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I detect a hint of a grimace at my words which makes me wonder what story he gave the publishing company. Is it something about me? The bros? About his family? It doesn’t make any sense why he keeps that all to himself. At first, he was excited, and now he walks around like a dog with his tail between his legs after knocking over a house plant and destroying the guest towels.
”Is something wrong?” I ask, my worry evident in my tone and the way I pull away from him. “Did that fall through?”
Lucas shakes his head. “No, it’s definitely still on.” He finally takes a sip of his scotch, which is followed by several minutes of coughing and chest pounding.
“So what’s the problem?”
Lucas isn’t looking at me. He stares at the bottles across from us, his eyes narrowed, his lips pursed as if he’s thinking of something foul. “I haven’t even started. The first four chapters are due by the end of April.”
“So, it’s only the beginning of March. You have time, right?”
Lucas bobs his head. “Yeah, I have time,” he says softly. I watch him down the rest of his scotch in one long gulp, his face twisting in disgust, but this time he doesn’t cough. He slams the glass down and grabs my hand, forcing a smile while he tugs me off my seat. “Come, you look good in that dress. Let’s try to salvage the night,” he adds while waggling his eyebrows.
I barely have time to grab my coat and shout to the bartender, “The room is 412,” before I’m being whisked away to the elevator. There’s something wrong. I can feel it twisting at my insides, pulling at my heart. The hair on my nape rises, but before I can question Lucas anymore about the book and his agent, the elevator doors close and his mouth is on mine. His hands caress my face, run through my hair, palm my breasts. My coat slips in my grasp and I struggle to keep hold of it. It’s my only coat and there’s no way I’m losing it here.
As the doors open, Lucas grabs me and hoists me up into his arms, bridal style. I giggle, but the sound is forced and awkward. Lucas is smiling down at me and I want him to know everything is fine. I want him to be happy, to not care about what the judges said about his work and presentation. That’s their opinion, and though it matters to some extent, he doesn’t need to obsess over it. There are different kinds of artists in the world and not all of them have to agree.
His mouth is on mine as he walks down the hallway, struggling to keep me in his arms and not trip over the warn carpeting. I kiss him back, my tongue sliding over his, enticing it into a dance we both know oh so well. His feet trip and he stumbles forward, catching himself quickly. I slide down his front, my hands cupping his face, our mouths never parting from each other. It doesn’t matter how many times I kiss him I can never get tired of this. He feels amazing.
My back slams against the wall and Lucas’s mouth slides down to my throat, his teeth nipping at me. My hands bury themselves in his hair, tugging at the locks, keeping him to me while he continues to lick and suck my nape, making my insides grow tighter and wetter with each touch.
The sound of a door creaking open snaps me out of my lust and I push Lucas away just in time as a young mother comes out from her room, holding a little girl’s hand. The girl is dressed in princess pajamas and smiles up at us as she passes. The mother gives us a raised eyebrow and knowing look. I smile back at her, my hand slowly going to my nape, which feels swollen from Lucas’s kisses.
As soon as we see them round the corner towards the vending machines, Lucas snatches my hand and we run down the hallway towards our room. I can’t stop the giggles erupting through me and all thoughts on poetry night, publishing agents, and books leave me in that moment. All that matters is Lucas and what he plans to do to me. Correction. What I plan to do to him.
Lucas slams his hotel card against the door and pushes it open the moment we hear the sharp beep from the card reader. I step inside, giggling when I feel Lucas’s cupping my bottom. He rubs himself against me while kicking the door closed. His head falls to my shoulders and he’s kissing the sensitive skin again, a low groan escaping him as I wiggle my ass against his hardening crotch.
“The things you do to me,” he whispers between kisses.
The way his voice sounds as my heart skipping and my insides melting. I rub myself against him, loving the way he thickens with my every move. I drop my coat on the floor, not caring if it gets dirtied by the dust or wrinkled. His hands pull at my skirt, pushing it up. His fingers brush my thighs and my face flushes, waiting for him to reach my core, to push open my pussy lips and pleasure me.
His hands disappear from my legs and I whimper in response, frustrated he won’t pleasure me the way I want him to. His hands pull at my top, pushing the dress down my breasts and hips until it flops onto the floor. He undoes my bra while I push my panties down until I am completely naked.
I turn in his hold, gazing up at him, loving the way his face is flushed with desire. He seizes my lips, his teeth nipping at me, his hands roaming over me, pulling me tighter to him. I push his suit jacket from his shoulders, hearing it plop onto the ground while I guide him towards the bed. I feel the mattress hitting the backs of my legs and I lower myself, his lips slipping away from me. I watch him undress for me, his movements slow, precise, teasing. My legs open for him while I lean back against the bed, my hands running down the length of my body until they reach my womanhood.
Lucas groans as he watches my fingers slip between my folds. I rub my clit slowly, lightly while I hold his gaze. He throws his shirt behind him, his movements becoming jerkier as he undoes his belt and yanks down the zipper of his pants. His cock springs out, the head pushing out of his boxers and leaking with need. I lick my lips and Lucas groans again, pulling down his pants and underwear in one movement before crawling between my legs.
“Seductress,” he whispers before kissing me again, his dick pressing against me, sliding against my clit.
“You know you like it,” I groan, my head tossing back and forth against the pillows.
Lucas cups my breasts, his tongue circling around a nipple before enveloping it. I moan against the pillows, my hands gripping the sheets as I push myself against him, silently begging him to enter me hard and fast. Lucas ignores me, his mouth sucking my nipple while his hand strokes up and down my leg, growing higher each time, before slipping between my folds and circling my clit. I grind against him, unable to handle any more of this torture. When he still doesn’t give in, I seize his cock and pump it up and down, my thumb stroking against the sensitive part of his tip.
“Fuck,” Lucas moans, releasing my nipple while I pull away from his cock.
I smile up at him as he presses his dick at my entrance. He hisses, his head tilting back, his eyes remaining fastened to mine. “You feel so wet.”
“Don’t act so surprised,” I say tauntingly, my legs wrapping around his waist, drawing him closer. “You’re the one who made me this way.”
Lucas bites his bottom lip and I arch, feeling him press into me. He enters inside me slow and gentle. It’s not at all what I expected, given how horny he was in the hallway. His body covers mine, his hands planting on either side of his face to keep most of his weight off. His cock wedges deep inside, filling me up in the most perfect way. My mouth opens in a silent moan. He kisses me, softly this time, his tongue sliding in and out sweetly. My arms circle him, keeping him close while I kiss him back. He thrusts slowly, his body moving in waves against mine. His fingers taunt my clit, moving just as slowly.
I release his mouth and gasp, tossing back my head while he kisses my nape. He’s going so slowly. It feels both torturous and sweet. I grip his shoulders, his back, his arms, anything I can grab onto. My body feels like it’s going to implode. Lucas plunges inside me, picking up in speed, but continuing to kiss me sweetly, stroke my hair away from my face. My mouth hangs open as I feel my orgasm closing in, taking me higher, like I’m soaring through the clouds about to fall into utter bliss. His fingers lace with mine and I gasp as I feel myself getting closer.
“Come for me, Rachel,” Lucas moans, his cock thrusting harder and deeper into me. “Fuck, come for me Rachel. I’m so close.”
I cling to him, my body meeting his. My orgasm explodes through me and I find myself unable to stop screaming my release. My whole body trembles while I hold to him tightly. Lucas thrusts into me once more before groaning, a shudder rippling through him while he falls on top of me. He buries his head in my shoulder, kissing my tender nape, my throat.
“That was amazing,” he says between kisses and I groan in response, my eyes half open and groggy.
