never at his home.
Wrought-iron gates open and we travel up a curved driveway to a sprawling mansion. Light spills from the windows onto manicured lawns.
“We’re here, Miss,” his driver says, opening my door as the front door opens.
My breath catches.
Ronan stands there only wearing faded jeans that hang low on his hips. His chest is wide and has a small smattering of hair. My mouth goes dry at the sight of his athletic build, the defined muscles, the light dusting of dark hair trailing down to—
“Come.” He holds out his hand and guides me inside to a formal dining room.
A cathedral candle flickers off the crystal champagne flutes on a table set for two.
My gaze roams to the covered silver serving dish, steam rising from it.
“Did you cook?” The words slip out before I can stop them.
“I did.” His eyes crinkle at the corners. “Surprised?”
“Apart from my mother, no one’s ever cooked for me before.”
“I want to do lots of firsts for you.” His voice drops lower, sending shivers down my spine.
“Well, being bought is certainly a first,” I say, trying to lighten the moment.
“See it as a mutually agreeable situation, Lucia.” He pulls out my chair. “Sit. You’ll need your energy.”
***“I’m surprised how little we’ve touched each other since this started,” I say after dinner as I swirl the last of my champagne, feeling a little giddy not only from the alcohol but also from being under his gaze for the entire meal.
“That ends tonight.” He stands and steps closer, his thumb ghosting across my cheek with surprising gentleness.
I go to say something but stop when he stares at my lips.
Is he going to kiss me? My body screams yes while my mind wages war. We agreed not to kiss. No intimacy beyond sex. But god, I want his mouth on mine.
“I’m going to undress you,” he tells me. “Stand up.”
“Here?”
He smiles. “Here.”
The moment I stand, his finger pops the top button on my jeans, then another, and another. My heart beats faster with each one. Is tonight the night that he fucks me with that monster dick I know he has?
He walks me backward until my back touches a cold window. He stops and slides his fingertip over my shoulder, across my collarbone, down between my breasts.
My breath hitches when his eyes lock onto mine again.
And then he spins me around.
“I want to fuck you while you are staring at your childhood home.”
“Ronan.”
“And I want you to call me sir.”
“Sir—” I let the word linger on my tongue as he drags my jeans and panties off my legs. “Lift.”
I obey, raising my leg as he shimmies off my jeans. His hand slides up my bare legs, over my hips before he holds the hem of my top, lifting it high. I raise my arms.
My top flutters to the floor as he presses his bare chest against my back and rests his hands on my tits.
“I’ve dreamed about fucking you.” His tone is low and gravelly, his warm breath ghosts over the side of my neck.
My pussy clenches around nothing, and I know I want it, too. “Then please fuck me, sir.”
His hand roams down until it reaches between my thighs. His thumb grazes my clit. I clench around nothing, feeling empty and wanting him.
I push against his body, biting a moan into my lower lip.
“The first time wasn’t in Florida. It was when you were the maid of honor for your sister.”
My heart races.
I moan. So close to coming from Ronan stroking my clit and letting me know just how much he wants me.
“Can I tell you something?” My voice sounds needy and raspy. It even sounds foreign to me.
He slides his finger through my slick heat, teasing me apart. He slides it again and says, “Yes.”
And then he hooks his finger inside my pussy.
I gasp.
“Tell me, Lucia.” He adds another finger, pressing deeper inside of me. “You’re so wet and needy. Is that what you want to tell me?”
My pussy flutters around his fingers, and I breathe through the urge to come. Stopping myself. I want his enormous cock this time.
“I’ve dreamed of you, too. Of your body inside mine, on top of mine, holding me down, restraining me like you want to and making me come for you.”
“Fuck!” he grunts.
A loud moan slips out of my throat as I wonder if that is how he’ll sound when he comes inside me.
He squeezes my nipple with one hand while the fingers of the other slides out of me and circles my clit until my orgasm rushes to me like an avalanche storming down the alps.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me.”
“Sir,” I cry out, arching against him as my pussy convulses around nothing,
Tears sting my eyes as he presses his lips against my neck.
“Can you take more?” he asks.
I nod, but I’m still floating down the alps with the last of the snowdrift when he slides his foot between my feet, urging my legs wider and wider.
We’re still against the window that faces my parents’ home, but unless my father is looking through binoculars, he’s hardly going to spot me. Though, I suspect the thrill of being caught is high on Ronan’s agenda. I won’t ask about that kink.
“Hands on the glass,” he commands. “And don’t move them.”
I obey, pressing my palms on the cool glass. The motion causes my ass to stick out, but Ronan isn’t interested in my ass. His fingers are once again playing between my folds.
But when he teases me apart, I freeze. “Did you put a condom on?”
“I want you bare, Lucia. I’ve never wanted anyone bare before, but I don’t want anything between us.”
I swallow. I’ve seen his results. He is as clean as a whistle. And I’m on the pill.
Still, a few more seconds pass by as I stare out at his immaculate gardens and consider if it’s what I want.
