He placed his big hands on my hips, his thumbs right at the elastic waist of my lavender satin panties. It was a sheer luck that my panties matched my bra, and though the bra was long gone, I said a silent prayer of thanks to the underwear gods. Not that it would have mattered to Lucas if I’d been wearing big, ugly granny panties, if the way he was hungrily staring at my body was any indication.
He began to slide his thumbs under the elastic, to take the panties off, then stopped. Instead, he rocked back on his heels and effortlessly lifted himself from the floor and stood over me.
“What?” I asked, starting to scramble up, my legs catching in his.
“No. Don’t move,” he said. I stopped, and instead stayed where I was, but slightly propped up on my elbows.
He leaned over and untied his work boots and pulled them off, his socks following. Setting them to the side of the bed, he stood back up and ran a hand down his chest, like I had done. But where I had stopped, he continued, cupping himself, stroking along the outside of jeans, outlining his large erection.
I let out a sigh, not meaning to, but he smiled a very-sure-of-himself smile. And why not? The guy was gorgeous.
And he was mine.
He unzipped his jeans while his eyes roamed over my body, his smile fading from cocksure to feral. Sliding his jeans off in one motion, he stepped out of them, then bent over to pick them up, grabbing his wallet out of the back pocket. He pulled a condom out and dropped it to the floor, landing next to my hip. Then his eyes met mine, burned into me. I licked my lips in anticipation and I could see his nostrils flare in arousal. He pulled out another condom and dropped that one so it landed right on top of my panties. Then he tossed the jeans over my chair and sank down to his knees, dressed only in black boxer briefs.
I put my feet on the back of his calves, rubbing against his strong legs, lifting my hips up to him. He placed his hands back on my hips, thumbs spread wide over me, almost touching the condom that lay between them. Breathing deeply, I was almost suffocated by the feeling of contentment—therightness—of this moment. “Lucas…I…” I couldn’t say more, though I certainly felt more.
But he knew, like he seemed to know every feeling I had, if only because he had them too.
“Me too,” he said quietly, though he was agreeing to something unspoken.
And that was enough for now.
I reached for the waistband of his briefs, pulling them down, freeing him. Wrapping my fingers around the hard girth of his erection, I began slowly stroking. He let out a hiss and I squeezed.
“Christ, Lily, you’re killing me,” he ground out between gritted teeth. His head was thrown back, his hair dangling down his neck, and I was amazed at the rush of emotion—the deep, deep emotion—that welled up inside of me.
Lust and hunger, yes, but I knew that was just the tip of the iceberg of what I felt for Lucas Kade.
I squeezed him again and ran my thumb over his head, feeling the moisture. I ran my nail, ever so lightly, along the underside of the head of his cock, wanting him to be at the fever pitch I was.
It worked. Another strong hiss, and a “fuck,” and he was on me. Kissing me senseless, his tongue darting into my mouth, sucking on mine. His hands fumbled for the condom that rested on my panties and, as he snatched it up, he ground the back of his hand into my mound.
“God,” I groaned. “Hurry.”
He had the condom on in no time, and I chose not to think about how practiced, how familiar, those movements seemed to him.
As if he couldn’t even wait to pull my panties off, he pushed the elastic to one side and ran a finger up my wet slit.
“Jesus, Lily. So wet for me.” His words, in a throaty voice hoarse with passion, made me even wetter, and he grunted in satisfaction.
Yanking my panties further to the side, he slid a finger into me and I jerked in response, my body clenching around him.
“So tight, so ready. You’re ready for me, aren’t you?”
I nodded, barely able to speak. I breathed out a “yes” with my sigh, as he added another finger and began stroking me. I brought my hands up to his ass, pulling his briefs further down so I could feel his skin. His glutes clenched as I molded my hands around them, urging him closer.
“Lucas, I need you inside me,” I said, pulling on his tight ass.
“I am inside you,” he teased, turning his fingers up in the most delicious way as he continued to stroke.
I dug my nails into his ass in response and he laughed, albeit a tight, strangled laugh.
“Not my sweet, quiet Lily after all, are you?” he teased as he bent his head and sucked on my breast again, his fingers stroking faster now. “Do it again,” he said, then returned to sucking on my nipple.
I squeezed his ass again, my nails digging deeper. He bit my nipple and I moaned his name, needing the frenzy to stop, certain I would die if it didn’t. Certain I would die if it did.
“There’s a little bit of dirty girl in you, isn’t there, Lily?” He looked up then, his mouth away from my breast, his eyes looking deep into mine. “I knew it when I first saw you. When you let Andy go under because you were looking at me. You’re sweet and nice, but there’s a streak of steel in you that nobody sees. Hell, maybe you haven’t even seen it yet. And the passion? The passion that you’re either afraid to unleash, or no one’s ever tried to free it before.”
