“I have something in mind. I’ll fill you in when I know more.” Before she can ask questions, I quickly say goodbye and end the call.
Leaving the office, I go in search of Lucas. The apartment is massive, and it takes opening a few doors and peeking inside rooms until I find the one he’s in. The bedroom boasts magnificent views of the city, like every room I’ve seen. Lucas is sitting on a lush, king-sized bed propped with pillows, looking at his phone. When he sees me, he smiles. That smile makes everything inside me weak and tingly.
“Let’s do it,” I say.
Lucas’ smile spreads across his face. He tosses the phone on the mattress and then flicks the top button of his jeans open. “You don’t have to tell me twice.”
I shake my head. “No, not that. Well, yes, that will happen. What I mean is, I want to be your fake girlfriend.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Everything is falling apart. I have to try something.”
“Want to talk about it?”
That’s the last thing I want to do right now. “No.”
Swinging his legs off the bed, he saunters toward me and backs me up against the wall. He links our fingers together and raises my arms above my head, pressing his body against mine. His tongue darts out to swipe his bottom lip, like he wants to devour me, and I absolutely want him to. Then, with quick movements,he drops my hands. He picks me up by the waist, and in two long strides, he’s at the bed. He tosses me on the mattress, and I squeal with delight.
Next, he slides down the zipper of his jeans. “It all doesn’t have to be fake.”
Propping myself onto my elbows, with one hand I reach out and hook my fingers in the waistband of his underwear. “If I’m agreeing to this, I expect some benefits.”
“I’ll give you anything sexual you want. Multiple times. In every position you can imagine.”
My body thrums with wanting.
Tugging at his underwear, I yank hard, and he drops on top of me, carefully keeping his body weight on his elbows. His pelvis presses against mine, securing me to the mattress. There’s no mistaking the hard length of him.
With the tussle of getting tossed on the bed, my shirt has gone askew, exposing a shoulder and the top of my breast. His gaze zeros in on my heaving chest. His tongue darts out to swipe his bottom lip like he’s waiting for my hard nipple to pop out so he can lick it. I shimmy my shoulders so the fabric moves lower, exposing my breast even more.
Instead of putting his mouth on me, to my annoyance, he pushes himself onto his knees. What is he doing? My face must show a frustrated expression because he chuckles.
“Patience, Pixie. I want you naked before I fuck you.” He unbuttons his shirt so slow I want to groan with impatience. While I’m waiting for him to finish, I tug his jeans and underwear off his hips until his erection, large and heavy, spills free and into my hand.
I stroke him from root to tip, pulling a long moan from his lips. Pumping his hips into my hand, our eyes lock. His body tenses, and I can tell that he’s trying to hold it together. When has sex ever been this exciting before? When have I literally held a manin the palm of my hand and felt like I could make all his sexual fantasies come true?
Never. Nothing has ever compared to this. To the way Lucas makes me feel. To the way my body sings whenever he’s near. This fake dating with benefits could be dangerous. If I’m not careful, I could fall off the edge of friendship and land somewhere I have no business being.
Lucas pulls away, steps from the bed, and shuffles out of his jeans, tossing them on the floor. Next, he takes condoms out of the nightstand and throws them onto the bed. I shrug out of my shirt and jeans and toss them aside. He wants me naked. I’m giving him naked. Never have I been so confident in my body before. In his brightly lit room, I’m not trying to cover myself under the sheets or keep an item of clothing on to shield myself. Lucas looks at me like I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, and I believe him.
Before he joins me again, he holds onto my ankles and drags me to the edge of the bed. Hooking my legs over his shoulders, he dives between my thighs. The flat of his tongue glides along my slit right before it flicks and sucks at my sensitive nub. My hips buck. I clutch his hair and squeeze my eyes shut and take in the sweet torture of his mouth.
“Lucas,” I say on a strangled breath. His mouth works me over. His tongue delving deep between my folds. “Oh…Lucas…Lucas.”
He pulls away long enough to say, “Yes, Pixie? Do you like that?”
“Don’t…stop…ever.” I take deep breaths between each word.
He chuckles and I feel the vibration against my sex.
My hips thrust with the rhythm of his mouth. If he keeps doing magical things with his tongue, I’m not going to last much longer. When his hands travel up my thighs and he adds his fingers, I nearly levitate off the bed.
Like he senses how close I am to finishing, he says, “Easy, Pixie, I’m not ready for this to end.”
Unhooking my legs from his shoulders, he joins me on the bed, and we shuffle to the top of the mattress. He rolls on top of me, my legs automatically spread, and he nestles between my thighs. He captures my lips with his mouth, and for a moment I relish in his kiss and the weight of him on my body.
His kiss alone can make me orgasm. Who am I when I’m with him? Someone whose sexual prowess has laid dormant for years and it’s getting released in such an oh-so-exciting way.
