Chapter 22 #5
I break the kiss, twisting my neck to search for others who might see us. We can’t be here. I’ll be too loud.
I wouldn’t put it past Noah and Farrow to be watching from where they stand guard in the woods. If they’re not killing each other, that is.
And not to mention my brothers and their kids somewhere…
Lucas guides my mouth back to his.
“We should go somewhere else,” I whisper between kisses.
But he trails his lips down my body, kneeling and sinking his mouth into my stomach through my dress. He tugs my panties down my legs.
Oh. God.
Lifting his gaze to mine, he lifts my hem, my eyes widening as he covers me with his mouth.
His hot tongue presses against my clit, and he starts sucking, shock racking through me. Gripping the car behind me, I let my head fall back and my eyes close, cool air caressing my upper body.
My worry is forgotten, everything under my skin coming alive as heat builds low in my belly.
“Don’t stop,” I beg.
He sucks slow but hard, swirling his tongue around my nub, and my smile almost turns into tears because it feels so good.
He lifts my leg and hangs it over his shoulder, sinking his fingers into my flesh, and I don’t watch him.
I don’t open my eyes. I’m just in it. Only feeling it and him and loving being kissed this way. For the first time.
Rolling my hips, I grab the back of his neck and fuck his mouth as he alternates between sucking and licking, nibbling my clit and kissing it. He kisses everything. My thighs, my heat, and then, in one quick movement, he’s inside me with his tongue.
I cry out. “Oh, God.”
Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop…
I hold him to me, grinding into his mouth. Pleasure grows, heat cascading over my skin, and I rock into him, chasing the orgasm.
“Fuck,” I whimper, “Lick me, please.”
He swirls circles with his tongue over me, shudders racking through me as I watch him.
“Lucas,” I pant. “Lucas.”
I suck in air, the orgasm splitting me open, lightning shooting through my thighs, and my whole body shakes as I hold onto him for dear life.
For a moment, I don’t care about anything. Not my brothers who are looking for us. Not anyone close by who can hear me.
I just want him to fuck me. I want him to feel this too.
Rising, he spins me around and tugs my dress down to my waist, his hands finding my breasts as his mouth brushes my temple.
His cock presses into my ass, and I can’t wait anymore. I don’t want to go slow. Twisting my chin over my shoulder, I kiss him, moving over his lips and tasting his tongue.
“I’ve loved you the most,” I breathe out, “and you think I know you the least.”
His hand slides up the back of my head, his fingers curling into a fist around my hair. “You deserve better than me.”
I groan, coming in for another kiss. “I know.”
He yanks open the door of his car, pulls the lever, pushes the front seat forward, and locks eyes with me.
“My brothers are coming,” I choke, barely able to take in a breath.
He shakes his head. “Fuck ’em.”
I smile. And all at once, I fall into the back seat just as he pushes me, clenching the dress in his fist and tearing the top down the middle. I catch him in my arms, our lips melting together, because neither of us care anymore if this should happen. We want it, and we don’t care why.
Taking my head in his hand, he moves his tongue over mine as the dress—now in rags—hangs from my body. In seconds, his teeth bite my jaw, his tongue blazes a trail down my neck, and his mouth covers a breast, making me arch up to meet it.
“Oh, yes,” I moan.
His mouth moves to the next one, sucking and biting.
I grind into him, watching his hand slip down and open his jeans.
Sliding his hand inside, he pulls himself out and strokes his already-hard flesh.
I blink, trying to focus in the dark. I can almost see it rising up, reaching for me as he pumps his hand—the muscle thick, tight, and glistening. Warm wetness drips out of me.
My legs fall wider apart, aching to be filled.
I sink into his mouth, slipping my tongue inside as I slide my hand down his body and stroke him, feeling him for the first time.
The veins pulse under my fingertips, and I soak in everything.
The soft skin over the hard muscle. The cum already escaping him.
The heat of his body. The way it throbs in my fist.
I’m so wet. “Now,” I plead.
I’m not afraid he’ll stop because I think he knows if he does, I might kill him.
He doesn’t even hesitate, though. Rising up, he grabs my thighs and yanks me down.
I whimper, his rough hands possessive. Pushing his jeans below his ass, he tears open a condom, rolls it on, and my eyes go wide, fully realizing what’s about to happen.
He comes down on top of me and presses the head of his cock into me, and I hug his waist with my thighs, threading my lips with his just before he thrusts.
I suck in a breath, squeezing my eyes shut as a sharp pain pierces me.
God. That fucking hurt. It stings.
Slowly, he slides in again. Then again, muffling my cry with a kiss and grunting as he sinks all the way inside me.
The pain fades, but the pressure is more than I thought it’d be. He buries himself, stretching me, opening me.
And he doesn’t slow down. Lifting himself up just enough to see my face, he rolls his hips in and out, and I can feel how wet I am as he slides easier and easier. The pressure subsides, and his cock hits deep, everything starting to feel good again.
I grab hold of the back of his neck and his waist in my hands, thrusting my hips to meet his rhythm. His lips touch mine, but we don’t kiss. Just pant and groan as we fuck, my back sticking to my brother’s leather seat.
“Don’t you forget this in the morning,” I warn him. “You chased me down.”
The car lights up, fireworks popping overhead, and his only reply is a kiss. He curls his fingers into my hair, my scalp stinging, and his pace quickens, our bodies slapping together. I pull away from his mouth, looking down and watching him move between my thighs.
Fuck, the door is open. Shit.
But I can’t help but be turned on as I watch us. Finally.
He couldn’t stop himself. He couldn’t see reason because I wasn’t his last goodbye.
No.
He had to have me.
His breathing stutters, he shakes, and then he thrusts, grunting and groaning as his brow etches in surrender.
He holds one of my breasts as he spills, and I look up at him, entranced by the look on his face.
His closed eyes. His open mouth. The sweat on his forehead.
It’s what I’ve been waiting to see ever since he got home. Passion.
And thank goodness, it’s for me.
I trail my lips along his jaw as his orgasm subsides. “Don’t wake up,” I whisper. “Not yet.”
No regret. No panic. Don’t ruin it, Lucas.
He opens his eyes and looks down at me, holding me close. “Oh, Quinn.”
I beam up at him. “Sit back,” I tell him. “I want control of you now.”
I want to touch him.
He removes the condom and finds something to clean up with before sitting back in the seat. I straddle him, reaching over and closing the door.
Just once or just one night?
Same thing.