Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“Fuck me, Lucas. Now. I want your cock.”
“Christ.” He pulls his fingers free, shoves to his knees, and gets all wrapped up. Once he has the condom slicked with lube, Lucas positions me on my side, top leg bent high, him settling in behind me. He presses the head of his cock against my hole, slowly pushing in. It’s different taking his dick than it was his fingers, my body needing to adjust to his girth.
“That’s it…fuck, you feel good. Let me inside. I’ll take care of you, Hunt. I promise.”
I nearly melt into the bed, feeling…soft and cared for and wanted. It’s strange that this seems so unique, like it’s so totally new, and no one has ever wanted me this much.
I turn my head, and reading my expression, he takes my mouth, pushes his tongue between my lips as he continues breaching my ass. I take more and more of him, stretch for him, Lucas going slowly so my body can get used to him, until he’s fucking deep, as deep as he can go, holding himself there, inside me, and just…kissing and kissing and kissing.
“You ready?” he asks against my lips.
“Yeah. So fucking ready.”
Lucas grins, and it’s like an electric jolt to my chest. And then he’s pulling back before thrusting sharply back in.
“Fuck yes,” I say. “God, you feel good.”
Lucas holds my face with his tattooed arm, rings pressing into my skin as he forces me to look at him. My lips part, quick breaths puffing out as he hammers into me, stroking my prostate, his eyes holding mine.
It feels so good.
He feels so good.
But the way he’s looking at me is almost too much, like he’s seeing things he’s not supposed to see, and that scares the fuck out of me. I press our lips together again, kissing and fucking and feeling.
Lucas lets go of my face, lowering his hand to my cock, jerking me off. There’s a kink in my neck because of how I’m holding my head, but I don’t care. I would stay in this position all night if he could fuck me that long.
“You’re close,” he says, pressing his forehead to mine.
“Yes. Christ. Make me come.”
He growls, then pulls out, rolling to his back and pulling me on top of him. I straddle Lucas, reaching behind me to take hold of his cock and work him back inside me. He pulls my head down so we’re kissing again while he fucks up and into me. His hands move to my waist, and I wrap a hand around my shaft, stroking in tandem with his tongue in my mouth and his dick in my ass.
Before I can do anything to stop it, my orgasm takes over, my head dropping back, body buzzing, thighs tensing as I lose myself to the most intense pleasure. I shoot all over his chest, my release landing against his skin as Lucas arches up, still thrusting.
“Fuck…me too. Gonna give you my load,” he says, and I realize how much I want it, how much I wish there was no condom between us. His dick twitches, hands tightening, teeth biting into his bottom lip as he comes. Lucas kisses me, then rolls me to the bed beside him. “I’ll be right back.”
He goes into the en suite, and I hear water running. He’s in there for only a moment before coming back and wiping me down with a washcloth.
“Come here,” I say, pulling him toward the bed.
“Let me get rid of this.”
“Throw it on the floor. I don’t care.”
He drops the washcloth, then climbs into bed. I feel…open…raw. Like he’s put more of me on display, and I’m not sure how I feel about it.
“I’m a terrible person,” I say, resting my head on Lucas’s chest. He wraps an arm around me.
“I’m fairly certain that out of the two of us, that would be me.” He kisses the top of my head. “I don’t want to be a reason for you to hate yourself.”
“I think I’d hate myself more if I stopped,” I admit, the truth heavy in the air between us.
“Then we won’t stop.”
“Good,” I say, then out of nowhere, something hits me. “Do I get to see your darkroom yet, next time I come over?”
Lucas barks out a laugh at my ridiculousness, something I feel more at ease being when I’m with him. “Maybe.”
“I gave you my ass, Lucas, and I can’t even get that?”
“I didn’t say no.”
“Fine. I guess I’ll have to accept that.” I kiss his chest. “What do you want to do tomorrow?”
Lucas grins. “You?”
“I think that can be arranged.” Another kiss. “But only if I can do you too.”
“I think that can be arranged.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Lucas
It’s been a few weeks since the first time I stayed at Hunter’s, and almost every night he’s been in town since, I’m there. By silent agreement, we don’t mention Ellis or that what we’re doing might be wrong. We don’t talk about any of the things we want to avoid. He’ll go to practice and ask about my schedule for the day, then say something like, Wanna come over tonight? And I always say yes and always spend the night. When he’s traveling, he’ll be like, I leave on Friday or Saturday and won’t be home until Sunday night…maybe you can come over after work on Monday, and again, I always say yes.