Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Lucian
Orientation in a Few Easy Steps
There’s a sound a woman makes when she wants to be ruined.
It’s not a moan—at least not right away.
It’s more subtle.
A breath.
A pause. A throaty stutter in her chest. That’s the sound Olivia makes as I drag her into the bedroom.
Her mouth is kiss-swollen, her hair barely held up, and that T-shirt—barely hangs off her like it’s been punished for clinging too well to her hips.
I should let her catch her breath.
I should pretend that our little contract means nothing when she looks at me like she’s daring me to come claim what we both already know I want.
But we’re past pretending now.
I lean in the doorway for a second longer, letting my gaze drag down her legs—those long, golden legs that always cross when she’s pretending she’s not paying attention to me.
Now? She’s not crossing anything.
She’s standing at the edge of the bed like she’s wondering what’s going to happen next.
So, I show her.
I reach behind me, twist the doorknob, and close the door with a soft click.
“Sarah’s in the hallway,” I murmur, locking it.
“This is adult time.”
Olivia lifts her brows.
“Is that what we’re calling it now?”
“I didn’t think ‘time for me to peel you out of that shirt and lick you until you forget your name’ fit on the schedule.”
She swallows.
Hard.
Good.
I move toward her, slowly.
“Do you know what happens when you sign a benefits contract with a man who’s been thinking about getting you naked since the second you moved in next door?”
She steps back, one foot behind the other, until the backs of her knees hit the mattress.
“I assume there’s a full orientation?”
“Oh, there is,” I say as I reach for the hem of her shirt.
She doesn’t stop me.
Instead, she lifts her arms.
And I don’t rip it off her—I drag it.
Slow. Inch by inch. Over her hips, up her rib cage, until her breasts fall free and I stop breathing.
No bra.
Of course.
The shirt hits the floor, and she’s standing in nothing but light purple panties with a waistband that says “Tuesday.”
“It’s Monday,” I murmur, voice low.
“You’re either behind or ahead.”
“I just grab what’s available,” she says, cheeks flushed, nipples peaked.
I step closer and brush the back of my knuckles over one tight bud.
“Should I help you catch up?”
She makes that sound again—like air catching in her throat.
So I kiss her. Deep.
Dirty. With a hand around the back of her neck and the other at the small of her back, guiding her exactly where I want her—against me, thighs pressing together like she’s trying to hide the way her body is begging.
“You’ve been thinking about this,” I say against her mouth.
“Ever since we signed it.”
“No,” she whispers.
Liar.
I slip my fingers under the waistband of her panties.
“You’re already wet, Liv.”
She doesn’t deny it.
Instead, she breathes out, “Lucian?—”
And that’s when I sink to my knees in front of her.
She stiffens. “What are you?—”
“We offer great benefits, Doc,” I murmur, my lips brushing against her hip.
“Allow me to show you some of them.”
I hook my thumbs into the sides of her panties and tug them down.
She lets me. Eyes wide, lips parted, that breath still caught somewhere behind her ribs.
When the panties drop to the floor, I groan.
“Fuck me.”
“Is that a request or an observation?” she manages.
I lean in and press a kiss to the inside of her thigh.
“Both.”
Then I part her legs and run my hands up her thighs, settling them on her hips as I look up at her cunt—bare, slick, and already glistening for me.
“Lie down,” I say. It’s not a question.
She does.
Back against the pillows.
Legs open. Vulnerable in every way that matters.
And fuck, if that isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Look at you,” I whisper, dragging my mouth up the inside of her thigh.
“All that attitude. All those snarky texts. And you’re lying here dripping, waiting for me to taste your pretty little cunt.”
She gasps, her fingers curling into the sheets.
So I do.
I lick her slowly—broad, possessive strokes that make her hips jerk and her hands claw at the comforter.
I take my time, savoring the way her body shudders beneath my tongue, the way her thighs tremble when I suck her clit into my mouth and hum.
“Lucian,” she moans.
