Her pink hair lays in a halo around her head on the pillow and she looks like a goddamned angel. I want her in my bed like this for as long as she’ll let me have her.
I tear off my hoodie and shirt underneath, and then reach for her legs, pulling her to the edge of the bed. “You remember earlier in the kitchen when you asked me to boss you around? Are you going to be okay with that in the bedroom?” I ask, trailing my hands from her calves to her thighs.
She leans up, resting back on her forearms, and gives me a slight nod. It’s clear she’s nervous but she says, “Yes.”
“Take off your shorts and panties,” I demand, and take a step back so I can watch her. I palm my cock over my pants because my dick is painfully hard behind my zipper. The anticipation is killing me.
She hesitates for half a second and then starts to move. She keeps her eyes on mine as she does as I ask, and I swallow hard because I can’t wait to see what she looks like fully naked. She keeps her legs together as she disrobes. “Spread them for me, beautiful.”
And fuck, her pussy is perfect. Wetness glistens from her slit as she opens her legs. She’s completely bare like she shaved just for this moment, and that’s when my control snaps.
I drop to my knees and open her thighs all the way. “If there’s something you don’t like, all you have to do is tell me tostop,” I tell her as I spread her lower lips apart with my thumbs. There’s so much I want to do to her, but I start by placing my whole hand on her pussy, and then I drag the heel of my palm up to her clit to work the bundle of nerves.
“Holy shit,” she whimpers as her head falls back in ecstasy. I pinch one of her nipples while I increase the pressure of my palm and she cries out.
I need more from her. I release my hand and use my tongue to take one long lick from her opening to her clit. She tastes like heaven. Like my own personal dessert. “Fuck you taste good,” I mumble and then shove my tongue as far up inside her pussy as it can go.
Her back bows and she screams my name as she shoves her fingers in my hair to pull me closer. I fuck her with my tongue, spearing it in and out like I will with my dick, and rub her clit with my thumb at the same time. I can tell she’s getting close by the way her body starts to tense, and I speed up my movements to help get her there.
“Oh my God, I think… I think I’m com–” She explodes on my tongue a second later, pulling hard at the strands of my hair, and I lap at her juices like I’m the most dehydrated motherfucker that ever lived. Her whole body shakes as she works through her climax, and I continue to rub light circles on her clit as she comes down from the high.
“Good girl,” I tell her. “Fuck, you look pretty when you come.” And I take another lick of her opening, drinking up anything I missed. “Look at me, Jordan.”
Her closed eyes snap open to look at mine, and I move to hover over her. “Good?” I question and she huffs out a laugh.
“I think I just died and went to heaven. That was… that felt… insane.” Her body shivers with an aftershock of pleasure.
I plant a hard kiss on her lips, letting her taste herself, and tease her tongue with mine. She pulls me closer like she can’t getenough and then I ask, “Are you ready for more?” I don’t want to push her for more than she’s ready for, even though she told me she wanted everything, and I search her eyes while I wait for an answer.
She licks her lips and then reaches down between us, grabbing my belt buckle. “Fuck me. Please.”
I give her a devastating smile. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to say that.”
Chapter 14
Jordan
Holy shit.
If I had known that’s what an orgasm felt like, I would have been getting myself off for years. I’ve just never felt the need to, especially with how the last four years have been.
I try to undo Lucas’s belt, but he takes over when it takes too long. He backs up on his knees and stands at the foot of the bed.
This man is drool-worthy. All tall, dark, and muscled. His six-pack ripples as he works his belt and zipper down and I have the urge to take a picture. But I don’t need a camera to capture this image because it’s going to be burned into my brain for the rest of my life.
He works his jeans and boxer briefs down, and I think I’m going to die. I jackknife into a sitting position and huff out a humorless laugh. “There’s no fucking way that thing is going to fit inside me.”
His dick matches his build: long, hard, and thick.
He toes off his pants and wraps a hand around his cock, stroking himself from root to tip. “Oh, it’s going to fit.” He crawlsback on the bed in between my legs. “You’re not breakable, beautiful. You’ll be able to take it. We just need to stretch you.”
He grips the nape of my neck and angles my face to meet his. “Is it going to hurt?” I ask. Because even though I know it is, I need him to confirm my worries.
“Yes. It won’t for long though. I’m going to go slow this time and make sure you’re comfortable.”
This time? He’s already planning on doing this with me again? Oh, hell yes.
“I don’t want you to go slow,” I tell him. Because it’s the truth. “I want to get it over with.”
