Chapter Fourteen
With my arm slung over Lucia’s shoulder and hers wrapped around my middle, we make our way out of the club. Neither of us pay attention to the cameras and reporters as we get into the car Remus promised would take us back to my place.
The drive back to my place with Lucia is filled with silence, it’s a palpable presence, like a living, breathing pulse that seems to grow stronger with each passing moment. Glancing over at Lucia, I can’t help but notice the way the streetlights cast shadows across her features, illuminating her in a soft glow.
After getting out of the car, I take her hand and drag her over to the elevator. The doors barely manage to slide close before I have her off the ground and pinned against the wall. Her legs wrap around my waist, and she moves her hands under my shirt and practically claws at me.
“Sawyer.” My name is like a prayer.
My lips descend on hers again. I waste no time sliding my tongue into her mouth, stroking hers while we both pant. My dick is throbbing in my suit pants, and I grind myself hard against her cunt. It’s taking all my self control not to rip her clothes off right now and bury myself in her tight heat.
We stumble out of the elevator when it reaches my apartment. Well, I’m the one doing the stumbling since I’m carrying Lucia, who refuses to stop kissing me. At the back of my mind, I remind myself this is a one-off. It’s only because it’s game night, and because we got married, and because I really need to fuck her.
“Fuck. You’re kissing me like you want to consume me,” I groan.
“You caught me,” she purrs, undulating her hips. “That’s my master plan. Now shut up and kiss me back.” This bossy, take-charge side of her is so fucking hot I groan into her mouth.
Reaching my bedroom, I set her down on her feet and loosen my tie. “What do you want, Lucia?” My tone is gruff.
I continue to undress while she looks up at me through hooded eyes. Then she kicks off her shoes and undoes her pants, pulling them down her long legs. Her thong is next to go, and she doesn’t break eye contact.
“Leave the shirt thingy on,” I rasp when she reaches for the hem.
“Oh, this old thing?” she pulls at it and does a little twirl so I can take it in from the back as well. “Yeah, I guess I can keep it on.”
Fuck, it looks good on her, and I might just fuck her while she’s wearing it.
Her eyes fall to the outline of my erection, and the way she licks her lips makes it grow harder. “Come over here and undress me,” I rasp.
Lucia hums when she reaches me, her hands going straight to my suit jacket. She painfully slowly pops each button before reaching up and pushing it off my shoulders. While I shrug it all the way off, she repeats the motions with my shirt. Her movements grow more and more impatient, making me smirk.
When she finally reaches my belt, she hums as she tugs it through the loops on my pants. Then she drops to her knees, looking up at me. “I want this,” she pants, answering my question from earlier.
Shaking my head, I grab her shoulders and pull her back up. “No,” I say, sternly.
“Why?” The incredulous look on her face makes me smirk down at her.
“I think we need to talk about boundaries.” I slowly open my pants, tug them down, and get rid of my socks. Leaving my boxer briefs on. “You like sucking cock, don’t you?”
She licks her lips again. “I liked sucking yours.”
I grunt in agreement because let’s be fucking honest; it was incredible. “Well, too bad. It’s not happening.”
She rears back like I’ve slapped her. “Don’t tell me you didn’t like it.” Heat burns in her bright, green eyes.
Unbothered by her reaction, I stroke my cock until it’s peaking out of the top of my boxer briefs. Precum leaks from the tip and onto my stomach. Sliding my finger through it, I hold it up and show it to her. “What do you like about it? The control or the taste?”
Her cheeks become red, but she doesn’t back down or look away. “Both,” she admits breathily.
Nodding, I wipe my finger on my boxer briefs and tug them down. My cock springs free, jutting out from my body. “I love eating pussy, Lucia. I fucking love the taste, and I’m the kind of guy who wants to play with his food.”
Realization dawns on her face, making her take a step back. Her eyes flick nervously between mine, like she’s looking for something in my gaze but isn’t finding it. “I-I can’t…”
“I know,” I rasp. “But it doesn’t seem right that you get to have my cock in your mouth if I can’t have my tongue deep inside your cunt.”
It doesn’t take a fucking genius to work out the link between Lucia’s aversion to my face being near her cunt and the scars on her thighs. I get it. Something really shitty happened to her. But she should have fucking told me upfront, so I knew what I was signing up for. Panic attacks and snuggling aren’t part of the package. So if that means we can only fuck and nothing else, so be it.
I wasn’t lying, though. I fucking love eating pussy.
“Get on the bed, Lucia. I want your ass in the air, and I want you to spread your ass cheeks for me.” Without hesitation, she gets into position, her head resting on the mattress. I chuckle when I see her lower lips are already swollen and glistening with her arousal. “Are you already wet for me?”
“Yes,” she moans.
I slowly move over to my nightstand, grabbing a condom before positioning myself behind her. I place one knee on the bed, and after I’ve rolled the rubber on, I nudge my cock against her wet opening. “Does this bother you?”
