He’s never asked for it back and I never offered it.
“You think I’m yours, Callahan?”
“I think you secretly like the idea of being mine just as much as I like the thought of being yours.”
Lucas’s eyes meet mine once again, his gaze growing darker. Hungrier. More desperate.
He continues. “I think you just like being a brat. Making me work for every fucking thing.”
I shift, trying to keep my thighs from clenching around my own hand. “What can I say? I like the thought of you begging for me.”
“Yeah?” Lucas hums. “Well, why don’t you make yourself come so you can come over here and ride my dick. See how much I beg then.”
With pleasure.
I throw my head back and my fingers still as my hips jerk, letting out a guttural moan at Lucas’s words. My hips jolt forward and I pump my fingers into myself a few more times, riding out my own high, before slowly pulling my now wet fingers out of me.
Bringing the camera up to my face takes a bit of effort with how heavy my limbs now feel. But I push through and begin to suck on my fingers, swirling my tongue and licking up my own arousal.
Lucas groans desperately and I’m honestly surprised and impressed that he hasn’t stood up once.
I pull my fingers out of my mouth with an exaggerated pop. “Please tell me you have a condom.”
Lucas finally jumps up from the bed and digs through his nightstand. I lift myself off the desk, my legs shaking, but I still walk over to Lucas. I pluck the condom from his hand and reach up to press my lips to his. His tongue swipes over my bottom lip, like he’s trying to taste what’s left of my arousal. I rest my hand on the center of his chest and guide him until he sits back down on the bed, his back now flat against the mattress.
He lifts his hips for me as I pull down his jeans and boxers, his cock now free and leaking with pre-cum.
The sight makes my mouth water.
I quickly set the camcorder down onto the mattress as I move to straddle his lap and slowly roll the condom onto him.
Lucas picks up the camcorder and sets it onto his nightstand so that both of our bodies are in frame. I can’t help but chuckle, bringing my lips to his.
“You’re kinda greedy, Callahan. Is the footage of me getting myself off not enough?”
“I can tell you right now, watching you bounce on my cock just once isn’t going to be enough.” He lifts his head to catch my lips with his before I lift my hips up and line Lucas’s tip up between my thighs, sinking slowly onto him. When he’s resting fully inside me, I rock forward a few times, whimpering at the feeling of him filling me up.
I only ever seem to feel this full when it’s Lucas, but I’m going to try really hard to not think about why that is. Instead, I restboth hands flat on his chest, lifting up and slamming back down onto him.
He throws his head back, hands flying to rest tightly on my thighs.
I do that slowly for a few more times before I pick up my pace, the sound of our shallow breaths filling the space between us.
The sight of Lucas underneath me, watching as I bounce on him, using him to get off, makes me wish this moment wouldn’t end. And because I’m known to be a menace, my movements begin to slow.
Lucas blinks up at me, shaking his head. “Princess, please go faster. I just—fuck I need it, please.”
I grin, that sound being exactly what I wanted, but I don’t speed up. In fact, I remain still with him inside me, only moving to rock my hips forward, the feeling of my clit brushing up against his lower abdomen sending shock waves up my thighs.
Lucas groans yet again. “Denise.”
“Lucas,” I repeat in the same tone, failing to keep myself from smiling.
“Please baby,” he begs. “I need it.”
I begin to kiss up and down his chest, purposely trying to leave marks on his skin. My movements grow faster just for me to slow down and for Lucas to beg me to keep going. I repeat my movements again, causing Lucas to throw his head back in desperation.
“You’re killing me,” he groans.