I begin to kiss him slowly, gently nipping at his bottom lip.
“Yeah? But you’re doing so good for me, Lucas.” I once again rock my hips against his but this time when I pick up my pace, I don’t stop, my own neediness building.
My thighs begin to burn and reluctantly my movements slow, but I try to push through the burning, especially when it creeps up to my hip.
Lucas must notice this because his grip on my waist tightens and he begins to thrust up into me, just as needy as me. I lean forward so that my chest is touching his, my elbows resting on either side of him.
My thrusts meet his and, in this position, my clit rubs against him just the right way, leaving me whining into Lucas’s ear.
“You wanna know another thing I think about to get myself off?” Lucas’s voice rasps next to my ear.
“Yes, god yes,” I choke out.
“I think about how after me, nobody else will ever come close to how I make you feel.”
His thrusts grow frantic. “You wanna know how I make sure that happens in this little fantasy of mine?”
I quickly nod my head, no longer able to form a coherent sentence.
“By fucking you raw for hours and pumping my load into you just so your pussy is always leaking with my cum.”
Jesus Christ, this man is begging one second and then saying shit that has me clenching around him desperately and letting out the most unapologetic whine. His hips stutter against mine and his arms wrap around me, pulling our bodies closer.
We both fall apart at the same time, Lucas’s grip so tight I won’t be surprised if I wake up tomorrow with bruises. I bury my face in his neck, feeling his chest move up and down as he too tries to catch his breath.
A laugh bubbles up my throat, spilling past my lips.
“What?” Lucas can’t help but join in on my laughter.
“Nothing,” I breathe against his neck. “It’s just one moment you’re playing coy and the next you’re threatening me with a good time.”
He shifts and dips his chin so that we’re now looking at each other.
Lucas smirks. “A good time, huh?”
“Yeah.” I run the tips of my fingers over the hickeys beginning to form on his chest. “I’m actually fully expecting that little fantasy to take place during round two.”
“Oh, you’re trouble, Stryker.”
Sixteen
Denise
I didn’t plan to wake up in Lucas’s bed. I didn’t intend to stay the night but somewhere between me bossing him around and him living up to his word, I ended up closing my eyes to wake up just now.
I have no idea where either of our phones are to check the time and I’m not leaving my Lucas cocoon to find out.
Lucas lies with his head resting against my chest and his arms wrapped around my waist. His breath is warm against my bare skin. I shift against the sheets, yawning and fully planning to go back to sleep when Lucas lifts his head and pulls away.
I wasn’t even aware that he’d been awake.
“Sorry,” he whispers, like it isn’t just us in the apartment. “Didn’t mean to hold you hostage all night, Stryker.”
I reach my hand out for Lucas, gently twisting some of his curls around my finger, smiling at his messy hair. “If I didn’t want to be here, I would’ve left by now.”
Something in Lucas’s face softens, his tired eyes slowly blinking. I reach out for him and pull him closer so he’s resting his head against my chest once again.
He lets out a content sigh. “My ex, Bailey, used to hate this.”