Chapter 6 #3
My hips grind against him, needy and angry that of course Lucas Callahan knows how to use his mouth. And his tongue. Yeah, definitely his tongue.
Lucas’s grip on my hips tightens and before I know it, he flips us so he’s on his back and I’m sitting right on his chest. Wet, clenching, and desperate.
“What are you doing?” I whine, earning me a chuckle.
“Ride my face.”
I let out a startled laugh, looking down at Lucas to see that he’s dead serious but because I don’t need to be told twice—not in this context at least—I scoot so that I’m hovering over his face.
Without a warning, Lucas grips my hips and pulls me down onto him. The loudest, most guttural whimper I’ve ever made slips past my lips when Lucas presses his tongue flat against my clit.
“Oh my god,” I gasp, leaning over to grip the sheets and give myself something to hold onto, my legs shaking.
“That the best you got, Stryker?” Lucas’s words have my thighs tightening around his head. “I want you to ride my face, Princess. So ride my fucking face.”
I take the invitation and begin to desperately rut my hips against his warm tongue, needing more.
My hand reaches down, grabbing onto his hair again because I need to know that this is real.
Not another wet dream that ends with my fingers deep inside me while not allowing myself to moan the one name I’ve desperately wanted for months.
The sound of a zipper has me opening my eyes. I follow Lucas’s hand that isn’t on my waist to see him pulling out his cock, stroking himself all while tongue fucking me.
The knowledge of the taste of me having this much of an effect on him has my hips slowly coming to a stop. Lucas gives the side of my thigh a slap, my hips jerking against him.
“You really gonna continue playing hard to get when you’re this wet for me?” To prove his point, his tongue laps between my thighs.
My breath hitches and my body screams at me to not pull away but I need Lucas in my mouth.
Need the taste of him on my tongue.
“Not playing hard to get, Callahan.” I lift myself away from him, clumsily turning around so he’s still dangerously close to the aching pulse between my thighs, but now I’m able to lick Lucas’s cock from the base to his leaking tip before taking him between my lips completely.
Lucas chokes on his own breath, encouraging me to continue.
He sits warm and solid against my tongue.
Slightly salty and all kinds of addictive.
I pull back and lower my mouth back on him.
My head begins to bob slowly and the movement has Lucas’s hips bucking up.
He hits the back of my throat, causing me to gag and pull away and him to freeze completely before apologies begin to fly past his lips.
“I’m so fucking sorry, sweetheart—you just feel so fucking good, I didn’t mean—”
“Do it again,” I swipe the tip of my tongue up his shaft and Lucas shivers below me. “Fuck my mouth.” I breathe against his warm skin, taking him back in my mouth, interrupting his unnecessary apology.
“Jesus Christ, Denise.” He throws his head back against the pillows as I take him as deep as I can, his tip hitting the back of my throat yet again.
The sensation of him thrusting up against the back of my throat has my eyes rolling back and the tingling only intensifies when he puts his own mouth back on me. My entire body is on fire in the best way possible.
His tongue. His thrusts.
It only has me rocking against him. Faster. Frantic.
I’ve had hookups. Some bad. Some amazing. Others just good enough to satisfy me for the time being. But this is something I’ve yet to experience with anyone. Man or woman.
It’s almost like my body is warning me that Lucas has just become my new favorite drug of choice. There’s no way I can ever go back to keeping my desires aimed as far away from him as possible. No. Not when he’s the center of those desires.
“Princess,” Lucas groans against me. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to come.”
I pull away from him long enough to say, “Then come.”
“As much as I love having your mouth on me, I’ve thought about fucking you for longer than I’d like to admit. I want to be inside of you.”
I hum, acknowledging his words but not bothering to pull away. Not until I feel his grip on my thighs tighten and his hips jerk up like he can’t himself. It’s then that I decide to put the poor guy out of his misery—for now—and pull away.
I flip back around so that I’m now straddling him, my hands resting on his chest to keep myself steady as I lean down to kiss up his chest.
“How long?” I pull my dress over my head, discarding it somewhere in the dimly lit room. The dull overhead light casting soft shadows along Lucas’s skin.
