Chapter 12 Jenny #2
He plants one massive hand on my sternum and pushes me right back down before I can finish my sentence, pinning me down against the starched cotton sheets.
“What was it you told me to do? Shut up?” he asks, only pulling back far enough to not muffle his words, lips still moving against me. “I’m shutting myself up. You just lay back and let me, sweetheart. You taste so fucking good.”
He sounds like he’s drunk on the flavor of me, pupils blown wide with desire. It’s all I can do to shakily nod down at him. His grin goes wicked, lips glinting with a mix of saliva and my own wetness, and my heart rate triples as he bends his head again.
It’s so good I can’t think, his tongue slick and warm and seeking out every little spot that makes me shake.
He draws my thighs over his shoulders and moans into my pussy.
The vibrations make me shout a garbled version of his name, which he takes as an invitation to do it again, over and over until I’m trembling.
By the time he seals his lips around my clit, I’m pretty sure I’ve gone blind with pleasure.
“Jesus!”
“Just Lucas is fine,” he mumbles against me.
The hand I raise to smack his head winds up tangling in his hair and yanking when he laps his tongue over my clit like he wants to make me scream.
I almost do, since my orgasm slams into me without warning. I clench my thighs down dangerously tight around his skull as I arch my back clear off the bed and moan my way through my crest. Liquid fire rushes through my veins, and Lucas draws it out until it fucking hurts, his tongue never stopping.
I have to shove him back with my foot on his shoulder to get him to stop, and the sight of him has me lightheaded.
Half his face is drenched, his eyes dark with need, and he licks his fucking lips when he makes eye contact with me. His shoulders heave with every breath he takes, a flush stretching from his cheeks all the way down to his shoulders.
I want to devour him.
“Why’d you stop me?” he asks, his voice all gravel and desperation.
“Fuck me,” I groan, sitting up to yank him into bed with me.
It’s both an exclamation and a demand, all other words knocked right out of my brain for the moment. He’s just as impatient as I am, which is good, because I might kill him if he makes me wait a single second longer.
Those massive hands pin me to the bed beneath him as he blankets me with his body, and I surge up to meet him in a filthy kiss.
He tastes like me, and it only serves to make me need him even more.
I look down when he slides the length of his cock over my pussy, soaking himself in my wetness, and my breath hitches.
God, he’s big everywhere. I need him inside me, now.
“Don’t have condoms,” he gasps out.
“Pull out,” I suggest, catching his lips in another filthy kiss. “C’mon, asshole, don’t make me wait.”
He groans, his arm shaking for a moment as I feel his cock throb against me.
“Name’s still Lucas,” he says with a cocky grin. “Don’t forget to scream it when you cum for me, baby.”
Any snarky comeback I might manage is stolen from me in the next second, because he slots the head of his cock inside of me and pushes.
My head falls back on a shaky, disbelieving moan as he slides all the way to the hilt in one slow thrust, filling me so completely I swear I feel him all the way up in my throat.
He pants against my cheek, little noises slipping from his lips as he fights to keep himself still and give me time to adjust.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans, his voice shaky in my ear. “Feel even better than you taste, sweetheart.”
I moan, high pitched and whiny, and I can’t even find it in myself to be embarrassed. “Where the fuck do you hide this thing?” I ask, aiming for bratty and coming across almost awed.
It’s as close as I’ll give him to a compliment right now, but fuck if I don’t want to feel this inside me every day for the rest of forever.
“Could hide it in you more often if you’ll let me,” he jokes.
Lucas rolls his hips in a lazy thrust, stealing both my breath and my words from me. I yank at the strands of blond hair in my grasp none too gently and demand he do it again.
He laughs adoringly and starts up at a steady, insistent pace.
It’s like he doesn’t even have to try to hit every spot that makes my mind go blank, his cock filling me up to bursting and then some.
I rake my nails down his back and pull him down to kiss me, even though I can barely seal my lips against his with how much I’m moaning.
