Chapter 14 #2
But so good.
He suddenly becomes still, his eyes locked with mine.
“I’m good,” I let out quickly, my voice cracking.
His body stiffens before he pushes in another inch, his eyes still locked with mine.
“Luce,” I gasp, digging my fingernails into his forearm.
“I know, baby,” he breathes, watching me through a heated gaze. “You’re so goddamn tight. Fuck.”
“Give it to me,” I whine desperately.
“Good girl,” he praises, pushing inside me with one, forceful stroke.
I cry out to him, shocked at the sensation of being so consumed.
As uncomfortable as it is at first, with discomfort comes pleasure.
He rocks his hips into me, again and again, finding the perfect rhythm, my body adjusting to his size.
Except... I can tell he’s still holding back. He’s not even all the way in.
“Every inch,” I beg through sharp, exaggerated breaths.
He exhales sharply, tightening his grasp on my throat. “Needy girl,” he says through clenched teeth. “If I give you all of it, baby, I’ll hit your cervix.”
“I don’t care. Do it.”
He pulls out of me swiftly. Before I can even make sense of it, I’m flipped over onto my hands and knees.
He enters me from behind with one hard, smooth stroke, giving me the entirety.
I’m overtaken with the deepest, richest form of pleasure.
I nearly scream, realizing exactly what he was talking about right away.
Except to me, the fullness of him feels like ecstasy, full body waves of pleasure coursing through me at lightning speed.
“Goddamn,” he moans sharply, holding himself still against me. “You good?”
I answer by pushing back against his hips so I can feel him deeper.
“Use your words,” he commands, his voice deepening, refusing to give me more.
“I’m good, I’m good, I’m good,” I rush out impatiently.
God, I’ve never been this desperate before. Not only am I shaking, I’m practically on the verge of drooling. He’s toying with me, edging me.
And I love it.
He trails his hand up the length of my spine and firmly grips the base of my skull as he begins to push into me again, each thrust sending me forward.
He gives me exactly what I asked for, fucking me harder, faster, his hips smacking against my ass with each stroke.
My body rocks back and forth, my headboard violently hitting the wall with each movement.
I’ve never been fucked like this before.
“You’re taking it so well, baby,” he praises, digging his fingertips into my ass as he slams into me harder. “Your cunt looks so pretty spread open for me.”
“Holy shit,” I curse out, collapsing onto my forearms from the force of his thrusts.
“You’re all fucking mine.”
The second he reaches between my thighs and holds the vibrating bullet on my clit, I whimper, my pussy clenching him tight.
I’ve never gotten to experience a man using a toy on me while simultaneously being inside me.
My jaw drops and my saliva thickens, drool coating the sheets.
He slams into me fully, and every nerve ending between my legs comes alive.
“There you go,” he breathes softly as I come around him intensely, my inner walls squeezing him tight.
Unable to form words, I’m left gasping. Moaning, whimpering, and drooling.
“Oh, fuck,” he bites out, feeling my orgasm. “You feel so fucking good. I’m so lucky.”
Gasping for air, I continue to ride out my orgasm as he slams into me repeatedly.
“You’re doing so good for me, baby,” he moans, removing the vibrator from my clit just before the sensations become too much. “Good.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Girl.”
Thrust.
Already deliciously sore, I push back against him despite it, my limbs heavy and my legs trembling. His voice is already as hot as hell, so having him inside me while he talks dirty to me is unlike anything I ever imagined. He grabs my hair, wrapping the ends around his wrist and pulling tight.
He takes his time fucking me, deliciously and deliberately.
Time passes, and before I know it, another orgasm is rapidly building within me.
Our sharp breaths and moans echo through the room as he reaches between my legs and presses his fingers down on my clit, twirling around in slow, precise circles.
“You can go again, baby, I believe in you,” he breathes.
A soft, strangled breath escapes me.
“Right there, princess,” he praises. “That’s it.”
He rests the front of his body against my backside, pressing a soft kiss on my shoulderblade as another climax swallows me whole. I cry out in bliss as he thrusts into me slowly, working my clit with his fingers in rapturous circles until I eventually come down, gasping for air.
“Good girl,” he says softly.
This highly attuned intimacy is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
There’s always been immense trust between us, given he’s been my best friend for the last several years, but I never could have imagined feeling this seen.
I shut my eyes, embracing the sheer vulnerability and safety that comes with being with Lucien. Not just physically, but emotionally.
He must have sensed me losing myself to my thoughts because he slips out of me carefully and moves me onto my side. He snuggles himself against my back and lightly caresses my arm with his fingertips.
Realizing that he hasn’t found his release, my eyes shoot open involuntarily.
Turning to meet his gaze, and ready to mention it, he shakes his head.
“I’m not here for me,” he says softly, yet firmly. “I’m here for you.”