Chapter 3 Lucas #2
Her tits are perfect. She’s got the prettiest pink nipples I’ve ever seen, and I lean forward, my hands massaging each breast as I suck a nipple into my mouth.
She moans out, and I smile with pride at the way I’m making her feel. I wonder if she’s wet. Because I know for a fact my cock is harder than it’s ever been. And we’ve barely even made out.
I keep sucking on her breasts, my mouth devouring each one in turn.
“Oh, Lucas,” she whispers, and I like the way she says my name. All breathy and horny. It makes me want her even more. If that’s at all possible.
She grabs the sides of my face with both of her hands, and tilts my head until we’re gazing into each other’s eyes. “Kiss me,” she says, leaning forward.
“I’m going to kiss you everywhere,” I tell her, making her a solemn promise.
I lift her off her feet, spinning her in one quick movement and depositing her on the bed. She laughs lightly as I race over top of her, capturing her mouth with mine. The kiss starts slow and lazy and within seconds turns feral.
I move down her body, pushing her sweats down as I go, memorizing every single curve of her body.
I press my palms flat against her thighs, spreading her legs just for me.
She’s got on an irresistible pair of white lace panties that drive me completely mad.
“I need to taste every part of you. Kiss you everywhere like I promised.”
She smiles, her cheeks tinged pink. “Did you promise?”
I gaze into her eyes. “To you? Yes, always.” I hook my thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slide them down her long, tan legs. My chest does this weird flip thing as her hands fly through my hair. “You want me to eat this beautiful pussy, don’t you?”
She squeezes her eyes shut, leaning her head back. “God, yes please. It’s been so long.”
I lower my head to suck her clit into my mouth, thinking about the lucky bastard who got to taste her last and why he’d ever give this up. She tastes like heaven, and I make out with her sweet cunt as my cock begs for more.
I’m still fully clothed as she lay here completely naked for me. I push a finger deep inside her, and she moans out once more. The sound makes my chest do the weird flip again, and my whole system nearly goes haywire as she thrusts her hips in my direction.
Damn. I love how sensitive she is to my touch. Makes me want to keep touching her. She’s soaked and I lap at her wetness like a man on the brink of dehydration.
I flatten my tongue against her clit as she bucks against me once more. I gaze up at her, and she’s the most breathtaking sight I’ve ever seen, but I can tell she’s close to detonating. Close to coming all over my tongue, and her cries and moans intensify.
I keep pumping my fingers deep inside her as she fucks my fingers. She’s so fucking needy, and the sight of her turns me on. However, I’m afraid she’ll wake up the house, so I race up her body and close my mouth over hers.
Our kiss is pure madness as I continue to finger fuck her. She breaks the kiss, moaning a bit too loudly and I smile wide.
“You have to keep it quiet, baby.” I keep pumping my fingers inside her as I kiss her once more.
“It’s been so long since anyone has made me feel this good.”
I take that as a challenge. “Fuck that, I’m going to make you feel better than anyone ever has before.”
Her eyes shine as I press the pad of my thumb against her clit. Her nails rake down my back and she bundles my shirt, trying to get it off me. But right now I'm more focused on her release. On making her feel better than ever before.
I’m a man on a mission… and I always succeed.
I kiss her once more as her body builds closer and closer toward her orgasm. I continue fucking her with my hands as my tongue traces over hers. My heart’s racing, and my cock’s throbbing with the need to fuck her.
“I’m coming,” she whisper-cries close to my ear. “Oh god, Lucas. I can’t…”
“Come all over my fingers. I need to feel you,” I tell her, picking up speed with my fingers.
She lets loose, and her body spasms out of control… and it’s honestly the best thing I’ve ever seen. My body grows hungry for more, and I remove my hand after the last wave of her orgasm settles, and toss off my shirt.
Next I make quick work of my pants and boxers, and I hustle back down to the bed, and settle myself between her legs.
“You’re so fucking hot when you come. I want to make you come a few more times tonight.”
She blushes, her eyes blazing into mine. “I’ve never come more than once a night in my life.”
“Time to explore new things,” I tell her, fisting my cock in my hand.
She moves her hand between our bodies, reaching out for my dick. I groan as her fingers come into contact with my hard skin. “You’re way too big,” she tells me, and I smile at her as I lean down to kiss along her neck.
