Chapter 17
Harper
I’m staring at Lucien, goosebumps running across my skin as he leans in closer and closer, watching my every move.
There must be something wrong with me because watching Lucien beat up Tesson was the first time I really felt like I could trust him.
Actions have always spoken louder than words for me, and the way he hurt that man who attacked me was measured.
Like he wanted to make sure Tesson suffered for what he did to me.
Lucien might not know it, but I’ve wanted someone to teach Tesson a lesson from the first time I saw him punch a kid in the school yard, the first time I saw him steal someone’s lunch or destroy their books and paper for no reason.
I might have been a better fighter than him, but I couldn’t hurt him because of who his father was and because of what his family might do to mine.
Tesson may have finally learned that his name wouldn’t protect him from everyone, and I was glad he learned the lesson.
I mean, the prick wanted to force me to marry him by knife point.
Still, the attraction between Lucian and I has been growing and growing.
It was only my lack of trust in him pulling us apart.
I’m still not entirely sure that I can trust him at this point, but I really want to.
I think I can.
“Harper,” he whispers, his lips an inch from mine.
I swallow. “Yes.”
“I want you to be mine.”
My head swims. “I don’t know.”
“Maybe just try me out,” he says softly, and then his lips meet mine.
It’s like the waves crashing wildly against the shore. His lips are hard, strong, and powerful, claiming mine as his own as he slants his lips over mine. I lean in closer to him, and his hand moves from my face and digs into my hair, tilting me to give him better access.
Parting my lips, I gasp in air, and his tongue dives inside my mouth, scraping against the top of my mouth in a way that makes every hair on my body stand on end.
Heat rushes over me, and I clamp my thighs together, trying to gain control once more.
But just as I thought I might be back in control, his lips break from mine, and he begins making his way down my neck. Kissing. Sucking. Nuzzling.
My nipples harden, and I‘m gasping in deep breaths. My heartbeat is racing. I don’t want to keep control any longer. I just want to ease the sense of desire burning inside of me. And I can’t think of anyone better to do it with than Lucien.
A man I’ve already seen knows his way around a bedroom.
I grab his shirt and begin to undo the buttons with sharp movements.
He freezes for just a moment as I work my way down his shirt, but then he goes right back to sucking on my neck.
I get the buttons undone, then carefully remove the shirt, aware of his injury.
The material hits the floor, and my greedy hands run over the hard lines of his stomach and chest, tracing each muscle.
I’m remembering every time I’d watched him training and desperately wanted to touch him, then when I finally did get to touch him and how amazing that was.
The thought makes me reach for his pants.
And he catches my mouth eagerly again as I undo the button and pull him free.
My hand wraps around him, and a shudder rolls through both of us as I pump him several times, glorying in the feeling of his silky skin against mine.
We kiss desperately for a long minute before I pull away, sink to my knees, and take a good look at what he’s working with.
I swallow around the lump in my throat. Lucien is long, thick, and slick with need. Precum beads the tip of his cock, and his cock jumps a little as I eye him.
“What do you think?” he asks, his voice rough and low.
Leaning forward, I lick the precum off his tip, and say, “I approve,” before taking him into my mouth.
He groans, and his hand digs into my hair as I begin to bob up and down his impressive length.
Every time I take him deep, I gag a little, having trouble taking the sheer size of him.
But every time I do, I get hotter. Wetter.
I can’t help thinking about what it’ll feel like to have a man this big inside of me.
I pull back. I’m panting as I continue to lick him, to kiss the sides of him. “You’re so big.”
“Yeah? You like that?”
“Uh huh,” I murmur as I suck his tip again.
He says, “Fuck!” and runs his hands down his face. “Come here.”
“I’m not done,” I tell him.
“I’m almost done. Now, come here.”
I stand up. I’m not sure what to be prepared for when he suddenly undoes my top and pulls it off. His gaze moves gently over my chest as he worships me with his eyes, and then he undoes my pants and strips me until I’m standing bare in front of him.
“Fucking hell, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs.
I come to stand between his legs, and we begin to kiss again. Things get hotter and hotter until I can’t help myself, I reach down and grab a hold of him and start stroking.
