Railed
I was back in the Villa, lights turned off, and sitting on the bed with my legs crossed in front of me as I told my best friend all that went down this evening.
"So you were vomiting?"
"More like spilling my guts out," I sighed.
"And you feel weak too?"
"Yes doctor Celine, I feel a little weak too.
" I mocked, throwing my head back against the sheets.
Despite the fact that she had her plate full with her own problems, I knew I could count on Celine to dive right into her role of over-protective always worrying mama duck ready to jump on the next flight to Milan just to make sure I was okay.
"do you have a diagnosis doctor?" I continued after the brief pause on her end.
The sigh that filtered through the phone told me she was not going to say something I would like to hear and I had quite a good idea what she was about to say because I too had been questioning myself on the topic. "Actually, I do have a diagnosis, but I'm not sure you'd like it."
I exhaled through my nose, "since when did that stop you from telling me stuff."
The hesitancy in her tone when she spoke again confirmed my hunch, "I think you're pregnant."
If I had any strength left in me, I would have barked a loud peal of laughter, but I had drained all of my energy sitting on the bathroom floor and spewing what little food I had for dinner right into the toilet, with Lucas holding my hair up, "Um no I'm not. I'm on the pill remember?"
"I was too," she reminded me and I could almost hear her raise her brows.
I half expected her to react differently to the reminder of her loss a few weeks ago, but to my surprise, it was like she was completely unaffected by talking about it.
Not wanting to remind her of her sadness, I resisted the urge to ask if she was okay now.
"I'm not pregnant," I said, keeping my voice low.
Lucas was downstairs speaking to the doctor.
Yes, Doctor. Because although I had insisted on being fine and not in need of going to a hospital, Lucas would not be at ease until he knew I was okay.
Which meant having a doctor come over to make sure I was. "It's just a bad food allergy. Garlic."
"Since when did you become allergic to Garlic."
"I've always been. It's usually mild, but for some reason today, it spiraled right out of control."
She whispered a drawn-out, "Pre-g-nant." into the phone and despite myself, I chuckled. Wrong choice because the ache in my stomach seemed to reverberate at the sound.
"Hey C, I know it's probably the worst timing, but how are you feeling now?" I asked carefully.
"I'm not the one reacting to Garlic right now," She chuckled, obviously forced and that was my cue that she was not yet ready to talk about it.
"You do know I'm here for you don't you?"
"You have been here for me for the last two weeks," she reminded me, "I'll be fine Bess. You and Alex have to take a chill pill. I won't break from this. I promise."
Heavy footsteps approached the room and I could tell they were Lucas's. He was the one man I knew who walked with so much authority. It radiated off him even when he was not here. "Okay. Bess, I gotta go, I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"Alright. Take care of yourself and I love you.
Also..." she paused and gave a breathy sigh, before resuming, "I know you don't believe me right now, but please at least consider what I said and please be careful.
I would hate to..." her voice cracked on the statement and I did not bother torturing her further by making her say the words.
"I know C. I'll be sure careful and I'll let you know if I find out anything."
Lucas walked in, holding two cups of something steamy and I attempted a small smile before saying good night to C. I hung up and set my phone down on the nightstand closest to me, then crawled to the edge of the bed, "Hey."
"You should be resting Muffin," Lucas said, holding out a cup to me. With a small smile, I took it from him and mumbled my thanks. "Be careful with it. It's hot."
I wanted to tell him that I could see that., but I knew he was just looking out for me, so I blew on it instead. "What is it?"
"Some tea to help with your allergy." he stalked towards the open balcony door and I followed behind him. "The doctor suggested it."
"Okay, thank you." I sat on one of the lounge chairs, while Lucas stood at the railing, overlooking the fields below. "It's even more beautiful at night."
He turned to me, "And more so when I'm looking at it with you."
My cheeks thrummed with heat at his words and I looked away, pressing my palms on them as if that would do anything to hide the blush.
The next few minutes went by in silence as we both stared into the space of the night.
It lacked the lights that shone brightly in the nighttime of the city, but the more archaic lamps lighting up the way for acres through the fields was just magical.
Plus the tea was working speedily to help me feel better.
When I looked at Lucas again, his attention was completely ripped from here and now.
He gripped the railing hard enough to turn his knuckles white and a vein kept ticking in his jaw.
He was mad at something, me perhaps for ruining the night out with his friends, but knowing him, he would never let it out on me.
He did not even notice when I got to my feet until I wrapped my hands around him from behind.
He was stiff at first but soon relaxed when he realized it was me.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, leaning my head on the hard planes of his muscled back.
With his tea in one hand, he placed his free hand over mine. "Why?"
"I ruined our dinner tonight."
"No, you didn't."
"But you're mad at me."
"I am?"
"You aren't?"
"Why would I be?" he sounded amused.
"Because I ruined dinner tonight with my allergy and your friends must hate me now."
With a light chuckle, he set his cup down on the railing and spun me around so I was trapped between him and the cool iron.
