Lucas glides his tongue along my neck, sucking over my collarbone before he closes his lips around my hardened nipple. I gasp as his tongue flicks and his mouth sucks. He floats his hand over my stomach and to my other breast and massages in slow circles. My body is trembling. Every part of me is on fire. I grasp at his hair as he laves me up. My legs fall open, ready and waiting for his next move.
Lucas lifts his head to look at me. “You’re gorgeous, Penny. Every inch of you is fucking perfect.”
My heart flutters at his words.
“I want to take my time with you and lap you up from head to toe. But every time I touch you, I’m a fucking ball of lust and need to be inside you,” he says through gritted teeth, like it’s an effort to hold back long enough to speak. He slides his hand between our bodies and dips a finger inside my sex. My body jerks with sensitivity. “You’re so wet.” He pulls his hand away, his finger glistening with proof. “Tell me you’re ready.”
“Not yet.”
He groans with frustration.
I push at his shoulders so he lies on his back. I pick up the foil packet from the bed and tear open the condom. With it in my hand, his eyes darken as he can tell what I’m about to do. He folds his arms and places his hands behind his head like he’srelaxing, yet he’s taking deep breaths through his nose. As I roll it on him, his eyes flutter shut and he bites his bottom lip. I love how I have this effect on him.
Straddling him, I stay on my knees. I clasp my hand around his penis and guide him to my sex. Inch by excruciating slow inch, I lower myself until he’s buried deep. For a moment we don’t move, only stare at each other, our breathing coming out in labored breaths.
Slowly, I circle my hips one way and back the other. Lucas grips onto my hips, encouraging my movement. Arching my back, I pick up the speed as he grinds into me.
“You feel so good,” he groans. “I want to see you touch yourself.”
I’m a little surprised at his suggestion, but it also excites me. “Where?”
“Wherever you want.”
Timidly, I caress my hands over my stomach and up to my breasts. With an unexpected thrum of satisfaction, I massage them. My thumb and fingers tweaking and swirling around my nipples.
Lucas’ pelvis thrusts up and down as he grips my hips hard. “Do you like touching yourself?”
“Y-yes. Yes,” my breath escapes on a gust of air.
He growls, “Fuck, that’s hot, but I can’t take this much longer.”
Lifting himself up, he flips me onto my back. I bounce once before he hovers above me, the muscles in his arms bulging as he holds his weight. In a swift motion, he’s back inside me, and I bite down on the curve of his neck.
With each thrust, my body is coiling into a tight ball of lust. “I-I don’t know how much longer I can last.”
He bends his head and closes his mouth around my nipple.
I dig my nails into his back. “More,” I say. He moves on to the other breast and gives it equal attention as his hips don’t break from their pace, but I need even more. “Faster,” I demand.
He grinds hard and picks up speed. Our bodies slap together, my breasts bounce on my chest. Gripping onto his butt, I hold on tight. My body is tightening. My vision blurs.
Squeezing around him, I scream, “Yes, Lucas, yes!” At least, that’s what I think I’m saying. My mind is going blank. I can only feel. And I feel Lucas beginning to lose control. With his head tilted back slightly, his mouth falls open. His pounding into me grows harder with each thrust.
Our eyes lock as an orgasm rips through me, tearing a moan from my mouth. Right with me, Lucas is jerking as we both fall over the edge together. He slumps on top of me, keeping his weight on his arms, his warm breath fanning my face.
“Fuck, you’re amazing,” he declares, and I can’t help the grin spreading across my face.
“You’re not so bad yourself.” He’s magnificent. I think—no, Iknow—he’s ruined me for future men. My grin drops. How can I think about what’s to come when I have something this great? Yet this isn’t real. It’s fake.
I’m his pretend girlfriend.
But why does this feel like the real deal?
Chapter Fifteen
PENNY
When I wake the next morning, I turn to reach out for Lucas but find the spot next to me empty. Raising onto my elbows, I search the room. Lucas isn’t here. The clock on the nightstand reads ten AM. Oh wow, how did I sleep in so long?
