“Lily,” he whispered, as if he knew what I felt, how close I needed him to be. He began to move slowly, the glide of him inside me luxurious and decadent.
He smelled like soap and laundry detergent, fresh and clean, no cologne, nothing to get in the way of…him. And arousal. I could smell the arousal on him as surely as he did mine. His skin was glistening in the sun with a fine sheen of sweat from holding back.
“Let go,” I said, and he knew what I meant. His hips bore down into me. At the angle he had me, I couldn’t reach him unless I sat up, and I was loving the feel of him over me, so I just spread my arms out over my head on the floor. The carpet was soft and dense beneath my back, and I dug my fingers into the plush fiber as Lucas began pounding into me. He sat up a bit, getting better leverage with his knees, and now my breasts were bouncing madly with each drive that he made.
“Hold them,” he grunted, and I didn’t have to ask what he meant. I grasped my tits, wishing they were Lucas’s hands. But his hands were busy gripping my hips as he plunged deeper and deeper into me.
I played with my nipples as he had, and it felt good, but not as good as his mouth had. “Pinch them,” he said. I did, and I moaned as he hit a lovely spot deep inside me. “Yes, keep doing that. Keep clenching your pussy too. Bear down on me, Lily.”
I did, summoning all my inner strength as he began pumping in a staccato rhythm that played like a beat in my head.
One of his hands slid from my hip under the panties to join his pistoning cock. He thumbed my clit, sliding and circling.
“Come again, Lily. Come again for me while I’m deep inside you.” His thumb rubbed around, wiggling, and I exploded, clenching and shaking around him.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he growled, his words barely decipherable between the roaring in my head, and his throaty voice. He tensed, and pumped again, releasing into me. Shoulders tensed, those amazing biceps flexed, he continued to stroke. The thumb eased from my clit, slid up my panties, leaving a trail of wetness on the satin. His hands eased on my hips, clasping me gently as he pushed a few last strokes inside me.
My breathing started to return to normal, making me notice just how erratic it had become.
My hands released my breasts, dropping to the floor at my sides. Spent, depleted, and oh so satisfied.
Lucas pulled out of me, and lay down next to me on his side, his hand on my tummy, just below my still-heaving breasts. He propped himself up on an elbow, looking down at me, running his hand all over me, sending shots of electricity all though my already electrified body.
I ran a leg up one of his shins and he startled a bit when I hit his knee. We both looked down and saw the beginning redness of what would most likely be a rug burn on his knees.
“I’ll probably have one on my back,” I joked, and we both smiled.
He leaned down and softly kissed me. A few more sweet kisses, then one long, deep one. When he raised his head, he said, “Then we’ll have to move it to the bed for round two.”
Still a pile of Jell-O from round one, I couldn’t wait.
Chapter15
Lucas
I didn’t believe in second chances.
And then I took a chance on Lily Spaulding.
I watchedLily as she slept. I sat in the office chair a few feet away from her. I needed to distance myself at least just a little bit. I knew it wouldn’t be for long—I just couldn’t seem to stay away from Lily. And after the past three days, I just didn’t want to even try anymore.
It had been pure torture not calling or texting her, but in some fucked-up way I thought I was doing her a favor. Yeah, right. Only a favor if I really did stay away from her. And I now knew that wasn’t gonna happen.
The pull was too strong. Had been from the first time I saw her in the pool with Andy.
She stretched on the bed and I held my breath. The movement—every move she made—held me in thrall.
I didn’t really understand it. I’ve been with good-looking girls before. Shit, they hung all over me in high school and at USC because of the football thing. Even now, when I was nothing but a fucking janitor with a six-year-old to take care of, I had no shortage of offers.
And crazy as it sounded, I didn’t want to be with anyone else now that Lily was giving me the time of day.
There was no reason for her to do so. As I told her that first night, there was no way in hell I was what she needed.
But she said she was willing to give it a try, Andy and my sucky work schedule and all, so I was going to give it my best shot. Something I wasn’t willing to do before—it hadn’t even crossed my mind.
And no more dick moves.
She stretched again, raising an arm above her head, but slept on. It looked like a swimming stroke, one that was as natural and graceful on her in bed as it was when she cut through the water. Her arm was toned, and still had remnants of a tan. It nestled into her white sheets surrounded by this blanket that reminded me of the ocean. In fact, the whole thing looked like a sexy-as-hell wave riding on the sea. Her ass was like a crest of a wave, white and stark against the rest of her tanned body. Which kind of looked like sand dunes rising out of the ocean if I squinted.