He dropped one hand on my hips and brought my chin higher so our eyes met.
"Three things. First, you didn't ruin dinner.
" I wanted to argue about the fact, but he shushed me with one hand over my lips, "Secondly, my friends don't hate you.
Actually, Alisa and Marylyn offered to come on over and see if you're okay and the guys apologized that our choice of dinner was something you were allergic to. "
"That's a relief,"
He half smiled and cupped my cheeks in his large palm, "And the third is that I am not mad at you," he dropped his forehead on mine, so our noses brushed against each other, "I couldn't be even if I tried to."
"But you are upset," I noted.
"Because I was terrified of how much worse tonight could have turned out if you had eaten more than you had at dinner."
"I'm fine now," I said assuringly.
"And for that, I'm so fucking thankful, but if anyone should be sorry it's me."
"You don't have to be," I wrapped my hands around him, leaning in to take a deep breath. He smelled spicy with a hint of mints and then that smell I knew as Lucas alone, belonging to no one else.
"It's just so hard to not worry after everything that has happened in our lives lately." his thumb grazed my chin lightly, "I just never want to think of you being hurt or in danger again."
"I know. And I'm safe, right here in your arms where I fucking belong," I said breathily, using his words earlier. "Also, I enjoyed dinner, for the most part, no that came out wrong. I enjoyed meeting with your friends today."
"I'm glad to hear because I'm hoping we get to do that again, soon."
"We will," Standing on my toes, I wrapped my hands around his neck to hold myself up and pressed my lips into his.
The kiss started out slow at first, just an innocent press of lips.
But as I pressed my body in his, arching my spine enough to push my breasts into his broad chest, he got the hint that I wanted more than just a chaste kiss.
Lucas had his arms out, grabbing my thighs behind and nearly lifting me off the ground. With a harsh groan, he caught my bottom lip in his mouth, nipping and sucking the tender flesh. A soft moan breezed past my lips, like a warning bell, it was enough to get Lucas pulling back from me.
He grabbed the back of my neck, pulling me back and tearing my lips from his. "We should stop, you still need to rest,"
I mewled in protest, "I'm fine now." with a small pause, I rephrased, "no I'm not completely fine, but there's only one thing I need right now to be fine.
" Without waiting for him to agree or protest further, I dug my fingers in his silky curls, tilting my head to hold his lips against mine again.
I bit down on his lips, sucking lightly enough to elicit a reaction from him.
Knudging my legs apart, he forced my knees open and stepped between my spread legs. His words were a harsh murmur against my skin, "I want you,"
"I need you"
One hand cupped my ass through the thin fabric of my dress, while the other grabbed my hair, pulling my head back until his lips connected with my neck.
Blood rushed through my veins, and my breaths came out in slow pants as he kisses his way down my collar bone to the dip between my dress leading to my cleavage.
I could not be more thankful for the warm bath I took a while ago to wash off the awful smell of vomit lingering on my skin.
Pressing his growing erection against my abdomen, he pushed the strap of the negligee I had on and the cool night air slapped against my breasts.
My nipples felt rigid and hardened both at the cool rush of air and the feeling of his hands roaming across my body.
Heat rushed between my legs and with no underwear causing a barrier, the proof of my desire trickled slowly down my legs easily.
"How do you get to drive me crazy every damn time?
" Lucas questioned and without waiting for my answer—not like I had any—he leaned down and caught one of my hardened nubs in his mouth.
He swirled his tongue around it, sucking and licking and biting down on the flesh hard enough to leave me gasping and squirming at the same time.
I could not register the pain though, not when every action he took sent more wetness shooting through my sex.
He continued his assault on my breasts, pausing occasionally to alternate between them, while his other hand held my ass in a firm grip, digging in hard enough to leave a mark from his hands.
Finally, it became more than I could handle and I placed my hand on one of his free hands, nudging it slowly to my weeping pussy, "Please touch me, Lucas. " I whispered, my voice pleading.
With a smirk, he muttered, "Patience,"
My disappointment that my request was not carried through only lived a few seconds because it was quickly replaced with burning anticipation as Lucas bunched the satin material of my dress up to my hips. "Turn around and bend over," he ordered.
I pivoted slowly, and without the slightest hint of hesitation, I leaned over, my hands gripping the fabric firmly around my waist. He wrapped a hand around my waist and pressed his rigid cock into my ass.
I gripped my dress, squirming and writhing and silently pleading for more friction, but Lucas was having none of that.
His palm flattened on my back and I got the hint as he urged me lower.
I bent over to his will until my head was resting on the cool iron of the rail.
He made a satisfied hum, before kneeling between my legs and nudging my already buckling knees apart, "Spread your legs for me Muffin," My knees fells apart as far as it was possible for me to go without toppling over, giving him a front-row view of my pussy that now throbbed rapidly, desperate for his attention.
There was a moment's pause, and I used that time to wonder if there was anybody lingering in the fields below and just what they would be thinking as they watched Lucas fuck me right on the balcony.
