Chapter 14
fourteen
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Our lips collide, and my knees instantly weaken. This is a kiss for the books—passionate and hungry.
Hell… I’m starving.
Lucien grips my waist firmly, yanking me closer.
My heart races, my brain finally registering this intense desire.
My lips part, and his tongue slips in through the seam, exploring my mouth with the same desire.
What started off as a slow and gentle kiss quickly becomes frantic and chaotic.
I grip his hair and whatever skin I can get my hands on.
He traces his fingers over the line of my jaw before grabbing it firmly, sparking a fire in my belly and between my legs.
The moment I let out a small sound of approval, he releases my jaw and bends down, hooking his arms beneath my legs and lifting me off my feet.
He tilts his head to the side, deepening our messy, desperate kiss.
My body relaxes, leaning into him, my breasts pressed against his chest as he grinds his hips into mine.
I comb my fingers through his wet hair, pulling tight on the strands.
“Fuck,” he groans into my mouth, breathing hard.
His hand trails from my ass, up my spine to the nape of my skull, gathering my hair at the roots before tugging firmly. I moan at the painful yet pleasurable sensation as he kisses and licks his way down my neck, lingering beneath my ear.
“Yes,” I plead, arching my back and squeezing him tighter between my legs.
My thighs straddle his hips as he pins my back to the cold, tile wall of the shower, burying his fingertips into the back of my thick thighs, his hands getting closer.
“Lucien,” I whisper—desperate.
“Again,” he breathes against my neck as I shiver against him.
“Lucien.”
“Fuck,” he bites out, pressing our raw, red lips together once more.
Catching my moan in his mouth, he cups my ass with his hands and brings us beneath the water, our tongues brushing together in a feverish dance. Tracing the outline of muscles in his shoulders, I hold him tightly, grinding my lower half against him.
“Please. I need to taste you,” he groans.
“Then taste me,” I breathe into our kiss.
With that, he turns off the water and exits the shower, still holding me against him.
He grabs the warm towel from the counter and drapes it over my shoulders as he walks through the doorway into my bedroom.
He lays me tenderly on the bed and I ache for his touch immediately.
His eyes darken as he stares down at me and it takes everything in me not to scream as he spreads my legs.
Not letting a second go to waste, he takes me into his mouth and a hushed moan falls from my lips.
As if starving, he devours me—working my clit with his tongue in slow, torturous motions.
He finds just the right spot and I buck my hips, igniting with pleasure.
Unlike the guys I’ve been with in the past, he’s not too far to the right or too far to the left. He’s right there.
“Oh my god,” I whisper, tangling my hands in his hair and holding him in place. “That feels so good.”
He moans quietly against my skin, his fingers lightly caressing the crease of my inner thigh. I squirm against his warm, wet mouth, bucking my hips, craving more. The tip of his finger teases my entrance before pushing into me slowly. My walls tighten around him as he spreads my legs wider.
“Damn,” he moans softly. “You’re so fucking wet, baby.”
“Please don’t stop,” I beg, fisting his hair and guiding his head back down.
My pulse stutters the second his lips return to my pussy, soft whimpers of bliss filling the room.
“Yes, right there,” I urge.
He stays right where I want him and I lose myself fully in the pleasure, the whole world fading away. He works another finger inside me, flicking his tongue over my clit while thrusting harder, and deeper.
“Oh my fucking god,” I gasp breathlessly, and with his mouth still on me, he locks his eyes with mine. “Oh my fucking…oh…”
My body tenses and I cry out euphorically, throwing back my head and grinding myself helplessly against his tongue. He thrusts deeper, curling his fingers and tracing a spot that only seems to make me come undone even harder.
“Yes,” I whimper, bucking my hips to meet each thrust.
Except it feels never ending. It doesn’t dissolve. I must orgasm for what seems like over a minute straight. Two minutes? Longer?
By the time I come down from the intense high, I’m sweating and shaking. My face is flushed with heat, and there’s a steady heartbeat in my core. That’s the first time I’ve ever gotten off from oral sex.
Holy shit, my mind is blown.
Lucien is smirking when I look down at him, still settled between my legs.
“Can I keep going?” he asks.
Still trying to catch my breath, I blink at him. “Are… are you serious?” I stutter.
“You taste so fucking good. I’ll beg if I have to.”
“Come here,” I say, reaching down and dragging him up my body. “I want you inside me.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he breathes, pressing a soft kiss on my jaw. “Where’s your toy?”
“I want you.”
