One frantic nod of my head has Lucas hiking up my dress and peeling off my panties. I yelp when he tugs at my thighs, pulling my legs further apart. He doesn’t give me time to do or say much of anything before his lips are on me. His tongue, long, wet, and warm against me, sets my body on fire.
“Oh my fucking god,” he groans against me. “I knew you’d taste so fucking good.”
I whine, my fingers tugging at his black curls, probably ruining the otherwise perfect ringlets but when his tongue circles my clit, I don’t seem to care about that anymore.
I whine. “Please don’t stop, Lucas.”
My hips grind against him, needy and angry that of course Lucas Callahan knows how to use his mouth. And his tongue. Yeah, definitely his tongue.
Lucas’s grip on my hips tightens and before I know it, he flips us so he’s on his back and I’m sitting right on his chest. Wet, clenching, and desperate.
“What are you doing?” I whine, earning me a chuckle.
“Ride my face.”
I let out a startled laugh, looking down at Lucas to see that he’s dead serious but because I don’t need to be told twice—not in this context at least—I scoot so that I’m hovering over his face.
Without a warning, Lucas grips my hips and pulls me down onto him. The loudest, most guttural whimper I’ve ever made slips past my lips when Lucas presses his tongue flat against my clit.
“Oh my god,” I gasp, leaning over to grip the sheets and give myself something to hold onto, my legs shaking.
“That the best you got, Stryker?” Lucas’s words have my thighs tightening around his head. “I want you to ride my face, Princess.So ride my fucking face.”
I take the invitation and begin to desperately rut my hips against his warm tongue, needing more. My hand reaches down, grabbing onto his hair again because I need to know that this is real. Not another wet dream that ends with my fingers deep inside me while not allowing myself to moan the one name I’ve desperately wanted for months.
The sound of a zipper has me opening my eyes. I follow Lucas’s hand that isn’t on my waist to see him pulling out his cock, stroking himself all while tongue fucking me.
The knowledge of the taste of me having this much of an effect on him has my hips slowly coming to a stop. Lucas gives the side of my thigh a slap, my hips jerking against him.
“You really gonna continue playing hard to get when you’re this wet for me?” To prove his point, his tongue laps between my thighs.
My breath hitches and my body screams at me to not pull away but I need Lucas in my mouth.
Need the taste of him on my tongue.
“Not playing hard to get, Callahan.” I lift myself away from him, clumsily turning around so he’s still dangerously close to the aching pulse between my thighs, but now I’m able to lick Lucas’s cock from the base to his leaking tip before taking him between my lips completely.
Lucas chokes on his own breath, encouraging me to continue.
He sits warm and solid against my tongue. Slightly salty and all kinds of addictive. I pull back and lower my mouth back on him. My head begins to bob slowly and the movement has Lucas’s hips bucking up. He hits the back of my throat, causing me to gag and pull away and him to freeze completely before apologies begin to fly past his lips.
“I’m so fucking sorry, sweetheart—you just feel so fucking good, I didn’t mean—”
“Do it again,” I swipe the tip of my tongue up his shaft and Lucas shivers below me. “Fuck my mouth.” I breathe against his warm skin, taking him back in my mouth, interrupting his unnecessary apology.
“Jesus Christ, Denise.” He throws his head back against the pillows as I take him as deep as I can, his tip hitting the back of my throat yet again.
The sensation of him thrusting up against the back of my throat has my eyes rolling back and the tingling only intensifies when he puts his own mouth back on me. My entire body is on fire in the best way possible.
His tongue. His thrusts.
It only has me rocking against him. Faster. Frantic.
I’ve had hookups. Some bad. Some amazing. Others just good enough to satisfy me for the time being. But this is something I’ve yet to experience with anyone. Man or woman.
It’s almost like my body is warning me that Lucas has just become my new favorite drug of choice. There’s no way I can ever go back to keeping my desires aimed as far away from him as possible. No. Not when he’s the center of those desires.
“Princess,” Lucas groans against me. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to come.”