Chapter 15
Fifteen
Denise
When we make it back to our apartment complex, I don’t even really ask Lucas if I can come up to his place. I just press the button to his floor when we get on the elevator.
His eyes widen and he stutters over his words for a moment, before clearing his throat and going back to talking about how he and his sisters tried to make their own waterpark when they were kids.
I can’t help but chuckle when Lucas starts to fumble with his keys when I stand a little too close to him, and my hand just so happens to accidentally run up the outside of his thigh.
He pushes the door open, pulling me in with him. We both stumble over each other, laughing. Lucas lifts me up by the waist and I wrap my legs around him. Our mouths move hungrily against each other, our breathing heavy.
Lucas walks down the dark hallway, effortlessly carrying me into his room. He nudges the door open with his foot. After setting me back down and slamming the bedroom door shut, he quickly pulls his shirt over his head and throws it somewhere on the floor.
“Pretty sure Nole is out for the night.” Lucas turns on the lamp on his bedside table, giving the room a warm glow.
I unbuckle his belt before kicking off my shoes and peeling off my leggings and shirt. I pull Lucas in closer by hooking my fingers into his belt loops, bringing my lips to his.
“I wouldn’t care if he was,” I mumble against him.
Lucas lets out a string of curses as his lips trail down to my jaw and neck. I rest my hands on his shoulders to keep myself balanced when something on his dresser catches my attention.
I laugh breathlessly. “Who the hell still owns a camcorder?”
Lucas doesn’t pull away from where he sucks on the skin of my neck. “I use it to film practices.”
I don’t even bother to make a joke about how old he thinks he is by not using literally anything more recent for that, because the idea that pops in my head has me smirking.
I pull away from Lucas, smiling as his lips chase after me.
“Get on the bed.”
Lucas tries to hide his grin, nodding his head and doing as I said. I walk over to his dresser to pick up the camera and flip the screen open. I turn around and lean my back against the dresser, hitting the button and waiting for the red flashing light to tell me it’s now recording.
“What are you up to now, Stryker?”
I turn the camera toward me, holding it a little higher as I reach behind me and unclasp my bra, letting it fall to the floor.
“Fuck,” Lucas sighs, like just the sight of me pains him.
“What do you think about when you get yourself off?” I ask as I pan the camera over my breasts, squeezing them and playing with my own nipples.
I don’t have much going on but I do take advantage of what I have.
“You,” Lucas answers quickly, his voice now raspy.
I hum, expecting that response. I slip off my underwear and walk over to Lucas’s desk, hoisting myself up. The wood is cold, a sharp contrast to my skin.
“You really are desperate for me, aren’t you, Lucas?”
“You have no fucking idea.”
I chuckle. “From how hard your dick looks from over here, I think I have a little bit of an idea.”
I bring my foot up so it rests on his chair and I lift the other leg up so it’s on the edge of the desk, spreading myself so that both Lucas and the camera get a good view.
“What do you say I give you something to watch so you don’t have to resort to your imagination?”
He curses. “I’d say you’re literally my fucking dream.”
A soft sigh escapes my lips as I rub circles over my clit, the coolness of the camera settling on my thigh. “One rule though.” I spread my legs wider, and Lucas shifts in his spot. “You don’t move or I stop, got it?”
Lucas’s eyes stay locked on my hand and the way I play with myself. All he can bring himself to do is nod his head.
“Lucas.” I pull my fingers away, getting his attention. “Got it?”
He swallows and quickly nods. “No moving. Promise.”
I throw my head back, moaning when I slip a finger inside with ease, my pussy so wet knowing Lucas is watching and the camera is on me. I pump my finger in and out a few times before slipping in another finger.
“Tell me how you imagine fucking me when you’re jerking yourself off.” I sigh at the sweet drag of my fingers against my walls. “Tell me what fantasy gets you off.”
Lucas clears his throat and I tilt my head forward again to watch as his hands clench but remain on his thighs, his eyes glued onto every one of my movements.
