When I began to increase the pace, Lucas gently grabbed a hold of my hips and said, “Slow down, baby,” his voice commanding yet hushed. “My cock wants to take its time getting acquainted with your sweet pussy.”
There was something about the way he talked dirty to me that made me feel like his prized possession, his dominating tone alone capable of keeping me aroused. His hands traveled up to my hair, finding the pins to let my locks free, then he tugged, teeth nipping my neck, mouth roaming north until it found mine.
We kissed, slowly, lips and tongue in a synchronized rhythm with our lower bodies, as I alternated between rocking, riding, and grinding. I felt sensual, erotic, as though I could dissolve into him, the moment almost too much for me to handle.
I loved Lucas, and having him inside me felt right, and as meant to be as the moment I spilled my confessions for all to see. If not for that moment, I wouldn’t be in his arms, with his lips devouring me, hearing him whisper, “That’s right, baby. Nice and slow.”
“Lucas.” My head fell back, an insurmountable sensation building. “I’m close, baby,” I breathed out. “Feels so good.”
“Look at me, Macy,” he demanded. “Look at me when you come.”
Eyes fluttering open, I was taken when met with his lust-filled gaze, losing my mind when he circled my clit with the pad of his thumb.
I rode him fast, my body moving up, then slamming down onto his. “Lucas.Oh,yes. Baby,yes.” Then faster, up, down, cupping my breast, chanting,yes, yes, yes,as he continued circling my clit.
Eyes locked, we stared, lost in the pleasure, lost in each other, mouths open, panting ravenously. I didn’t want it to end, but at the same time, I wanted to give in to the orgasm my body so hungrily chased.
“Oh God, Lucas. I’m coming. I’mcoming. Right…now.” Body quaking, I rode out the glorious orgasm, collapsing into his chest, breathless, losing my strength to ride any further.
Lifting me off his lap, Lucas pulled out of me, flipping me onto my back, settling between my open legs.
He smiled greedily then licked my lips. “You look so hot when you come,feelso good around my cock when you come.” He slid back inside me, my breath hitching once again at his girth. “Wrap your legs around me.”
My legs went around him, my hands traveled up and down his back, occasionally cupping his ass as he pumped in and out of me.
He thrust deep, slowly circled his hips, then thrust again, continuing that feels-so-fucking-good pattern as his mouth sensually kissed all of me—my lips, my neck, my breasts, landing back on my lips for more.
He stopped thrusting for a minute, circling inside me as he stared into my eyes. “I love you so much, Macy. So. Freaking. Much.”
As he kissed me, I melted into him, wanting again to be pinched, certain I was stuck in some stupid dream about one of those too-perfect book boyfriends. When his finger found my clit, I rocked against it as he began to thrust harder and faster.
I was going to come again. No doubt about it.
“Macy, I need you to come.” He rubbed my clit. “Come all over my cock, baby.”
And I did, so hard those shooting stars appeared again.
He followed after me, his cock pulsing inside of me as he met his release with another growl.
“Damn, baby.” He kissed me. “Just…damn.”
It’s how I felt, too, and like that, Lucas went from Most Valuable Pussylicker to Most Valuable Penis in twenty minutes flat.
And I was lovestruck—cockstruck—for life.
“We should probably ordersomething to eat since we skipped dinner.” Lucas wrapped a towel around me as we stepped out of the shower.
It was close to 10 p.m. and after three rounds of sex, including one round in the shower, I’ll admit I could have eaten an entire supermarket.
“Why don’t we cook something instead?” I suggested. “Your parents always have a stocked fridge and considering they were expecting the house sitter, I’m sure there’s something we can whip up in a flash.”
“Okay, but put this on.” He gave me the silk tee he never got to wear to dinner. “I’ve always wanted you in one of my shirts.”
Inside the kitchen, Lola and Jack hung out with us as we prepared a batch of pancakes, our favorite go-to late-night meal. The kitchen was huge; in fact, the whole house was larger than the house I grew up in. And seeing I had spent more time at Lucas’s house than my own, I knew my way around his pretty well.
Before they retired, my parents were gone from home a lot—Dad on movie sets and Mom working on news stories. Both sets of grandparents lived out of state, visiting only for holidays. I found myself over at Lucas’s often, even spending the night if my parents were out of town. Their absence is probably what made Lucas and I close, our bond thicker than blood.
“Remember that night we got into a huge fight over Calvin Markes?” Lucas scooped pancake batter onto the griddle, the pan sizzling.
