“Fuck.” He clenches, but I don’t remove the pressure. “More,” he groans.
But I don’t. Instead, I pull back, remove his cock, put my finger in my mouth to wet it, then take his cock back in my mouth and go right back to what I was doing.
I put more pressure on his bud, and push through the warmth.
Owen shakes above me as I tilt my index finger to touch his g-spot at the same moment I pull him deeper. Relaxing my throat as much as I can. I let him fuck my mouth, whilst I fuck his arse with my finger.
“Oh fuck. Lucy, fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m gonna come,” he groans.
His teeth grit to hold back the noise, the sound ragged and guttural as he explodes. Hot come hits the back of my throat that I swallow down, desperate for more, desperate for all of it, all of him.
“Fuck me,” he says, falling onto his side. “I think I need a minute.”
I grin at him before looking down at his still hard cock. “I don’t think you need a minute. But I’ll give you one, anyway.” I climb out the bed, take off my top and shorts, then walk to the end of the bed and pull his boxers off.
I crawl on him, positioning myself over him. I grip his cock, hold it at my entrance, and then slam down on him.
I’m soaked, I’m turned on, and I want to fuck this man into oblivion.
Because for the first time in a long time, my head is quiet.
There is nothing other than us, in this moment, together. There is nothing other than the feel of his cock as I ride him.
In and out, in and out.
I use the headboard as leverage and squat so I get the position I want. I’m a slave to the pleasure. Just as I think I’m about to fall over the edge, Owen changes the tempo and pistons into me. He takes control and I let him. Because all I can do at this moment is hold the fuck on.
I explode.
It comes out of nowhere, the slow build that I was chasing replaced by the pleasure that explodes through every cell of my body, and I can’t be quiet.
“Owen, fuck yes.”
His hand wraps over my mouth and he flips me. My front lands on the soft bed. He yanks my arse up and thrusts straight back in, fucking me with abandonment.
I’m not sure why he’s worried about me making noise; the bed isn’t exactly hiding what we are doing in here. And Maria is no idiot. But I don’t give two fucks.
I look over my shoulder, his hand still gripped over my mouth. I bite down as sweat beads on his forehead. He frowns and looks up as pleasure erupts through him, and he holds himself in me, filling me again.
He collapses on top of me.
“See?” I say breathlessly. “Sometimes, Owen, talking is a waste of time.”
46
Lucy - Present
“Didyoutwosleepokay?” Maria asks me as soon as I cross the threshold into the small kitchen.
“Yeah. Thanks.” I walk round the island where Maria sits, nursing a cup of tea, the mug clasped in both hands as she stares vacantly out the window.
“Are you okay?” I ask, noticing how pale she is.
“Yes, yes, dear.” She shakes her head, but I frown.
“You can tell me if you’re not okay.”
She pulls a tight smile and stands suddenly. “Yes, of course. Where’s Owen?”