Lucas swallows, hands taking advantage of my now completely bare skin. “What?”
I nibble on his neck, lightly rocking my hips against his. “How long have you thought about fucking me, Lucas?”
His laugh is almost painful. Pathetic.
It sends a wave of tingles up my spine and straight down to between my legs.
“Would it be bad if I said from the moment I laid my eyes on you?”
My lips gently swipe over his, purposely keeping the movement brief just to feel the way Lucas tenses every time he thinks I’ll finally bring my lips to his.
“It’d only be bad because you didn’t do it sooner.” I finally kiss him again, his lips quickly moving against mine. Wet, sloppy, and hungry.
I nip at his bottom lip, the tip of my tongue smoothing over the skin.
I yelp when Lucas hooks his arms under my legs and moves me so that I’m now on my hands and knees, facing the headboard.
The effortlessness of it has me pushing my hips back into his as he settles behind me.
A string of curse words leaves his lips while his hand runs up my spine, then down to my ass before pulling his hand away just for him to bring it back with a slap.
I choke on my words and I clench around nothing when he does it again. And again. Until the skin there now stings and is sensitive to touch. My forehead drops down onto the now rumpled sheets when Lucas reaches around my waist, his fingers drawing circles against me, feeling how wet I am.
He swears under his breath and I’m about to curse him out when I feel him pull away but when I turn my head, he’s hurriedly discarding his jeans and boxers. I don’t move from my spot as I watch him flip his wallet open to pull out a condom.
A tiny laugh escapes me.
Lucas looks at me as he rips the package open with his teeth, an eyebrow arched.
“You always this prepared, Callahan?”
He shakes his head while rolling the condom onto his seemingly now painfully hard cock. I almost feel bad for making him wait so long but then again, where’s the fun in giving in so soon?
“I only ever put one in my wallet when I know you’ll be around,” he admits.
There is literally no way one man can be this perfect but I guess if it had to be anyone, it makes sense Lucas is one of them.
He takes his spot behind me, hands resting on my waist and lips pressing open-mouthed kisses along my spine. My patience begins to grow thin as he runs his tip along my entrance.
I groan into the mattress. “Just fuck me, Lucas.”
In one fluid motion, Lucas sinks himself into me with the confidence of a man who knows how to give it rough when it’s needed. And right now I need every fucking inch. As if he knows this, Lucas pushes all the way until he bottoms out.
The thickness of him not only floods my walls but my senses too. He remains still inside me, thick and warm. Stretching me out in the most delicious way I’ve ever experienced.
He chuckles. Deep and amused. I wiggle against him, needing to be closer. Wanting to form into one if we have to. But he remains completely still inside me. “Tell me how much you’ve wanted this, Denise.”
The weight of him might as well be considered one of god’s greatest gifts but I’m still hardheaded so instead of giving him what he wants, I shake my head.
Lucas pulls me up so that my back is now against his chest. He takes one of my breasts into his hand while the other grips my hip and his lips kiss my shoulder.
I swallow my own whimper from the closeness.
“I can hear how wet you are for me. I can feel it too.” He gifts me with one torturously slow thrust. “But I want to hear you say it, ’cause you sure as shit like to pretend I haven’t caught you eye-fucking me before. ”
Besides my shallow breaths, I remain quiet but this doesn’t last long when Lucas begins to completely pull out of me.
“No,” I whine, clenching harder around him, desperate to keep him inside. He grants me the favor of sinking back into me but his thrusts remain deliberate and restrained.
His breath is hot against my ear, hand moving away from my breast and to my neck. “All you have to do is admit it, Denise. Tell me you’ve thought about this.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, hot tears threatening to spill out with how close I can feel myself getting but Lucas keeps slowly dragging himself out of me. Only to inch back in before pulling away again.
I know all I have to do is admit that he’s right. That I’ve spent nights with my fingers buried deep inside me, thinking about this very moment. But because something in me can’t let Lucas have all the power, I force my eyes open and lean my head back so that my mouth is now near his ear.
“If you’re not going to fuck me, Callahan, I’ll go home and do it myself.”
