Chapter 20
Oh my God.
I couldn’t feel my toes. Maybe I had never actually given myself a real orgasm. It certainly had never been like that! I eased my fingers’ grip from Lucas’ shoulders, sure I’d left marks, and sighed as he kissed down my jaw over my neck again. I jerked a bit as his thumb brushed over my clit and he chuckled against my neck.
“Sensitive?” he asked, lifting his head to stare down at me.
“A little…” I managed to croak out, still in shock at my body’s response to him.
He quirked an eyebrow and slid his finger out of me slowly, bringing it up to his mouth, before sucking my wetness off of it, while making direct eye contact. I was blushing again. This man had just made me have my first real orgasm and seen me half-naked, and I was blushing because he was tasting me.
“I can’t think of any better taste in the world,” he said, voice low, as if reading my thoughts. He braced his hands on either side of my head, and leaned down, kissing me again. He settled his hips against mine, pressing into me. He was rock hard. I had felt him hard before, during other make out sessions, but nothing had gone this far. He was always holding back, making sure I was ready. Despite the fact that I had just orgasmed, the feel of him pressing against my core, was causing my heart rate to pick up again.
I wrapped my legs around him and ground back against him, swirling my hips. He groaned, breaking the kiss off, looking down at me.
“We don’t have to do anything else, Becks,” he said, softly. “There’s zero obligation.”
I blinked up at him. It hadn’t ever been like this for me. The boy in high school hadn’t even known what he was doing and my first time had been over within a minute of him slamming into me.
Clark hadn’t ever given a shit enough to make me orgasm. I was new to the foreplay world. I was always doing things for the men in my life. I had learned to dread sex and never expect anything. Lucas had awoken something in me and caused me to want to give him something back. I needed to give him something back. I didn’t feel obligated.
“I know,” I replied. “I want to.”
I moved a hand down between us and gripped him through his pants, squeezing softly.
“Fuck,” Lucas tensed, gritting his teeth, a muscle feathering along his jaw.
I unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them slowly, pushing them down, along with his boxer briefs, until they were below his ridiculously tight ass. Then he was in my hand. Hot and hard, but soft. I squeezed him gently as his mouth met mine, kissing me hard, driving his tongue into my mouth. I stroked him from base to tip. He was so long and had so much more girth than my ex had. It was slightly intimidating. Especially thinking of the fact I hadn’t had sex in thirteen years. Did I want to have sex tonight? I cared about Lucas and maybe even loved him, which was terrifying in such a short amount of time.
“Get out of your head, Becks. I don’t expect the whole package tonight,” his words rumbled against my flesh as he kissed down my neck. Sliding my thumb over the tip of him, spreading the bead of pre-cum that had begun leaking out of him he growled softly, thrusting his hips harder into my hand.
“Do I want you? Fuck, you have no idea how much I want you, Rebecca Wareman. Have I imagined fucking you senseless? Every way there is and maybe inventing a few positions of our own,” he was practically growling at this point, “but I never want it to feel like a reciprocation or an obligation. I want you to be so mindless with wanting me, that you are absolutely sure when I take you.”
My skin was on fire again. This man and his words were going to be the death of me. I was stroking him faster now, squeezing a bit harder, and twisting my hand when I reached the tip of him. I pushed him over, twisting us and maneuvering until I was on top. I sat back on his thighs, staring down at him as he gazed up at me with a storm raging in his gray eyes. He was fucking huge. If I had thought the feel of him was intimidating it had nothing compared to the visual. I wrapped both hands around him and continued my motions, as he began thrusting up into them, panting my name.
“I’m not going to last long,” he warned, “I’ve wanted you for far too long.”
“I want to watch you come,” I said, holding his eyes with my own.
“Jesus, Becks,” he groaned, moving his hand down over mine and guiding me, showing me how he liked it. It was different than when Clark had told me I was stupid or doing it wrong. I wanted to make Lucas feel as good as he had made me feel. I let him move my hand, using it to stroke himself as I watched..
Watching him move in and out of my hand was causing wetness to spread again under my leggings and I moved my hips restlessly as he muttered to himself.
“I’m gonna come,” he warned, moving as though to pull me away.
I gripped him tighter, refusing to move, and lowered my head, sucking just the tip of him inside my mouth. He yelled my name as he exploded, flooding my mouth with his taste as I moaned softly around him, swallowing down every last drop.
He continued to come hard, arching his hips up, pushing himself further into my mouth as I continued swallowing everything he gave me.
“Becks, God,” he said, threading his fingers through my hair and pulling me up and over him to kiss me again.
He was panting and shaking a little and it made me feel powerful and content, at the effect I’d had on him. Lucas pulled back, bringing my forehead down to rest against his.
“I don’t think I can ever let you walk away after this, Becks,” he said softly.
“I don’t think I want you to,” I replied.
He wrapped his arms around me tight, tucking my head down and holding me close. We lay together, wrapped up in each other for who knows how long. I felt safe, replete, and happy. I still felt a flicker of fear deep down, that it was all too good to be true. I was waiting for something bad to happen. The monster in the closet to make itself known. Wondering when it was all going to be ripped away from me.
I grew drowsy against Lucas’ body and I felt him kiss my head right before I drifted off to sleep.
Blinking wearily as the sun shone straight into my face. I patted beside me confused. How the hell had I gotten into bed? I was wearing one of my oversized shirts with the leggings from last night. I heard my shower running. Lucas must have moved me in here sometime during the night and put the shirt on me. That was a testament to how safe I felt with him. Usually the slightest noise woke me.
