Chapter 32 – Lumen
Chapter Thirty-Two
Lumen
My back slams against the wall just inside the greenroom.
We passed Parish and Wren in the hallway, which indicates we got lucky with the timing.
Kincaid’s mouth seals to mine, and his beard tickles my skin as he devours me.
I love how I can give into the experience rather than having to take the lead.
He uses the wall as leverage to hold me up but also pokes his thighs out to give me extra support.
Reaching between us, he pulls my panties to the side and brushes the backs of his tattooed fingers down my soaked lower lips.
“You good with this, sweetheart?”
“Y-Yes,” I agree, my shoulders shaking as I try to catch my breath.
He nods, his facial hair tickling my cheek. “If that changes, all you have to do is say the word.”
“I want you.” My face burns as I realize exactly how visible my nipples are under the thin dress, but whatever. Hopefully they make for a sexy image because I’m crazy attracted to him.
“The feeling is mutual,” Kincaid growls, raking his teeth over my lower lip. At the same time, he teases a thick finger inside me.
I moan, nodding, while hoping he understands I’m asking for more.
He chuckles. “It’s better to be safe than sorry, but you’re fully ready to be fucked. Aren’t you, sweet girl?”
My insides turn melty. “More of that.”
Kincaid adds another finger, stretching them and aiming them directly at my G-spot.
I think I meant that I wanted more praise, but the extra finger is good too.
The stretch is delicious.
Clenching my inner walls makes it even better since there’s finally something to cling to.
His thumb brushes my clit, and everything feels extra naughty and frantic since my panties are still on.
My feet dig into his ass as I stretch my arms down, working his belt.
It’s not easy to stay focused.
Kincaid kisses me like he wants my brain to short-circuit. Not to mention the magic that he works on my pussy. I kinda hate how much practice he must have at wrecking a woman, but I’m also grateful that he can put all that knowledge to good use as he drives me wild.
His thumb teases over my swollen nub, and I moan, my head falling back against the wall. If he keeps that up, I’m going to come crazy fast.
They’ve taken turns teasing me all night, and my body is amped up and needy in a way I don’t think I’ve ever felt before.
Sweat slides down my spine, beading on my hairline.
“Mmm, you’re so fucking sexy,” Kincaid murmurs, weaving his other hand into my hair.
It gives me a nice cushion from slamming my skull against the brick.
“I’m tempted to drop to my knees, toss your legs over my shoulders, and bury my face in your pussy.
If you think this feels good, just wait until you see what I can do with my tongue, but fuck, I wanna watch your face and be able to kiss you when you come. ”
He’s relentless, applying firmer pressure to my clit as he slams his fingertips into that spot deep inside me that makes me see stars.
Pleasure builds under my skin, but I finally remember I was doing something.
Struggling against his hold in my hair, I peek to find I got his belt and the button on his jeans open.
Although our limbs are tangled together, I somehow manage to get my hand down his jeans as I work his zipper with the other.
He’s wearing boxer briefs.
Perhaps I didn’t have to be quite so careful, but I know Mal goes commando half the time.
Getting Kincaid’s boxer briefs pushed down enough that his cock pops out is a solid distraction from how close I am, but if I were to focus on how full I feel, I think I could come pretty fast.
His heavy cock slaps against his pelvis, and my jaw falls.
Holy shit.
That’s a lot of piercings.
Like more than five.
“Jesus, you have a lot of dick.” I wrap my hand around him, running my thumb down the bottom of his length. “So many rungs on your ladder. No wonder you’re so cocky.”
“Fuck, Lumen. I’m barely hanging on to my sanity.” He growls, and my head falls to the side, offering him my neck.
It’s such a strange reaction, but I don’t get to stress over it as he buries his face in my throat, nipping and sucking on my skin. He nuzzles the strap of my dress down my arm, gently biting the top of my shoulder, and I squeeze the hell out of his cock.
“Please tell me you have a condom,” I beg.
“Sorry, sweetheart. We’ve been saints on this tour.” He pulls his hand from my pussy, bringing his fingers to his mouth.
My panties wedge halfway back into place, and I sob. “I was so close.”
“Don’t worry. I’m going to make you come.” He rests his forehead against mine as he tugs my hand off his cock. “Pull your panties out of the way.”