“So good, so fucking good,” he mumbles against my mouth. “Perfect, just for me, right sweetheart? My good girl. Just waiting for me to take good care of my baby, weren’t you?”
I shake at the praise pouring from his lips, my mind too shot to parse through any of it.
I just nod along, a stream of moans and pleas for more falling from my mouth.
When he tugs my hips even closer and slams into me, my mind empties entirely.
All I can do is feel, clinging onto Lucas and letting him drive me closer and closer to another orgasm.
“You getting close again?” he asks, voice dark and expectant. “Going to come on my cock, baby? Go on, be a good girl and come for me, show me how good I make you feel.”
I muffle my whine into his shoulder, not wanting to admit how obscenely hot hearing him talk like this is.
He’s got enough of an ego already, I don’t need to inflate it any further.
There’s no hiding the way I’m trembling on his cock, though, my entire body alight with pleasure as he hammers into me.
I’ve never felt so much pleasure in my entire life, and I staunchly attribute it to the fact that it’s been so long since I’ve gotten laid.
It has nothing to do with Lucas.
“Just like that, pretty girl. So perfect, come for me,” he urges.
“Lucas!”
I scream it when I shatter around him, just like he wanted, and he pants against my throat as I clench down over him.
He fucks me through it, rolling his hips so he hits that perfect spot with every thrust. My orgasm takes my breath away along with my thoughts, and I can do nothing but dig my nails into his shoulders and whimper out his name as I ride the wave.
“So good, so good for me,” Lucas says, teeth nipping along my collarbones as he chases his own end. “God, I want to fill you up so fucking bad. Want to watch it leak out of you, mark every last fucking inch—”
He pulls out before I can do something stupid like encourage him, and I moan in satisfaction when I feel cum land over my belly.
Lucas’s bottom lip is caught between his teeth as he grunts through his release, and his eyes are fixed on my face like he can’t get enough of it.
He strokes himself through it until he’s shaking, and I reach up to catch the last drop of it on the tip of my finger.
His blue eyes blow wide as I bring it up to my lips and lap it off. He knocks my hand away and chases the flavor of himself on my tongue, kissing me until we’re both breathless and trembling against each other.
Lucas collapses to the side of me, lazily wiping his cum off my skin with a corner of the sheet and mumbling a promise about cleaning me up properly in a bit.
I let him tug me close, slowly catching my breath as my mind comes back online.
My body is still buzzing with endorphins when my brain starts screaming about how awful an idea this was.
I’d hoped to have a little longer to bask in my own idiocy, so I ignore my thoughts and snuggle into the warmth of Lucas’s chest.
“Should go down and get my room key sorted,” I say after a few beats of silence.
The quiet feels too heavy, but I have no clue what else to say.
Thanks for that? Wow, who knew hating you would lead to the best sex of my life? Maybe you’re not the biggest asshole I’ve ever met and maybe if we actually talk about things once in a while we can actually get along? Maybe we should try again?
Yeah, I think I’ll keep my mouth shut.
“We’ve got plenty of time,” he says softly, pulling me closer with one strong arm. “I’ll go down in a bit and get you a new key card. Just let me take care of you for a little.”
I huff out a wordless noise of amusement, but it does nothing to hide the way I melt into his chest. He’s warm against me, a blanket of muscle and broad hands, and I can’t resist it.
I burrow my face into his collarbone and close my eyes.
I don’t hide the smile that curls my lips when he peppers slow, lazy kisses across my temple.
A little bit longer like this can’t be so bad. Not when he holds me like I’m something precious.
And it’s not like we’re checking out yet. Some more snuggling is fine.
“That’s my girl,” he whispers fondly, breath rustling my hair. “Just relax.”
My gut instinct is to snap that I’m not his, but it’s easy to push aside. I’m too comfortable right now to argue.
And besides, if being his again would be like this, maybe it wouldn’t be the worst thing. Stupid, maybe. But not the worst.
I could… think about it.