He makes a choking sound and grabs my hand. “Darling, if you keep that up, this is going to end faster than you think.”
Licking my lips I ask, “Are you a one-and-done kind of man?”
His expression is serious. “Not a chance. I’m going to fuck you all night long. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t stand.”
I start to stroke him again and say, “Then what’s the harm?”
His eyes roll back in his head, and he starts panting. “Because that’s not how this is going to go. I’m getting you off first.”
I nibble on his ear. “Not if I get you off first.”
“It’s a competition you want then?” he asks, his words grating.
“One I’m going to win,” I say, legs trembling.
But the thing is, I have a feeling no matter how this goes, we’re both going to win.
“Come here,” he tells me, pulling my hand away from his cock.
I don’t know what he wants when he scoots back on the bed, but I climb on next to him. He’s a fast motherfucker, as he spins me around and positions me on top of him.
“Ride my face,” he groans.
Heat rolls through me, and I feel myself dripping. And then there’s the very obvious sound of him licking the drops. He leans up and presses his lips inside of me, then pulls me down.
The world goes white, then black. His mouth is inside of me after all this time. After feeling like I was so tight I was going to break, it is so intensely good that I feel like I can’t breathe. He takes his time licking me slowly, but it makes me wild. It makes me feel like I’m going to break.
Determined not to be the one who comes first, I grab ahold of his cock and then lower my mouth on top of him.
He gasps against my pussy, and I grin, working him once more.
I take him harder, faster, and deeper. His legs clench and unclench, moving up and down as he tries to retain control.
The idea of making him feel like this turns me on even more, and I hear Lucien return to noisily licking me.
And… damn this guy knows what to do with his tongue.
He teases and tempts every inch of me, making me feel hot enough to burn.
His hands grip my thighs just below my ass, and he starts rocking me on top of him.
Before I know what I’m doing, I’m grinding myself against his face, riding him just the way he wanted.
And now I’m not just hot enough to burn, I am burning. I’m on fire.
He suddenly finds my clit. Not like a man who couldn’t find it in the first place, but like a man who was waiting for this moment.
He tongues it, starving for the taste of me, and I jerk and cry out, feeling like I’m coming undone.
Then he sucks it, and everything unravels.
I say his name around his cock and take him so deep that he hits the back of my throat.
His hands tighten around my thighs, and he comes into my mouth, shooting his seed straight into the back of my throat.
He sucks harder on my clit and the world splits into a thousand pieces as my orgasm hits, and hits hard.
I keep sucking him, tasting him, swallowing his seed as I fall apart against his mouth, losing all control.
Wave after wave hits me, and I don’t fight it. I let it sweep me away until I finally come back to my body. I’m a trembling mess on top of Lucien.
He only gives us a minute to lie there calmly before he flips me around, so that I’m on my back once more, and he’s on top.
Leaning over me, I feel him, hard again, pressing against my thigh.
His green eyes watch me, worship me, and I stare at him, wondering what more he could possibly want.
Are we really going to go again? Already? I’m still shaking from the first time.
I’ve had orgasms in my life, but nothing like that.
His mouth rubs against my ear, and he says, “My bride, my Harper, I’m going to fuck you until I’m the only man you ever want to think about.”
It’s hard to drag in a breath. “That’s going to take a lot of work.”
He chuckles darkly, and it makes my nipples tighten. “I’m willing to put in the time.”
His hands run up and down my body, as if memorizing my every curve. His touch is soft and yet possessive. And as much as I hate to admit it, it does make me forget about the men from my past. For some reason, the only thing I can think about is him right now.
He moves down and begins to suck on one breast while playing with the other.
His hands and mouth are as skilled on my breasts as they are everywhere else, and I try really hard not to think about where he got all his practice.
I’ve always been open minded when it came to sex, so I don’t know where the jealous thoughts come from.
It’s almost like I see him as mine, which I shouldn’t. Not really.
Stop thinking. Just focus on him and this moment. My head tilts back, and one of my hands buries into the back of his head as he moves from one breast to the other.
It just feels… good. Right. Like everything I’ve ever needed and more.