Lucas stops mid-thrust, hand dropping from my neck and letting me fall forward. I catch myself with the palms of my hands, only for one quick thrust of his hips to have his dick completely back inside me. My arms buckle and fall forward again, face now pressing against the sheets.
After doing nothing but pushing him away for so long, I’m not quite sure how Lucas can still want me after all that, but I won’t argue with him about it right now because having him pull out is not an option.
So I thank whatever higher power there may be and savor the sweetness of the burn between my thighs.
With every quick thrust, the headboard slams against the wall but I couldn’t care less about anyone hearing us. In fact, the idea has me clenching even tighter around Lucas.
“You just think the world revolves around you, don’t you?” Lucas asks, his thrusts not faltering. I guess you have to have a certain amount of stamina to be chasing around a puck for an hour.
Then the thought of Lucas taking me in the locker rooms after one of his games flashes through my head. Or maybe in the showers. Hell, I’d let him fuck in the stands if it came to that.
Lucas sighs. “Unfortunately for me, Princess, my entire world does revolve around you. Which is why I’m still going to give you what you want, even when you act like a brat because there’s no way I’m going to let someone else fuck you like this.”
He brings his hand back around to rub my clit, bringing me so close to the edge.
“You ready to finally give me what I want and come?”
My toes curl, legs shake, and I cry out the words, “Don’t stop,” like a mantra as the pleasure finally tips over and I crash.
Hard. My body jerks and my hands grip onto the sheets, needing to hold onto something due to the sensation of floating.
I feel Lucas’s hips stutter against mine.
A few more thrusts and he’s pressing me closer to him by the hips until a string of curses come out in a groan.
My body falls limp and I don’t care to move, not when I’m more focused on catching my breath and the all-too-good burn of Lucas giving me one more thrust before pulling out.
We both wince and I watch him peel off the condom and toss it into the trash near the nightstand before he falls down onto the spot next to me, moving me so that I’m resting on his chest.
I try to focus on Lucas drawing random shapes on my hip, instead of thinking about how I don’t do this with hookups. Sticking around any longer than necessary can sometimes create this weird dynamic of “so when can I see you again?”
Most of the time I get lucky and the guy understands what this is, but I never try to rock the boat by staying or cuddling.
I don’t usually wrap my arms around them to keep them from leaving.
And I definitely don’t let them hold me like this but maybe it’s because I know I’ll still see Lucas around after tonight.
Whether I pretend to like it or not, we’re kind of in the same circle of people.
Yeah, that explains what’s happening right now.
I’m just being nice so I don’t make things awkward. Granted, I don’t think I’ve ever done anything in my life just to spare someone’s feelings but it’s the only thing that makes sense right now. And that belief is what’s keeping me from pulling away from Lucas’s warmth too soon.
This is for Lucas.
Not me.
He’s a nice guy. It’s the least I can do, isn’t it?
“You were right.” Lucas finally breaks the silence between us.
I lift my head from his chest, my eyes heavy. “I usually am but about what specifically?”
He pinches my hip, earning a soft smack to his chest. “We definitely should’ve done that sooner.” He kisses my lips and I let him.
Another thing I never do after sex and yet I don’t hate it.
“Yeah.” I rest my back against his chest. “Was just wondering when you’d stop being a chicken.”
“A chicken? I was being respectful!”
“There was absolutely nothing respectful about what you just did to me.”
He hums. “And I can say with confidence that you enjoyed every second of it.”
I scoff, yet I still press my body closer into him. “Don’t let it get to your head, Callahan.”
The music just outside the door carries into the room but Lucas and I remain still, our breathing slowly beginning to match one another. Voices from passersby have me opening my eyes and actually looking around the bedroom, not caring to do so when I ushered Lucas in and locked the door.
The walls are covered in Top Gun posters and the shelves are neatly lined with figures of half-dressed anime girls. There’s also a pink bong sitting carelessly on the windowsill.
I snort. “Lucas?”
“Yeah?”
The tip of my finger mindlessly runs along his jawline. “Whose room is this?”
I watch him open his eyes and slowly take in the room like I did until he’s looking back at me. “No fucking clue.”
We both burst into a fit of laughter before clumsily getting dressed before someone can bang on the door and yell at us for having sex in their bedroom.