bit out. “Your mouth feels damn good.”
I lifted his head a little and fucked his mouth over and over. My body tingled for God’s sake. I knew I was going to lose my load and do it hard.
When Lucas hummed around me and then moaned, I glanced back down to see his cum shoot out and land over his pale skin.
“Christ, I’m gonna come. Want me to move?” His answer was to grip me tighter with his hands at the back of my thighs again. He didn’t want me to go anywhere.
I stared down at him as I let out a deep groan when the first squirt of cum shot into his mouth. He took it and drank it down, then again when more came from my body.
Breathing hard, I withdrew my dick slowly, and Lucas licked it all the way around. Then before I sat back, he grabbed my cock, drawing the last drop out of the tip onto his tongue before swallowing it.
“Fucking hell,” I muttered. “That was damn hot.” Of course, he blushed. But a man loved when it felt like their person couldn’t get enough of their partner’s load and wanted more. I dropped to the bed, reached to the bedside table and grabbed a wad of tissues which I used to clean Lucas up with, then threw them to the floor.
“Come here,” I ordered with my arm outstretched.
He moved around and curled into my side with his head on my shoulder and arm over my waist.
“You like being controlled in bed, Lucas?” From what I could see, he did, but he also liked soft and sweet.
“Sometimes,” he mumbled.
“Good.”
“Um, can you tell me something about yourself? Unless you want to sleep. I mean, I know we rushed into that, but I didn’t expect the reaction you had from what I’d said, and it went kind of crazy from there—not that I’m complaining because I’m not. I liked it, ah, a lot. So, um, if you’re tired, we can talk another time.”
Chuckling, I gave him a squeeze and said, “I’ll talk, but I want you to eat while I do. Shit, we didn’t even bring in the food from the car.” I shifted him over and sat up. Reaching for my jeans, I pulled them on. “I’ll go get it. Don’t fuckin’ move, and then we’ll talk.”
“Okay,” he whispered, and I knew when he whispered like that, he was feeling whatever I’d said or was going to do deeply.
I liked that.
Chapter Seventeen
Lucas
The next morning, I was in the kitchen cooking bacon and eggs and thinking about the night before. We’d stayed up late getting to know one another. We didn’t have many things in common, but we still fit. He liked outdoor things, where I would prefer anything inside. However, relationships were about compromise. When I told him that, while looking like a fire engine with how red I was, I said I would be willing to try things he enjoyed. He took my mouth like he needed it to breathe.
What I enjoyed was there was no pressure of when we’d sleep together. I didn’t mean in the same bed. We’d done that last night, and I enjoyed it 100 percent, but I thought Wade would have wanted to progress quickly. He didn’t; he was happy to get to know one another and fool around before we moved on.
Honestly, I couldn’t deny my emotions. My heart was already committed to Wade Williams.
It was scary.
I could get hurt.
But I wanted to take the chance for him. Even if I tried, I couldn’t back away from him now. Not when he’d shown me how sweet he could be with me.
Hands settled on my waist. I dropped the tongs and turned to wrap my arms around his neck.
“Morning,” I muttered, noticing he was fully dressed.
He grunted while gifting me with warm, tired eyes and a small smile. Apparently, he wasn’t a morning person. The knowledge made my smile grow.
Lifting to my toes, I pressed my mouth against his. “I’ll get you a coffee.”
He grunted again and kissed my neck, where he’d marked me, before moving to rest his jean-clad ass against the counter.
“Breakfast is nearly done. We should have it all away and us showered by the time Zion gets home from work,” I told him as I puttered around. “Are you sure you want to watch Avengers here with Zion in his room sleeping?” Wade had said the previous night, when I went on and on about how good