Chapter 26 #2
Lukas sucked in a sharp breath and broke the kiss, pressing our foreheads together. It was somehow hotter that he was clothed—that he hadn’t thought twice about catering to my whims…my desires. I pressed my legs together as a pulsing need bloomed between them as I kneaded my palm against him.
“Aimee,” he rasped, his voice low and rough.
He pressed into me harder, and I shivered at the feel of the cold tile on my back. His hands moved around the back of my head, fingers tangling in the hairs at my nape. He tugged slightly and I gasped at the sting that flared the pulsing between my thighs.
I watched as he squeezed his eyes tighter as I rubbed harder and watched as they opened wide when I undid the button on his jeans.
“What are you doing, beautiful girl?” He breathed.
“I want to touch you,” I whispered, pulling down the zipper.
His cock jumped as I brushed it, only wet cotton blocking it from me now.
Wet denim was a bitch to deal with, and his jeans stuck around his mid thighs.
I didn’t have a lot of experience in this department, but I knew that Lukas was above average by the look of the bulge in his boxers—they were black and fitted and I was glad that water was pouring over us, because I might have drooled.
I ran a finger down the length, and his hand moved to my wrist stopping me.
I looked up at him, seeing how much he wants this.
“You don’t have to,” he said.
I just stared at him as I lowered to my knees. I had no idea what I was doing, but I’d read enough of Eloise’s spicy romance novels, I was sure I’d be able to manage. This was something I’d never done with Asher, had never really had a desire to do…but with Lukas…
I was finding that I wanted to try all sorts of things—that I wanted to touch and feel and taste every part of him. It scared me—the intensity of the feelings I felt after such a short period of time, but I wasn’t ready to cave to the fear yet. I relished in the way he made me feel—makes me feel.
I pulled down the waistband, and he sprung free. I heard his sharp intake of breath when I lightly ran my fingers over him. I used my hand to pump his length, before looking up at him meeting his gaze. I held it as I leaned forward and ran the flat of my tongue up the underside of his length.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he breathed out, his body jerking.
I grinned to myself and pulled my eyes away, focusing on figuring out what made him feel good.
I did that and swirled my tongue around the tip, and used my hand to fist and pump him a bit before I attempted to take him any deeper.
One of his hands was braced on the back of my head, the other against the wall.
The one in my hair was gripping tight and the stinging burned in my eyes, but I didn’t complain.
The throbbing between my legs was nearly unbearable, but I did my best to ignore it.
I took a deep breath and relaxed—that was key—staying relaxed. At least that seemed to be the key in all the books I’d read. I pressed the tip of him to my lips, and then into my mouth…further and further and I heard his curse.
His hips jerked.
I gagged, pulling back and coughing.
“Shit, sorry. I wasn’t…I didn’t mean to—”
I cut him off and tried again, and this time when he didn’t jerk, I managed to stay relaxed enough to fit most of him into my mouth. I sucked and Lukas groaned, so I did it again, and used my hand to squeeze and pump his base.
I moved my head back and forth, sucking, licking.
I learned that I liked doing this and feeling powerful because I could feel how affected Lukas was.
It was in the trembling of his whole body, of the breathy way he said my name and cursed.
I might be on my knees for him, but he was subject to my every whim and desire and I found I quite liked that.
I sucked hard again, after taking him as far in as I could and I brought my other hand up to squeeze his balls and Lukas jerked—hard.
Tears slid down my cheeks as his control slipped, and he fucked my mouth.
I braced my hands on his thighs and found that I didn’t hate this either.
And then he was out of my mouth with an audible pop, and I gasped in air.
Lukas groaned and warmth hit my chest.
I looked up at him, and he was braced with his forehead pressed against the tile staring down at me.
“You wicked girl,” he said, before pulling me to my feet and switching our places.
He put one hand on my lower abdomen and pressed me back against the tile, while using the other one to hook my left leg over his shoulder. He wasted no time, and then his mouth was on me and I moaned—loudly.
The tile was cold against my back—a contrasting feeling to Lukas’ hot hands and equally hot mouth. I trembled and gasped as he licked up me and sucked on my clit.
“Oh God,” I breathed, my hands gripping his hair.
