Chapter 30
aimee
I watched him tear open the foil packet and roll it onto his hard length.
It would have been fun to taste him again, but we had time for that later. Maybe round three through five—Lukas had enough condoms to last at least eight times. I shivered at the thought.
“Cold?” he asked as he ran his hands up my calves, squeezing and back down to my ankles.
He repeated this movement a few times and I squirmed under his touch. Every part of me was overly sensitive and Lukas knew it. He was teasing, and I both loved and hated it.
“Just wondering what was taking you so long,” I said, knowing full well what my words would bring out in him.
I bit my lip and tried not to smile as his eyes heated and darkened.
His hands stilled, squeezed and pressed my legs open wider.
He bent over and pressed a kiss to my hip, and then on my clit and I gasped.
Then, he crawled onto the bed. I could feel the cool air that was lost between us as he situated himself.
His hands moved up until they were at the top of my thighs.
His thumb brushed over my clit and I gasped and arched at the sensation.
His thumb brushed a barely there touch, and I whined.
“You’re going to be a good girl and tell me what feels good, right?”
“Y-yes,” I stammered out as my breath caught at another brush.
Heat had pooled low in my stomach, and my core clenched at nothing, and I wasn’t sure how long I’d last once he was in me. I could feel my orgasm building, teetering so close to that edge already. My breaths were high and quick and I felt like a tether ready to snap.
“Please, Lukas,” I breathed.
I felt the tip of him against me.
I wiggled and shifted my hips to try and find the friction I craved—the friction my body was demanding.
His hands moved from my thighs and up my sides, stopping at my breasts. His stupid thumbs brushed over my nipples
I whined again, long and low. “I swear to God, Lukas Fraiser. If you don’t fuck me right now—”
Suddenly his hands were gone, and I was sucking in a sharp gasp as he pushed his way inside. My breath caught in my throat as he slowly pressed in, filling me. The stretch was…a lot…and a little painful. Tears burned in the corners of my eyes at the sensation. It didn’t hurt, but it was foreign.
“Thoughts, Aimee,” Lukas gently reminded me as his hips shifted slightly.
I put a hand on his stomach and he stilled. I sucked in a breath.
“Wait…wait a moment.” My chest heaved with each word.
He stilled, his whole body locking up.
I wasn’t sure when I’d shut my eyes, but I breathed through the sensation, the feeling. I shifted my hips, and he slipped in a little further. The burn was starting to lessen, so I moved again.
“Aimee, sweetheart, I need words,” Lukas said.
“I’m…okay.”
“That wasn’t very reassuring,” he said, his tone a bit flat. “Look at me. Show me those pretty eyes.”
I opened them and his gaze locked onto mine.
“Thoughts.”
I shifted again and the uncomfortableness was quickly dissipating. Every time I moved, a sweet pressure started up and I could feel that edge coming closer.
“Move,” I breathed, needing and desperate and not wanting to wait any longer.
“Aimee—”
I tried rolling my hips—a move I’d read about in my books for years, and it cut Lukas off mid-sentence.
It was his turn to groan, and then he moved.
He pulled back, and the feeling of fullness fled with him, and then he was seated back within me, and I gasped.
He hit deeper and there was a brief moment of that uncomfortableness again, before that lovely deep pressure and friction replaced it, and I melted.
I gasped my breaths as Lukas pistoned his hips back and forth, and drew his length in and out of me.
I clawed and scraped at him, pulling him down on top of me, my arms locking around his neck.
And then, my fingers were trailing up his back in claws and then getting lost in his hair while his lips trailed along any skin he could reach.
One of his hands had slipped between us and rubbed small, tight circles over my clit until I was an incoherent mess.
His other hand was tangled in my hair and he tugged, angling my head until his mouth could claim mine.
He never stopped moving as he devoured me, his tongue sweeping into my mouth claiming every part of me.
And then he was sitting up, pulling my hips tighter to his, lifting my ass onto the tops of his thighs.
“OhmyGod,” I breathed as he hit a new spot inside.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Fuck.”
“Lukas,” I gasped.
“Fuck,” he surged, hitting deep and hard.
I cried out as that edge I’d been teetering on since the ice rink dropped out from under me and I fell…hard.