Oddly enough, the thought of someone watching us sent more heat rushing to my pussy and now I could feel my wetness rushing down my thighs.
His breath felt hot between my legs and I squirmed backward into him, shivering at the effect that had on my sex, but his hold on me was firm.
After admiring his price for a full minute, he spoke, "Tell me are you always this wet Chris? "
I shook my head severally, too dazed to make any speech.
Teasing my entrance with the pad of his thumb, he tsked disapprovingly, "I want to hear your words. Are you always so soaked?"
My eyes snapped shut at the first feeling of warm tongue flattened against my sex and I choked out a strained, "No."
"That's what I thought." His smirk was apparent even in his tone. His strong hands cupped my ass cheeks, spreading them apart and he ran his tongue over my thighs before swirling it over my damp sex.
"Oh my God!" I gasped, shifting my weight so I could get more of him.
"Relax Muffin," he ordered gruffly, but what he did next made me feel the exact opposite of relaxed.
With a light shove, he pulled me closer until I was nearly sitting over his face and sucked my slit.
One hand slipped from my dress bunched up at my waist and flew right over my mouth as he plunged his tongue into my puckered pussy with precise slowness.
My hips were moving on their own, rocking back and forth as he thrust deeper into me, sucking my clit and fucking my pussy with his tongue. His speed reached a higher peak with every new swipe of his expert tongue and I moaned wantonly, pleading for more of him, his hands, his tongue.
Lucas kept up the motion as he worked me closer and closer to the precipe of my orgasm. I was close to coming on his face and he knew it too damn well. Which was why I was not surprised when he pulled back slowly and got to his feet.
I sagged against the railing, breathing hard and still reeling from my near orgasmic state. Lucas crawled up behind me, leaving a trail of kisses that began over my ass, and stopped with a bite on my shoulder. "Tell me what you want, what you need," he murmured, nibbling on my neck.
"I-I need..." I stuttered and cleared my throat softly "I need you."
"Tell me what you want me to do to you," he demanded, even though I knew quite well that he had a good idea what my answer would be.
"Please fuck me,"
With a satisfied groan, he yanked my dress above my head, leaving me bare and exposed to him. He bent me over the railing again and gave my ass a tight squeeze before stepping back an inch. I could still feel the heat radiating off him and that was how I knew he was just behind me.
I looked over my shoulders to see him popping off the buttons on his shirt, "Eyes, forward," he ordered and my eyes snapped away from him to the darkness laid out in front of me. "Put your hands behind your back,"
My tongue darted out, swiping over my lips as I savored his dominance. Obediently, I put my hands over my back, holding my elbows so it made a 'U' shape.
I heard the clink of a belt and excitement zipped through me at the implication of that, suddenly I could not wait for him to have his hands on me again.
His voice was deep and gluttural, dripping with desire when he spoke, "You look so fucking sexy like this Muffin," he paused and I heard the roughness of his slacks being drawn off him.
I gasped as he nudged his rigid cock into my ass, rocking his hips into me and giving me a taste of what was to come.
"Feel how hard it makes my cock—how hard you make my cock. "
It was not a question, but I moaned a "Yes," adding a silent plea.
He nudged my entrance slowly, rubbing the hot head of his shaft against my slit, "I know what you want, and I'll give it to you."
Yes, please.
The needy ache in my pussy doubled, and coupled with the fact that I was nearly squirting all over his face minutes ago, his slow tease was nearly driving me wild with frustration. And I voiced my plea again.
Finally, he pushed forward and breached my entrance. My pussy stretched wider to accept his massive length, and I shifted my weight slightly, barely containing a long hoarse cry as he filled me.
"Fuck you feel so good," Lucas groaned, sinking his fingers in my hair and drawing my head back as he increased his tempo. "I need to fuck you hard Chris, and I don't think I can take it slow."
I did not want him to take it slow. I wanted him to be rough with me, to make me his slut, only his. "Please don't"
"Fuck," he grunted. His fingers dug into my skin, and he rolled my hair in his fist as he jerked me into him so I was no longer leaning against the rail. He bottomed out in one thrust, quickening his pace until I was bouncing into him violently.
My tits bounced in every possible direction and my nails dug into my elbows, and it took some time to realize that I was no longer bent over the railing, but I had subconsciously clamped down over his laps, as he hammered into me mercilessly.
Every thrust sent a wave like an electric current sweeping through my pussy and I found myself inching closer and closer to the edge.
Lucas yanked me into him, so his taut muscles pressed into my back and his teeth sank down on my shoulder, earning him a sharp cry from my chest. "Come for me," he growled, "come on my cock and show me you're mine alone."
I cried out, gripping my elbows and a shudder ran through me. My pussy clenched, and I bathed his thighs with the flood of my wetness. His motion doubled, and I made short whimpering sounds, that were cut of by the obscene sound of skin on skin.
With a guttural groan, he held me to his groan, cock pulsing and filling me with shooting spurts of his seed.