She wraps her hand around my hardness, and I groan once more as white-hot heat shines behind my eyelids. “Now who needs to be quiet?”
I laugh lightly, kissing along her soft skin. And then our bodies ignite, my cock growing even harder in her hands.
“I need you inside me,” she whispers along the ridge of my ear.
“Your wish is my command,” I say, leaning up so I can gaze into her eyes. And then something happens. It’s like our eyes stay connected and neither of us breathes as our hearts beat in unison.
In this moment I want to tell her I’ll forever work on making every wish of hers come true for the rest of her life, but I can’t say that. It would be a lie.
This is nothing more than tonight. This is nothing more than Melanie and I enjoying the company of each other this one time.
“What?” she whispers when I don’t make any effort to slam inside her. “What are you thinking right now?”
I smooth a hand over her hair. “I wish I could promise you more.”
“I wish you could too,” she whispers, and I kiss her the moment the last word leaves her fuckable lips.
We keep kissing as she guides my dick closer to her entrance. I stop for two seconds to fish a condom out of my wallet, and she watches as I rip the foil and slide the condom over my cock.
I push the tip of my engorged dick inside her.
“Ah,” she whines slightly. “It’s so big.”
I give her a bit to let her acclimate to my size, and once she’s ready, I push in deeper. Breathing hard, I tip my forehead to hers. “You feel so fucking good,” I whisper, her lips curving into a smile as I do.
“So do you.”
And then something takes over. It’s like a beast is unleashed as I keep pushing my cock deeper and deeper inside her, claiming her as mine. Mine for tonight.
I keep moving, shoving my dick further and further as her legs wrap around my back. We’re probably being so noisy, but I no longer care.
All I care about is this feeling. Making it last.
I slide my hand toward her pussy, wanting to play with her clit. I need to make her come. I won’t stop fucking her until I do, and at this rate I need to make her come again quickly. It’s been so fucking long, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt anyone quite like Melanie.
She’s way outta my league, and I’m the luckiest bastard on the planet right now. I want to make sure I deserve her.
I keep toying with her clit as her nails rake down my back. She lands on my ass, squeezing, pushing, and bringing me closer to her. “Come for me, Mel. Come all over me.”
“I’m so close,” she moans out, and I quicken my pace, wanting to fuck her into oblivion.
Our bodies move together, creating a rhythm only we can hear. I keep pushing deeper and deeper, until she’s whispering my name in reverence against my cheek. I kiss her once more, to silence her and to taste her all at the same time.
Our foreheads push together as I keep pumping in and out of her. Over and over. Again and again. I’m fucking her into the mattress, and she hangs on for dear life.
“I’m coming,” she moans out, and I marvel at the feeling of her.
Oh fuck. She’s so tight. “I feel you,” I tell her, my own orgasm creeping closer with each thrust. I keep going, not stopping even to catch my breath as my orgasm looms just out of reach. I can’t get enough of her, and I don't ever want this to end.
“Melanie,” I whisper when I feel like I might crack. Might break down from the intensity happening inside my chest right now.
My orgasm crashes through me, taking away the pain and replacing it with something so much better. I kiss her once more, not wanting this to be over, and suddenly realizing we have all night.
And I'm nowhere near done with her.
We lie together in a mess of tangled limbs and heavy breathing as we try to recover from what can only be described as the best fuck of my life.
I glance over at her, and she’s lying on her back, eyes pointed toward the ceiling. “You okay?”
She rolls to her side to face me, a big smile on her face. “I’m so much better than that.”
I give her a quick kiss as I rush to the bathroom to discard the condom. When I come back, Melanie’s eyes clock my every movement.
“Come here,” she whispers, patting the side of the bed next to her.
“Gladly,” I tell her, sliding in under the cover beside her.
We lean closer, kissing each other. I’m gentle with her as I lay her head onto the pillow, my body hovering over her.
“You’re beautiful,” I tell her, but feeling like that word just doesn’t do her justice.
“You’re actually more than that…” I don’t know how to finish this sentence.
To tell her exactly how I’m feeling in this moment right now.
“I’ve never been great with words. I’m more of a protector.
A fighter. But what I feel right now toward you is nothing I’ve ever felt before in my life. ”
I feel like I should tell her we can date long distance. We can try to make this work.
