Chapter 26 #2
He sinks back into the sofa, his eyes closed, a satisfied smile on his face.
I should leave him to rest; it’s been a day, but a few shared kisses aren’t enough for me.
Not tonight. I wet my lips, dragging my gaze over his body.
His creased shirt worked its way out of where it was tucked into his jeans hours ago, and the way he’s lying allows the tiniest sliver of skin to show.
Large hands rest on spread knees, and there’s just enough space between them and the coffee table for me to squeeze into. I could—
‘Stop perving on me, Luce.’ His eyes flutter open and his gaze meets mine. The left corner of his mouth tilts up, inviting me to do what I want with him. My uninjured hand goes to his belt, where it was when we were interrupted in the alley yesterday. We have a lot of time to make up for.
‘Am I not allowed to look at my boyfriend now?’
His smile grows. ‘Look all you want.’
I lean into him, connecting our lips. Straight away, his hand snakes into my hair, pulling out my scrunchie so he has better access to my curls.
His other arm wraps around my waist, hefting me onto his lap.
I settle on him without breaking our kiss.
Our lips move faster, harder, sending my head into a spin.
He gives my hair a small tug and a whine slips from my mouth and into his. He smirks. Git.
He tastes of sugar, of however many cups of coffee he had before he came back to the house and I savour every lick of it, ingraining every part of him in my brain in case it’s the only time we get together. Which is a lie. We have forever. It’s the only thing I’m completely sure of.
I trail my good hand down his chest, past his belt to run my fingers along him over his jeans.
He’s already hard for me, and a thrill shoots into my core.
I did that. It’s powerful, and bloody sexy, and makes me want to feel more.
I pull at his fly, unzipping it inch by inch, desperate to continue where we left off earlier.
His breath hitches against my mouth, and his hips buck towards my hand.
I make enough space between us so I can slide my hand into his boxers, cup his hot dick. I trace my fingernails over him, and it twitches as if greeting me.
More. I need more. I tear my lips from his and lick every inch of his skin available to me as I work my way down his body.
I wish I could say it was graceful, but with only one usable hand, I hit the floor as quickly as an elephant falling over.
At least he tries his best to help ease me onto the carpet.
The glass edge of the coffee table bites into my back as I get settled between his legs.
‘Here, let me just…’ He pushes the table back, creating a little space for me while I work on his jeans, taking advantage of him lifting off the sofa to yank everything down enough so I can get to him.
I wrap my fingers around him before he’s even sitting down properly. He gasps, dropping hard into his seat as if his legs have been swept from underneath him.
‘You don’t have to…’ His eyes flicker shut and his plump pink lips part, betraying the words slipping from his mouth.
‘But I want to.’ I pump him once, twice, and delight in the noise of agreement he makes. His tongue darts from between his lips, wets them, then disappears again.
I kiss the tip of his cock, licking the bead of precum from it as I slide my fingers to the base of his shaft. A long moan tells me I’m doing good, though it’s cut short when he throws his arm over his mouth.
‘Now who needs to be quiet?’ I say.
Oh, how the tables have turned. Using his words against him brings me great joy. He twines his fingers into my hair and tugs. I carry on stroking him, resting my injured arm on the sofa next to his hips.
The sound he makes when I wrap my lips around his cock is one of the best things I’ve ever heard.
It’s not the first time we’ve done this, but the late hour, the proximity to everyone else makes it a hundred times better.
Lust burns through me, and it’s all I can do not to climb him, tear my bottoms off and sink onto him.
Tonight. A promise to myself I refuse to break. I can’t wait any longer to have his dick inside me.
But not yet.
I tease him with my tongue, noting when he makes those delightful little noises – something between a purr and a grunt – and doing it more. His spare hand curls into a fist next to my cast.
I wish he would. I want him to choke me with his dick, but there’s still plenty of time for us to explore how deep we can take things, how we can push each other to the limits of our pleasure.
For now, I concentrate on his small frown, the concentration he’s putting into it.
How does a man look so damn adorable and so sexy at the same time?
A shaky breath escapes him. ‘You’re so damn good,’ he whispers. ‘Ah, so fucking good to me, Lucy.’
The muscles in his thighs twitch. He’s close, so I take him deeper, gagging as he squirms. He chants my name as if it’s a prayer, and I suck him harder, flattening my tongue against the underside of him.
Without warning, he pushes me away. ‘Need you… up here… now.’
I’ve never had a guy be rough with me before, but heat pools in my core at the way he tugs me back to his lap, his fingers dipping into my pyjamas until his thumb slides over my clit.
‘Fucking love it when you get wet sucking me.’ He pecks up the side of my neck. ‘Got a condom… in my room… I could…’ His hips rise in time with his thumb, as if he’s already inside me. I can’t let him go, even if it is to get protection. I couldn’t stand the wait.
I’m not sure how, since my skin is already burning, but my cheeks flush. ‘I have some. But I promise I didn’t bring them with the intention to… It’s just Felicity told me I should—’
His laugh vibrates along my skin to my nipples, my clit, and I almost come from the sensation.
‘You always wanted to fuck me, didn’t you, Luce?
You came so fucking prepared, like a good little assistant, knowing that by the end of this tour, you’d make a mess of me.
You better go get them before we go too far. I’m already so fucking close.’
He pushes his hips to mine again to prove his point and I stumble from his lap.
I tug my pyjamas off as I scurry to my open suitcase, already mostly packed, ready for our journey home.
My mission stops me from hiding myself, from turning shy as we get naked together for the first time.
He’s already seen the most intimate parts of me anyway and I find I don’t care if he can see every wrinkle, every roll, every line of cellulite.
I already know the answer to whether he finds me sexy.
He pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his soft stomach, his hard pecs. His cock juts out from a nest of ginger curls and my mouth waters at the sight of him, splayed on the sofa, ready for me.
The condoms are embarrassingly easy to find, and I bring the whole box back with me, abandoning them on the table. I unwrap one, swatting his hands away so I can roll it onto him myself. This isn’t my first rodeo.
‘You drive me fucking nuts.’ He strokes his hands over my back, to my hips then pulls me onto him. His mouth finds my neck, and he sucks on the skin. I gasp, fist his hair, hold him in place.
He rolls his hips, reminding me of the job in hand.
I’m too impatient to take him slow so I drive onto him, moaning as I take him to the root.
My vision blurs at the edges, at the stretch, at the way he fits so perfectly, like he’s made only for me.
The head of his amazing, beautiful cock rubs at my g-sport in just the right way.
I grip the back of the sofa behind him, using it to leverage my movements.
Our sex is hard, and fast, and sweaty. His thumb returns to my clit, rubbing irregular circles.
His hips rise to meet every move of mine.
We’ll have time later to be softer, more romantic but tonight, we’re chasing six weeks of anticipation and if we don’t come soon, at least one of us will explode.
The first shudders take hold of me when he takes a nipple between his teeth and I cry out.
‘Shhh,’ he whispers against it, even as his thrusts grow more erratic, more out of time with mine.
What does it really matter, anyway? The whole house is asleep, and if anyone hears us, well, we agreed to go public, didn’t we?
God knows I’ve had to listen to Cai and Bethan more times than I’ve wanted to and…
I shake the image out of my head and pick up my pace. ‘I love you so much, Rhys.’
The sofa groans under us as I take his last thrusts hard and fast. My orgasm washes over me. My limbs tremble. I pulse around him, gripping hold of every inch of him like he’s a life raft and I’ll die if I let go.