“God, Lucian?—”
I slide two fingers inside her and curl them just right.
She arches. Breath catches.
And that’s when I know I’ve got her.
Right before she says yes— there’s a moment where I swear the entire world stops.
Not in the dramatic, end-of-times way.
Not even like the big plays where the crowd goes silent just before the ball hits the receiver’s hands.
It’s quieter than that.
Subtler.
It’s the sound of her breath hitching when I murmur, “Tell me what you want.
The pause in her pulse.
The flick of her eyes, dark and uncertain, scanning mine like she’s trying to decide whether this is still banter or if she’s already halfway in.
Spoiler: she’s totally in.
So am I.
The air between us is so tight it hums. I haven’t touched her yet—truly touched her—and already she’s flushed, her breathing uneven, legs shifting as if she doesn’t know what to do with the desire building in her thighs.
“I want to see if you can make good on all that mouth of yours,” she whispers, chin tilted up like she’s daring me to come closer.
God, I love her mouth.
That attitude. That shirt—that barely qualifies as clothing.
“You sure?” I ask, stepping in so close the hem of her oversized sleep shirt brushes my knuckles.
“Because once I start, I’m not stopping until you’ve forgotten every other man you’ve ever been with.”
She lets out this shaky laugh.
“Ah, the cockiness.”
I lean in, my voice a murmur against her throat.
“Sweetheart, I’ve been hard for a week thinking about what I’d do to you. You think I’m gonna waste a single second?”
Her hands press flat against my bare chest, fingers flexing like she’s caught somewhere between pushing me away and pulling me closer.
I give her one last chance—a heartbeat of stillness.
“You want me to stop?” I ask.
Olivia doesn’t speak at first.
She simply gazes at me—lips parted, eyes heavy, chest rising and falling with small, stuttering breaths that tell me everything I need to know.
Then her fingers curl against my skin, and she gives the slightest shake of her head.
“Don’t you fucking dare.”
My mouth curves into a slow, filthy grin.
“That’s my girl.”
I don’t waste another second.
I drop to my knees again, palms skimming up her thighs to spread her open for me.
She’s already so wet I can smell her—sweet, slick, needy—my mouth waters.
“You’ve been like this all night?” I murmur, brushing my lips just above her clit.
“Soaking through your cute little Tuesday panties while you pretended we were just roommates?”
She lets out this broken little sound—half gasp, half whimper—and rocks her hips toward my face.
Hungry.
“Good girl,” I murmur.
“You waited for me.”
And then I give her what she’s been begging for since the second I closed that door.
I lick her slowly, starting with one long, teasing stroke from her entrance up to her clit.
She jerks like I shocked her, a soft cry tumbling from her lips.
I don’t stop. I do it again, slower this time, flattening my tongue and dragging it through her folds, savoring the way she trembles under my mouth.
Then I settle in, one hand gripping her thigh, the other splayed across her belly to hold her down.
She’s already squirming, already panting.
“Stay still,” I growl.
“Let me eat this perfect little pussy like I’ve been dreaming about for days.”
Her fingers tangle in my hair.
She’s so close already.
I can feel it in the way her hips try to chase my mouth, in the frantic way she’s whispering my name.
So, I double down.
I flick my tongue against her clit, fast and light, before sucking it into my mouth with slow, firm pressure.
Her thighs clamp around my head, and she moans—loud, desperate, raw.
“That’s it,” I whisper against her.
“Let go for me, baby.”
She’s panting now.
Writhing.
“Lucian—oh my God—fuck?—”
I hum again, tongue circling her clit, fingers digging into her thighs to keep her wide open.
“You taste like fucking heaven,” I groan, licking her deeper now.
“This is mine, Olivia. Mine. You get that? This perfect pussy—this sweet, soaked cunt—it’s mine to ruin.”
She whimpers, hips rocking against my face, chasing every flick of my tongue like she needs it to breathe.
“Say it,” I growl. “Say you’re my good girl.”
