Chapter 6 Lucian
LUCIAN
The leather seat creaked beneath me as I leaned forward to check my watch. Twenty-three minutes had passed since I ended the call, and doubt crept through my chest for the first time in years.
I had built my empire on calculating risks, but this felt different because I couldn't boil people down to a science the way I did business.
There were no charts or numbers to project, just the raw apprehension of "what if."
"Turn here." I gestured for my driver, indicating the street where modest apartment buildings lined the sidewalk. I couldn't sit at home and wait to see if she got in this car and came to me. I had to move and do something.
So here I was with a bottle of champagne chilling and a dozen long-stemmed red roses on the seat next to me.
I had stopped leaving important outcomes to chance when I was twelve years old after watching my father lose things he wanted to poor judgment and wishful thinking.
Control had become my religion and discipline my salvation.
Yet here I was, racing across town with flowers for a woman who might not even answer her door.
But at least I'd know then.
The car slowed to a halt outside her building. Through the tinted windows, I could see the warm glow of lights in the building's windows.
The rational part of my mind suggested I should wait, should let her make the choice without pressure. The part that had clawed its way to the top of the financial world disagreed.
But before I could get out of the car and knock on her door, her silhouette appeared in the door as it swung open. Tessa emerged into the blustery Chicago wind wearing a long black trench coat that hugged her curves.
Her hair was tied down under a silk scarf, but a few strands whipped in the wind as she walked with hands in pockets toward me.
David climbed out of the car, and I watched him hustle around the front of the limo then to the passenger side door. When it opened, the cold took my breath away, but not as much as the cloud of feminine scent that rushed in ahead of her as she nodded at him before climbing into the car beside me.
"Oh!" she rushed out as she slipped the scarf off her head and turned toward me. "You came? I thought the car would be empty."
She was here, seated next to me as David rounded back to this door after closing us in. I was shocked as much as elated that she made the decision to come and I almost felt foolish for being in this car and not trusting her to come to me.
My eyes flicked to the rearview mirror where David's gaze awaited my orders.
"To my place," I told him as I pressed the button to raise the divider.
The faintest hint of a smirk crossed his features and I knew his good-natured chuckle would come next, but it would be hidden by the partition that now separated us.
"If I'm being honest, I thought I'd have to convince you to let me in. You seem reluctant." I reached for the flowers and handed them to her, but she was busy folding her scarf on her lap. She took them and smelled them, then laid them to the side.
"They're beautiful, but you didn’t have to go to the trouble. I was under the impression that this was nothing more than a booty call. Roses aren't necessary." Tessa's fingers worked the knot in the thick belt around her waist, and my chest felt like pressure was building inside it.
When they rose to begin unfastening the buttons of the coat, I noticed a lot more flesh than I expected to see.
I thought she'd be wearing a dress, or maybe some jeans. But the farther down the buttons opened, the more skin I saw.
"You're naked under that, aren't you?" I asked, refusing the temptation to rub my dick which was already swelling. It'd been almost half chub all day anyway as I thought about how to get her into my bed again.
She kept undoing her coat, and I let my eyes devour every centimeter of bared flesh she showed me. Maybe I'd gotten her all wrong, after all. "You said the best things started as sketchy ideas."
The champagne and roses forgotten, I moved closer to her on the seat.
Her coat dropped open fully, falling from her shoulders to the leather seat in a puddle of black. She was bare beneath it—every inch of her. My chest tightened at the sight, a rush of heat ripping through me.
“God, Tessa,” I growled, dragging my hand over her thigh. Her skin was warm, smooth, and begging to be touched. “You came with nothing on under that trench? You were planning to wreck me.”
She leaned back against the seat, lips parted, eyes locked on me. “I wanted to see if you’d lose control.”
“I don’t lose control,” I said, but my hand was already between her thighs, spreading them wide. My fingers slid against her slick heat and came away wet. “Christ, you’re dripping. You’ve been like this the whole time?”
Her head tipped back, and a breathy moan slipped out. “Since the moment you called.”
I pushed two fingers inside her, so rough it stole her breath. She gasped, clutching the seatbelt for balance as I worked her, curling deep until her hips bucked against my hand.
“Look at you—squirming in my backseat, moisture all over my fingers."
Her hand shot to my lap, fumbling at my belt, dragging the leather free. She yanked my zipper down and pulled me out, stroking me hard, pumping until I was throbbing in her fist.
