I watch her pearly teeth pull her sexy lip into her mouth, and a warm, dusky blush moves across her skin. Fuck me, she’s turned on.
I lean close to her, careful of the tray of food she’s been picking at. “I had Mal hack the school security system so I could watch you. I had a tracking chip put on your car and initiated the tracker on your phone.” I pause, then reveal the final part. My lips are so close to her ear that I feel her tremble as my lips brush her skin. “I came and watched you, too. I wanted to sneak into your apartment and put up cameras, but I hadn’t gotten to that point yet.” She sighs, and I kiss her neck below her ear. “Eat up and then I’ll be eating too.” I don’t tell her I’m eating her, but it takes everything in me to step back and sit in the chair again.
After a few minutes of working through emails on my phone, I notice she’s still pushing her food around her plate, and a thought hits me. “Babe, are you hurting too much to eat?”
“No, I’m just full already,” she says, but her stomach grumbles.
That fucker is going to eat his balls when I’m done with him. He was a bully by calling her fat and making her self-conscious of her weight.
“You are not. Eat, please. I don’t care what you eat as long as you do. I don’t have a problem with your curves. Never have. Your plump ass is what I saw first, then your incredible breasts. I can’t wait until I can drink from you, too.” Her cheeks go bright red this time as she looks down, dips a chicken strip in ranch, and takes a bite.
I’m glad she’s finally enjoying her meal.
My phone rings. It’s the gate guards saying that a car has gone by a couple of times. I look at the picture and can tell it’s not Justin, but I send it to Mal for him to research. When I finally look up, Evie’s plate is closer to being empty, and she’s glimpsing around my room.
Evelise
* * *
His room is decorated in dark woods and black bedding. My pink comforter is spread across the bottom of the bed, and it almost looks out of place against all the deeply saturated colors. A massive unlit rock fireplace anchors the wall across from the bed, with a large-screen television mounted above, and bookshelves filled with books line the surrounding walls.
“Do you read a lot?”
“Sometimes.” Lucian looks up from his phone to give me his full attention, something that I really like. Justin would never do that, but Lucian does. It should freak me out that he stalked me, but instead, it makes my core spasm and turns me on.
“Are you done eating?” he asks and looks down at the almost-empty plate.
“Yeah, I left the rest for you. You said you would eat when I’m done.”
His throaty chuckle does things to me. He sets the phone on the nightstand, then reaches over to take the tray from over my lap. “I’m not hungry for chicken strips.”
“Oh.” I start to shift to the side. “If you can show me where the bathroom is, I’ll take a shower while you go get yourself some food.”
After setting the tray on the dresser, he turns and walks back to me. I’m about to slide over the edge of the bed when he pushes me back and says, “What I want to eat is right here.” That’s when I realize what he’s talking about. I can feel the flush across my skin, and I drop my eyes, so embarrassed that I didn’t understand his meaning. “Fucking love this blush, can’t wait to see it overcome your body as you come on my cock.”
“Lucian.” I sigh his name as he reaches behind to the back of his neck, pulling his shirt over his head in that one-handed sexy move some guys do. A large tattoo covers half his chest, and he’s ripped. He has the perfect 8-pack abs that many guys go to the gym for but never achieve. There’s no stopping me. I reach toward him and slide my hands down his warm, broad chest. “Wow!” It’s all I can say as I continue to caress his body.
“Fuck, baby, you keep touching me like that, and I’m going to lose control. I’ve wanted your hands on me for so long.” My fingers trace a few scars as he hovers over my body, standing at the side of the bed. He grips my hands and pushes them up over my head. I’m sideways on the mattress that’s so large my feet don’t even touch the floor, and I’m a tall girl. He kisses me long and deep, securing my hands over my head. “Keep them there, or I’ll stop.”
I nod, and he stands above me, gripping the waist of my lounge pants and pulling them down my hips. He lifts my legs up against his chest and slides the material all the way off. He tosses them over his shoulder before spreading my thighs. The urge to close them and hide myself is intense. No man has looked at me like this. I have a female doctor, and I don’t think she’s ever looked at me this long.
He groans, and I watch his hand go to his belt. Unhooking it, then lowering his fly, he’s commando underneath and lets his jeans fall. My eyes zone in on his cock, which points to his belly. It’s long, thick, and has a ruddy head. He pumps his hand up and down it a couple of times before reaching out for my pussy. With a slide of his fingers through my folds, he opens me up and again just stares at me. My hands move of their own accord, and Lucian’s eyes shoot to mine.
“Sweet cheeks, don’t make me start this with a spanking.” Wetness leaks from my channel at the thought of him spanking me, and he groans. “How the fuck am I going to punish you if you like it?”
He bends over me and uses his shoulders to push my legs open wider. I watch him as he stares intently at my pussy. He traces a finger around my clit, and I buck my hips up, trying to follow his movements, when he pulls it away. Then his thick fingers are at my entrance, where he traces the opening before slowly sliding one digit into my body.
“Oh, Lucian,” I moan as my skin flushes again.
“This won’t do.”
He pulls his hands away, and I cry out in protest. Before I know it, he sits me up on the bed, pulls off my cardigan and crop top, then lifts the bralette over my head. His hands grip my breasts before shoving me back on the mattress and directing me to lift my hands over my head again. I do as he says, and this time, when he lowers his face to my core, I feel his tongue trace around my clit just like his finger did. I can’t stop the motion. My back arches, and I cry out his name again. I don’t know what it is I want, but I want it all.
“Please,” I beg, and he just grins as he draws my clit between his beautiful lips and sucks it deep. My core clenches, my body hums with desire, and I shift my hips, trying to get something more.
With one arm, he presses me down to the bed and says against my sensitive flesh, “Don’t interrupt my meal. I’ve been wanting this for so long, I plan to savor it.” Lucian sucks my lips into his mouth, biting and tonguing them before moving to my hole. His tongue rims the edge, then thrusts into my body, and I continue to feel that tightening build.
Now, his fingers join in the meal just like his lips and tongue are. My back arches to where I feel I might break in half. It takes everything in me not to grab his head and direct it where I want him. My clit throbs with need.
