“Close?” I rasp, my breath dragging against the nape of his neck before I press my lips to his skin.
He whimpers, nodding frantically, face buried in the sheets. “Mmm,please, please?—”
God, he’s beautiful like this.
And fuck me, the only thing that could make this better would be Alaina in the mix.
I lean in tighter, chest to his sweat-slick back, my cock buried deep inside him, and slide my hand around to stroke him again, matching the slow rhythm of my hips.
“You’re everything, baby,” I whisper against his ear. “But imagine how good it’d be with our girl here too. Imagine her underneath you, that tight little pussy gripping your cock while I fuck your ass.”
Luc lets out a ragged, broken moan, and his whole body shudders.
“Me, deep in you.” I breathe, thrusting harder. “You, deep in her, feeling every inch of me while you fuck her into the mattress.”
His muscles clench around me so hard that it makes me groan.
“Picture her moaning under you.” I hiss. “Trembling because she’s so full of you, of me. Her perfect tits bouncing,and her strong thighs shaking while I fuck you through her.”
He arches, and then he simplybreaks. A choked shout rips out of him as he comes hard into the sheets, convulsing around my cock like he’s coming from every place I’m touching him.
Andshit, watching him fall apart like that, with my name in his mouth and her in our head, might just finish me too.
“Fuck!” I slip my hand up his chest, over his throat, holding him to me as my hips stutter against his, pressing my mouth to the back of his neck before I can’t resist anymore and bite him.
Groaning, I thrust one last time, grinding in as I come. My cock pulses inside him, while heat spills between us, and I just keep moving, small rocking grinds as I ride it out and anchor myself in his body heat.
My hand at his throat loosens as I kiss the shell of his ear and whisper his name like it’s the only word I still know.
“Luc…”
We stay like that, me draped over him, softening inside him, our bodies pressed close, and neither of us speaks while I breathe him in, the scent of sex, skin, and that hint of lavender that still clings to him. I can feel his heartbeat through his back, a rhythm against my chest that steadies mine.
Eventually, I shift, just enough to ease out of him, and he winces at the sensitivity.
“Sorry, that got a little away from me,” I murmur, kissing the spot I bit earlier. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” he murmurs into the pillow. “I just got fucked, and I loved it.”
I get up with a laugh, padding to the sink to run warm water, grab a washcloth, and find a bottle of water in the mini-refrigerator. When I return, Luc is still sprawled where I left him, dazed, beautiful, and completely done for.
I kneel beside him, wipe him down slowly, and when I’m done, I toss the cloth on the floor, pull the covers back, and ease him under them. Then I slide in beside him, pull him to my side so his cheek rests on my chest, and hold him like he’s mine.
Because heis.
He hums softly, eyelids fluttering.
“You okay?” I ask again, sliding my palm over his forehead, because a silent Luc Delacroix is something new and may worry me a little.
He nods against my skin. “Yeah. Just still processing.”
Fuck, that’snot good?
Was I too rough after all?
Was it too fast?
Does he second-guess this?
