Chapter 30 #2
It took a few moments to come down from the high—to come back to some semblance of self.
He was still twitching inside of me, his face pressed into my chest as he heaved breaths.
My whole body felt jittery and weak and it was the best feeling in the world.
He was all sweat slicked and warm under me, and I always wanted to find myself here, wrapped in him.
He leaned back and stared at me. He reached up with a trembling hand and brushed sweat-soaked hair off my face.
“Holy shit,” he said.
A laugh bubbled out of me, and then more fell from my lips. He grinned and couldn’t stop a laugh from falling from his either. He leaned up to kiss me, and I sighed against him.
“I feel like that wasn’t laugh worthy, but praise worthy.”
I felt him slip out of me as he lifted me off his lap.
“If you need words to tell you how fucking amazing that was…” I said.
“Words inflate my ego, so yes.”
“Well then, you’re going to have to wait until my brain comes back online,” I said.
“Well, I clearly didn’t fuck the sass out of you,” he tsked.
I laughed again and rolled to my side. I watched as he stood up and walked towards the bathroom.
“I’m going to go take care of this, and then you—so don’t move,” he said, pointing at his still wrapped dick.
I gave him a sleepy grin, and maybe it was only a few seconds, or a minute, but when he came back with a warm washcloth and the instructions for me to get up and go to the bathroom, it took all my energy to open my eyes and crawl out of the bed.
I winced a little bit at the pain between my legs, but it wasn’t too bad, it didn't hurt too much. I knew I would be a bit sore in the morning, but I wouldn’t have changed anything about tonight.
It was noon when I finally woke up. Lukas’ arms tightened around my waist and I grinned sleepily. I’d lost count how many times he’d woken me up throughout the night. His lips pressed against my bare shoulder and I sighed.
“Ready for round…” he paused as he thought. “Honestly, I don’t know what round.”
I hummed and turned around in his arms. I pressed a kiss to his nose, and then his lips. I felt his hand skate down my side and over my hip.
“As fun as that sounds, I’m a bit sore,” I said, and despite everything we did last night, heat bloomed in my cheeks.
Why I was embarrassed by that statement, I wasn’t entirely sure, and the chuckle that rumbled up out of Lukas didn’t help. My contentment died, and I pouted. I didn’t like him laughing at me. I started to wiggle out of his grasp, but Lukas just tightened his hold and snuggled me close.
“I’m not laughing at you sweet girl. I’m just utterly pleased with myself right now.”
I huffed and gave his chest a shove.
“The size of your ego is literally a safety hazard.”
“You love the size of my ego.”
I couldn’t stop the laugh that erupted from me. He wasn’t wrong,. but he also wasn’t right.
“No but seriously, I don’t think I can,” I said.
“We did go hard last night…how about a shower and then we will inform your family you aren’t dead.”
I buried my face in his chest as anxiety and dread filled me. Lukas must have felt me tense up.
“Aimee?”
“Oh my God, Eloise is going to be insufferable,” I moaned.
I was only allowed to wallow in that realization for a moment before Lukas lost it, and laughs poured from him. It was infectious, the sound coming from him. I bit back my smile, but it didn’t take long before I was laughing too. Eloise would be unbearable, and then giddier than shit.
“She’s going to want to know everything,” I sighed.
“You can totally embellish the size of my ego,” he said, kissing my forehead before climbing out the bed.
I pulled the blankets in close savoring the warmth and watched his naked ass walk across the room.
“Stop staring at my ass,” he said, and I heard the shower turn on.
My phone dinged, and with a silly grin still on my face, I rolled over and grabbed it.
“Don’t put it in the direction of my face then,” I retorted as I opened the group chat.
The smile fell off my face as I read the article and the comments that followed.
My phone started vibrating with incoming raging texts from my friends, but I felt the unease brewing.
The narrative may have changed, and more people may be on my side, but apparently there would always be people who blamed me.
“Aimee?”
My eyes snapped to Lukas as he exited the bathroom. Something in my expression had him booking it over to me.
“What’s wrong?”
He gently took the phone and looked at the link—read the texts from my friends, and then he clicked it off, looking at me.
“Listen to me,” he said, tilting my face so that I was looking at him. “The faceless voices online, they do not matter. You know what happened, those who love and care for you know what happens, and not a single one of those people blame you for any of it.”
I nodded, blinking back tears.
Lukas cupped the side of my face, leaning in to press his lips to my forehead.
“Now, no more tears.”
I chuckled, wiping at my eyes. I stared at him—this amazing, wonderful man who apparently could pull me from the worst parts of my mind.
“No more tears, only a hot shower. I just want to hold you.”
I pressed my lips to the tip of his nose.
I was quite certain I loved him, but it felt big…
monumental. The way he made me feel…there was a point I’d thought I’d never deserve to feel that way again.
But now I was thinking that I’d never really ever felt it before—or it was different.
I knew everything I felt for Lukas was more than I ever felt for anyone before.
I nodded, and he sat up and brushed hair off my forehead.
“I’m a bit of a mood ruiner, huh?” I joked.
He grinned, hauling me out of bed. My legs wrapped around his waist, my face buried in the crook of his neck.
His hands were under my thighs, his lips against my temple.
I inhaled, and everything I was feeling a few minutes ago bled away.
The heat of his bare skin against mine. The bruising feeling of his fingers on my legs, the smell of him… I kissed his skin, nipping, lavishing.
“Aimee,” he breathed.
The bathroom was already steamy, and he lowered me down the front of his body as the warm spray hit my back.
He was half-hard, and I desperately wished I wasn’t too sore. Another round did sound fun, but I feared I was already going to be walking funny. He pressed kisses all over my face and hair and any skin he could access. I giggled and squirmed and he just kept kissing.
“I could kiss you all day,” he said softly.
“Now, that I’m not too sore for,” I said, leaning up and pressing a kiss to his lips.
He kissed me back, and I felt his hands knead my ass. I hummed my pleasure into his mouth.
“You might be too sore for my ego.”
“Okay, that joke needs to die,” I said, reaching around and pinching his ass cheek.
He jumped and pinched me back.
“Hey!” I said.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” he teased. “Now, as I was saying, you might be too sore for sex, but I can think of another way to get you off that we’ll both very much enjoy.”
He showed me just how much fun he liked to have.