“I really want to fuck you bare,” he says from behind me. “But if you’re not ready for that—”
“I am. You’re in charge. I trust you.”
He wraps one arm around my waist and breathes deeply against my neck. “Thank you.”
The stubble on his jaw brushes against my skin.
I gasp.
My pussy clenches as his hardness presses against my entrance. It’s only the tip, but it’s thick and my pussy gushes at the thought of him inside me. He glides an inch inside me and back out. I moan.
“You’re so tight.” His voice is strained as he presses his cock inside me again. And slowly back out. His movements quicken, and each time I take a little more of him.
My palms are flush against the window. My feet are arched to meet his height when he slams his body forward, thrusting his cock into me before he bottoms out.
“Oh—” I groan.
“You feel amazing.” He pulls out, and pushes back in, and soon his hips find a steady rhythm.
“You want me, Lucia?”
“So much.” My pussy clenches around his length as he pounds into me while I try to stay on my tiptoes.
His pounding turns rougher. Faster. Harder. And I’m there, meeting every one of his thrusts when his finger slides over my clit, circling.
I’m climbing back to the top of that mountain, ready to glide down the side with the snow.
His free hand releases my breast and slides upward until it covers my throat. It’s not uncomfortable as he presses and whispers, “You can come on my cock now, Lucia. Let me feel that pretty pussy milk me.”
Oh my God!
His cock thickens inside me, taking up the room that wasn’t there to take. And when it strokes over the spot inside me, I close my eyes and gasp.
“You feel amazing. My cock loves your pussy.”
I am so close.
My pussy convulses.
“Fuck! Yes!” His balls slap against my pussy as he thrusts harder. But then every sound we make is obscene.
His grip tightens on my throat as his teeth dig into the bottom of my neck.
“Oh my God!” I cry out. “I’m—”
“Luce—” Ronan makes a deep, guttural groan as his cock pulses, and his hot cum fills me as my pussy convulses around him.
His forehead rests against my upper spine, his breathing ragged behind me.
“Are you okay?” he asks after a few minutes…perhaps only seconds of us getting our thoughts together.
We’re still standing at the window, naked.
I glance over my shoulder and smile. “Better than ever. Are you?”
He sighs. “I don’t know.”
What the hell does that mean?
“Do you want me to go home now?”
He smiles against the bite mark that suddenly stings. “I’m taking you to bed.”
My legs wobble as Ronan slides out of me, his cum trickling down my inner thighs. Before I can move, he scoops me up in his arms, nestling me against his chest. And I’m inhaling his masculine scent–now mixed with sweat and sex–like it’s my lifeline.
My eyelids grow heavy as the steady thrum of his heartbeat lulls me.
His lips brush my cheek tenderly.
I lift my gaze to meet his, finding an intensity there that steals my breath.
Right now, he is so different from the commanding man who just fucked me against his window.
He strides up the sweeping staircase, down a long hallway to the double doors at the end.
The bedroom beyond is a massive but stark space.
Chrome. Charcoal. A touch of leather. Masculine.
“You need some artwork in here.”
He grins. “I’ll commission you to paint me some.”
My heart flips at the intensity in his gaze. “And thank you for the supplies.”
The mattress dips as he lays me on his bed.
He pulls the cool silk sheets over my heated skin before he disappears for a moment, returning with a warm, damp cloth.
My breath catches as he gently cleans my legs, his touch so reverent that tears sting my eyes. His eyes lock onto mine, dark and hungry, and his movements slow as he cleans between my thighs. It’s so slow it feels like time stands still until the washcloth drops to the floor.
“I want to kiss you so badly.” His voice is rough, perhaps a touch desperate.
I know this is the worst thing we could do. Yet, I chew on my lip, wanting it too. “I want to kiss you.”
He cups my face in his hands, his thumbs stroking my cheeks. And for a heartbeat, he just stares between my eyes and my lips, either memorizing every detail or deciding that this is, in fact, a stupid idea. Then his mouth claims mine.
The kiss is electric and when his tongue slides against mine, tasting, exploring inside my mouth, I push my hands into his hair, my fingers threading through the strands.
He groans into my mouth, deepening the kiss until my head is spinning and my heart is pounding so hard, I fear my breastbone will break.
His teeth graze my bottom lip before he sucks it into his mouth.
I whimper, pressing closer, wanting to crawl inside him as the kiss grows more desperate and demanding.
His hands tangle in my hair, holding me exactly where he wants me. Underneath him. Restrained. Unable to move.
I’m not complaining. But when the kiss ends as abruptly as it started, I moan.
His forehead rests against mine. We’re both panting, our breaths mingling as his dark gaze locks onto mine.
He lowers once more, kissing me quick and shifts onto his side, pulling me against his chest. My eyes are heavy when his breath tickles my ear and he whispers, “I don’t want to let you go.”
As a smile tugs at my lips, my fingers stroke over his wide chest. Say it . “Then keep me.”
But his response fades away as exhaustion claims me, dragging me under into peaceful darkness.