released a shuddered breath I tried to hide, as his words hit their mark as intended.
“And just how did you intend for it to go?” I was almost too scared to ask,
“If you have to ask me that question, then I believe a history lesson will be in order.” Another shudder later and I was backtracking.
“You know what, I think the answer just came to me, so I’m good.” I practically squeaked out the answer making him smirk. Then I reached for the water, opened the cap, and said,
“Well, lucky for you, looking after drunken girls seemed to be your forte, and takes precedence over your less than gentlemanly ways…t-shirt or not.” At this I started to drink the water, which ended in a high-pitched shout of horror the second after he said,
“Is that so…um, time for another lesson then.” After this he grabbed me and just as he was quickly shifting me beneath him, the open bottle of water went everywhere. Splashing his face but mainly it went over me and ended up soaking the front of my white t shirt. One that quickly started to turn see-through.
“Lucius!” I called his name and then to prove how little he cared, he shook his head at me, making the water from his hair drip over me as he laughed. Then he grabbed the bottle and tossed it to the side, before running a hand through his now damp hair, pushing it back so that the longer parts weren’t in his face. Gods, but the sight was one that would certainly feature in my fantasies…that was if I could ever get my fingers back up to the task of helping a girl out in sexual frustration!
But then my breath caught in my throat the second he started to scan down the front of my body. My pounding chest making my breasts rise and fall under the wet cotton, and well, his grin said it all even when his words followed,
“I must say, sugar, I am enjoying the view…immensely.” The way he said this last word was like a promise of what was to come and the way my nipples were now straining up against the wet material…well, I would say that the traitorous bitches were responding.
“Lucius.” His name slipped out on a moan the second the back of his fingers skimmed across one taut nipple. But at the breathy sound of his name escaping my lips was when his restraint snapped. His lips were suddenly on me, his weight pressing me into the bed, and I found myself arching up to meet him. Then I felt the material on my top get tight as he quickly had it bunched in his hand at my back. It became so tight across my breasts that the wet material felt like it had become a second layer of skin, one he was very interested in exploring. I knew this the moment he left my lips and dipped his head down so he could take a wet nipple into his eager mouth. Doing so straight through the material and making me cry out at the intense pleasure that zapped through me like some sexual bolt of lightning!
“Gods,” I muttered on a sigh and his lips spread into a knowing grin around my nipple before he started biting it and this time I cried out,
“Fuck!”
Now this made him chuckle before telling me above my flesh,
“That’s better.” Then he went back to it, driving me wild. And just as I felt myself getting lost in the feel of it all, something kept nagging at me. Something I wanted to ignore, knowing how desperate I had been for him. But as I felt his hand skimming down my belly, letting me know where his destination was, this was when it really started to scream at me. The fucking doubts! Which was why, in the end, it was my own words that woke me up from this dangerous fantasy,
“Gods, that feels so good…so good…Lucius wait!” I shouted at the same time shackling his wrist and stopping him from going any further. This was because a memory of last night finally made it through and now wouldn’t leave me. It was one of the things I had asked him in my drunken mind,
“Why is it called a goodbye, when there was nothing good about it?” I repeated the question as it came to me and his head rose slowly from my breast. One look at my face was all it