I follow his command, and his crown slaps against my clit.
I clench around nothing as my tits throb, tightening and feeling strangely heavy.
His hand in my hair massages my skull as he tilts my face up to his.
“What do you want me to do, Lumen?” he asks, dragging his crown from my clit down to my opening. There’s the tiniest bit of pressure, and then he’s gone again, circling my swollen nub. “I’m not about taking anything you’re not offering.”
My heels dig into his ass as I try to push him back down, but he’s too strong.
Talking seems like a lot of work.
Why can’t he just read the signs?
I obviously want him to fuck me.
He repeats the pattern.
My entire body trembles.
“Come on, sweet girl. Use your words. I’m happy to jerk off all over your pretty pussy. I’ll make sure to do it in a way where you come too, but if you want more, you need to tell me that.”
“I want you inside me,” I finally force out. “But I thought we agreed to wait for the test results.”
Mostly my test results.
He tilts my face back even more, pushing his lips to mine for a filthy, open-mouthed kiss that leaves me dripping.
I have no idea exactly what he does, but it feels like he grinds the bottom of his length through my lower lips. That would mean he’s got his hand flat on his shaft, but fuck me. I can feel the balls of his piercings.
A mostly incoherent string of begging and pleading slips out as I tremble.
He’s a tease, and I love it and hate it in equal measure.
He growls against my lips, shaking his head. “Fuck it.”
The next thing I know, his thick tip dips inside me. The stretch is unreal, and I sob. He doesn’t give me much more than an inch or two of his length before he’s gone and back again, breaching my opening.
My head falls against the wall as I dig my heels into his ass, trying to force him to give me more. “Kincaid! Please.”
He’s too strong to make him do anything.
“I’m going to fuck you.” His fingers dig into my skull, and his forearm lands on the wall above my head.
“We’re just easing into it because I don’t want to hurt you.
Trust me. It’s not easy. You feel so damn good.
Warm and wet—like fucking heaven. My head is screaming to rut you through the wall, but I don’t want to risk fucking this up. ”
“I’ve had sex with an alpha before,” I remind him. “You’re not going to break me.”
“Is that right?” He pulls out, bucking into me.
The stretch gets so much more intense, and my clit pulses with need.
“Just like that,” I tell him breathlessly.
My hand fell to his hip after I rearranged my panties, but I bring it between us, working my swollen nub.
His pheromones are everywhere, rich and succulent.
I’m floaty while still being completely aware of what’s happening.
I’ve never been so full, and those piercings of his rake my inner walls in a way I didn’t know was possible.
He gets braver, shoving more of his dick inside me with each thrust. “You good?”
“I’m loving life, but I want more.” I nod, struggling against his hold in my hair. “Fuck me like you own me.”
“Jesus, woman. You can’t say shit like that. I’m far too feral for you.” Kincaid’s mouth falls to mine, likely to silence me.
His tongue teases mine, hyping up every sensation. He stops holding back, and I bounce up the wall.
My fingers brush his pelvis now that he’s finally closer, and I should be alarmed by how much cooler he feels than me.
“Pull down your dress. I wanna watch your tits bounce,” he growls before capturing my lower lip.
He rolls it between his teeth before sucking away the ache.
I use my free hand to pull my dress down until my tits pop out, and the cool air is heavenly on my aching nipples. He works deeper, making terribly embarrassing sounds escape my lips.
“Being inside you bare is so fucking addictive,” Kincaid says, his warm breath fanning down my neck. “Holy fuck. You gushed.” He buries his nose in my throat, inhaling deeply.
A feral snarl fills the air.
Something is wrong with my brain.
That sound should terrify me, but somehow it makes my skin sizzle.
Once I’m taking enough of his length that he can brush my clit with his pelvis, he takes over, and I pull my hand free.
“Jesus, Lumen. I’m trying so hard to stay clear, but my head is a hazy mess. It doesn’t make any sense…” He rakes his teeth down my throat. “It feels like I’m about to slip into rut. Don’t let me hurt you.”
“I trust you.” I bounce around the wall, my euphoria building.
Kincaid’s beard tickles, but it also feels incredible. His crown slaps against my G-spot over and over again, and I can’t hold back.
