He remains sitting across from me, a smile on his lips and a lightness in his shoulders I’m quickly becoming addicted to.
Whether I deserve it or not.
Fifteen
Denise
When we make it back to our apartment complex, I don’t even really ask Lucas if I can come up to his place. I just press the button to his floor when we get on the elevator.
His eyes widen and he stutters over his words for a moment, before clearing his throat and going back to talking about how he and his sisters tried to make their own waterpark when they were kids.
I can’t help but chuckle when Lucas starts to fumble with his keys when I stand a little too close to him, and my hand just so happens to accidentally run up the outside of his thigh.
He pushes the door open, pulling me in with him. We both stumble over each other, laughing. Lucas lifts me up by the waist and I wrap my legs around him. Our mouths move hungrily against each other, our breathing heavy.
Lucas walks down the dark hallway, effortlessly carrying me into his room. He nudges the door open with his foot. After setting me back down and slamming the bedroom door shut, he quickly pulls his shirt over his head and throws it somewhere on the floor.
“Pretty sure Nole is out for the night.” Lucas turns on the lamp on his bedside table, giving the room a warm glow.
I unbuckle his belt before kicking off my shoes and peeling off my leggings and shirt. I pull Lucas in closer by hooking my fingers into his belt loops, bringing my lips to his.
“I wouldn’t care if he was,” I mumble against him.
Lucas lets out a string of curses as his lips trail down to my jaw and neck. I rest my hands on his shoulders to keep myself balanced when something on his dresser catches my attention.
I laugh breathlessly. “Who the hell still owns a camcorder?”
Lucas doesn’t pull away from where he sucks on the skin of my neck. “I use it to film practices.”
I don’t even bother to make a joke about how old he thinks he is by not using literally anything more recent for that, because the idea that pops in my head has me smirking.
I pull away from Lucas, smiling as his lips chase after me.
“Get on the bed.”
Lucas tries to hide his grin, nodding his head and doing as I said. I walk over to his dresser to pick up the camera and flip the screen open. I turn around and lean my back against the dresser, hitting the button and waiting for the red flashing light to tell me it’s now recording.
“What are you up to now, Stryker?”
I turn the camera toward me, holding it a little higher as I reach behind me and unclasp my bra, letting it fall to the floor.
“Fuck,” Lucas sighs, like just the sight of me pains him.
“What do you think about when you get yourself off?” I ask as I pan the camera over my breasts, squeezing them and playing with my own nipples.
I don’t have much going on but I do take advantage of what I have.
“You,” Lucas answers quickly, his voice now raspy.
I hum, expecting that response. I slip off my underwear and walk over to Lucas’s desk, hoisting myself up. The wood is cold, a sharp contrast to my skin.
“You really are desperate for me, aren’t you, Lucas?”
“You have no fucking idea.”
I chuckle. “From how hard your dick looks from over here, I think I have a little bit of an idea.”
I bring my foot up so it rests on his chair and I lift the other leg up so it’s on the edge of the desk, spreading myself so that both Lucas and the camera get a good view.