“God, you’re thick,” she whispered, sliding her thumb over the head. “I want you in my throat.”
“Not tonight,” I snarled, pulling her hand away just long enough to twist her body sideways across the seat. I shoved her knees up and spread her wide. “I’m not wasting this tight pussy when you came here naked for me.”
She smirked, breathless, teeth grazing her bottom lip. “Then fuck me already.”
I didn’t give her what she wanted right away. My hand slid up her stomach, fingers tracing the soft dip of her navel before dragging back to her slick folds. I circled her clit hard, rough enough to make her jolt.
“Beg for it first,” I said, watching her writhe against the leather.
Her nails dug into my forearm, hips grinding against my hand. “I’m not begging.”
“Then I’ll just keep you on my fingers all night.” I shoved them back inside, curling deep, thumb rubbing mercilessly at her clit. She let out a strangled cry, bucking up into me, thighs trembling.
“Wow—you’ll make me come,” she gasped.
“That’s the point,” I growled, crushing my mouth against hers. Her lips were hot, tasting of wine. I swallowed her moans as I fingered her harder, until she ripped her mouth free, panting.
“Stop—Jesus—or I'll come now…"
But I didn't stop. I thrust my fingers deeper, grinding my thumb over her clit until her whole body jerked. Her thighs clamped against my wrist and she broke with a sharp cry, hips jerking wildly as the orgasm tore through her.
Her walls clenched around my fingers in waves as she writhed against the leather, gasping for breath. She shook beneath my hand, moaning brokenly while the aftershocks rolled through her, soaking my hand until she finally sagged back, trembling and spent.
I pulled my fingers out and shoved them between her lips. “Now lick yourself off and tell me you’re ready.”
Her eyes burned into mine as she sucked, moaning around the taste of her own juices. When she released me with a wet pop, she whispered, “I’m ready. I need your cock inside me.”
I tore open the condom, rolling it down my thick length, and positioned myself at her entrance. I dragged the head through her soaked folds, smearing her all over me while she squirmed.
“Please,” she hissed, nails clawing at my shirt. “Don’t tease me.”
I smirked, pressing just enough to breach her, then pulled back again. “I told you, Tessa. I don’t lose control. You’ll take me when I say.”
Her eyes went wild, her body arching, every muscle begging for more. “Then say it. Say it now.”
I pushed forward slowly, making her feel every inch as I stretched her open. Her nails raked down my chest through the fabric, her cries turning into desperate moans.
I stopped halfway in, holding there, grinding my hips so the head dragged against her G-spot.
“God,” she gasped, legs shaking, body trying to pull me deeper. “All of you. Please.”
I caught her chin, forcing her eyes back to mine. “You don’t give orders in my car.” I thrust shallowly, just enough to keep her on the edge, watching her squirm and curse under me. Her lips parted in a shuddering moan, hips chasing every movement.
Her voice dropped to a ragged whisper. “I’ll beg. Please, I can’t wait anymore.”
That smug smile curved my mouth as I buried the rest of my cock inside her in one hard drive, pulling a scream from her throat as she clamped down around me.
I stayed deep, grinding slowly, savoring the way her tight walls squeezed me. She writhed beneath me, every breath a broken moan. “Harder,” she pleaded, nails digging deep into my shoulders now.
I drew back and thrust back into her, the car rocking with the impact. Again and again, I drove into her relentlessly, making her body jerk upward on the seat.
The slap of flesh filled the limo, her wetness coating me with every thrust. Sweat rolled down my back as I braced her hips and took her roughly, giving her no chance to breathe.
Her cries rose, throat raw, head thrashing against the leather. “I’m close—oh, God—don’t stop—”
“You’re going to come all over my cock,” I growled, pounding her harder, feeling her tighten and spasm around me. “Do it. Let me feel you.”
She broke with a scream, body locking tight, pussy clenching in desperate pulses as she came hard around me.
Her nails clawed at me, dragging across my skin, legs shaking as the orgasm ripped through her.
I thrust into her through it, never slowing, driving even deeper into her spasming walls.
The pressure in me built, every thrust bringing me closer to the edge. My cock swelled, veins straining, the need to release clawing up my spine. I caught her mouth in a savage kiss, swallowing her moans as I hammered into her.
“Take it,” I snarled against her lips, hips snapping faster.