38 - Haley
38
Haley
It was drizzling outside as we drove back to Lucas’s apartment, but the sky opened up and dumped on us as soon as we were parked outside. We shouted and sprinted through the rain, giggling and reminiscing about our first date seven years ago. Neither of us were drunk, or even buzzed, but we were riding the high of our renewed emotions.
This felt so good .
The apartment was just like I remembered it from that night. It briefly felt like I was returning to the scene of the crime, the place where all of this began. I tossed the box of food onto the counter and pounced on him with a hard kiss.
“So I don’t get to eat my fries now?” he asked.
“You can have them after you devour me ,” I said.
Lucas pressed his mouth against my ear. “They’re better when they’re hot.”
“So am I.”
His hand slid down between my legs. “You sure are.”
I let out a loud groan, and then he was practically carrying me into the bedroom. There would be no foreplay on the couch this time, no teasing things out. I tore his wet clothes off, and he pulled at my damp shirt like it offended him.
When my bra fell away, he paused to gaze down at my chest. My nipples puckered from the chill in the air, and he slid his palm around my hip to cup my ass eagerly.
“Do you wish I still looked like I did when I was a teenager?” I asked.
He met my eyes. “Is that a joke?”
“I’ve kind of wondered it since we hooked up. I’ve had a child…”
Lucas’s laugh rumbled up out of his chest, and he took a step back. His eyes raked over me, examining and admiring.
“You’re stunning,” he breathed. “If anything, you’re more beautiful now than the girl I dated back then.”
“That’s certainly not true, but I appreciate the compliment.”
He slowly shook his head, fingers wrapping around his cock while his eyes drank in the sight of me. “Don’t you dare say anything negative about your body. You’re perfect in every way. I could get myself off just staring at you.” He began stroking himself.
His sheer desire, laid bare like that, sent a shiver of confidence up my spine. Lucas wasn’t just saying this to make me feel good about myself. He actually meant it.
“But I don’t want to just stare,” he said, stepping toward me again.
“What do you want to do?” I asked.
Desire shone in his dark eyes. “So. Many. Things.”
He took one of my breasts in his palm, warm against my cold skin. I grabbed his shoulder, digging my fingernails into his flesh while craning my head back.
“You’re gorgeous,” he purred, cupping my other breast and squeezing them together. “Let me show you.”
He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, before moving to the other. The pressure and wetness was almost too intense, but his warm hands were wrapping around me, holding me in place. I sighed, arching into him, admiring the way his pink tongue tasted my sensitive flesh.
Lucas gave me one more swirl, coating my nipple in moisture, then spun me around and sat me down on the edge of the bed. He gazed down at me, once again devouring me with his eyes. Proving to me just how sexy he thought I was.
During our foursome, I’d been distracted by having three chiseled men to look at. Now that it was just the two of us, I took a moment to admire the body Lucas had grown into. Pecs and abs, muscles that rippled across his side and core. His shoulders were broader than I remembered, and his thighs had filled in with more muscle than he’d had when we first dated. God, even the tattoos that slivered down his bulging arm somehow seemed more mature now than they had back then.
Lucas was such a fucking man , now.
“You shaved,” I said, eyes flicking down to the cock he still gripped in a fist.
“Just a little trim,” he said. “In case something happened tonight.”
Before I could think of something witty to say, he planted both fists on either side of me, kissing me deeply and pushing me onto my back. I spread my legs for him, luxuriating in the way his weight felt against my swollen sex, moving my hips back to try to let his tip slide in.
“Not yet,” he smiled against my kiss. “You said I had to devour you, first.”
“Maybe I’ve changed my mind.”
“I haven’t.”
I gasped as his tongue licked a trail down my body, quickly arriving at my mound. He hesitated there, teasing me while rubbing his nose in my hair and dragging his fingertips down my thighs. But the torture didn’t last long, his tongue finally flicking across my clit.
I arched my back and moaned loudly, resting back on my elbows and admiring how wonderful his inky hair looked between my legs. His tongue moved lower, rolling wetly against my entrance, tasting me like I was the meal he craved.
“I’ve missed the way you eat me,” I said.
His groan vibrated into my pussy lips. “What else do you miss?”
“Everything,” I admitted.
Lucas’s dark eyes flicked up to me. “Like what?”
I bit my lip. “I miss the way you took charge. And told me what to do.”
I felt him smile against me.
Like a choreographed dance, we moved together—I pushed myself backward on the bed away from him, and he followed, planting his fists on either side of me like a stalking panther. Then his hands were on my body, twisting me onto my side while he flipped himself over until we were both on our sides, sixty-nining.
