22. lucas
TWENTY-TWO
lucas
This was fucking madness.
The warped thinking that had me opening my apartment door above the shop and letting Charlee inside, thinking I wasn’t getting emotionally involved because we “weren’t having sex,” made as much sense as me getting discharged from the fucking Army I poured my heart and soul into for ten years. Not to mention the fact that this entire ‘fake dating’ situation was for her father’s benefit, yet I couldn’t bring myself to bring up the fact that we needed to actually be seen by him together for it to work.
It was like making a deal with the devil, but the devil was your own demon, long buried, coming back to rear its unwanted head in your life. The Charlee I had built up in my head, the one I didn’t lust after or care about because of how she ditched me, was fading quicker than my first platoon sergeant’s patience with me.
“It’s a bit. . . sparse.”
I closed the door, tossed my keys onto the kitchen counter, and didn’t mince words. “In about three seconds you’re not gonna give a shit how sparse it is, Charlee. I have the one thing that matters. A bed. Time to make good on the promise I made at dinner.”
I could almost see her pussy clench from here. Charlee’s entire body sagged, as if melting to the ground, and I took full advantage. Time to show my girl who was in charge.
Reaching her in two seconds flat, I tossed her purse off her shoulder, grabbed her, and lifted Charlee onto my waist. Her legs wrapped around me as my lips slammed onto hers. With both hands on her ass, I drew her in more deeply. My tongue demanded more as our kiss spiraled out of control.
I wasn’t gentle as I laid Charlee on the bed. If this were another woman, I’d not have unleashed the beast inside me so soon. If ever. But I knew Charlee better than most. Knew, instinctively, she’d feel safe with me. And more importantly, I knew she’d like it.
“Oh my God,” she said as I unzipped one of her boots and tossed it on the ground.
Since I hadn’t bothered to turn on any lights, only the faint ones from the street coming in from my bedroom window illuminated the sexy fucking woman in my bed. But it was enough.
“Like I said.” I unzipped the second boot and pulled both her socks off. Her dark toenail polish matched her nails. “I’m going to bury my face so far up your pussy.” I leaned over onto the bed to unbutton and unzip her jeans. “And not stop even when I can taste you coming.”
Charlee’s fingers gripped my comforter.
I’d both dreamed of and dreaded this very sight. Her in my bed like this.
“Fuck,” I muttered, looking at her. “You are one sexy fucking girl. Do you know that?”
“Lucas,” she whispered.
I yanked her jeans down. “You’re lucky these aren’t regular pants, or I would have torn them off,” I said, helping Charlee relieve herself of them. Groaning as those, too, were tossed to the floor, I got a look at her black lace thong. “You have incredible legs,” I said, moving on the bed and positioning myself between them. “But they are much too close together.”
The only reason I shimmied her hot lace thong off her body was because I didn’t want to scare her by tearing it off.
With my teeth.
Next time maybe.
“Nice,” I said. “Fan of Brazilian wax, huh?”
I not so gently opened her legs wide. Charlee let go of the comforter just long enough to put one of my pillows under her head. Getting into position, my hands on both of Charlee’s thighs, I licked her from bottom to top, loving how Charlee’s ass came off the bed. Or tried to at least. I kept her pinned with my hands on her thighs. But I could only lick so much of her this way, so I lifted my head and said, “Charlee? I’m gonna take my hands away from your thighs, but I don’t want you to move. Do you understand? If you do, I’ll stop.”
It was a tease. A promise.
A dare.
“I understand.”
The taste of her on my lips was something I needed more of immediately.
Sliding my hands across her inner thighs, I finally reached my goal. Spreading her pussy lips wide, I groaned, and then went to town. With a huge fucking swipe of my tongue, Charlee’s hips immediately bucked upward.
I stopped. As promised.
The sound Charlee made would be ingrained in my memory for the foreseeable future.
When she became still once again, I continued to make good on my promise. This time, though, as my tongue pressed inside her, I used my thumb to rub her clit.
Another hip thrust.
So, I stopped. Again.
“Jesus Christ, Lucas. I can’t take that.”
“Mmmmm,” I murmured, raising my head. “You sure, baby? The alternative is to have me stop completely. But, your call.”
If she could have slapped me across the face in that second, no doubt she’d have done it. Would love to see her try.
“I’ll be still.”
Immediately, I began again. To lick. To suckle. To tease and torment, the moans coming from Charlee urging me on. Her legs started to shake. Charlee’s effort not to move must have been Herculean. Her hands had moved to my head, her grip on my hair evidence that she was more than a little affected by my efforts.
Time to bring it home.
I raised my head once again.
“You are going to come for me,” I said. Not asking but demanding. “Do you hear me, Charlee?”
She nodded. “I hear you.”
“You can move now, as long as you call my name. And I need you to come for me, baby. Fucking come for me.”
And then I made sure she did. My tongue swept from the top of her ass cheeks up to Charlee’s clit and then into her pussy. My tongue was so deep inside her now. My reward? She circled and thrusted her hips, yelling “Lucas” over and over. I was hard as a fucking rock, but first. . .
Using my tongue and my thumb, I turned up the heat even more. Charlee didn’t stand a chance. She alternately panted and continued to call my name. She was coming. I could hear it in the sounds she made but, more importantly, I could feel it and taste it too.
I should have told her my plan was to lick her dry. Charlee would have liked hearing that. Instead, I just did it. And by the time I was done? Her body had gone completely limp.
I continued watching her. Kneeling up.
We locked eyes.
For a second, I thought about backing out of my own promise. Fucking the shit out of this woman right here, right now.
But I couldn’t.
This wasn’t just any woman. It was Charlee Donovan in my bed, and the simple fact was. I desired her, wanted her, probably still loved her.
But I did not trust her.