I shook my head. “It’s silly now that I think about it.”
“If you felt the need to use your safe word, then it’s not silly, and I don’t want it to happen again. So, I need you to talk to me. Your pleasure and comfort are all that matter to me. I can’t take care of you if we don’t communicate.”
Rolling my lips between my teeth, I struggled to push past my own reprimanding thoughts because he was right. And, as I chose to do earlier, I trusted Lucian. I needed to trust him with this. “It was the whole wild comment. How he said he bet I was wild when I orgasmed. It was…it was what my boyfriend’s friends said whe-when?—”
“Okay,” Lucian cut in. “Thank you for sharing that with me. Sometimes, even simple things we didn’t account for can trigger a reaction. Everyone has different experiences that can make them uncomfortable. Your reaction was valid, and I’m proud ofyou for using your safe word.” He framed my face in both hands and tilted my head, making it impossible to avoid his stare. “Would you like to take a break or stop?”
I met his gaze, and a fracture cracked open in my chest.
It was the same expression he wore when he looked at his godfather. That same devastating softness and concern, threaded with an unspoken promise that he would make everything better, if only I let him.
And God, I wanted to.
I wanted so much when he looked at me like that—so much that I couldn’t have.
But I could have tonight. “I want to keep going.”
His deep brown irises melted into warm chocolate threaded with pride—and I melted with them.
“What now, Sir?”
A growl rumbled in his chest as his thumb traced my lips. “A drink, and then back in position.”
He had ensured I drank water frequently between touches, but now he lifted his own drink to my lips. I held his stare and swallowed, loving the clench of his jaw when he watched my tongue slick across my lips before falling back to my elbows.
Five minutes passed before a familiar deep voice returned. “I’m ready for more.”
His timbre sent a surge of burning need down my spine. My core squeezed around nothing, wanting more. He’d been the first man of the night and the most memorable.
“More what?” Lucian asked.
“More of whatever I can have.”
Lucian repeated the rules he had to the last person, with the addition of ensuring they didn’t use the wordwild,and relaxed back into the couch with his arm draped across the back, waiting for the man to make his move.
Warmth spread through me at the care behind his new rule, wrapping around my chest and settling deep. But the feeling barely settled before anticipation sparked hot beneath my skin, each passing second tightening the coil, wondering where our guest would touch first.
I gasped as the man hummed, dragging his fingers up the back of one thigh and down another, missing everything in between craving to be touched.
“I’d like permission to move her onto her back. I love the feel of a woman’s thighs on either side of my shoulders.”
Biting my lip, I waited for Lucian’s response. Something about this man brought me to the edge of demanding more—more of something I wasn’t even sure I could have.
“Princess…come here and sit pretty,” Lucian ordered.
I crawled across the ottoman to the couch and sat beside him, keeping my eyes on him. I waited until I sat back before finally facing the man Lucian was allowing to touch me.
He was tall and muscular underneath his long-sleeved shirt and slacks without being bulky. His eyes wrinkled from his lopsided smile, adding more youth than his wavy salt and pepper hair indicated. He kept his hazel eyes on mine as he dropped to his knees, ready to fulfill every daddy fantasy a girl could have, watching me like I was going to fulfill every little girl fantasy of his.
Fuck. Yes.
I hadn’t seen the faces of anyone who touched me, but I wanted to believe they were all as sexy as him.
The leather couch creaked under Lucian’s weight as he adjusted, turning to his side and resting his arm above my head.
“I’m going to eat your pussy now, sweetheart. Would you like that?” the man asked.
I nodded eagerly, breathing, “Uh-huh.”
