His breath is hot against my ear, hand moving away from my breast and to my neck. “All you have to do is admit it, Denise. Tell me you’ve thought about this.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, hot tears threatening to spill out with how close I can feel myself getting but Lucas keeps slowly dragging himself out of me. Only to inch back in before pulling away again.
I know all I have to do is admit that he’s right. That I’ve spent nights with my fingers buried deep inside me, thinking about this very moment. But because something in me can’t let Lucashave all the power, I force my eyes open and lean my head back so that my mouth is now near his ear.
“If you’re not going to fuck me, Callahan, I’ll go home and do it myself.”
Lucas stops mid-thrust, hand dropping from my neck and letting me fall forward. I catch myself with the palms of my hands, only for one quick thrust of his hips to have his dick completely back inside me. My arms buckle and fall forward again, face now pressing against the sheets.
After doing nothing but pushing him away for so long, I’m not quite sure how Lucas can still want me after all that, but I won’t argue with him about it right now because having him pull out is not an option. So I thank whatever higher power there may be and savor the sweetness of the burn between my thighs.
With every quick thrust, the headboard slams against the wall but I couldn’t care less about anyone hearing us. In fact, the idea has me clenching even tighter around Lucas.
“You just think the world revolves around you, don’t you?” Lucas asks, his thrusts not faltering. I guess you have to have a certain amount of stamina to be chasing around a puck for an hour.
Then the thought of Lucas taking me in the locker rooms after one of his games flashes through my head. Or maybe in the showers. Hell, I’d let him fuck in the stands if it came to that.
Lucas sighs. “Unfortunately for me, Princess, my entire world does revolve around you. Which is why I’m still going to give you what you want, even when you act like a brat because there’s no way I’m going to let someone else fuck you like this.”
He brings his hand back around to rub my clit, bringing me so close to the edge.
“You ready to finally give me what I want and come?”
My toes curl, legs shake, and I cry out the words, “Don’t stop,” like a mantra as the pleasure finally tips over and I crash.Hard. My body jerks and my hands grip onto the sheets, needing to hold onto something due to the sensation of floating. I feel Lucas’s hips stutter against mine. A few more thrusts and he’s pressing me closer to him by the hips until a string of curses come out in a groan.
My body falls limp and I don’t care to move, not when I’m more focused on catching my breath and the all-too-good burn of Lucas giving me one more thrust before pulling out. We both wince and I watch him peel off the condom and toss it into the trash near the nightstand before he falls down onto the spot next to me, moving me so that I’m resting on his chest.
I try to focus on Lucas drawing random shapes on my hip, instead of thinking about how I don’t do this with hookups. Sticking around any longer than necessary can sometimes create this weird dynamic of “so when can I see you again?”
Most of the time I get lucky and the guy understands what this is, but I never try to rock the boat by staying or cuddling. I don’t usually wrap my arms around them to keep them from leaving. And I definitely don’t let them hold me like this but maybe it’s because I know I’ll still see Lucas around after tonight.
Whether I pretend to like it or not, we’re kind of in the same circle of people.
Yeah, that explains what’s happening right now.
I’m just being nice so I don’t make things awkward. Granted, I don’t think I’ve ever done anything in my life just to spare someone’s feelings but it’s the only thing that makes sense right now. And that belief is what’s keeping me from pulling away from Lucas’s warmth too soon.
This is for Lucas.
Not me.
He’s a nice guy. It’s the least I can do, isn’t it?
“You were right.” Lucas finally breaks the silence between us.
I lift my head from his chest, my eyes heavy. “I usually am but about what specifically?”
He pinches my hip, earning a soft smack to his chest. “We definitely should’ve done that sooner.” He kisses my lips and I let him.
Another thing I never do after sex and yet I don’t hate it.
“Yeah.” I rest my back against his chest. “Was just wondering when you’d stop being a chicken.”
“A chicken? I was being respectful!”
“There was absolutely nothing respectful about what you just did to me.”
He hums. “And I can say with confidence that you enjoyed every second of it.”