“I feel the same,” she whispers with a radiant smile gracing her features. “I really like you, Lucas.”
“I really like you too.” I move my hand between our bodies, wanting to play with her once more, but she shakes her head.
“No, I want to feel you again,” she demands, and my cock jumps to life at her words. She reaches down, fisting my dick in her hand as it hardens more and more. “I want you inside me for the rest of the night.”
We come together in slow motion, and I push inside her.
I’m being reckless. Careless. But I don’t have another condom, and it was pure luck I even had that one.
I haven’t had sex in… it’s kind of embarrassing to admit…
but years. Yes, it’s been fucking years, and I’m not about to deny Melanie what she wants.
So, I give it to her. I push further inside her, our bodies moving slowly together. This time we’re not in any rush to get there. We take our time learning each other. I trace my tongue over every part of her. She runs her fingers over my tattoos, and I silently beg for this night to never end.
When sleep finally finds us, it’s on the bed, her tucked beneath my arm, my palm curved around the rise and fall of her ribs. The fire has become a quiet orange eye.
My phone buzzes at dawn.
I shift without waking her and slide the screen up. Dean. Of course.
“Yeah,” I answer, voice low.
“Wheels up in two hours,” he says. “Short notice—client’s asset tried to move up a departure window. Asher’s already prepping. You’re on it.”
I look at Melanie’s eyelashes fanned against her cheek, at the curve of her hand where it rests on my chest like she put it there and then forgot to move it. “Copy,” I say, because that’s the only answer there ever is. “Send the packet.”
“Check your email. Snow’s incoming—leave buffer,” Dean says. A beat. “You good?”
“Always,” I say again, softer this time.
He hangs up. The call leaves an echo racing through me. I don’t want to leave, but reality creeps back in.
I ease out from under the blanket, careful, gentle. She stirs, eyes blinking open, sleep-blurry and unfairly pretty.
“Hey,” she breathes, smiling like the night was what I think it was and not some version my brain invented to keep me warm.
“Hey,” I say, crouching beside the bed. “I’ve got to go.” I hate how the words sound like an apology.
She pushes up on one elbow. “Work?”
“Yeah. Out of town.” I brush a strand of hair off her forehead, and my hand lingers longer than it should. “I’ll call you.”
Her smile shifts—smaller, realer. She nods. “Okay.”
“Okay,” I repeat, because I need to hear it back.
I find Asher in the mudroom lacing boots with the efficiency of a man who’s had a go-bag packed since birth. He looks up, reads my face with one quick pass, and doesn’t comment.
“Snow by nine,” he says. “We’ll beat it.”
“I’ll drive first shift,” I tell him, shouldering my pack.
“Figures,” he says, and there’s amusement in it.
I shove my phone in my pocket, run a last scan of the cabin without thinking—windows, locks, stove off, dogs accounted for. Charlotte appears in the kitchen doorway with a robe and her baby bump and the kind of knowing smile only best friends can wear without getting punched.
“Be safe,” she says, hugging Asher, then me. Quietly to me: “We like her for you.”
“I noticed,” I say.
Melanie appears at the edge of the hall, blanket draped around her shoulders like a cape. We just look at each other for a beat. I wish for a lot of things in that second that don’t fit into a go-bag. Most of all I wish for more time that isn’t borrowed.
“I’ll call,” I say again, because it’s the only promise I can make that won’t break.
She nods, smile brightening into something mischievous because she’s her and she can’t help making the air around her lighter. “Don’t make me post a thirst trap to get your attention.”
“You wouldn’t need to,” I say, and earn the laugh I wanted.
Asher bangs the door with his shoulder, and cold air rolls in. I step out onto the porch, breath ghosting in the early chill. The ridge is a line of ink, the sky a wash of white waiting to fall.
I glance back. She’s standing there with the blanket and the dogs and the mountains at her back, and for a second it feels like a photograph I’ll keep in my head—sharp, composed, perfectly lit.
“See you,” she says.
“See you,” I echo, and head into the kind of morning that always comes for men like me. The engine turns over. The tires bite road. Work is a straight line when I’m driving it.
That’s the simple part.
The complicated part is how, two miles down the mountain, I’m already reaching for the phone in my pocket just to be sure I have her number where I thought I saved it.
I don’t do complicated.
But I’m pretty sure complicated just did me.