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She was mine, and I wasn’t ever going to let her go.
Chapter 20
Oh my God.
I couldn’t feel my toes. Maybe I had never actually given myself a real orgasm. It certainly had never been like that! I eased my fingers’ grip from Lucas’ shoulders, sure I’d left marks, and sighed as he kissed down my jaw over my neck again. I jerked a bit as his thumb brushed over my clit and he chuckled against my neck.
“Sensitive?” he asked, lifting his head to stare down at me.
“A little…” I managed to croak out, still in shock at my body’s response to him.
He quirked an eyebrow and slid his finger out of me slowly, bringing it up to his mouth, before sucking my wetness off of it, while making direct eye contact. I was blushing again. This man had just made me have my first real orgasm and seen me half-naked, and I was blushing because he was tasting me.
“I can’t think of any better taste in the world,” he said, voice low, as if reading my thoughts. He braced his hands on either side of my head, and leaned down, kissing me again. He settled his hips against mine, pressing into me. He was rock hard. I had felt him hard before, during other make out sessions, but nothing had gone this far. He was always holding back, making sure I was ready. Despite the fact that I had just orgasmed, the feel of him pressing against my core, was causing my heart rate to pick up again.
I wrapped my legs around him and ground back against him, swirling my hips. He groaned, breaking the kiss off, looking down at me.
“We don’t have to do anything else, Becks,” he said, softly. “There’s zero obligation.”
I blinked up at him. It hadn’t ever been like this for me. The boy in high school hadn’t even known what he was doing and my first time had been over within a minute of him slamming into me.
Clark hadn’t ever given a shit enough to make me orgasm. I was new to the foreplay world. I was always doing things for the men in my life. I had learned to dread sex and never expect anything. Lucas had awoken something in me and caused me to want to give him something back. I needed to give him something back. I didn’t feel obligated.
“I know,” I replied. “I want to.”
I moved a hand down between us and gripped him through his pants, squeezing softly.
“Fuck,” Lucas tensed, gritting his teeth, a muscle feathering along his jaw.
I unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them slowly, pushing them down, along with his boxer briefs, until they were below his ridiculously tight ass. Then he was in my hand. Hot and hard, but soft. I squeezed him gently as his mouth met mine, kissing me hard, driving his tongue into my mouth. I stroked him from base to tip. He was so long and had so much more girth than my ex had. It was slightly intimidating. Especially thinking of the fact I hadn’t had sex in thirteen years. Did I want to have sex tonight? I cared about Lucas and maybe even loved him, which was terrifying in such a short amount of time.
“Get out of your head, Becks. I don’t expect the whole package tonight,” his words rumbled against my flesh as he kissed down my neck. Sliding my thumb over the tip of him, spreading the bead of pre-cum that had begun leaking out of him he growled softly, thrusting his hips harder into my hand.
“Do I want you? Fuck, you have no idea how much I want you, Rebecca Wareman. Have I imagined fucking you senseless? Every way there is and maybe inventing a few positions of our own,” he was practically growling at this point, “but I never want it to feel like a reciprocation or an obligation. I want you to be so mindless with wanting me, that you are absolutely sure when I take you.”
My skin was on fire again. This man and his words were going to be the death of me. I was stroking him faster now, squeezing a bit harder, and twisting my hand when I reached the tip of him. I pushed him over, twisting us and maneuvering until I was on top. I sat back on his thighs, staring down at him as he gazed up at me with a storm raging in his gray eyes. He was fucking huge. If I had thought the feel of him was intimidating it had nothing compared to the visual. I wrapped both hands around him and continued my motions, as he began thrusting up into them, panting my name.
“I’m not going to last long,” he warned, “I’ve wanted you for far too long.”
“I want to watch you come,” I said, holding his eyes with my own.
“Jesus, Becks,” he groaned, moving his hand down over mine and guiding me, showing me how he liked it. It was different than when Clark had told me I was stupid or doing it wrong. I wanted to make Lucas feel as good as he had made me feel. I let him move my hand, using it to stroke himself as I watched..
Watching him move in and out of my hand was causing wetness to spread again under my leggings and I moved my hips restlessly as he muttered to himself.
“I’m gonna come,” he warned, moving as though to pull me away.
I gripped him tighter, refusing to move, and lowered my head, sucking just the tip of him inside my mouth. He yelled my name as he exploded, flooding my mouth with his taste as I moaned softly around him, swallowing down every last drop.
He continued to come hard, arching his hips up, pushing himself further into my mouth as I continued swallowing everything he gave me.
“Becks, God,” he said, threading his fingers through my hair and pulling me up and over him to kiss me again.
He was panting and shaking a little and it made me feel powerful and content, at the effect I’d had on him. Lucas pulled back, bringing my forehead down to rest against his.
“I don’t think I can ever let you walk away after this, Becks,” he said softly.
“I don’t think I want you to,” I replied.