Chapter 20 #2
I lean over her, one arm braced beside her head, the other trying to wrestle the phone from her grip without hurting her. “Lucia,” I warn. “Hand it over.”
She gives me a mischievous grin like the cat that got the canary. “Make me.”
I freeze for half a second, as something dark and electric races through me.
“Bad idea, sweetheart.”
“I think it’s a great idea,” she counters.
My eyes narrow. “Are you sure you want to go there?”
In one swift move, I shift my weight and pin her entire body to the mattress with my own. It’s not rough, but firm enough to remind her who she’s dealing with.
She gasps, but it’s not from fear. That sharp intake tells me she wasn’t expecting it, but she’s not backing down either.
My face is mere inches from hers. “You’re playing with fire, baby,” I murmur, keeping my voice low and thick.
Her breath hitches, but her defiant eyes remain locked on mine. “Then burn me.”
I stare her down as my resolve diminishes by the second. I want to fuck this woman so hard … so deep, that she won’t know where she ends and I begin.
She shivers beneath me, but she doesn’t pull away. If anything, she arches her body up, inviting it.
“If you won’t give me what I want, I’ll get it somewhere else,” she threatens, but there’s no heat behind her words. She’s baiting me.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Try me,” she fires back, and just like that, the rubber band snaps.
My lips are on hers before my brain even catches up. Brutal, hungry, and punishing. She gasps against my mouth, but she doesn’t pull back; she meets me head-on.
Her fingers fist in my hair, tugging me in like she’s been waiting for this just as long as I have.
There’s nothing sweet about it. This is a fucking collision, like throwing a match on gasoline. We’re all teeth, tongues, and desperation, devouring each other like something vital is on the line here, and maybe it is.
These past few months have been the worst kind of foreplay. Slow, maddening, and addictive in the most messed-up way. The resistance and tension did nothing to make the want go away. All it did was build to a point where it became unbearable.
Her leg’s part, hooking around my hips as she pulls me down, erasing the last of the space between us. It’s like she’s trying to climb inside my skin, and I feel the same. I want to bury myself so deep in this woman that I can’t find my way back out.
Lucia lets go of my hair and starts pawing at the hem of her pyjama top. “I need this off,” she pants.
“The clothes stay on.”
Her hands move up to grasp my shoulders as she pushes me back slightly so she can see my face. “What?”
“Our clothes stay on,” I reiterate.
Her soft lips shape into a surprised little O, so I lean down and suck her bottom lip into my mouth as I grind my hips forward.
“I—”
“You wanted a release, sweetheart,” I say, cutting her off. “So, I’m giving it to you.”
“But—”
“And to be clear, if you even think about downloading Tinder, or any fucking app like it, your phone is going to face the same fate as Big-O.”
Her eyes narrow to slits. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“We both know I would, so shut up and kiss me.”
As soon as my mouth crashes back onto hers, my hand glides over her ribs and moves underneath her shirt, the tips of my fingers brushing the underside of her soft, perky tits. Tits that I’ve fantasised about for far too long.
When my thumb skims over her pebbled nipple, she whimpers. It’s a featherlight touch, but I wish it were my mouth, my tongue … my teeth. The things I want to do to this woman are endless.
My other hand is still gripping her hip, pinning her in place, as I continue to roll my hips forward. Even through the fabric of my underwear, I can feel her heat … her arousal, and what I wouldn’t do to be able to bury my face between her thighs.
My movements are fast, hard, entirely out of control, and my desperation is showing in spades.
I slide both hands under her arse, raising her hips slightly off the mattress, and when I shift my pelvis forward, the tip of my cock dips inside her.
We both moan in unison, and I’m caught between gratitude and utter devastation for the resistance that’s stopping me from sinking all the way home.
“I need more,” she begs, and I feel the same, but I’ve already stepped into territory I promised myself I’d avoid.
I pause, leaving the crown of my cock partly nestled inside her opening as I use one hand to balance her in position so my thumb can move to massage her clit through her sleep shorts.
“I want you inside me, Romeo,” she pleads.
“Fuck, Luc, please just take what I’m willing to give, and don’t ask for more. I—”
“Oh God. I’m … I’m coming,” she cries out.
That was quick.
I increase the pressure on her clit and push my cock in a fraction further. Every muscle in my body is strung tight, coiled with tension and desire.
I clench my teeth and groan because even this shallow, I can feel her pussy contracting around me. This is too much … goddamn torture, but even with the barrier of my underwear and her sleep shorts, she feels like heaven.
I bury my face in the crook of her neck as I will myself not to blow my load in my boxers. There may be slivers of fabric separating us, but I’m technically inside her, albeit a fraction, and I’m not wearing a rubber. I doubt she’s on birth control, and that’s a chance I’m not willing to take.
I continue my assault until she rides the last wave, and by some grace of God, I manage to hold off my own release.
The second her body goes limp and she slumps back onto the mattress in a sedated bliss, I place my flattened palms on either side of her, pushing myself up onto my knees and putting as much distance as I can between us.
There is a sweet smile curving her lips as her hooded eyes flicker down to my midsection. Specifically, the rock-hard cock that is still tenting my boxers.
I dip my chin in the same direction and notice the wet spot that’s now visible on my underwear. I’m not sure if it’s precum or her arousal, or possibly both.
“Want me to take care of that for you?” Lucia asks, sitting up and licking her lips with the confidence of a seasoned seductress.
“It’s … oh, fuck,” I groan when her hand moves down the front of my underwear, and her dainty fingers wrap around my girth. “I—”
“Please let me do this for you, Romeo.”
Jesus, the way she breathes out those words nearly unravels me. My balls draw up, and she hasn’t even stroked me yet. Just knowing her hands are on me is enough to shatter whatever common sense I have left.
I nod my head in agreement, because I’m not able to formulate the words. I’m expecting a hand job, but when she leans in, the head of my cock disappears between those plump lips of hers, and I’m done for. Done and dusted.
Fucking ruined.
I’m going to burn in hell for this, but right now, all I can do is marvel in the wonder of her mouth.
My fingers thread into her hair when her hand slides to the base of my shaft, and she proceeds to take more of me into her mouth. When the tip hits the back of her throat, she gags, but that doesn’t stop her.
Her eyes are glistening with unshed tears as she gazes up at me through her long, dark lashes. I stare down at her as she draws back and swallows me back down. These feelings she evokes are too much, and I already know I can’t hold off much longer.
This isn’t my first blowjob, far from it, and I can tell she’s inexperienced. She’s more than likely drawing on what she’s read in those damn books of hers, but there’s a raw sincerity in every touch.
Every glance hits deeper than anything polished or practised ever could. And regardless of who came before her, irrespective of how skilled they were in the bedroom, she’s already moved to the top of my list. Because what they all lacked was what I feel with her.
The connection.
The ache.
That impossible, overwhelming feeling that she’s the only one who’s ever really mattered.
She uses her free hand to cup my balls as she gently massages them with her fingers. My thumb ghosts over her cheek as something unspoken passes between us.
Lucia’s tongue swirls around the crown of my dick, and the moment she swallows me back down, I lose the battle.
“Ah, fuck. I’m—” I go to withdraw, but she cups my arse cheeks and holds me in place. I throw my head back and roar out, “Luuuu-cheeee-yaaaa!” as I blow my load down her throat.
She just wrecked me in ways I didn’t think possible, and whatever we were before this ... we’re not that anymore.
Not even close.