15. Ezrah
Ezrah
15
It may just be in my head but it seems like Dil is growing like a weed. I’m beginning to worry she won’t fit into her clothes soon, and that’s not even talking about her toys. Babies need new stimulation regularly. What if she’s getting bored with what I bought her? Are the toys we have even appropriate for her age?
I don’t want to stunt her mental development.
I bring my concerns up to Lucas over breakfast one day. “Maybe we should go to a shop, pick up a few things. We’ve got to be running low on supplies too.”
He chuckles. “I take it you’re going a little stir-crazy?”
“No, I’m just worried.”
“Then we can let someone know what we want and have them pick it up.”
I pout “Why can’t we just go ourselves?”
Lucas looks at me like he’s not sure if I’m serious or not. “Ezrah, we’re in hiding. We can’t leave.”
I huff, crossing my arms. “I know, but maybe a quick trip into town wouldn’t hurt. We’re how far from L.A.? Anyway it wouldn’t take more than an hour.”
His frown deepens. “You know we can’t risk it. Not long ago you were telling me how dangerous Allen is and that you didn’t think we’d be able to stop him. Now you want to go into town? What’s going on?”
“Yeah, and you were telling me it was all going to be fine,” I grumble, but I know he’s right.
Lucas smiles patiently. “How about this? Why don’t you make a list of things you want, and I’ll see what I can do? It’s about time to have some more fresh food delivered anyway.”
“Fine,” I slump in my chair, perilously close to pouting.
He takes my hand over the table. “It won’t be for much longer. You’ll be home before you know it. I promise.”
And that is both a hope and a fear.
I stand up to avoid thinking about it. “I’m going to go get Dil ready.”
It doesn’t get better as the day goes on. By the time I’m in my room “working”, my skin still itches like I’m covered in fire ants. I make it about an hour after lunch before I slump out of the room. What I see makes my mouth go dry.
Dil must have gone down for her nap early because Lucas is in the center of the room with his shirt off. A pair of sweatpants rides low on his hips while he does squats. He’s been at it for a while if the sheen of sweat is anything to go by.
I move on instinct before I realize what I’m doing, coming to a stop right in front of him. Lucas stands up straight, smiling at me.
“Ezrah, taking a break from your-”
I cut him off, grabbing his face and sealing my lips against his. For a moment he’s stunned, standing perfectly still, and I worry I might have made a mistake.
But before I can pull away, he melts against me.
His hands come up to clutch at my shoulders, pulling me flush against him. My hands clawed at his hair, nails leaving red marks of desperation on his neck.
“Fuck, Ezrah,” he breathes against my lips.
I pull him back in for another kiss, rough and needy. He nips at my lower lip, pulling at it with his teeth. I can’t stop the low moan that escapes me.
“Is that what you want?” His voice is dark with lust. “You want me to be a little rougher with you?”
“Please!” My cock throbs painfully just at the thought.
Lucas grins at me. “I think I can do that.”
Then he’s on me again. His lips and teeth clashed against mine hard enough to bruise. It sets my every cell on fire, and my hands scramble to hold on to anything they can find. I end up gripping the waistband of his pants like a lifeline.
Lucas’s lips work against my throat, teeth raking against skin.
I let out a cry at a particularly hard bite. He pulls back soothing the skin with a gentle kiss.
“Too much?” he asks.
“Fuck no!”
“Good,” he says in a low predatory growl. He presses his face back into my neck, biting down, pulling another strangled cry from me.
He works his way down my neck, each bite burning me to my very core. He gets to the collar of my shirt and growls again.
Then his hands clutch at the fabric and rip.
I gasp as my shirt tears like paper, leaving my chest bare and my arms pinned by the sleeves. Lucas’s lips are on the exposed skin in seconds, hands shoving the shirt from my arms.
“I liked that shirt.”
“I’ll get you a new shirt.”
His teeth scrape against my collarbone. “Lucas, more!” I groan.
“Don’t worry, I’m going to give it to you.” His hands roam my chest and abs, nails raking over my nipples.
I clutch at his hair, urging him downward.
But Lucas won’t be rushed. He’s going at his own pace and all I can do is go along for the ride. Finally, his mouth reaches my chest, breath ghosting teasingly over a nipple.
