Chapter 7 #2
“Sometimes.” Lucian looks up from his phone to give me his full attention, something that I really like. Justin would never do that, but Lucian does. It should freak me out that he stalked me, but instead, it makes my core spasm and turns me on.
“Are you done eating?” he asks and looks down at the almost-empty plate.
“Yeah, I left the rest for you. You said you would eat when I’m done.”
His throaty chuckle does things to me. He sets the phone on the nightstand, then reaches over to take the tray from over my lap. “I’m not hungry for chicken strips.”
“Oh.” I start to shift to the side. “If you can show me where the bathroom is, I’ll take a shower while you go get yourself some food.”
After setting the tray on the dresser, he turns and walks back to me.
I’m about to slide over the edge of the bed when he pushes me back and says, “What I want to eat is right here.” That’s when I realize what he’s talking about.
I can feel the flush across my skin, and I drop my eyes, so embarrassed that I didn’t understand his meaning.
“Fucking love this blush, can’t wait to see it overcome your body as you come on my cock. ”
“Lucian.” I sigh his name as he reaches behind to the back of his neck, pulling his shirt over his head in that one-handed sexy move some guys do.
A large tattoo covers half his chest, and he’s ripped.
He has the perfect 8-pack abs that many guys go to the gym for but never achieve.
There’s no stopping me. I reach toward him and slide my hands down his warm, broad chest. “Wow!” It’s all I can say as I continue to caress his body.
“Fuck, baby, you keep touching me like that, and I’m going to lose control.
I’ve wanted your hands on me for so long.
” My fingers trace a few scars as he hovers over my body, standing at the side of the bed.
He grips my hands and pushes them up over my head.
I’m sideways on the mattress that’s so large my feet don’t even touch the floor, and I’m a tall girl.
He kisses me long and deep, securing my hands over my head. “Keep them there, or I’ll stop.”
I nod, and he stands above me, gripping the waist of my lounge pants and pulling them down my hips.
He lifts my legs up against his chest and slides the material all the way off.
He tosses them over his shoulder before spreading my thighs.
The urge to close them and hide myself is intense.
No man has looked at me like this. I have a female doctor, and I don’t think she’s ever looked at me this long.
He groans, and I watch his hand go to his belt.
Unhooking it, then lowering his fly, he’s commando underneath and lets his jeans fall.
My eyes zone in on his cock, which points to his belly.
It’s long, thick, and has a ruddy head. He pumps his hand up and down it a couple of times before reaching out for my pussy.
With a slide of his fingers through my folds, he opens me up and again just stares at me.
My hands move of their own accord, and Lucian’s eyes shoot to mine.
“Sweet cheeks, don’t make me start this with a spanking.” Wetness leaks from my channel at the thought of him spanking me, and he groans. “How the fuck am I going to punish you if you like it?”
He bends over me and uses his shoulders to push my legs open wider.
I watch him as he stares intently at my pussy.
He traces a finger around my clit, and I buck my hips up, trying to follow his movements, when he pulls it away.
Then his thick fingers are at my entrance, where he traces the opening before slowly sliding one digit into my body.
“Oh, Lucian,” I moan as my skin flushes again.
“This won’t do.”
He pulls his hands away, and I cry out in protest. Before I know it, he sits me up on the bed, pulls off my cardigan and crop top, then lifts the bralette over my head.
His hands grip my breasts before shoving me back on the mattress and directing me to lift my hands over my head again.
I do as he says, and this time, when he lowers his face to my core, I feel his tongue trace around my clit just like his finger did.
I can’t stop the motion. My back arches, and I cry out his name again.
I don’t know what it is I want, but I want it all.
“Please,” I beg, and he just grins as he draws my clit between his beautiful lips and sucks it deep. My core clenches, my body hums with desire, and I shift my hips, trying to get something more.
With one arm, he presses me down to the bed and says against my sensitive flesh, “Don’t interrupt my meal.
I’ve been wanting this for so long, I plan to savor it.
” Lucian sucks my lips into his mouth, biting and tonguing them before moving to my hole.
His tongue rims the edge, then thrusts into my body, and I continue to feel that tightening build.
Now, his fingers join in the meal just like his lips and tongue are. My back arches to where I feel I might break in half. It takes everything in me not to grab his head and direct it where I want him. My clit throbs with need.
“Hands,” he demands, and I’m so close that it doesn’t register.
“Evie, hands. Give them to me.” I lower my arms, tingling a bit from being over my head.
He takes my hands and directs them to my core.
Feeling how wet I am, I can’t keep my fingers from finding my clit.
“No.” He smacks them away, and the feeling shoots deep inside me.
My head rears up to take him in; it feels like my eyes are about to roll back.
“Hold your lips open so I can properly fuck this clit.”
“Yes, Lucian, please.” My whiney voice begs him to give me everything. “I need it all.”