“Squeeze my cock,” he said in that commanding voice that used to drive me wild .
I grasped him by the base, marveling at his thickness. All three men were big, but I wasn’t able to properly appreciate Lucas’s size until now. The trim made him look even better, a trick of the eye, but he was still massive . I licked my lips.
Suddenly, thunder boomed outside, rattling the windows. We both froze for a second, then grinned. Thunderstorms were a rarity here, so it felt like the gods themselves were applauding our physical act.
“Stroke me,” he said.
I followed his orders once again, moving my fingers over his smooth skin. He groaned happily, then buried his face between my legs. He gave me a single lick, from my clit down across my drenched lips, before pulling back.
“I want to feel you moaning on my cock,” he said, breath hot on my sex. “Can you do that?”
“Mmm, I can.”
God, I loved this. The way he took charge, demanding what he wanted in bed and giving me the same. There was no feeling like fully surrendering to a man you craved, a man you trusted. I would do anything for him right now, and I knew he felt the same way.
“Suck on me,” he insisted.
I parted my lips and took his crown into my mouth, tasting the faint saltiness from his drop of pre-come.
“More,” he demanded, reaching over my hip to dig his fingers into my ass. “Take as much of my cock as you can.”
I plunged my mouth over him, opening as wide as I could. Taking a few more inches. He let out the deepest, most wonderful groan, his cheek scraping against my skin as he kissed my inner thigh. Then I felt his hand on the back of my head, pushing me down on him a little bit more. It was right on the edge of what I could handle—my eyes watered, but I kept my lips wrapped tightly around his shaft, enjoying every second of his skin on my tongue.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he cursed.
He buried his face between my legs, parting my lips with his tongue. Hot, intense pleasure streaked through my chest, and I moaned halfway down on his cock. We used to do this for hours when we were teenagers, novices who wanted nothing more than to explore each other’s body with our mouths and hands. Going down on each other at the same time, seeing who could make the other scream first.
Lucas plunged his tongue inside me, thick and greedy.
I cried out and bobbed my head faster, stroking his base at the same time, matching the pace of his tongue inside my sex. His hard length throbbed in my mouth, and I closed my eyes and savored the thrill of this while rain pattered against the windows.
“I love the way you taste,” he growled before sucking my clit into his mouth like he was giving it a blowjob, tongue flicking against my most sensitive place. Then his fingers were exploring my entrance, sliding up and down before plunging inside, fingertips immediately finding my G-spot like he had a goddamn map .
“Oh my God,” I tried to moan around his cock as the pressure rapidly built. I moved my hips against his face, matching the pace of the fingers stroking inside me.
He moaned too, lips vibrating around my clit like my own personal vibrator, and it was all too much. The first shoots of my orgasm blossomed up my core, and I clenched myself around his fingers. Lucas’s cock throbbed even more, pulses matching the growing waves of pleasure slamming into me.
He was close.
Lucas tried to slow down, to pull back, but I wanted to feel him come with me just like we used to. I wrapped my arm around him and squeezed his ass, holding him close. His moans vibrated harder, deeper, almost anguished with how intense it was, and the sensation pushed me over the edge. An orgasm thundered through me, blinding me with ecstasy, and my screams were muffled only by his hard length.
His hips drove against my face, pushing as far as he could go, his cock somehow growing even harder between my lips. Then he exploded into my mouth, shooting everything he had into the back of my throat. His fingertips tapped against my G-spot and his lips tightened around my clit as he roared, extending my own ragged climax along with his.
“Fuck,” he gritted out, pressing a wet kiss against my mound. “I meant to last longer.”
“I’m glad I can still get you off so quickly,” I said, still squeezing his base between my fingers while letting his tip rest against my cheek. “We’re good together.”
“So good,” he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice. “But I’m not done with you yet.”
“You’d better not be,” I replied, giggling. “You probably need a few minutes, right? Should we take a cheese fries break?”
Lucas twisted around, going to his knees, but he wasn’t leaving the bed. “I don’t need a break.”
I blinked up at him. “You’re not seventeen anymore. There’s no way you can go again so quick.”
He gave me a wolfish smile and rolled on a condom. “Fucking watch me.”
I yelped as he slid me a few inches toward him, then covered me with his body, a blanket of warm muscle. His thigh pushed my legs open wider, spreading me for him, as he gazed deeply into my eyes.
“I can’t wait any longer, Hales,” he practically growled . “I can’t stand another second without being inside you.”
I ran my fingers along his cheek, stabbing them into his inky hair, then pulled him closer so I could slide my tongue into his mouth.
Yeah. The two of us still had chemistry.
And somehow, it had only deepened with time.