I whimper, arching toward him.
Then his mouth is on my nipple and my legs threaten to give out. The only things holding me up are his arms around my waist.
“Maybe we should move somewhere a little more comfortable?”
“Whatever you want.”
Before I can find my feet to walk, the ground flies out from under me. I clutch at Lucas’s neck in shock. One of his arms is under my back, the other is tucked under my knees.
“Lucas! What the hell?” I squeak.
“Isn’t one of the perks of dating a strong guy that he can carry you to bed?”
Dating? I try not to let myself dwell on that one little word too much, instead twisting up to kiss him.
It probably isn’t my best idea ever to kiss him while he’s carrying me. We almost collide with the wall beside the doorway, but somehow we make it to my room. Lucas throws me on the bed and gives me a predatory grin while he crawls over me.
My hands stroke every inch of skin I can reach. It’s not enough. It can never be enough. We quickly tug our pants off for more access. A shudder of relief runs through me at the increased skin contact, but I still need-
“More!”
Lucas flips me onto my stomach, yanking my hips into the air. One hand holds my hips hard enough to bruise while the other flips open the lube cap.
“Hold yourself open for me,” he orders.
I move before I even process what he said, reaching back to hold myself open and exposed.
“Please, give it to me.”
“Don’t worry,” a finger presses into me with no hesitation.
I whimper, pushing back onto it. He pulls it out and smacks my ass cheek lightly.
“You’ll get it when I say you’re ready.”
After only a few more lazy thrusts, he pulls back and pushes in a second finger. He curls them until he hits the spot that makes me see stars.
“Fuck me! Lucas!” I beg, cock leaking on the sheets.
A chuckle is Lucas’ only reply.
He moves torturously slowly now, not bothering with thrusting at all, just rubbing on that spot over and over again.
“Please, please move!”
He gives a put-upon sigh, but it comes out a little ragged like his control isn’t what he’s pretending it is. Without any more teasing, he adds a third finger.
I moaned desperately. It isn’t what I want. It’s not enough, but I can feel myself getting closer to the edge anyway as he tortures my prostate.
“Lucas,” my hips bucked against the bed, desperate for some kind of friction. “If you don’t get inside my right now!” I can’t even think of a threat. The scratch of the blankets against my cock is about to provide an orgasm, satisfactory or not.
He quickly grabs the base of my cock, pushing down the tidal wave of pleasure, his hand stilling inside me. “None of that. I’m not even inside of you yet.”
“Then fuck me already!”
He hums. “I just don’t think you’re ready. I mean do you even really want me to? I’m just not convinced.”
“Please!”
He just goes back to his internal massage. I let out a frustrated growl.
“Get off of me!” I shove away from him.
Lucas pulls back stunned. Before he can react further or put a sentence together, my lips are on his. I shove him flat on his back and throw a leg over him.
He watches me with awe as I sink down on his cock. A long breathy moan of satisfaction spills from my lips when he fills me up. The stretch is perfect, just enough to feel, not enough to hurt. Fuck it was like his cock was made for me.
He recovers enough to pull me against his chest. He plants his feet on the bed and thrusts into me hard, almost brutally. It’s everything I needed. There are no thoughts left in my head, only the intense pleasure growing stronger and stronger. It’s not long before it sweeps me out to sea.
“Lucas!” I cry, giving in, spilling come between us.
He follows not long after me.
Arms around my waist, he looks at me like I hung the stars.
“What’s that face?” I ask, rolling off of him to clean myself up.
“It's just- this is the first time you’ve been physical with me first. It was nice. I really like it.”
I really like you. “It's no big deal. Not like it was anything we haven’t done before.” I flop back in bed, avoiding his eyes.
“It felt a little different to me.”
I don’t say anything, just worm my way into his arms. “We should get up. It's the middle of the day.”
“Is there something we need to be doing?”
“No.”
“Then let’s just enjoy this for a bit. Please?”
I huff in mock irritation. “Fine. Not like I’ve been getting any writing done anyway. Might as well take a nap or whatever.”
I can feel his grin as he presses a kiss to the top of my head.