One hand immediately digs into my hip and the other reaches to pinch my nipple right as he pulls out and then slams back into me.
My scream echoes through the room as his thrust has me seeing stars. He continues the violation on my pussy, and I start to shake, the orgasm building.
“I need you to come on my cock, beautiful. Show me just how perfect you look when your pussy swallows my cum.”
He rams into me one more time, his gorgeous abs flexing as he does so, and my whole body convulses. My hands shoot to the headboard as I try to control the spasms that wrack my whole body in a pleasure I never knew existed. His dick is still making hard thrusts as I work through my orgasm when all of a sudden, he pulls out, jacking off until hot spurts of cum land directly on my clit, rubbing it in with the head of his cock. I swear I hear him say “Mine”, but I could be delusional with lust because I feel like I’ve floated off to another planet.
“Fuck, your blood and my cum look so good together, beautiful,” he says as he pushes his cock back inside me. His gaze looks possessive as he rubs his cum into my clit while simultaneously using his dick to push it inside me, and I shudder at the sensation.
He’s still hard as he slowly pumps into me and then he bends over, gently prying my mouth open with his, lightly caressing his tongue with mine. “Are you okay?” he mutters against my lips.
I nod my head and play with the hair at the nape of his neck. “I’m better than ok. Is that… was that good…for you, I mean.” Insecurity creeps in because that felt like it was different. It felt life-changing. But what would I know? I was a virgin when the morning started and have nothing to compare it to.
He leans back, searching my eyes. “It was better than good,” he says as his face softens. He smiles and places a feather-light kiss on my lips that has a butterfly taking flight in my stomach. Even if he’s just being sweet to appease me, I could care less right now because he made this moment perfect.
He finally pulls out of me, and we both groan at the loss. He lays down next to me, putting his arm under my head, and pulls me to his side.
I slide my fingers absentmindedly up and down his six-pack. “Is that what it’s like all the time?” I ask with genuine curiosity.
He pauses long enough for me to look up at him. “No. It’s not. It’s never been like that before,” he responds and takes my hand to kiss my palm. “I’ve never done that before either…never gone without a condom,” he confesses, and I stare at him in shock. “I’m clean by the way. I would never put you at risk like that,” he finally adds when I don’t say anything.
I give him a small smile, a part of me already knowing his overprotective personality would never do something so reckless if it weren’t safe.
We sit in blissful silence while we both come down from the high of what we just did. If this isn’t what it feels like all the time, then what does it feel like? Was this just lust or do we have an actual connection?
Questions start to run through my head as we lay together. I’m not sure I’m ready to read into what just happened or what’s been happening over the last month, but I really like what we just did.
Lucas’s voice interrupts my thoughts. “Let me get something to clean you up and let's get something to eat,” he says as he gets up and disappears into the attached bathroom.
I get up as well, looking for something to put on. I go over to his dresser and find the glasses he tossed earlier. I put them on, just playing around, only to find they aren’t prescription. I can see perfectly through them. And I would know, I have 20/20 vision.
Confusion sets in as I place them back down and Lucas comes out of the bathroom with a wet washcloth a moment later. “Here, let me.” He gets on his knees and starts wiping between my legs.
Blood, which I didn’t even realize was there, coats my lower abdomen, pussy, and legs. “Oh my God, I’m so embarrassed.” I can feel my cheeks heat. “You don’t have to do that.” And I try to reach for the washcloth.
A soft smile graces his face. “Yes, I do. There’s no need to be embarrassed.” He kisses my just-cleaned clit. “It was an honor.”
I study his face as he meticulously cleans me. Why would he wear non-prescription glasses if he didn’t have to? It’s kind of weird, no?
I do a quick look around his room. It looks like the rest of the house. Nothing personal. Just a room with furniture.
“All done,” he says as he stands, pulling me out of my thoughts.
“Thank you.” I reach for his face with a hand. “I like you better without the glasses,” I say, waiting for his reaction.
He grabs the back of his neck and rubs. “Yeah. I wish I didn’t have to wear them.” His eyes land on the dresser where his glasses are. He picks them up and toys with them like they’ve personally offended him.
I wait to see if he’ll elaborate but he doesn’t. So, I give him the least forced smile I can muster and say, “Let's go eat.”
Chapter 15
Lucas
The morning comes quicker than expected as I wake to the sound of my phone going off.
After the most amazing sex of my life last night, we ate the enchiladas that were left in the oven and then came back to my bedroom and fell asleep cuddling. The events of the night seemed to knock us both out because I hadn’t slept that well in a long time.
I’m wrapped around Jordan, fully spooning her, as I gently remove my arm from under her head and reach for my phone on the side table.