“I know, baby, but you’re really tight. Let me get you ready for me so I don’t split you in half.”
Glancing down between us, I inhale quickly. A sharp breath gets trapped in the back of my throat. He’s hard, impressively long and insanely thick, pre-cum already leaking from the tip. Holy fucking shit.
There is no way. He will never fit. Absolutely not.
“Is that okay?” he asks, his eyes searching mine.
I nod, my gaze motioning to my nightstand.
My heart hammers with excitement as he opens the drawer.
After finding the small vibrating bullet, he places it on the bed, then he retrieves the toy he got me.
I observe him silently as he pulls out a small bottle of lube from the front compartment of his overnight bag.
I’m not sure why, but knowing he came prepared has me feeling feral.
I’ve never been with someone who felt comfortable with sex toys, and seeing the excitement and desire in his eyes just does something to me.
Lucien slips a pillow under my back, coats my opening with the lube, then turns on the vibrations.
He drags the tip of the toy over my clit briefly, then eases it into me slowly while his eyes rake over me.
Even though it’s not him, it sure feels like it is.
This moment is so intimate, it only seems to make him hotter.
He presses soft kisses down my neck, his lips lightly grazing my collarbone. I squirm against him, fisting the sheets as he thrusts the toy deeper, harder, finding the perfect rhythm. Running my hand through his hair, I moan.
“How does this feel, baby?” he asks, his voice low.
“Amazing,” I gasp.
He takes my nipple into his warm mouth, groaning softly as he angles the toy, thrusting it deeper. Is he trying to get me ready for his monster cock or make me come again?
Both, maybe?
“Luce…I’m going to…” I whisper, right on the edge.
“I know, baby, I know,” he coos against my breast. “I’m going to make you come all fucking night.”
As soon as he places the vibrating nub on my clit, it’s over.
My body convulses; a strong orgasm rocks through me, bringing me to new heights I didn’t even know existed.
Trembling against him and breathing erratically, I try to pull away from the sensation.
He pulls away from my chest and grabs my hands, pinning both of my wrists above my head with one hand.
He continues holding the relentless vibrator against my clit, seeing just how much I can take, and I can hardly breathe from the pleasure.
After I’ve finished, he gently removes the toy and kisses me hard. “I want more,” he murmurs against my lips. “You taste so fucking good.”
Holy pleasure Dom. I didn’t believe they even existed outside of books until tonight. He dips two fingers inside me before sucking them into his mouth, humming quietly. Brushing a sweaty strand of hair away from my temple and tucking it behind my ear, he leans closer, eyes locked with mine.
“Still want me inside you, princess?”
Blinking up at him, I freeze. I’ve never experienced a mental check in before, especially not during the middle of a sexual act. With dilated pupils, he holds my gaze, focused solely on me. We remain embraced, his body flush with mine while he lightly caresses the contour of my cheekbone.
“Yes,” I urge.
“Do you want me to use a condom?” he questions, his eyes eagerly searching mine.
“I’m on birth control... and we’ve both been tested...” I reply, my voice trailing off.
Inhaling a soft breath, he leans closer, his lips mere inches from mine. “Are you telling me I have the option to feel you fully, with nothing in the way?”
“Yes,” I whisper, a dull ache settling between my legs. “Unless that isn’t what you want.”
“Fuck. I couldn’t want that more.”
We share an intense, prolonged stare as he rubs the swollen head of his cock over my clit. Still sensitive, I jolt backward with a hushed moan, tracing the muscles in his back with my fingertips.
“Now tell me, baby girl,” he begins, coating the tip of his cock with my wetness. “How do you want it? Slow and gentle?”
His tone is smug, teasing, as if he’s testing me, even though he knows exactly what I want. He just wants to hear me say it. Staring into his narrowed, lustful eyes, I grind myself along the underside of his cock, feeling the coolness of his piercings on my skin.
With a soft gasp, I grab the back of his head and bring him closer. “Fuck me like you’ll never see me again.”
“Yes ma’am,” he says quickly, returning upright and kneeling between my thighs.
He reaches down with one hand, tattooed fingers grasping my throat, applying just enough pressure to keep me in place. With a racing heart, I lock my fingers around his wide wrist, watching as he rubs the rosy head of his cock up and down my slit.
Without warning, he pushes in an inch.
Holy, hell. I bite my lip, stifling a moan as he rocks into me, slowly, my inner walls stretching around his thickness. With a groan, he thrusts deeper. I flinch beneath him, wincing.
Holy shit, it fucking hurts. Bad.