the bed, staring at the ceiling. I don’t even know what to do with myself. I’ve had some pretty intense orgasms before at my own hands, but nothing like that. Nothing with someone who I’m starting to have feelings for.
My stare follows Lucas as he goes into the bathroom. All I know right now is that I’m so fucked. That shit is addicting.
28
Lucas wouldn’t let me leave his bed last night. At first, sleeping in the same bed with someone wasn’t all that comfortable, but we got into a position with his arms around me, and coupled with the plush mattress, I fell into an easy sleep.
The next morning, I woke with Lucas’s hard-on cupped between my ass cheeks. Thinking he was awake, I moved back into him but judging by the unmoving body behind me, it was clear he was still sleeping.
Last night had just been a taste of what Lucas could do. He’d known all the right buttons to push. The dirty talk on top of all the physical stuff was just icing on the cake. And despite all that, he hadn’t asked for anything in return either, even knowing I would’ve given it to him. He could’ve asked for anything, and I would’ve willingly let him mold my body into a pretzel if it suited him.
I turn in his arms, pressing my fingertips against his chest and drawing them down over his navel where my fingers brush over his boxers that hide his stiff cock. Removing the covers from us, I drag my lips down his chest and abs, darting my tongue out every once in a while to kiss his salty skin.
I can’t help myself. I pull the band of his boxers out and over his morning wood. His cock swells, veins cutting through his silky skin like coarse rope. I lick him from base to head. He immediately stirs, his fingers diving into my hair, squeezing at the base of my neck. “Fucking Christ, Dakota.” His shocked words give way to his need for dominance. He places his hands on the top of my head. “Open that beautiful mouth of yours.” I do as he demands, and he thrusts inside, filling me, hitting the back of my throat. I relax my throat muscles, taking him all in again and again. “Fuck,” he growls as he uses my mouth as a hole to fuck.
I grip his base, hollowing out my cheeks as he continues to thrust. Hungry noises come from the back of my throat as my pussy slickens at his reckless abandon. I meet his gaze, his hard eyes taking in my submissive position as he continues to dominate me with almost punishing strokes.
My pussy throbs, flooding as a trickle of arousal drips down my thigh. I moan with him deep inside. “You like that, Dakota? My little Wild Girl.”
My body makes empty thrusts of its own as my sex tightens. Fuck, fuck. I realize wildly that I think I’m going to come even though I haven’t even been touched.
Lucas thrusts in deeper as I moan, forcing my lips around him as hard as I can. His noises continue to heat me up and turn me inside out. “Fuck Dakota, I’m going to come in your mouth. I’m almost there.”
He hits a spot in the back of my throat, and my body responds, my toes curling as I throttle forward into a mild orgasm. It’s obvious when I do, my eyes popping wide and a choked sound of ecstasy pours out of me even when my lips and tongue are otherwise engaged. Lucas’s wild gaze screams approval as he jerks in my mouth, his cum spilling over my tongue as I take it all.
When he pulls away from me, I lie back on the bed, heart beating like a stampede of cattle. I don’t know what thought to latch onto first. The fact that he just fucked my mouth like I was his, or the fact that I loved every fucking second of it.
He tangles his fingers in mine. “I’d apologize for being rough, but I think you enjoyed it.”
I groan, not able to make words yet as I wonder if what just happened is actually physically possible. I mean, I know it is because it just fucking happened, but holy shit. I run through the scene in my head again, and sure enough, I came from giving head.
Lucas’s cell phone alarm goes off, piercing the air, and I jump. “Shit,” he says, quickly silencing