Chapter Seven
Rochelle
In my dream, everything feels too hot, and my pussy is tightening around something but it just doesn’t feel like enough. I grind and grind but I just can’t reach what I want…
“Rochelle.”
My eyes open, my hips are still moving, and immediately I realize the problem with my dream.
Lucas has two fingers indie me, but it doesn’t compare to the girth of him. That’s when I know I’m ruined for anything and anyone else.
“Look at you,” he says in the dim light between us, “riding my fingers so eagerly.”
How does he do this to me? How does he make me so desperate and needy?
He brings his mouth to me and kisses my clit, causing my hips to jerk and a shocked sound to escape my throat.
“Do you need to come again?” he asks. “Because I’m ready to fill you again if that’s what you want.”
I look at the clock, it’s shortly after two, he has only had ninety or so minutes of downtime, but fuck I need this. Every nerve in my body is pulled taut, every cell in my blood stream vibrating with desperation.
He licks my clit and my hips buck again and I whimper.
When he pulls his fingers from me, they are wrinkles from the moisture, but he sucks them clean anyway, reminding me of the way he sucked my taste from my panties in the library.
“Roll over for me Rochelle, let me see that perfect ass of yours.”
I do as I’m told, completely under his command because I know I need what only he can give me.
As soon as I’m on all fours, he squeezes my ass with both hands, kneading me in circles, opening me wide, and then closing me again.
I look down, past my breasts that hang heavily, nipples brushing against the duvet, and past my belly. Between my spread knees, I can see his cock, hard and weeping and ready to give me what I need.
“You’re still swollen,” he says, swiping a finger over me from behind. “Are you sure you can go again?”
“Yes,” I say. It’s the first word since I woke up, and it comes out scratchy, so I say it again. “Yes.”
I watch him take his cock and lift it to line it up with me, revealing his large balls.
“Like what you see?” he asks.
I don’t have time to answer properly because he thrusts in with one long, fast push, and words no longer make sense to me.
It feels so magnificent, the stretch, the ache, the way his balls slap against me.
“You’re taking me so well,” he says. It sounds like he is talking through his teeth. “So hot, so tight…”
He has both hands on my hips, holding me where he needs me, his cock deeper now than when I was on my back. Then he slides one hand around and finds my clit with his finger tips, but instead of pressing, he slides his fingers apart, and rubs either side of it.
“I’m going to make you come harder this time,” he grunts. “You’re going to milk me dry again, take everything I have.”
I’m already close, but his rough fingers either side of my clit is driving me wild. It’s like the edge is right there to reach, but he is keeping it just far enough away to make me savage.
I’m meeting him thrust for thrust now, chasing what’s just out of reach while he says all kinds of dirty things to me.
I never imagined he could have such a filthy mouth, and I never thought for a minute I would enjoy it so much.
When I can’t take it any longer, I shift my weight onto one hand and reach for my clit, but he beats me to it, rubbing a firm circle and causing lights to flash behind my eyelids.
He calls my name this time, it comes out strained as he throbs himself empty inside me again. All I can feel is him as pleasure washes through me, over me, lighting me up.
We don’t stop until we are both shaking, drained from the exertion. He slides out of me, still half hard this time, but doesn’t move fast enough to catch the cum he drags out of me with the end of his cock.
“Fuck,” he mutters, flipping me over and looking at me. “It’s okay,” he says. “It was only a small amount.”
Then his eyes come up to mine and soften.
“You’re so beautiful, but like this, spread out and spent in front of me… you’re divine, Rochelle.”
He brings his mouth to one nipple, then the other, sucking each one lightly until my body jerks with the overstimulation.
“Go to sleep, babygirl.”
I do.
The next time I wake up, it’s with his mouth on me.
I don’t think I’ve ever known anyone to be so hungry for pussy before, not like this.
It’s soft at first, but when I move my legs wider to give him better access, he sees I’m awake and turns feral.
I climax in seconds, and while my pussy is still clenching around nothing, he thrusts inside me and cums again, weaker this time, but still.
The clock reads five in the morning, now, and I think I’ve died at some point in the night. My legs feel numb, my throat is hoarse, my core feels like it’s been ravaged in the best possible way.
Lucas is lying behind me, pulling me against him. “That’s my good girl,” he says softly against my hair. “So good at taking everything I have to give.”
I shiver as aftershock works its way through me, and he cups my mound with his big hand.
“You’re mine now, Rochelle.”
“Yes,” I agree weakly, because there’s no way I could ever be anyone else’s. Not after tonight.
There’s a sound I don’t recognize bleeping nearby. It takes a second for me to realize it’s Lucas’s alarm. I smack the top of it hard enough that it slides from the bedside table and lands on the floor with a thunk.
The bed is empty beside me, and I can hear the shower running, the bathroom door slightly ajar.
I ache in the best way. When I touch myself, I find I’m still horny for him. I’ve never been like this before. Almost insatiable. But the knowledge that when we leave this room, we go back to being the Duke and his sisters best friend…
I throw back the blanket and stand on my wobbly legs before making my way through to the bathroom.
Lucas in the shower is a sight I never want to stop looking at.
The shower is large and open, and he is slightly turned away, soap running down his body in rivulets as he washes his dark hair.
My hand immediately goes to my pussy, my thighs a sticky mess as gravity pulls his cum from me. I start teasing myself, lifting my other hand to my breast and squeezing.
He turns and notices me there, instantly hardening.
“Want to join me?” he asks, but all I manage in response is an eager nod.
I step forward into the spray of the water and his mouth finds mine.
He brings his lips to mine and kisses me deeply.
I take his length in my hands. It’s the first time I’ve really touched him like this.
His skin is smooth, his cock is ridged and veiny, and he moans when I stoke him in a way that goes straight to my lower belly and sits there.
“Rochelle, I won’t last long if you keep going. Tell me what you want so I can give it to you.”
I think for a moment. He has already given me so much throughout the night, but selfishly, I need more.
I turn around and press myself against the glass panel, lifting my ass. He knows instantly what I’m asking for and wastes no time sliding into me.
“You’re so slick,” he says, pulling my wet hair away from my face and letting it drop in heavy tendrils down my back.
I watch our reflection in the mirror, him leaning back slightly, hands on my hips, his knees bent, watching where his cock slides in and out of me.
“Look,” I pant. “Look in the mirror.”
His eyes come up and meet mine before taking in the reflection. My tits pressed against the glass, my pussy, soapy and wet in full view, his shaft sliding in and out.
“Fuck,” he grunts and I know he is close.
I quickly slide a hand between my legs and rub my still spent clit viciously.
“Yes,” his voice is almost broken, his eyes trained on our reflection.
“Look how hot you are—” he breaks off as his head falls back and his movements stutter, his balls shaking as his body does while he comes.
He looks amazing. The sounds he makes, something between a possessive growl and a desperate plea send me over the edge and I slap the wet glass as the orgasm takes over.
We collapse to the floor, still joined, and I ride out the rest of my orgasm reverse cowgirl as he brings his knees up. I cup his balls, squeezing lightly, and he cries out and jerks his hips upwards involuntarily.
When the orgasm finally subsides, I lift myself off him and turn around, straddling him again on the floor of his shower.
“I don’t want to go back to real life,” I admit, the water beating down over us. He cups both my breasts in his hands.
“Me neither,” he says.