2. Chapter 2 #2
Lucian followed me into the unisex bathroom. His finger snaked into one of my spaghetti straps. My stilettos clicked against the tiles as we entered the dimly lit room. Lucian leaned against the door before locking it.
“So where are we doing this?” he asked, rushing to unbuckle his belt.
I looked around the room. There wasn’t much in the way of solid surfaces, and the floor was where I drew the line.
I held my shoulders high as I approached the sink and washed my hands to get any residual dessert off.
Just as I was about to suggest Lucian do the same, he came behind me and wrapped a hand around my waist.
I made eye contact with him in the mirror, relishing the way the dark material of his shirt directly contrasted with the bubblegum-colored silk clinging to my curves.
Lucian sunk his face into my neck, breathing me in as he kissed the area. Usually, Lucian was a good four inches taller than me, but my heels closed that gap, leaving me just a hair taller than him.
His hands roamed my body as his kisses inched up to the sensitive spot right behind my ear as his erection pressed against my ass, and that’s when an idea hit.
“Hike up my dress.” I breathed.
My pulse skyrocketed as heat spread through my body.
Lucian’s only response was a gravelly laugh as he did what I said.
His polished fingers walked down my side, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
Eventually, he found the hem of my dress and pushed it up.
The chill of the bathroom air caressed my bare skin but did little to quell the inferno pooling in my abdomen.
“What’s next?” His whisper warmed my ear.
His tone was even and patient as he tapped on my hip with his fingertip. He’d been a lot more obedient recently, and I had no idea why, but I liked it.
“What, don’t you know how to have sex?” I scoffed. “Take your pants off and fuck me.”
Lucian’s smirk was visible even in the barely lit bathroom. He pushed my thong down before letting it fall to my ankles.
“Don’t remove those.” He ordered. “It’ll make cleanup easier.”
“I don’t remember you having permission to tell me what to do.”
Lucian palmed my butt, taking his sweet time, creeping his touch forward. His fingers hit my clit in a sort of come here motion that felt so good it almost made my toes curl. I leaned down slightly, arching my back like a stretching cat.
“It’s easier to make you come if you let me boss you around.” He sounded almost disappointed.
Obviously, writing assignments had lost their effect on Lucian. That meant I had to resort to more extreme punishments, and I knew one he hated.
“Sweet boy, am I going to have to make you wear a collar again?”
“If you make me wear a collar again, I’ll fucking bite you.” He murmured as he struggled to undo his belt.
“If you bite me, I’m washing your mouth out with soap.” I warned, drawing a dirty look from Lucian.
After a moment, the silence was pierced by the clinking of metal on the floor. I spread my legs slightly to make room for his cock. But, he didn’t just give me what I wanted, nooo, that would have been too easy.
“Have I ever told you how much I love your body?” His voice was a warm purr in my ear, causing goosebumps to erupt on my skin.
He gripped my waist, the soft flesh yielding at his touch as he positioned his lean frame just behind mine. When it came to people saying they didn’t have a type, I thought they were lying. Everyone had a preference, but some people were more willing to stray from said preference .
Lucian was one of two people I’d met in this world who genuinely had no type, and the other one was our girlfriend–race, body type, gender, none of it mattered to either of them as long as their lover was clean and willing.
“You might have mentioned it before.” I said innocently as he continued to run his hands over the silk of my dress, savoring me like I was a work of art.
His fingers trailed across my shoulder, down my back, and around my waist before stopping when his hand met my lower stomach.
“I can’t help it.” He mused, finally pressing into me. My breathing stuttered, and I bit my lip to prevent myself from being too loud before he continued speaking. “I love the way you feel, so soft, so warm, so perfect .”
“Oh yeah?” I challenged, “What do you like most about me?”
Lucian rocked his hips, slowly giving me every inch of him before pulling back out, over and over and over again.
“Everything.” He growled before thrusting harder.
I bit back a moan as I gripped the countertop.
“The way you taste, the way you moan, the way you put me in my fucking place.” Deep breathing punctuated his words. “You drive me fucking crazy.”
“Then you better make me come.” I commanded, my gaze meeting his in the mirror.
His full lips twisted into a sardonic grin. “Yes ma’am.”
He pressed in on my lower stomach as he picked up the pace. Each thrust caused heat to ripple across my body, spreading with the intensity of a wildfire.
“There’s my good boy,” I said, fighting the urge to come at that moment. “Don’t stop.”
Lucian pulled his lip through his teeth as his rhythm became more intense. My body tingled with the impending rush of an orgasm, and just as I was about to surrender to the sensation, a knock came at the door.
My heart hammered against my ribs as my breathing stopped. Lucian’s thrusts slowed as he looked over his shoulder and at the door.
“Occupied!” he called.
A beat of silence filled the air before a muffled voice responded. “Hurry up! Some of us need to use the bathroom too! ”
Ooooh, now this was fun. I’d never actually gotten close to being caught, but just the idea of someone walking in on us caused a rush I couldn’t explain. Sure, I wasn’t willing to actually get caught, but the danger alone was almost enough to send me over the edge.
“Keep going,” I ordered. “I’m almost there. He can wait a few more minutes.”
Lucian smirked as a new type of fervor filled his movements. The knock seemed to intensify everything. Each thrust of Lucian’s hips sent waves of pleasure crashing over my body.
“Don’t stop.” I panted, “I’m so close. Please don’t stop.”
Mischief lit Lucian’s dark eyes as he used his free hand to make me stand a little straighter before bringing his lips to my ear.
“Let go for me.”
The warmth of his breath on my skin was all it took for me to come completely undone. I grasped and shook into my orgasm while Lucian held me in place. His thrusts were relentless, drawing out my orgasm until I was a shaking, weak-kneed mess.
I was so distracted by my orgasm that I didn’t realize Lucian had come as well until he pulled up my thong as his breathing steadied.
We took a few minutes to clean up and compose ourselves before heading out of the bathroom. I felt a dizzy kind of rush as he placed his hand on the small of my back, and we walked toward our table.
When we were seated, Lucian checked his phone, and his brows knit together.
“What is it? Your agent?” I teased, reaching over to finish the drink he’d been nursing.
“Uh, not quite.” Lucian pushed through a laugh. “Mason called me like fifteen times.”
I choked on the alcohol, pressing a hand to my chest. “Did she leave you any messages?”
Slowly, Lucian’s head shook. “We should go home. ”
But there was no way in heck I was letting that happen. Lucian and I had both been drinking, and while I didn’t think he was drunk per se, I didn’t like the idea of him behind the wheel.
“She has Cam and Seb. If something’s wrong, they can take care of it.”
At least, I hoped they could.