She shakes her head. “No.” Gripping her hips, I slowly feed her tight cunt inch by inch of my cock. She moans and wiggles her ass invitingly. “Don’t toy with me, Sawyer,” she pants in protest.
“You said I could use your body however I wanted,” I remind her. “Turns out you lied.”
Lucia freezes and lets go of her soft globes. Then she slowly pushes off the mattress so she can look back at me. “I didn’t know.”
I push further into her. “Didn’t know what?”
“That you wanted to eat me out.” Her eyes flutter closed when I bottom out inside her.
“Eyes open,” I command, wanting her to watch me fuck her. “Why didn’t you think I’d want to feast on your cunt?” Her pussy squeezes me tighter at my words.
“It’s never been… I mean…” She trails off, and I stop moving. When she finally speaks again, I ease my cock in and out of her. “No one has ever wanted to do it. It was either used as a punishment or… to control me.” Her eyes are glassy and her voice cracks on the last part. Still, her pussy squeezes me, and I groan.
“Is that the truth?” I rasp, thrusting into her at a steady pace.
“Y-yes.”
A single tear falls from her eye, and I lean forward, catching it on my finger. I stare at it like it’s a rare treasure, which I suppose in some ways it is. Lucia’s showing actual emotions, and this time she isn’t freaking the fuck out. I lick the salty droplet from my finger before I pick up my pace, slamming into her so hard she’s shoved forward and has to use her arms to steady herself.
The sounds of our bodies slapping together and moans are like a fucking symphony of destruction. One where I’m dishing it out while she takes it, escalating the punishing rhythm by pushing her ass back against me for more. My body is covered in sweat, and my hair has come loose from the bun I had it tied in. I’m gripping her hips so tight I won’t be surprised if I’m leaving bruises.
“I’m so close,” Lucia cries out. Then she moves one hand between her thighs, but I slap it away. “What? I want to come.”
I feel fucking feral for this woman, and I’m far from done with her yet. “Not yet, baby.”
Leaning forward, I take her hands and force them backward. She willingly lets me, trusting me to hold her up. “And I want you to come from my cock inside you. Can you do that for me, bunny?”
She doesn’t answer, but her moans turn to nonsensical words when I fuck her harder, ramming my cock all the way inside her with each thrust. Her cunt spasms, sucking me in deeper and tightening like it wants to keep me all the way inside her. I fuck her through her orgasm, then, without giving her time to come back down, I let go of her arms so she slumps forward.
“What the—”
I interrupt her panting moans. “Take your bra off and ride me,” I groan as I climb onto the bed and lie down on my back. “Show me how much you want my cock.”
It looks awkward for her to unclip the bra and slide the straps down her arms through the sleeves, but she does it and when done, throws it on the floor with a sinful smile. Then she straddles me while fisting my base, angling the tip toward her soaking cunt. Instead of slowly lowering herself, she slams down on me, completely sheathing me in her heat. Lucia tucks her legs beneath her and begins to move up and down on me, and I groan, loving the way her tits bounce in the sweater.
I’m tempted to have her take it off, but decide against it. There’s something so fucking dirty about fucking her while she’s wearing it. “Faster,” I groan, reaching under her sweater so I can palm her tits.
Throwing her head back, Lucia moans loudly. She begins to move faster, angling her hips so my pubic bone adds stimulation to her clit. I squeeze her tits, unable to just lie there while she fucks me so good. Every time she comes down, I thrust up and into her.
“Fuck… Lucia. Fuck!”
“Sawyer,” she cries. “Please… I need to… I have to—” she cuts herself off with a desperate moan.
I find her nipples and pinch them. “Come for me, wife.” My tone is so fucking husky. “Come all over my cock. Soak me in your wetness.”
A tingling sensation builds from my groin to my spine, building as my balls tighten. “Fuck,” I curse, viciously. My entire body tenses, and while I empty myself into the condom, Lucia cries out and her cunt holds me in a vise grip, not letting go until I’m spent.
Lucia collapses onto my chest, and before I know what I’m doing, I wrap my arms around her back, holding her closely. All I can hear are our panting breaths and the thundering beat of my heart. Fuck me, I don’t remember the last time I came that hard.
I reach for the condom and slide it off, careful to keep my jizz inside it. Then I tie it into a knot and throw it toward the bathroom door. I’ll deal with that shit in the morning. I’m way too tired and comfortable to move right now.
Once our breathing returns to normal, I ease her to the side and lazily move my hand up and down her back. That’s how we fall asleep; a married couple, with her head on my chest and her leg thrown over my hip.
I wake up with Lucia still in my arms. I can still smell her wet cunt, the scent lingering heavily in the air. De-fucking-licious. No wonder I have a raging boner right now. But it’s more than that. Her body fits perfectly against me, making me feel all… content and at peace.
