I took a deep breath and relaxed—that was key—staying relaxed. At least that seemed to be the key in all the books I’d read. I pressed the tip of him to my lips, and then into my mouth…further and further and I heard his curse.
His hips jerked.
I gagged, pulling back and coughing.
“Shit, sorry. I wasn’t…I didn’t mean to?—”
I cut him off and tried again, and this time when he didn’t jerk, I managed to stay relaxed enough to fit most of him into my mouth. I sucked and Lukas groaned, so I did it again, and used my hand to squeeze and pump his base.
I moved my head back and forth, sucking, licking. I learned that I liked doing this and feeling powerful because I could feel how affected Lukas was. It was in the trembling of his whole body, of the breathy way he said my name and cursed. I might be on my knees for him, but he was subject to my every whim and desire and I found I quite liked that.
I sucked hard again, after taking him as far in as I could and I brought my other hand up to squeeze his balls and Lukas jerked—hard. Tears slid down my cheeks as his control slipped, and he fucked my mouth. I braced my hands on his thighs and found that I didn’t hate this either. And then he was out of my mouth with an audible pop, and I gasped in air.
Lukas groaned and warmth hit my chest.
I looked up at him, and he was braced with his forehead pressed against the tile staring down at me.
“You wicked girl,” he said, before pulling me to my feet and switching our places.
He put one hand on my lower abdomen and pressed me back against the tile, while using the other one to hook my left leg over his shoulder. He wasted no time, and then his mouth was on me and I moaned—loudly.
The tile was cold against my back—a contrasting feeling to Lukas’ hot hands and equally hot mouth. I trembled and gasped as he licked up me and sucked on my clit.
“Oh God,” I breathed, my hands gripping his hair.
He groaned against me.
I shuddered, my chin dropping forward to my chest. I was so,soclose. I could feel myself teetering on the edge, just ready to tip over. My release was building, my core tightening. My breaths were coming in quick pants, my legs were trembling. I watched him. It’s as if he felt my eyes on him, so he looked up at me as he sucked hard. At the same time, he pressed two fingers inside me and curled.
The noise that fell from my lips as I came was unholy. Lukas continued to work me through it and no sooner did one end, did I feel another orgasm building. He was the only thing holding me up. The second time I came, my vision went white, and I couldn’t breathe.
I felt him move, his arms wrapped around me, holding me up, because my legs were utterly useless. I gripped his arms and Lukas pressed a kiss into my hair. His clothes were soaked and cold, but I had never felt so comfortable.
“How are you feeling?” He asked, his voice soft.
I mumbled something—I think. My brain was still too blissed out to function. Tremors still shuddered through my body as my clit fluttered and my pussy clenched. We hadn’t even had sex yet, and already I’d experienced and felt more than I ever had with Asher.
Lukas chuckled and reached around me to turn off the water and then I was wrapped in a towel. I watched as he stripped out of his wet clothes and wrapped a towel around himself and then scooped me up and carried me to my bed. Eloise was going to kill me for being late—but what he had done—it was totally worth it.
Hell, what I had just done had been totally worth it, and if he wanted to start my every single day like that…I could probably get on board.
“You know, I had plans to take you out sledding today,” he said.
I flopped back on the bed and smiled lazily at him. My hair was cold on my back and I knew it was getting the blankets and covers all wet, but I didn’t care. I stared at him. Bare chested and dripping water.
It was the first time I was seeing him like this—shirtless. His body was incredibly nice to look at. There were defined muscles and hard planes. The white towel hung low on his hips, teasing and taunting. His dark hair was slicked back, only pieces hanging over his forehead, getting into his eyes. His eyes were half lidded and staring down at me.
“You, right now, looking at me like that—it's making it really hard to be a gentleman, Aimee,” he said, a warning in his voice.
And I felt like channeling one of the main characters in all those spicy romance novels. So, I bit my lip and as I spread my legs open wide, I let one hand travel down my body to the end of the towel and I started to pull it up. Lukas watched me with hunger in his gaze and had just taken a step towards me when the hotel door burst open. I shrieked and Lukas flung himself on the ground, hiding half his body behind the side of the bed. I clutched my towel tighter and came face to face with Eloise, Annalise and Orion—the latter looking a smidge murderous.
With the mood ruined and Orion shooting unending death glares at Lukas—who had to walk of shame back to his room to change—I ushered everyone out of my room, so I could get dressed. My profusely apologizing best friend might end up with a pillow over her face tonight. I grabbed my layers and started pulling them on. Lukas had said sledding, and if we weren’tgoing to spend the day in my bed, then we may as well spend it outside.
I paused as I fiddled with my shirt before shoving my arms down the sleeves. My face flushed at the thought of what had happened this morning. Asher and I had been mild in our experimentation. I had never felt the desire to…with Asher, and because I didn’t, I never asked him to either. But the way Lukas had felt in my mouth…the heavy thickness of him. Watching him fight for control as I gripped and squeezed—trying to figure out what he liked…what elicited quick gasps and groans. I’d been startled the first time he’d hit the back of my throat, but then I sort of reveled in the roughness of it.
I swallowed hard and yanked my shirt over my head. As I pulled it down over my torso I thought about the feeling of his mouth between my legs lapping and licking and sucking— heat pulled low in my stomach and that delicious throbbing was back between my legs.
If Lukas wanted to, I would let him eat me out whenever and wherever he wanted. I pulled my leggings on and thick wool socks over them. I grabbed my sweatshirt and slipped that on before my boots and grabbed my jacket and other items before heading out of my door.