He groaned against me.
I shuddered, my chin dropping forward to my chest. I was so, so close.
I could feel myself teetering on the edge, just ready to tip over.
My release was building, my core tightening.
My breaths were coming in quick pants, my legs were trembling.
I watched him. It’s as if he felt my eyes on him, so he looked up at me as he sucked hard.
At the same time, he pressed two fingers inside me and curled.
The noise that fell from my lips as I came was unholy. Lukas continued to work me through it and no sooner did one end, did I feel another orgasm building. He was the only thing holding me up. The second time I came, my vision went white, and I couldn’t breathe.
I felt him move, his arms wrapped around me, holding me up, because my legs were utterly useless. I gripped his arms and Lukas pressed a kiss into my hair. His clothes were soaked and cold, but I had never felt so comfortable.
“How are you feeling?” He asked, his voice soft.
I mumbled something—I think. My brain was still too blissed out to function. Tremors still shuddered through my body as my clit fluttered and my pussy clenched. We hadn’t even had sex yet, and already I’d experienced and felt more than I ever had with Asher.
Lukas chuckled and reached around me to turn off the water and then I was wrapped in a towel.
I watched as he stripped out of his wet clothes and wrapped a towel around himself and then scooped me up and carried me to my bed.
Eloise was going to kill me for being late—but what he had done—it was totally worth it.
Hell, what I had just done had been totally worth it, and if he wanted to start my every single day like that…I could probably get on board.
“You know, I had plans to take you out sledding today,” he said.
I flopped back on the bed and smiled lazily at him. My hair was cold on my back and I knew it was getting the blankets and covers all wet, but I didn’t care. I stared at him. Bare chested and dripping water.
It was the first time I was seeing him like this—shirtless.
His body was incredibly nice to look at.
There were defined muscles and hard planes.
The white towel hung low on his hips, teasing and taunting.
His dark hair was slicked back, only pieces hanging over his forehead, getting into his eyes.
His eyes were half lidded and staring down at me.
“You, right now, looking at me like that—it's making it really hard to be a gentleman, Aimee,” he said, a warning in his voice.
And I felt like channeling one of the main characters in all those spicy romance novels.
So, I bit my lip and as I spread my legs open wide, I let one hand travel down my body to the end of the towel and I started to pull it up.
Lukas watched me with hunger in his gaze and had just taken a step towards me when the hotel door burst open.
I shrieked and Lukas flung himself on the ground, hiding half his body behind the side of the bed.
I clutched my towel tighter and came face to face with Eloise, Annalise and Orion—the latter looking a smidge murderous.
With the mood ruined and Orion shooting unending death glares at Lukas—who had to walk of shame back to his room to change—I ushered everyone out of my room, so I could get dressed.
My profusely apologizing best friend might end up with a pillow over her face tonight.
I grabbed my layers and started pulling them on.
Lukas had said sledding, and if we weren’t going to spend the day in my bed, then we may as well spend it outside.
I paused as I fiddled with my shirt before shoving my arms down the sleeves.
My face flushed at the thought of what had happened this morning.
Asher and I had been mild in our experimentation.
I had never felt the desire to…with Asher, and because I didn’t, I never asked him to either.
But the way Lukas had felt in my mouth…the heavy thickness of him.
Watching him fight for control as I gripped and squeezed—trying to figure out what he liked…
what elicited quick gasps and groans. I’d been startled the first time he’d hit the back of my throat, but then I sort of reveled in the roughness of it.
I swallowed hard and yanked my shirt over my head. As I pulled it down over my torso I thought about the feeling of his mouth between my legs lapping and licking and sucking— heat pulled low in my stomach and that delicious throbbing was back between my legs.
If Lukas wanted to, I would let him eat me out whenever and wherever he wanted. I pulled my leggings on and thick wool socks over them. I grabbed my sweatshirt and slipped that on before my boots and grabbed my jacket and other items before heading out of my door.
Breakfast was a bit awkward, but I ignored Orion who kept glaring at me and then grunting when Annalise elbowed him in the ribs. The rest of the day I spent with Lukas, and his promise of sledding still stood.