Without a word, I roughly push her away. I don’t fucking cuddle. I’m a fuck them and leave them kinda guy, and just because the world thinks we’re in a happy relationship doesn’t mean I’m okay acting like it behind closed doors. But with the way my body’s reacting and my thoughts focusing on how good it feels, my brain isn’t getting the memo that the marriage isn’t real. So it’s time to end it. She complains in her sleep, but I don’t pay attention to her words, and instead of hanging around, I lock myself in the bathroom.
There’s a dull ache in my muscles from last night’s game, but the euphoria of the win courses through me, driving away any hint of discomfort. As I shower, I think back to the game. It wasn’t even a hard one. Well, not as hard as we thought it was going to be. But a win is a fucking win.
Getting dressed, I head to the kitchen. My stomach is growling for food, and I consider ordering a big fucking meal from somewhere. But decide against it, not wanting to wait for delivery. So I throw together some eggs, bacon, and toast. The sizzling of the frying pan almost masks Lucia’s quiet footsteps.
“Good morning,” she chirps. She looks sleepy, her red hair in disarray, but she’s still wearing the sweater from last night. In other words, she looks amazing. Having her around like this is definitely something I could get used to.
Fuck, no. There’s no getting used to anything. This. Is. Not. Real. It isn’t real now, and it’ll never be more than a fucking sham. So no matter how sexy she looks, or the fact we’re legally married, this has to stop.
“You hungry?” I ask, and when she nods, I crack a few more eggs open and add more bacon to the mix. “Coffee’s ready.”
She wordlessly opens cupboards, looking for my cups until I sigh and point to the correct one. She pours us both a decent amount before asking, “How do you take yours?”
“Black.”
When I’m done with the food, I carry it over to the island where she’s sitting, opting to stand opposite of her instead of sitting.
“Why are you still wearing that?” I ask, pointing at her sweater. She’s put on a sorry excuse for panties that barely cover her ass, but her legs are bare.
She frowns around a piece of bacon. “I thought you liked it.”
I run my hand down my face and reach for my coffee, gulping it down. “It’s not game night, so you don’t have to wear my number. Besides, didn’t I tell you to be naked when you’re in my apartment?”
Hurt flashes across her green eyes, but she lifts her chin up. “Fine,” she snaps. Red spots break out on her neck and chest, probably from anger.
I don’t look away while she pulls it off. Fuck me, her tits look biteable. I really should have made her take the sweater off last night. Oh well. Tilting my head to the side, I look at her. “And your panties.”
“Don’t push me, Sawyer,” she growls, and dammit, it’s hot.
“Are you going back on your word already, wife?” I don’t even pretend to hide the fact I’m eye-fucking her so hard as she slides off the stool and tugs her panties down. “There we go. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” I say, secretly loving the daggers she glares at me while she sits her perky ass back down.
“You’re such a jerk,” she hisses.
I shrug because she’s not wrong. “You didn’t think anything had changed because of last night, did you?” I know I sound like a condescending dick, I just don’t care enough to do anything about it.
“Why would I think that?” she asks saccharinely, baring her teeth. “Because you kissed me? Or because you were actually somewhat… nice? Or maybe because you married me?”
Throwing my head back, I laugh so hard my entire body is shaking. Oh shit, this is too fucking funny. The way she curls her upper lip in distaste and the anger in her eyes is strangely adorable. Just as I get my laughter under control, she scrunches up her nose like a fucking bunny of all things, and the thought makes it hard to stop laughing.
Lucia continues, ignoring me completely. “Or maybe it’s because you told me to keep the sweater on. No, that couldn’t be it, could it? Tell me something, Sawyer.” She narrows her eyes. “Why did you think I would think that anything had changed?”
I run my hand down my face, trying to wipe the amused grin away. Not that I succeed. “Awww, bunny,” I coo. My grin grows as more red splotches of anger spread across her neck and chest. “Let me make myself perfectly clear. Apart from thinking about sinking my dick into your tight cunt, I don’t think about you. Drop the mind games and, for your own sake, don’t read too much into anything. You’d just be wasting your time.”
“So that’s how it’s going to be?”
Nodding, I fold my arms across my chest. “‘Fraid so, bunny. I thought I’d made it more than clear that when we’re here, I only care about what’s between your legs. And when we’re out there…” I gesture toward the windows. “…I only care about my image.”
“You’re disgusting,” she spits.
I shrug again. “Maybe so. But you’re the one who sought me out and married me. Don’t fucking forget that.” Leaning closer, I take her hand and pull it onto my hardening cock. “This is what you sold yourself for, bunny. Don’t start crying about it now. Especially not when you creamed all over me while I fucked you like a whore last night.”
“Do. Not. Call. Me. Fucking. Bunny.” With those words, she picks up her cup and swirls the now cold coffee in my face, making me burst out laughing again. “Dick,” she growls as she spins around and marches away.