Nudging my thighs open wider with his legs, his cock moves until the head is just barely brushing inside my lips. It’s a tease. Another temptation. And I’m loving every second of it.
His lips break from my breast, and he asks, “Do you think you can handle me?”
The truth is, I don’t know. “I’ll figure it out.”
He chuckles and presses in deeper. “At least you’re ready. Damn it, Harper, are you always this wet? Or is it just for me?”
“Just for you,” I murmur.
He gives a small growl and says, “That’s the right answer.”
His tip explores my folds, rubbing around and coating his length in my juices.
Then he presses into my core. Instantly, I’m aware of just how big he is compared to the other men I’ve been with.
I thought I knew it when my mouth was around him, but my mouth and my pussy are two entirely different battlefields.
Here, the fit is tight to the point of almost being uncomfortable.
A little sound escapes my lips, and he pinches my nipples. “Too tight, huh? Don’t worry, Darling, I’ll take care of you.”
He continues to play with my breasts and suck on my neck. The pleasant sensations help me relax, and he eases in ever deeper, inch by inch, giving me time to adjust to him. But not too much time.
I realize my nails are digging into his shoulders. There are scratches along his back, and I try not to feel embarrassed. Everything about this just feels so good. It feels so good and so new, compared to anything I’ve done before.
When he reaches his hilt, I realize just how hard he’s breathing. Our eyes lock, and there’s a wildness in his eyes that I’ve never seen before.
“You want to come,” I tell him matter-of-factly.
He swears under his breath. “I’ll hold it together.”
I kiss my way up his neck and nibble on his ear. “Or, maybe you can just come.”
“Stop,” he groans.
I bounce against him, my breath hitching as his length rubs against the sensitive nerves inside my body. “Come on, it’ll feel so good.”
The sound of his teeth gritting together is loud and painful. “No way, you fucking temptress. I’m taking my time with you. I’m going to enjoy this.”
I start to laugh when he pulls out of me and plunges back in.
I’m not laughing any longer as I hold onto him as he begins to fuck me harder than any man has ever fucked me in my life.
Maybe in anyone’s life. Nothing about him is gentle.
Nothing about him is calm. He slams into me over and over again as my body begins to go from hot to blazing.
My nails dig harder into his back. My head falls back.
I’m not going to be able to keep it together much longer. I need to…
My orgasm explodes through me, and I start screaming his name.
My inner muscles clench and unclench, and Lucien moves faster, harder, a string of swear words escaping his lips.
Goosebumps erupt on my skin. My head feels light, and waves of pleasure sweep over me until I feel like I’m going to shatter into a million pieces.
Lucien’s cock seems to swell, and then I feel his hot cum explode inside of me, coating my insides. His muscles are tight above me as he murmurs my name like a prayer, like he’s thanking me, and my own orgasm continues to roll through me as he continues to pound into me.
But my orgasm keeps going.
It goes and goes until I’m sure I can’t handle it any longer. Until I’m sure that no body was ever meant to experience pleasure like this. And then, finally, I fall back, collapsing onto the mattress.
I’m aware of his warm cock inside of me. Of his cum coating my insides. It tingles just a little bit, and feels so damn good that I don’t know what to do with myself. I like knowing I made him lose control like that. I like knowing that… that he wants me.
It’s a long time before Lucien moves, but when he does, he stays inside of me, just shifting back a bit so we’re face to face. With a measured movement, he leans down and kisses me softly, a look of absolute shock on his face.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“Nothing’s wrong.”
“You seem surprised.”
He smiles. “I am surprised.”
“Why?”
He seems to take a minute to consider his words. “Sex has never felt like that for me before.”
What does that mean?
“Same,” I confess, then add, “Is that a good thing?”
His smile only widens. “A very good thing. Now, let’s get you some water and a minute to yourself.”
I lift a brow.
Looking very smug, he tells me, “I just want to make sure you’re rested for the next round.”
“Me?” I say. “I’m worried about whether or not you can keep up with me.”
He chuckles, rubbing his nose against my neck. “Oh, yeah? I guess we have a whole night to see who needs to keep up with who.”
“Challenge accepted.”
“Fuck,” he mutters. “This is one challenge I don’t mind in the least bit.”