“Harder,” I beg, relishing the way his piercings feel dragging along my inner walls. “So close…”
He growls, slamming into me viciously.
The sound vibrates down my spine.
My core locks down on his length, and it gets hard for him to even thrust as euphoria ricochets through my nerve endings.
He wraps his fingers tighter in my hair, giving a tug, and the pain immediately converts to pure bliss.
I’m so loud as I come that I’ll be embarrassed about it later.
Maybe.
Thankfully the music in the club is really loud.
My nails rake over his T-shirt, and I’m glad he has the protection for his skin because otherwise, I’m sure I’d draw blood.
The backs of my heels dig into his ass as I rock against the wall to meet him, his knot brushing my lower lips. On the next thrust, it slips inside my opening, and my head slaps into the wall, slamming against his hand.
I gasp as realization hits.
His hands are precious.
All guitar players have fears of permanently messing up their ability to play.
I can’t think about that anymore or even apologize.
All the air evaporates, and I get scared to move. I’ve done this before with Theo, but after what felt like hours of prep and stretching.
His knot is only slightly swollen, and he pulls it free of me before it can fill with blood, locking him in place.
“I’m so fucking sorry,” Kincaid chokes out. “Holy shit. I can’t… I’m going to come.”
“It’s okay. You didn’t hurt me,” I assure him, and my words are true. “Please don’t stop.”
I’m not in agony.
It was a lot of pressure that might have gotten painful if he had let himself knot me fully.
I’m almost sad that he didn’t.
I’m pretty sure I could have handled it.
I mean, I wasn’t expecting to be knotted during a club quickie, but I also wouldn’t have freaked out about it.
His shaft grows even longer and thicker, and he jolts inside me.
He freezes, but I do my best to grind over him.
“You’re so hard. Fuck me deep.” I moan, nodding as he finally starts to move.
His strokes are slow and languid, but he doesn’t soften—not even a little.
His fingers massage my scalp as he licks and kisses down my neck. “Are you okay? I don’t even know how that happened. I wasn’t trying to knot you.”
“I’m good,” I assure him. “I think that was on me.”
“No, it was my fault,” he says, sounding pained.
“It was a collaborative effort,” I say, smiling. “But I’m okay. Are you?”
“I just came so hard.” He chuckles darkly. “My goddamn legs are shaking.”
“Mmm, I’ll take that as a compliment.” I grin shamelessly. “Kiss me.”
His tongue teases up my throat, and he pulls me off the wall at the same time his lips crash against mine. He crosses the room and finally releases my hair as he lowers me to lie across the couch.
The cool leather feels incredible on my skin, and Kincaid keeps his chest close to mine the entire time. I thought he was as deep as he could get, considering the way he battered my cervix, but he ends up wedged even deeper.
That’s the amazing thing about vaginas. They’re super forgiving. Cervixes can and do move.
He brushes his hand over the top of my head, rolling his lower stomach against my clit. “Any pain?”
“No, not at all.”
“Jesus,” he whispers, ghosting his lips over mine. “I almost had a heart attack.”
“Don’t feel bad. I could have handled it.” Maybe it’s my pride talking, but I don’t want him to feel like I can’t meet his sexual needs.
What I really don’t want is for him to hold back every time we have sex.
Slightly feral Kincaid is mind-blowingly hot.
“I’ve never knotted anyone, and I’ve enjoyed sex just fine.” His bright teal eyes stare into mine, the connection getting a little intense with him still inside me. “There’s no reason to push your body past what it can handle.”
“I’ve been knotted before.” My eyes fall shut as my head shakes. “Multiple times.”
He’s going to think I’m one of those betas who chase alphas, doing everything they can to get a claiming bite.
Am I one of those betas?
I can see how it happens.
His pheromones were so thick that I forgot where I was. Hell, I probably forgot who I was.
“Is that right?” Kincaid asks, sounding intrigued.
I nod.
“Look at me, sweetheart.” He chuckles. “Goddamn, you’re cute. Blushing when I’m buried inside you.”
My eyes pop open, and he hovers over me.
“If you’re really not sore, I’m going to pull out, so I can watch my cum drip out of you.” He smirks. “Maybe I’ll push it back inside you. Maybe I’ll fuck you full all over again.”
My teeth dig into my cheek, and my face burns.
God, that’s so hot.