“I don’t think that’d be a good idea.”
I grin. “Why not?”
“Because I really fucking don’t want you to leave.”
“Alright.” I exhale. “I’ll go first then.
Sometimes I imagine you watching me at the gym but when you can’t take it anymore, you take me right there in front of the mirror.
I’m down on my knees as you fuck the back of my throat and make me watch the whole thing,” I admit with ease because I know for a fact that Lucas has to have thought about it too or at least something similar.
He’s not the best at hiding his erection in public. It’s one of the many reasons I love teasing because I know that I’ll be granted with the view of exactly what I do to him.
My admission of my fantasies about the man continues. “I also wonder what it’d be like if I tied your hands to my bedpost and rode you until you couldn’t take it anymore.”
A whimper slips out. I pump into myself so fast that the wet noise fills the room, coexisting with Lucas’s heavy breathing.
“I think about that so fucking much, especially when I’m in my bed, fucking myself.”
“With your fingers?”
I clench around them. “Sometimes my fingers. Sometimes my vibrator. Sometimes both.”
“Anything else?” he asks, like he desperately needs the answer so that his own little fantasy playing in his head can be complete.
I chuckle. “I guess you’ll have to come over someday and find out.”
I add a third finger and pump into myself, wishing it were Lucas’s thick fingers but also enjoying the desperate look on his face as he fights the urge to stand up and walk over here.
“Do you want to touch me, Lucas?”
His eyes look away from my hand and move to my face, quickly nodding.
I chuckle and shake my head. “Tell me what you think of to get off and then I’ll think about letting you touch me.”
Lucas sighs, jaw clenching.
“What?” I ask, having to slow my movements down, otherwise I’m going to come right now when the fun has just started. “You afraid you’ll scare me off, Callahan?”
His fists tighten and I have to hold back my giggle when he has to adjust himself in his pants.
“A few months ago, I ran into you at the bar and I made a joke about taking you home. That wasn’t really a joke, obviously,” he begins.
“But then you had the nerve to blow me off and flirt with every guy at that fucking bar. I kept thinking about bending you over that pool table and fucking you in front of them so they knew that you were mine.”
I remember that night. I didn’t end up going home with anybody but Lucas did cross my mind that night. The spiciness of his cologne had lingered on me from the jacket he let me borrow. The one that I never gave back and still wear whenever I’m alone.
He’s never asked for it back and I never offered it.
“You think I’m yours, Callahan?”
“I think you secretly like the idea of being mine just as much as I like the thought of being yours.”
Lucas’s eyes meet mine once again, his gaze growing darker. Hungrier. More desperate.
He continues. “I think you just like being a brat. Making me work for every fucking thing.”
I shift, trying to keep my thighs from clenching around my own hand. “What can I say? I like the thought of you begging for me.”
“Yeah?” Lucas hums. “Well, why don’t you make yourself come so you can come over here and ride my dick. See how much I beg then.”
With pleasure.
I throw my head back and my fingers still as my hips jerk, letting out a guttural moan at Lucas’s words. My hips jolt forward and I pump my fingers into myself a few more times, riding out my own high, before slowly pulling my now wet fingers out of me.
Bringing the camera up to my face takes a bit of effort with how heavy my limbs now feel. But I push through and begin to suck on my fingers, swirling my tongue and licking up my own arousal.
Lucas groans desperately and I’m honestly surprised and impressed that he hasn’t stood up once.
I pull my fingers out of my mouth with an exaggerated pop. “Please tell me you have a condom.”
Lucas finally jumps up from the bed and digs through his nightstand.
I lift myself off the desk, my legs shaking, but I still walk over to Lucas.
I pluck the condom from his hand and reach up to press my lips to his.
His tongue swipes over my bottom lip, like he’s trying to taste what’s left of my arousal.
I rest my hand on the center of his chest and guide him until he sits back down on the bed, his back now flat against the mattress.