He had this endearing…maybe annoying habit of pulling my beanie down over my eyes. It’s annoying that I had to take the thing off to fix my hair, so it wasn’t in my face. It’s endearing because he always followed it with a kiss on my nose.
I huffed as I pulled the green knit off my head and pushed my hair out of my face. He grinned at me.
“I’m going to shove you face first down the hill.”
“Well, we are here to go sledding, so…”
His smile was wide and bright and I wondered if anything bothered him.
Sometimes he felt too good to be true and I wasn’t sure how to act.
I wasn’t sure if I should fall all in, or hold some part of myself back.
That didn’t feel fair to either of us and whatever this was building and blooming between us.
But I was starting to get the feeling that if something were to happen, I wouldn’t recover from it.
“Plastic sled or toboggan?” A young guy asked.
He grinned at me and the smile dropped as Lukas threw his arm around my shoulder. I discreetly pinched his thigh at the show of possessiveness.
“Either, as long as we can ride down in tandem,” he said.
The guy handed Lukas the rope to a wooden sled, and I let him drag the both of us to the top of the hill.
“You know, caveman doesn’t suit you,” I said, while sitting down near the front.
“Sweetheart, you haven’t seen caveman. When you do, I think you’ll feel much differently.”
He sat down behind me and then pulled me close so that my hips nestled between his denim clad thighs and my back was pressed against his front. His legs caged mine on either side, and his arms came around me, holding the rope so we’d be able to steer this thing.
Sledding was one of those things I did as a kid, but for as much as the ride down was fun, the hike back up was only worth about one or two runs. Then it was just tedious and exhausting.
I felt his lips next to my ear. “When I go caveman, you’ll be on your hands and knees, and I will be pounding into you so deep and hard from behind you’ll still feel me the next day.”
I sucked in a sharp breath and squeezed my thighs together trying to quell the pulse that had just kicked into high drive between my legs.
“I’ll have one hand fisted in your hair, and my other will alternate between your throat and your clit. And you won’t stop coming until I say you can.”
“Holy shit,” I said, in a breath of air that whooshed from my lungs.
He chuckled, and I could feel him pressed against my ass.
He pressed a kiss to my temple, and used his heels and momentum to send us over the edge and down the hill.
He whooped and I laughed. The wind threatened to steal my cap, so I reached up to hold onto it.
One of his arms banded around my middle as the cold air stung our cheeks.
We came to a crashing, tumbling halt as Lukas jerked the rope too hard causing the steering mechanism to jolt.
I laid in the snow laughing, clutching my hat.
I used it to wipe the tears off my face.
Lukas made a noise that sounded like a mix between a groan and a laugh and I lost it again.
I rolled over to see him only a foot or two away, sprawled on his back.
“I thought you said you knew how to steer these things,” I said, laughing.
Snow flurries started to fall from the sky. Sticking my tongue out, I tried catching one.
Lukas sat up, and I turned my head to look at him. He was covered in snow. His nose and cheeks were tinged pink. His eyes were bright with mirth and my breath caught in my chest.
He crawled over, his hands in the snow on either side of my head, hovering his body over mine.
“What are you thinking, pretty girl?” he asked.
So many things. I searched his gaze, not entirely sure what I was looking for, but knowing on some inexplicable level that this man right here…I swallowed hard, and leaned up to kiss him.
I felt him smile against my lips before pressing me down and kissing me back.
“What was that for?” he asked, his forehead pressed against mine.
“For everything. For making the voices in my head go quiet, and for just being you.” I whispered.
A soft smile crinkled the corners of his eyes, and he pressed his lips against mine again.
“As long as you’ll have me, I always want to be that for you,” he said.
After another quick kiss, he stood up, hauling me to my feet. I laughed at the suddenness of it, and Lukas took my hat and pulled it back on my head.
“Come on, we have to go do that again.”
I grabbed his free hand as he tugged the sled behind us on our trek to the small lift that would carry us back to the top.
“Are you going to wipe us out again?” I teased.
He turned his head and grinned at me. “Anything to get you on your back again.”
I laughed, loudly. The rest of the day passed in a blur of snow, wind and stolen kisses and I hoped that forever felt like this—that if we got a forever, it was forever this magical, this fun—this vibrant.