“Oh, you’ll get all of it soon enough.” His voice is growly, and as I carefully pull my labia back, he gently blows across my overly sensitive button and pussy.
“I’m gonna make you come so hard, and then I’ll sheath my cock in this pretty pussy and take its virginity before blowing a load of cum so deep inside you that you’ll be pregnant tonight.
“What?” I start to slip my hands from my core, but this time, he gently slaps my pussy, and I moan long and loud at the sensation. “I can’t get pregnant yet. We just met. We really aren’t a ‘we’ yet.” I try coming up with all sorts of reasons, but my brain is scattered.
“Evie, we’ve been a ‘we’ since you let me hold you and looked me in the eyes in your apartment that first time.”
My heart settles because even though I was scared to death of Justin, I felt peace at that moment. It was as if a key found the lock to my heart. I’d always believed that due to the circumstances of my birth, I was broken.
I loved my parents and still do. My family shows me all the time, but I wasn’t really interested in boys in high school or even in college.
Justin forced his way into my sphere of influence, and I hated it, but because of being adopted, I always wanted a big family.
A few years ago, I found out that my birth mother had died, and there was no father listed, so my parents and Gigi were all I had.
“I do want a family.”
“Sweet cheeks, you get no say in this. I’m in charge, you agreed to this, so I’m taking control. Got it?”
There is only a moment of fear before I let it go and allow Lucian to take control.
He gets back to what he was doing before, while I hold my lips open for him.
Sucking my clit and thrusting his finger deep inside me, he makes my back curl, and I arch up, crying out at not only the intrusion but the immediate buildup.
He sucks and bites, taking me higher as he adds a second finger.
Gibberish spills from my lips, and I scream when I’m on that cliff, ready to plunge into the abyss of the orgasm.
Lucian curls his fingers inside me and rubs against that soft spot that sends me hurdling. My body spasms, and I scream so long and loud that the other men around here will know what we are doing.
My fingers fall away from my body, and I feel spurts gushing from inside before Lucian’s cock is at my entrance, his fingers gone. I concentrate on what he’s about to do, but everything becomes languid and floats away.
“No turning back now, Evelise. You’re mine.” He thrusts in so hard and fast, I cry out again.
“Owe!” The pain overwhelms the orgasm for only a moment, then I glance up at Lucian, whose face contorts as he tries to shove more of his cock into me. He appears to be in pain at first until he looks down into my eyes.
“The pain will subside soon. Fuck you are tight, baby. I’m never leaving this cunt,” Lucian says, his voice strained and gritty-sounding.
I shift my hips as I look down at where we’re joined.
He groans, and an intense desire washes over me to make him lose control.
Lucian pulls out and slams back in. That orgasm that receded has begun to build again, and I reach toward him.
He muscles us onto the bed while continuing to move in and out of my body.
When we are finally settled, he’s above me on his knees, my ass resting on his thighs as he moves in shallow thrusts.
“Luuuciaaan,” I moan. “I’m going to come again.”
“Not yet. Come with me,” he orders, then his hands descend to my breasts. He tweaks my nipples as he massages the mounds, and my spine curves upward again, lifting closer to him.
Lucian pushes my legs up and out before powering into me harder and deeper. I reach up and run my hands through his cropped hair and along his face, trying to distract myself from the impending destructive climax. I can feel it.
“Lucian. Yes.” Wrapping my hands around his neck, I pull him down to my mouth, and he ravages me just like he’s pumping into me.
“You’ve ruined me, Evie. This pussy is mine forever.
Come,” he commands, and as if it were the switch I needed, I detonate.
My body locks up, and my pussy spasms around his cock that keeps pounding in and out of my body.
My neck elongates as I throw my head back and scream his name.
“Fuck,” Lucian groans as he plants himself deep, and I feel a pop inside me before he starts coming.
“Evelise.” He moans my name before falling over top of me, caging me to the bed with his magnificent frame.
His elbows next to my head, his forehead pressed to mine.
We lay like that for a long time as our breathing returns to normal.
“I’ve never felt this before.” Tears roll down my face, and his thumbs wipe them away.
“Did I hurt you?” His deep voice is raw, not the usual bass, but strained.
I shake my head, trying to come up with the words locked in my chest. “No, you didn’t hurt me. I’m scared.” I tell him what I can say, though.
“Of me?”
“Never.” Reaching up, I slide my hand along his face. He leans into the touch, craving it.
“You are so soft.”
“I’m scared of losing this feeling.” That’s the best way to convey my meaning.
“I’ll never let anything happen to you. I’ll always fight for you. For us.”
What else can I say? Is it too soon to tell him I’m falling for him?
He slowly withdraws from my body, and we both groan at the loss of the connection. Lucian reaches toward the end of the bed and pulls my comforter over us before enveloping me in his arms. We spoon together with him holding me so tight I feel like I won’t shatter apart for the first time in months.