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I’ll fucking kill him. Right now.
I turn toward Spider. He shrugs. “It’s nothing personal, Lucien,” he says to me in an air of not controlling events. “Just strictly business is all it is.”
I pause for a moment.
Wealthiest man in D-Block?
Try the most unlucky guy ever fucking born.
Kerri
He waltzes into the room with his head held high, his piercing eyes immediately finding mine. My heart is drumming inside my chest, beating furiously against my ribcage. It doesn’t matter how many times I see him, it never changes.
“Take his handcuffs off,” I tell the guard that accompanies him. Sternly, the rotund guard does what I tell him, fitting his key inside the lock and turning it. Lucien flexes his arms immediately, and I can’t help but swallow hard as I see his hard muscles pushing against the fabric of his shirt. “You can leave, I’ll take it from here,” I continue, turning my attention to the guard. He does as I tell him, not uttering a single word; he just shrugs and, turning on his heels, walks out the door, closing it behind him.
I sign my name on the spreadsheet I hold in my hands, marking an X next to Lucien's name. This is supposed to be a simple check up, but we both know that all that we’ll be doing during the time we have has nothing to do with me being a pat of the medical staff. Unless anatomical studies count for something, that is.
The moment the door closes, Lucien crosses the room toward me, his lips curling upward into a smile. His hands go to my waist and he pulls me in, pressing his lips against mine. My eyelids drooping, I surrender to his kiss, parting my lips and allowing his tongue to slide inside my mouth. Our tongues wrestle against one another, and I let the spreadsheet fall from my fingers, my hands eager to feel something other than paper.
“Missed me?” He asks me with a smile, pulling back from my lips. I purse my lips, my hands on his waist.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I manage to tell him, the words sounding meaningless to me. Yes, we shouldn’t, but now’s already too late for regret… If I had any, that is.
“You said that the last time too,” he grins, his body pressed tight against mine. I can already feel his hard cock tenting his pants and pushing against my leg. My God, I can barely wait to get out of my pants and have him inside of me. I think of a response, but there’s none. All there is inside of me is an insatiable craving, one that threatens to consume me every single minute of the day.
After our first time together, there hasn’t been a single night that I haven’t dreamt of him… And I have done more than that. Under the safe refuge of my sheets, I let my imagination run wild, images of his naked body flashing behind my eyelids as I let one hand wander down my body. Every single night, I come thinking of him. And then, when I fall asleep exhausted, he haunts my dreams, his hard eyes always finding mine through the fog of sleep.
I lean into him, my lips parting and fitting against his. We kiss in abandonment, the real world just a detail. Tracing the outline of his pants, I let my fingers go around his waist, and then I slide them under the fabric of his boxer briefs, the warm skin of his buttocks against the palm of my hands.
“I’ve been thinking of this all day long,” I tell him, feeling his hard buttocks with my spread fingers. I let my hands go around his waist to his front and, still under his underwear, I curl my fingers around his hard cock. Just like in my dreams, here he is, more than ready to unleash a storm of pleasure upon me.
“I know, Kerri. Well,” he gently grabs my chin between his thumb and index finger, lifting my head up so that I’m looking straight into his eyes. “I’m here now. What are you going to do about it?”
I open my mouth, my brain working fast to think of anything just remotely coherent to tell him. But why use words when actions speak so much louder?
“I’m going to do this,” I whisper, going down to my knees without breaking his gaze. As my knees touch the floor, I push down his pants and underwear, only stopping when they’re all bunched up around his ankles. With a knowing grin, he kicks of his shoes and steps out of his clothes, his cock standing at attention and saluting me. He grabs the hemline of his shirt and pulls it over his head, throwing it over the stretcher bed in the corner.
Clothed, Lucien is a wonder of nature. Naked… He’s a miracle. Every muscle in his body seems to be made of granite and dreams, his skin tightly stretched over his abs. But I don’t intend to just stare at him in awe. A smile on my lips, I look up at him as I lean in, my tongue peeking between my lips it reaches for the tip of his cock. I only brush it against his glans, the salty flavor of his pre-cum making my heart drum louder.
My tongue circling his tip, I slowly start to lean forward, my eyelids drooping as I go further, his glans pushing past my lips. I let it roll over my tongue, his shaft sliding inside of my mouth easily. Lucien is thrusting slightly, moving hips toward me until his cock brushes against the back of my throat; then he pulls back, leaving only his tip inside of me.
A shiver goes up my spine as he lays his hands on top of my head, my mind fully aware of his dominant touch. I open my eyes and look up at him, that dangerous smile dancing on his face.
“I dreamt of this last night,” he tells me, hooking his fingers on my hair. “You were on your knees, and I fucked that little mouth of yours until you begged me to fuck you. I spent the whole night hard as a rock, just thinking of that.” Each of his words caress my mind, cooking all of my thoughts in a slow boil. His tone is calming but dominant, not an ounce of hesitance in his voice. This is a man that says what’s on his mind and I can’t help but love him for that. Did I say love? Because I didn’t mean to say that. This has nothing to do with love, nothing at all… Oh, why am I such a bad liar?
Lucien saves me from my own thoughts with one simple movement, pulling my hair by the roots and forcing my mouth down his shaft. I go willingly, my mind turning blank; there’s no past or future, all that exists is the now.
Guiding my head with his hands, he makes me bob my head back and forth, my lips rolling over his warm flesh as quickly as I can. But he wants to go even faster; he starts to thrust, his cock ravaging my mouth and making me desperately want him between my thighs. I can already feel my thong becoming drenched, the fabric sticking to my skin. If I keep going like this, soon enough my juices are going to start dripping down my legs, staining my pants. But who cares? He could rip off all of my clothes and leave me here, standing as naked as when I came into the world, and I wouldn’t care. All that matters is having him so close to me that I can hear his heart beating.
He keeps thrusting at my mouth until my knees start to ache, only stopping when his cock suddenly spasms. His whole body tenses up, and he takes a deep breath, caressing my face with the back of his hand. Slowly, he pulls his cock out of me and grabs my hand, pulling me up to my feet. Standing just an inch away from him, I’m breathing hard, flames startin
g to lick at my skin.
“You drive me crazy,” he whispers. “I can’t control myself.” I don’t even know if he’s talking to me or to himself, but I have no time to wonder about that. His hands on my waist, he pushes me back with a growl; I take two steps back, my ass hitting the edge of the stretcher bed, making it bump against the wall with a loud noise.
“Is everything alright in there?” I hear the guard asking from the other side of the door, his voice like a punch to my gut. Lucien doesn’t even blink; he presses his naked body against me, sliding his hands under my shirt and running them up to my breasts.
“Yes…” I say, trying to speak between breaths. “I… I just dropped something!” I manage to say, hoping the guard has as much interest in doing his job right now as I have in doing mine. I wait for a few heartbeats, all of me melting as Lucien squeezes my breasts, but the guard doesn’t respond back. I breathe out deeply, feeling as if I’ve just dodged a bullet. “We have to… be quiet,” I tell Lucien, my chest rising and falling at a fast rhythm.