I flopped onto my back and stared up at the ceiling, the previous night running through my head. It had been the most perfect evening.
“Did I wake you?”
I sat straight up in bed, staring across the room at a very wet, half naked Lucas Marshall. I raised my eyebrows. He really was absolutely covered in tattoos.
“The pink towel really compliments your complexion,” I laughed, throwing my head back.
“I mean, I could lose the towel, baby. If you like what you see?” he replied, reaching down and jerking it off in one quick motion.
“Oh,” I said, taking him in, water from the shower still beading on his skin. He was absolute perfection and I had to fight checking my chin for drool.
“Do you, Becks? Do you like what you see?” he asked gruffly, stepping towards the end of the bed and placing his hands down on it, glowering up at me.
My stomach did that little flip thing that I’d only heard other women speak about. He looked like a predator right now and I had a primal need to be his prey.
I cleared my throat, “The view is rather nice this morning,” I replied, blushing, as a cocky grin spread across his face. He was absolutely gorgeous in the light of the morning sun. And he was naked in my bedroom, and all mine.
“Rather nice, huh? So proper this morning. I can hardly believe this is the same woman I had cumming on my fingers last night, Rebecca.” He yanked the covers off and grabbed my ankles, tugging me down towards the end of the bed as I shrieked.
“What are you doing?”
“Breakfast,” he growled, tugging my leggings down.
“Breakfast?” I stuttered, raising up on my elbows to watch him throw my leggings behind him.
“I need another taste, Rebecca,” he said, running his hands up my legs and grabbing my panties.
“Lucas,” I said, warily. No one had ever done this to me. No one had even ever asked or wanted to.
“I’ve never….”
His eyes softened as he smiled at me,“Stop thinking so hard,” he said, tugging me again until my ass met the end of the bed, before he dropped to his knees.
“Just feel. Let me make you come again. I’m going to use my tongue and you’re going to feel amazing.” He placed his calloused palms on the inside of my thighs and pushed them open wide.
I was still perched on my elbows, watching him in disbelief, as he lowered his head, while holding eye contact with me.
He pressed his tongue against me, pushing until just the tip parted my folds, and gave me one full swipe from entrance to clit causing my head to fall back.
“So good,” He whispered from between my thighs. I lifted my head back up to meet his eyes that had darkened again, and all the breath in my body left on a shaky exhale. He scooted closer to the bed on his knees and pushed my thighs wider to fit the breadth of his shoulders. He moved an arm up, placing his hand on my chest and pushing until I fell onto my back off my arms.
I could feel his breath against me. His thumbs moved to part my folds gently, and he placed his lips around my clit and sucked.
“So fucking good,” he said, lips moving against my clit.
“Lucas!” I cried out breathlessly, trying to jerk away from the overwhelming sensations. He kept his lips firmly against me, sucking at my clit, as his hands gripped my waist, holding me in place.
I couldn’t close my thighs against the onslaught of feelings because his broad shoulders were between them, holding me open to him. I was completely at his mercy, and realizing that I enjoyed it, surprised me. I gripped the fitted sheet in both of my hands tightly as he began flicking his tongue against my swollen nub. My hips arched, moving against him.
“Oh my God.” My thighs squeezed his shoulders tightly as I looked down at his dark head bobbing between my legs. The sight was so erotic it made me squirm more as he moaned like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted.
He pulled back, letting me hear his lips pop off of me, “You’re so beautiful, coming apart for me, Rebecca,” he said, “I could do this every morning. Ride my face baby.”
He ducked his head back down, driving his tongue as far inside of me as he could, like he was kissing me, swirling it and lapping. The sounds his mouth was making against my wetness were obscene, but I didn’t care. He was eating me like I was the only thing he would need to sustain him for the rest of his life. I couldn’t even think straight anymore.
I felt his finger teasing my entrance sliding just the tip in as he worked his mouth back up to my clit swirling his tongue around it.
“Lucas, yes, please!” I begged.
“What do you need, Becks?” he asked with his lips pressed against me.
“I need you inside me,” I gasped.
In response, he slid his finger inside me in one motion to the knuckle, crooking it against that spot he’d found last night, as his lips latched onto my clit sucking hard. I was coming undone, so fast. I was helpless to how my body responded to him. It had always taken me forever to reach a point I’d thought I was orgasming by myself, while he had me a writhing mess within minutes.
He added another finger, scissoring them inside of me, stretching and thrusting them as he lashed my clit repeatedly with his tongue. I was right on the edge, gasping, my hips undulating against him.
“Lucas!” I cried out “Oh God! I’m so close!” I gasped, breathing hard.
He started fucking me faster with his fingers, harder, moving against my g-spot repeatedly, as he sucked at me, and everything went white in my vision. My body felt hot and cold at the same time as I fell over the edge. This orgasm had a sharp edge to it as I came apart, shaking, and practically screaming his name mindlessly, as he continued moving his fingers, working me through it. My back bowed off the bed as I thrust my hips against his mouth and fingers.
I felt weightless and all I knew was his tongue as I rode the high. When I came back to myself, he was kissing across my pelvis and up my stomach, until he reached up and brushed some hair off of my face, kissing my lips softly.
“Good morning, by the way,” he whispered.
I just stared up at him, laying my hand on his cheek, wondering how this had come to be.