He shoves my thighs open, hands gripping tight enough to bruise as he yanks me to the edge of the bed. He’s achingly hard already, his cock twitching and dripping precum like a fucking fountain. For a moment, I think he might just throw my legs over his shoulders and slide right in—and I’m tempted to let him, well aware of how drenched I am despite the fact he’s barely touched me. He seems intent on surprising me, though, because he drops to his knees between my legs and buries his face in my pussy before I can so much as blink.
“Fuck!” I shout, shooting up from the bed at the first touch of his tongue. “FuckingChrist, warn a girl next?—”
He plants one massive hand on my sternum and pushes me right back down before I can finish my sentence, pinning me down against the starched cotton sheets.
“What was it you told me to do? Shut up?” he asks, only pulling back far enough to not muffle his words, lips still movingagainst me. “I’m shutting myself up. You just lay back and let me, sweetheart. You taste so fuckinggood.”
He sounds like he’s drunk on the flavor of me, pupils blown wide with desire. It’s all I can do to shakily nod down at him. His grin goes wicked, lips glinting with a mix of saliva and my own wetness, and my heart rate triples as he bends his head again.
It’s so good I can’t think, his tongue slick and warm and seeking out every little spot that makes me shake. He draws my thighs over his shoulders and moans into my pussy. The vibrations make me shout a garbled version of his name, which he takes as an invitation to do it again, over and over until I’m trembling. By the time he seals his lips around my clit, I’m pretty sure I’ve gone blind with pleasure.
“Jesus!”
“Just Lucas is fine,” he mumbles against me.
The hand I raise to smack his head winds up tangling in his hair and yanking when he laps his tongue over my clit like he wants to make me scream.
I almostdo, since my orgasm slams into me without warning. I clench my thighs down dangerously tight around his skull as I arch my back clear off the bed and moan my way through my crest. Liquid fire rushes through my veins, and Lucas draws it out until it fuckinghurts, his tongue never stopping.
I have to shove him back with my foot on his shoulder to get him to stop, and the sight of him has me lightheaded.
Half his face isdrenched, his eyes dark with need, and he licks his fucking lips when he makes eye contact with me. His shoulders heave with every breath he takes, a flush stretching from his cheeks all the way down to his shoulders.
I want todevourhim.
“Why’d you stop me?” he asks, his voice all gravel and desperation.
“Fuck me,” I groan, sitting up to yank him into bed with me.
It’s both an exclamation and a demand, all other words knocked right out of my brain for the moment. He’s just as impatient as I am, which is good, because I might kill him if he makes me wait a single second longer.
Those massive hands pin me to the bed beneath him as he blankets me with his body, and I surge up to meet him in a filthy kiss. He tastes like me, and it only serves to make me need him even more. I look down when he slides the length of his cock over my pussy, soaking himself in my wetness, and my breath hitches.
God, he’s big everywhere. I need him inside me,now.
“Don’t have condoms,” he gasps out.
“Pull out,” I suggest, catching his lips in another filthy kiss. “C’mon, asshole, don’t make me wait.”
He groans, his arm shaking for a moment as I feel his cock throb against me.
“Name’s still Lucas,” he says with a cocky grin. “Don’t forget to scream it when you cum for me, baby.”
Any snarky comeback I might manage is stolen from me in the next second, because he slots the head of his cock inside of me andpushes.
My head falls back on a shaky, disbelieving moan as he slides all the way to the hilt in one slow thrust, filling me so completely I swear I feel him all the way up in my throat. He pants against my cheek, little noises slipping from his lips as he fights to keep himself still and give me time to adjust.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans, his voice shaky in my ear. “Feel even better than you taste, sweetheart.”
I moan, high pitched and whiny, and I can’t even find it in myself to be embarrassed. “Where the fuck do you hide this thing?” I ask, aiming for bratty and coming across almost awed.
It’s as close as I’ll give him to a compliment right now, but fuck if I don’t want to feel this inside me every day for the rest of forever.
“Could hide it inyoumore often if you’ll let me,” he jokes.
Lucas rolls his hips in a lazy thrust, stealing both my breath and my words from me. I yank at the strands of blond hair in my grasp none too gently and demand he do it again.
He laughs adoringly and starts up at a steady, insistent pace. It’s like he doesn’t even have to try to hit every spot that makes my mind go blank, his cock filling me up to bursting and then some. I rake my nails down his back and pull him down to kiss me, even though I can barely seal my lips against his with how much I’m moaning.
