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Every rock of my hips sent a delicious curl of pleasure through my body, and if I arched just right, my stiff nipples dragged slightly against the fabric of my dress and heightened that pleasure. Not to be left out, Lucas’ hands roamed my body and continued to touch, stroke, and caress every inch he could reach. I followed his touch in my mind's eye as pleasure swelled, bounding up and down like it was the only thing in the world that I needed.
In some ways, it was.
Soon, one of Lucas’ hands disappeared under my dress, and fingertips stroked across my clit on every downward rock. I gasped, eyes flying open, and I gazed down at the glint of Lucas’ eyes in the dark.
“Fuck,” I whimpered, shortening my bouncing to grind forward into Lucas’ fingers more. “Are you close? I’m so fucking close.” My fingernails became claws, digging into Lucas’ chest with a force that caused him to gasp out and arch into the touch.
“Close,” Lucas ground out. “Since the second you touched me.”
“You’re too easy,” I gasped. Every inch of me suddenly tensed up, and a fluttering sensation exploded through my chest. I threw my head back with a gasp, and my body shuddered. I was so close, so close?—
Suddenly Lucas’ strong hand wrapped around the back of my neck, and he pulled me down. Our lips collided in a hard kiss just as he thrust his hips upward, and I came with a cry that was swallowed by Lucas’ mouth. My world burned with heat and color, my pussy rippling around Lucas’ thick cock and breath frozen in my chest. Lucas’ tongue swept into my mouth, tasting every note of my pleasure. Then, as I sank down for the final time, Lucas’ cock throbbed deep inside me, and he came in a hot, desperate rush that pulled a strangled moan from his throat.
Fuck.
This guy was… amazing.
We remained connected for a few long minutes. The deep kisses slowly relaxed into softer smooching, and eventually, I collapsed to the side, panting.
“Holy shit… that was amazing.”
“Thank you,” Lucas chuckled, promptly earning an elbow to the ribs.
“I’m serious,” I said, pushing some of my hair away from my damp forehead. “Fucking on other people’s finery might be a kink I have now. Or is that a fetish?”
“Both?” Lucas leaned up on one elbow and trailed his warm fingertips over what exposed skin he could find. “I’ll keep that in mind the next time I want to rile you up.”
“Mhmm,” I smiled.
We stayed there for ten minutes or so, long enough for our bodies to cool and heart rate to calm. Then we pieced ourselves back together, soothed down our hair, and fixed lipstick before stepping out of the room.
“Do I look freshly fucked?” Lucas asked, adjusting his collar for the umpteenth time.
“Yes,” I grinned, taking over and smoothing his collar down. “People will smell the sex.”
“Excellent.”
Pecking his lips, I glanced back down the hall toward the dance room. I had no desire to go back and face his parents or that snobby crowd.
“Can you take me home?”
“I’d love to,” Lucas said, but his face twisted slightly. “But I can’t leave, not after how I spoke to them. I don’t regret it,” he said hurriedly, “but I should smooth it over. I’ll call someone to take you; how does that work?”
I scuffed my heel against the floor and then nodded. It was better than nothing. He immediately pulled out his phone and set off a swift text, then looped his arm around my waist. Together, we wandered into the lounge instead, and the noise of the party fell into the background.
This room was even fancier than the party room. With extravagant paintings in gold frames hanging on the walls, a gigantic marble fireplace at the far end, and couches that looked to be wrapped in silk and lined with mahogany; it was a rich paradise. I began to feel slightly out of place until Lucas pressed another glass of champagne into my hand.
“You grew up here?” I asked, trying to imagine a child running around with all the glass cabinets filled with crystal ornaments and alcohol within arm's reach.
“God no,” Lucas scoffed. “This was my parent's holiday home. I wasn’t allowed here until I was thirteen.”
I whirled to face him; eyes wide. “Seriously?”
“Seriously. They keep all the important things there.”
“What’s more important than your own child?” I snorted without thinking, then I froze as it hit me what that implied. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…”
“No no, I had the same thought, and often,” Lucas chuckled. He drained his glass quickly. “They have their values, and I have mine. They don’t always match up.”
