And then Lukas was bending down, pulling my hand out of my pants and his mouth quickly sucked my fingers before latching onto my clit through my leggings and I gasped.
CHAPTER 29
lukas
I would never gettired of the way she tasted. It was muted due to the clothing, but I could feel the dampness my mouth and tongue was adding to.
I could feel the slightly pulsing of her clit as she drew closer and closer to falling over the edge.
Drawing orgasms out of Aimee was quickly becoming one of my favorite things to do, and I hadn’t even been able to do it all that much.
Her hands were threaded through my hair as she ground herself against my face. I wished the leggings weren’t in the way, but until we were in my hotel room, I wasn’t going to take any item off of her. I wasn’t kidding about her being for my eyes and ears only.
“Oh, God,” she panted.
I sucked harder while pulling the seam tighter against her and I felt her tense, shatter and then grow lip. I sat up, licking my lips, and stared at a satiated Aimee sprawled under me. She was grinning sleepily up at me, and I bent over and pressed a kiss to her lips.
“Come on, let’s head inside before you catch a cold,” I said, standing up.
She giggled as I hauled her to her feet and then over my shoulder.
“You know, there are other ways you could carry me,” she said, poking me.
“But only this way allows for this.”
I brought my hand up, and brought it down on her ass—not hard, but sharp enough to make her moan.
“Lukas.”
I smacked the other cheek and she whined. I had a feeling the first time I’d done it—which had been a pure reaction on my part—that she wasn’t opposed. I hadn’t lied about the romance books either. I wasn’t sure how much of what I read Aimee was truly into, but I’d guessed at a few of the things that I thought she’d be down for. The spanking was just fool’s luck on my part.
I rubbed my hand over the sting and I felt the moan vibrate through her. I let her down once we got to the doors, and once inside it was a mad dash to the elevator. Staring at her, I was thankful that Eloise and Annalise had offered to do a girls' night with Zara—which meant my suite would be blissfully empty. The doors dinged shut, and Aimee launched herself at me, but I held her back. Her lower lip jutted out in a pout.
“Put it away, pretty girl.”
“Kiss me then.”
“I will, but first we need to lay down some ground rules.”
She continued to pout, so I cupped the sides of her face so she’d look at me.
“I want nothing more than to have sex with you. I want that to be perfectly clear. I want that to happen tonight.”
“Me too,” she breathed out.
“We do this at your pace, Aimee. I told you before I wanted nothing more than to bend you over the couch and fuck you, and one day I will, but that won’t be tonight.”
“I don’t remember seeing a couch in your room anyways,” she said.
I tsked. “If for any reason you are uncomfortable, you tell me to stop. For any reason. You say stop, and I will. You have to tell me how you’re feeling, what you like, what you don’t.”
She leaned back against the opposite wall of the elevator—only her upper back and shoulders resting against it. I watched as her head fell back and she brought her finger to her mouth. She looked thoroughly debauched. Her lips were red and a bit puffy, her eyes glazed with desire. She bit her fingernail and smiled impishly at me.
My cock jumped in my pants at the sight of her, and I contemplated with hitting the emergency stop button and fucking her right here. The only issue is that would go against everything I’d just been saying.
Aimee deserved for her first time to be in a bed, and not against a metal wall. We’d have other times to knock that off the list. I had a feeling she’d love being pinned between me and a wall as my hips pistoned between her thighs.
“Fuck,” I groaned as she grinned.
