His back visibly tenses, and it takes him a few seconds to answer. He turns around to face me and leans against the counter using his hands to support him. “It wasn’t good, to be honest.”
I’m a little shocked he’s being forthright right now. Up until this point, he’s only ever said his day was fine. No other emotion attached to it.
“Are you okay? What happened?”
He crosses over to where I’m at and stands between my parted legs. “I can’t talk about what happened, but let’s just say I wish I were here with you instead.” He pushes a strand of hair behind my ear with one hand while the other rubs absentmindedly up and down my legging-clad thigh.
The kiss from just a few minutes ago and the heat from his hand massaging my thigh right now are starting to make my core ache, and I shift slightly because I’m getting antsy.
I’m not as sore from yesterday as I thought I would be, and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t thinking of all the delicious things he did to my body since the moment I woke up this morning.
Both of his hands are on my thighs now, moving closer to my core, and moments go by before I realize I’m not looking into Lucas’s eyes anymore but down at the veins that lead from the tops of his hands up his sinewy forearms.
“Have anything to share with the class?” A smirk crosses his face, and he pulls me to the edge of the island, my center lining up with his hard-on.
I can feel myself blush as my eyes snap to his. “I was just thinking about last night,” I tell him honestly. Because all I wantare his hands, mouth, and body on me right now. Just like last night.
The look on his face turns heated. “What about last night?” And he grinds into me with his already hard length.
I stifle a moan and chew on my bottom lip. “You…inside me.”
He moves to kiss my neck just below my ear and then whispers, “That’s all I could think about today, beautiful. How well you took me last night and how much I want to do it again.”
“Can we?” The question comes out as a whimper as he sucks on my neck.
“Are you sure you're up for it?” He pulls back so he can see my face.
I nod with confidence. “Yes.”
That’s all the confirmation he needs because in the next instant, he grabs my jaw and brings my mouth to his in a heated kiss that’s all tongue and teeth. I can’t get enough of the taste of him, it drives me crazy. He moves his mouth back down the side of my throat, tilting my head to suck and lick at my pulse. I grab his belt and manage to get it open and his pants unbuttoned in record time. Our movements are different this time. Frantic. I shove at his pants and boxer briefs, but they only go down so far. Lucas releases me and drags me off the countertop completely to turn me around, so I’m bent over the island.
“Are you as desperate for my cock as I am for your pretty little pussy, Jordan?” he whispers into my ear.
I look over my shoulder and he’s shifted down to his knees behind me. “Please,” I whimper. Because apparently, I’ve become a little nympho since walking through the door. Who wouldn’t in the presence of this guy though?
He pulls my leggings and thong down to my knees in one swift movement and tilts my hips, so he has better access to me.
Before I know what’s happening, I feel his hands part my cheeks and his tongue swipes from my clit to my asshole.
“What the hell.” My head snaps around to look down at him.
Lucas looks me straight in the eye, smirks, and then sticks his tongue out and licks at my untouched hole another time.
I feel my core pulse as I let out a little moan, dropping my head to the countertop. Why does that feel so good? Should it feel that good? He continues to rim me as I question my sanity and I can’t help but grind back into his face because the feeling is amazing.
“You like that, beautiful? Fuck, you look pretty from behind.”
He spreads my cheeks even more and then moves lower to attack my clit with his mouth, sucking and biting until I’m dripping wet. His thumb works my asshole with enough pressure to light my nerve endings on fire but not enough to enter me, and I involuntarily moan at the sensation. I lost my virginity less than twenty-four hours ago and we’re already exploring ass play. I’m not sure whether to be embarrassed or not, but I could care less right now.
“Good girl,” he mutters into my clit and the praise has me seeing stars as he works me into my climax. There’s something about him telling me I’m a good girl that speaks to my soul. Even when he says it in a non-sexual context, it makes me feel special. I don’t know why, but my body completely relaxes every time he’s said it to me and it’s no different right now as I come from his dirty mouth.
He doesn’t let me ride out the orgasm on his tongue and instead, stands up, frees his cock, and shoves it inside me. We both groan as he hits my cervix. The pain is deliciously sweet, and I want more.
“I could fucking live inside your pussy, Jordan. You were made for me.” He pulls back a few inches and then slams into me again.
My head gets jerked back by my hair, and the only thing keeping me upright are his hips pinning mine to the kitchen island. “This pussy is mine,” he whispers in my ear. “Youare mine.”
He lets go of my hair, grabs my hips, and starts pounding into me. Every thrust hits something inside me that has me whimpering. I gain my footing and start to meet him thrust for thrust, creating the best kind of pleasure. My orgasm is building once again and just as I’m about to break, Lucas pulls out of me and turns me around. He picks me up by my ass and plants me back on the kitchen island.