My body tensed, everything clenched, and I squeezed my eyes shut as my mouth dropped open in a low moan.
I vaguely felt my body trembling, but it felt distant, like I was outside of myself.
And then, Lukas was leaning over me. He pressed soft, feather light kisses over my face.
He was still buried inside of me, not moving, but just the feeling of him inside was enough to make the tremors continue.
Nothing had ever felt like that before.
“Open your eyes, pretty girl,” he whispered against my lips.
My eyelids fluttered open. I met his gaze with a lazy, satisfied grin and he smirked. He knew.
“I’ve never come so hard in my life.”
“You’re going to inflate my ego to dangerous levels with that kind of talk,” he said.
“I don’t think your ego could get any bigger,” I said, and that smirk got a little darker, a little more heated.
I felt him shift in me as Lukas rolled his hips slowly, pressing in deeper—a feat I didn’t know was possible.
“I bet I can have you screaming my name and begging,” he said as he pumped in and out slowly.
I bit my lip and tried to match his movements, but his hands stilled me. He held me in place as he took his time, steadily driving me back towards that peak.
“I bet, I can make you come…right…” He leaned back over, his chest meeting mine while reaching back to wrap my legs around him.
He was seated so deep, and was barely pulling out before pounding back in. His hand was back on my clit, rubbing, pinching, and circling. My breaths were short gasps, and it felt like blackness was edging in on my vision.
"Now.”
Again, my whole body seized and then trembled as I tumbled over the edge on his command. He kept circling my clit, and then suddenly he slipped out of me, and I whined, but then Lukas’ face was level with my pussy. His fingers were still on me, and my leg was trembling almost uncontrollably.
His tongue found me then, and I shuddered at the feeling of him licking and sucking.
He slid two of his fingers into me, and I felt a lighter orgasm fall from me.
This one brought tears to my eyes as his fingers pumped and curled and his tongue licked and tasted.
My hands fisted in his hair and even though it felt like I couldn’t take anymore, I also didn’t want to stop.
“Lukas,” I breathed.
I whined his name.
I groaned his name.
And it wasn’t until he was sitting up on his knees between my legs, with his fingers pumping and curling deep inside me at a ferociously fast pace, and I was coming again in a hard, fast, blinding-bright light that I moaned his name.
When he bent down to lick up my release, my whole body jerked at the sensation. Overly sensitive and overstimulated I needed a minute. Just a minute. I looked up at him under hooded lids and gave him a lazy grin.
“Like I said, fucking ego.”
He grinned.
“Do you need another minute, or are you ready for me to fuck you again?” he asked, and my eyes fell to where he was slowly pumping his still hard length.
I let my legs fall open, and that was all the invitation he needed.
I thought he would just resume the position we had been in, but he moved to sit against the headboard, and then dragged my satiated and languid body onto his lap.
I straddled his thick cock and felt it slowly push into me as he gently pushed my hips down.
I gasped and he stole it with a kiss. He felt so much bigger like this, hitting deeper, feeling like he stretched me fuller.
“Just lean against me,” he whispered.
I let my cheek fall against his shoulder, as he took control of my hips and started moving me. I pressed my lips to his neck to keep the groan from falling from my lips. He ground me against him, the feeling of his pubic bone again my clit was bordering on too much.
“I can’t,” I moaned, my voice barely audible. “I can’t come again.”
“Do you want me to stop? Tell me and I will,” he said, pausing his movements.
I think I might have growled.
Lukas chuckled and then he was moving my hips faster, grounding harder. His own hips had started an upwards thrust and stars were blooming across my vision.
I could feel the heat blooming, the edge rushing towards me and my body took over, wrenching control away from his hands as I started to alternate between bouncing up and down his length in time with his upward thrusts, grinding and rolling my hips.
“Shit, Aimee.”
My hands were on his shoulders, anchoring me.
His hands trailed up my sides and around my back, until one of his hands found my loose hair and twisted a handful into his grip.
And then he tugged, forcing my head back.
His lips trailed down my throat in little nips and licks.
And then, he sucked a nipple into his mouth with a hard drag.
His thrusts became utterly erratic and I could barely breathe as everything came to a white hot pinprick of blinding light as I came crashing down hard in a cry and tremors as he seated himself deep with a groan.