“So good, so fucking good,” he mumbles against my mouth. “Perfect, just for me, right sweetheart? My good girl. Just waiting for me to take good care of my baby, weren’t you?”
I shake at the praise pouring from his lips, my mind too shot to parse through any of it. I just nod along, a stream of moans and pleas for more falling from my mouth. When he tugs my hips even closer and slams into me, my mind empties entirely. All I can do isfeel, clinging onto Lucas and letting him drive me closer and closer to another orgasm.
“You getting close again?” he asks, voice dark and expectant. “Going to come on my cock, baby? Go on, be a good girl and come for me, show me how good I make you feel.”
I muffle my whine into his shoulder, not wanting to admit how obscenely hot hearing him talk like this is. He’s got enough of an ego already, I don’t need to inflate it any further. There’s no hiding the way I’m trembling on his cock, though, my entire body alight with pleasure as he hammers into me. I’ve never felt so much pleasure in my entire life, and I staunchly attribute it to the fact that it’s been so long since I’ve gotten laid.
It has nothing to do with Lucas.
“Just like that, pretty girl. So perfect, come for me,” he urges.
“Lucas!”
I scream it when I shatter around him, just like he wanted, and he pants against my throat as I clench down over him. He fucks me through it, rolling his hips so he hits that perfect spot with every thrust. My orgasm takes my breath away along with my thoughts, and I can do nothing but dig my nails into his shoulders and whimper out his name as I ride the wave.
“So good, so good for me,” Lucas says, teeth nipping along my collarbones as he chases his own end. “God, I want to fill you up so fucking bad. Want to watch it leak out of you, mark every last fuckinginch?—”
He pulls out before I can do something stupid like encourage him, and I moan in satisfaction when I feel cum land over my belly. Lucas’s bottom lip is caught between his teeth as he grunts through his release, and his eyes are fixed on my face like he can’t get enough of it. He strokes himself through it until he’s shaking, and I reach up to catch the last drop of it on the tip of my finger.
His blue eyes blow wide as I bring it up to my lips and lap it off. He knocks my hand away and chases the flavor of himself on my tongue, kissing me until we’re both breathless and trembling against each other.
Lucas collapses to the side of me, lazily wiping his cum off my skin with a corner of the sheet and mumbling a promise about cleaning me up properly in a bit.
I let him tug me close, slowly catching my breath as my mind comes back online. My body is still buzzing with endorphins when my brain starts screaming about how awful an idea this was. I’d hoped to have a little longer to bask in my own idiocy, so I ignore my thoughts and snuggle into the warmth of Lucas’s chest.
“Should go down and get my room key sorted,” I say after a few beats of silence.
The quiet feels too heavy, but I have no clue what else to say.
Thanks for that? Wow, who knew hating you would lead to the best sex of my life? Maybe you’re not the biggest asshole I’ve ever met and maybe if we actually talk about things once in a while we can actually get along? Maybe we should try again?
Yeah, I think I’ll keep my mouth shut.
“We’ve got plenty of time,” he says softly, pulling me closer with one strong arm. “I’ll go down in a bit and get you a new key card. Just let me take care of you for a little.”
I huff out a wordless noise of amusement, but it does nothing to hide the way I melt into his chest. He’s warm against me, a blanket of muscle and broad hands, and I can’t resist it. I burrow my face into his collarbone and close my eyes. I don’t hide the smile that curls my lips when he peppers slow, lazy kisses across my temple.
A little bit longer like this can’t be so bad. Not when he holds me like I’m something precious.
And it’s not like we’re checking out yet. Some more snuggling is fine.
“That’s my girl,” he whispers fondly, breath rustling my hair. “Just relax.”
My gut instinct is to snap that I’m not his, but it’s easy to push aside. I’m too comfortable right now to argue.
And besides, if being his again would be like this, maybe it wouldn’t be the worst thing. Stupid, maybe. But not the worst.
I could… think about it.
JENNY
Sunday rolls around faster than I’d like, not that I’ll admit to it.
This weekend turned outmuchbetter than I expected it to. Catch up session with my best friend? Check. Meet said best friend’s adorable boyfriend? Check. Deck Lucas Cross in his offensively handsome face? Fuckingcheck.
I didn’t have sleeping with him on my plans for the weekend, but I can be spontaneous when I’m properly motivated.
Getting railed six ways to —ha— Sunday is pretty good motivation. As is absolutely everything that man does with his tongue. Half of it should be illegal, I swear. Not that I’m going to put him in cuffs for it.
