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.”
I felt like he saw through to my very soul, like he knew more about me than I even knew myself. And yet I sensed he was right. I had never been challenged, never had to define myself. And I had never—not even close—felt the kind of roaring passion in my body that I did now.
“No one’s ever freed it,” I answered him, even as I was figuring it out myself.
He smiled, like he was almost proud of me. Then the smile turned dangerous and he said, “I will. I’m going to free all of that rolling around inside you Lily. And it will be mine.”
I drenched his fingers that were still inside me, and with one more strategic curve and stroke of those magic digits, I burst apart, shuddering and clenching. I closed my eyes, enjoying the shattering lights that burst in my head.
“Open your eyes,” he commanded, and I quickly obeyed. The spasms were still rolling through me, his fingers still playing. I could see my breasts shaking with each jerk, and Lucas’s eyes feasted on the movement. Sitting back on his heels, he pulled his fingers from me and wrapped both of his hands around the back of my thighs, pulling me high up onto his legs, my ass sitting on his thighs, my legs spread wide in front of his hard cock. He still didn’t remove my panties, just slid them over, wet as they were, and guided his cock to me.
I could have told him I was on the pill and he didn’t need a condom. But that would have started the discussion about pasts, and I didn’t want to have that, not yet. I wanted to imagine there was no girl before me for Lucas. Because, even though I wasn’t a virgin, and had had semi-regular sex with my boyfriend my senior year, it felt like Lucas was my first.
Besides, it was better to be extra safe, and so I was happy to have Lucas wear the condom.
He slid deep inside me, filling me up much more than his fingers had, fitting me to him.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he whispered, holding still, taking in the sense of our oneness. I tightened around him, wanting him deeper, wanting him to seep into my bones, into my soul.