She shakes her head as if she doesn’t trust herself to speak, but I don’t let up.
I suck her clit again, tongue lashing, and she shatters.
“I’m—fuck—I’m your good girl,” she cries, voice wrecked, thighs trembling against my shoulders.
I moan against her as she comes, wet and wild, clutching my hair like she’s drowning in it.
Her whole body arches off the bed, and I don’t stop—I keep licking her through it, dragging every last pulse of her orgasm out of her until she’s gasping, twitching, begging.
“Lucian—please—too much?—”
I finally slow down, pressing one last kiss to her clit, then licking her softly, gently, like an apology.
She’s wrecked. Glowing.
Her body limp, her chest heaving, her lips parted like she just survived a storm.
I press my palms to the bed on either side of her hips and push up, kissing a slow path from her belly to her ribs to the valley between her breasts.
“Still think it’s cocky if I say I know exactly how to make you come?” I murmur against her skin.
Her fingers drag through my hair again, tugging me until our mouths meet.
She kisses me like she’s starving.
Like she doesn’t care that she can taste herself on my tongue.
And god, I want more.
But I pause. Let her breathe.
Let her feel it.
That this wasn’t just physical.
That I meant every filthy word I said.
I settle my forehead against hers and smile, voice rough as I whisper, “Round one of your benefits package has officially been activated, Doctor.”
“What about you?” she almost stutters.
I grin. “You want to take care of me, baby?”
She nods slowly.
Wow, this woman is not exactly what I expected, but I like it.
So I say, “Once you’re ready. I want to hit that throat hard—but not with a condom.”
“That’s fair,” she agrees.
Her nod is slow. There’s a softness in her eyes but underneath it?
A glint. That same look she gave me before she ever signed that contract—the one that says she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
I should’ve known she wasn’t just going to lie back and take it.
“Come here,” she says, voice quiet but sure.
I raise a brow, staying between her legs, still crouched on my knees.
“Yeah?”
She bites her bottom lip and sits up, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
“Yeah.”
I rise to my feet, slow and curious, watching her every move.
She doesn’t shy away.
Doesn’t falter. Her legs dangle off the edge of the bed as she looks up at me, still flushed, still wrecked—and somehow in control now.
It’s sexy as hell.
“Take these off.” She reaches out and brushes her fingers over the waistband of my sweats, tugging lightly.
I exhale through my nose, a crooked smile pulling at my lips.
“Getting bossy, Doc.”
“I just want to see you,” she murmurs.
“All of you.”
Fuck me.
I shove the sweats down without another word.
Her breath catches—quiet and reverent—as she looks at me.
At my cock, thick and flushed, already straining with the need I’ve been holding back maybe since I arrived.
She doesn’t touch me.
Not yet. Just lets her eyes roam, dragging down my stomach, my thighs, then back up to meet mine.
“Lucian,” she says softly.
“Lie down.”
That catches me off guard.
I blink. “What?”
“Just . . . lie down,” she says again, patting the bed behind her.
I don’t move.
She arches a brow.
“Scared?”
God, I love her.
I shake my head with a low laugh and climb onto the bed, settling against the pillows.
She swings one leg over me, straddling my hips, completely bare except for that flushed pink still coloring her cheeks and chest.
And damn, the sight of her—breasts upturned, nipples still peaked, her pussy hovering right over my cock, slick and glistening—it makes my throat go dry.
“You know what you’re doing?” I murmur.
She smiles. “Not really.”
“I’m not wearing a condom,” I warn her.
“It’s okay. I want this, but if you don’t, stop me.” Then she wraps her fingers around me.
Shit.
My hips jerk as her hand slides down my shaft, slow and purposeful.
She’s watching me now, studying every twitch of muscle, every flicker of reaction like she’s mapping me out.
“Jesus, Olivia—” My voice breaks on the last syllable.
“You okay?” she teases, sliding her hand up again, twisting gently at the tip.
“Define okay.”