He lifts his hips for me as I pull down his jeans and boxers, his cock now free and leaking with pre-cum.
The sight makes my mouth water.
I quickly set the camcorder down onto the mattress as I move to straddle his lap and slowly roll the condom onto him.
Lucas picks up the camcorder and sets it onto his nightstand so that both of our bodies are in frame. I can’t help but chuckle, bringing my lips to his.
“You’re kinda greedy, Callahan. Is the footage of me getting myself off not enough?”
“I can tell you right now, watching you bounce on my cock just once isn’t going to be enough.
” He lifts his head to catch my lips with his before I lift my hips up and line Lucas’s tip up between my thighs, sinking slowly onto him.
When he’s resting fully inside me, I rock forward a few times, whimpering at the feeling of him filling me up.
I only ever seem to feel this full when it’s Lucas, but I’m going to try really hard to not think about why that is. Instead, I rest both hands flat on his chest, lifting up and slamming back down onto him.
He throws his head back, hands flying to rest tightly on my thighs.
I do that slowly for a few more times before I pick up my pace, the sound of our shallow breaths filling the space between us.
The sight of Lucas underneath me, watching as I bounce on him, using him to get off, makes me wish this moment wouldn’t end. And because I’m known to be a menace, my movements begin to slow.
Lucas blinks up at me, shaking his head. “Princess, please go faster. I just—fuck I need it, please.”
I grin, that sound being exactly what I wanted, but I don’t speed up. In fact, I remain still with him inside me, only moving to rock my hips forward, the feeling of my clit brushing up against his lower abdomen sending shock waves up my thighs.
Lucas groans yet again. “Denise.”
“Lucas,” I repeat in the same tone, failing to keep myself from smiling.
“Please baby,” he begs. “I need it.”
I begin to kiss up and down his chest, purposely trying to leave marks on his skin. My movements grow faster just for me to slow down and for Lucas to beg me to keep going. I repeat my movements again, causing Lucas to throw his head back in desperation.
“You’re killing me,” he groans.
I begin to kiss him slowly, gently nipping at his bottom lip.
“Yeah? But you’re doing so good for me, Lucas.” I once again rock my hips against his but this time when I pick up my pace, I don’t stop, my own neediness building.
My thighs begin to burn and reluctantly my movements slow, but I try to push through the burning, especially when it creeps up to my hip.
Lucas must notice this because his grip on my waist tightens and he begins to thrust up into me, just as needy as me. I lean forward so that my chest is touching his, my elbows resting on either side of him.
My thrusts meet his and, in this position, my clit rubs against him just the right way, leaving me whining into Lucas’s ear.
“You wanna know another thing I think about to get myself off?” Lucas’s voice rasps next to my ear.
“Yes, god yes,” I choke out.
“I think about how after me, nobody else will ever come close to how I make you feel.”
His thrusts grow frantic. “You wanna know how I make sure that happens in this little fantasy of mine?”
I quickly nod my head, no longer able to form a coherent sentence.
“By fucking you raw for hours and pumping my load into you just so your pussy is always leaking with my cum.”
Jesus Christ, this man is begging one second and then saying shit that has me clenching around him desperately and letting out the most unapologetic whine. His hips stutter against mine and his arms wrap around me, pulling our bodies closer.
We both fall apart at the same time, Lucas’s grip so tight I won’t be surprised if I wake up tomorrow with bruises. I bury my face in his neck, feeling his chest move up and down as he too tries to catch his breath.
A laugh bubbles up my throat, spilling past my lips.
“What?” Lucas can’t help but join in on my laughter.
“Nothing,” I breathe against his neck. “It’s just one moment you’re playing coy and the next you’re threatening me with a good time.”
He shifts and dips his chin so that we’re now looking at each other.
Lucas smirks. “A good time, huh?”
“Yeah.” I run the tips of my fingers over the hickeys beginning to form on his chest. “I’m actually fully expecting that little fantasy to take place during round two.”
“Oh, you’re trouble, Stryker.”