She laughs softly, then shifts her hips—low, just enough to let the slick heat of her cunt brush along the length of me.
No penetration. No mouth.
Just her bare, wet pussy dragging against my cock like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
I nearly come on the spot.
“Fuck,” I groan, my head tipping back.
“You trying to kill me?”
Her hand keeps working me—slick with her arousal now—while she rocks her hips slowly, rubbing herself along the underside of my shaft.
My cock slides between her folds, catching on her clit every few strokes, and she gasps like she didn’t expect it to feel this good.
Neither did I.
She’s teasing both of us.
Pushing the line. And it’s intimate.
Way more than I thought this would be.
She bites her lip again, that sweet flush creeping higher up her chest as she drags her slick center over me once more.
“You feel . . . big.”
I huff a broken laugh.
“That’s because I am.”
She rolls her eyes and grins, but the next time she rocks against me, she lets out a quiet whimper, and her hips stutter.
“You’re soaked,” I murmur, reaching up to cup her breast. “And you’re still teasing me.”
Her fingers tighten around my cock.
She leans forward, bracing herself on her other hand, and presses her chest closer to my face.
Her nipple grazes my mouth and I can’t help it—I suck it in, swirling my tongue once, hard.
“Lucian,” she gasps, hips bucking against me again.
I groan against her skin.
“You want me to come, baby? Is that what this is?”
She nods, breathless.
“I want to watch you come.”
I blink up at her, stunned silent for half a second.
She wants me undone.
Completely undone. She wants to see it happen.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” I whisper.
Her lips brush my ear.
“Yes, I do.”
And fuck me, that’s it.
I slide my hands down her back, gripping her ass to help her move, dragging her soaked heat across my cock again and again as her hand strokes me, squeezing at the head just right.
My stomach tightens.
My thighs go tense.
I’m right there.
“You want it?” I rasp.
She looks down at me, wild and flushed, her hair falling forward.
“Yes.”
I grab her hips, guiding her one last time along my shaft, and everything snaps.
I come with a loud, broken groan—hot ropes spilling over her stomach, her chest, streaking her tits as I jerk under her touch.
She strokes me through it, slow and gentle, milking every last drop until I collapse against the pillows, chest heaving, heart pounding like I just ran a fucking marathon.
She looks down at herself, cheeks flushed, cum streaked over her skin.
And then she smiles.
Slow.
Smug.
Beautiful.
“Marked,” she whispers, dragging one finger through it.
I groan. “You’re gonna kill me.”
She grins and leans down, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth.
“Then I guess I’m worth dying for.”
God help me, she is.
I pull her down into my arms, not caring that I’m still catching my breath, not caring that we’re both a mess.
I hold her, feel her heartbeat against mine, and realize something I hadn’t planned on realizing tonight.
This isn’t just sex.
It’s not just benefits.
It’s her.
And I’m absolutely fucked.
She’s still straddling me, her body warm and slick against mine, her chest marked with everything I’ve been holding back for days.
Her fingers trail through the chaos she created on me as if she’s memorizing it.
As though she enjoys being covered in it.
And god, maybe I should say something.
Something cocky. Something that lets her know she just flipped the fucking script on me, and I liked it.
But I can’t.
Not yet.
Because all I can do is look at her.
This woman—smiling like she knows she has just ruined me.
Flushed and glowing, her chest heaving with every breath, her lips parted, kiss-swollen and still wet from me.
Mine.
I reach up, curl my hand around the back of her neck, and drag her mouth to mine.
The kiss isn’t sweet.
It’s not soft.
It’s everything.
Messy. Desperate. Her breath is still ragged against mine.
My cum still between us.
Her taste still on my tongue.
She gasps, and I swallow it.
Suck on her bottom lip.
Kiss her like it’s the last fucking thing I’ll ever do right.
Her fingers dig into my shoulders, and she kisses me back just as hard.
There’s nothing gentle about it.
It’s raw. Intense. Real.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.