“Fuck,” he groans as his eyes slowly trail back up my body and I resist the urge to cover my bare breasts. It’s been a long time since I’ve been willingly naked in front of a man but I meant everything I said. I trust him with everything - my heart, my body, my fears, my past. I’ve given it all to him.
He pushes himself off the wall as one arm wraps around my waist and pulls me into his body. We back up until my shoulders hit the opposite wall and he cups my face, brushing his thumb back and forth across my cheek.
“Do you remember what I told you?”
I shake my head. “No one needs to be in charge here, Lucas. I told you that I trust you and I meant it. If I’m uncomfortable with something, I’ll let you know. Until then, stop holding back with me. I’m not going to break.”
His eyes linger on mine for a second before he leans in and slams his lips to mine. I whimper and my knees tremble as I grip his arm and pull him closer, my lips parting. He nips at my bottom lip and my core clenches as a wave of need crashes over me. There is something deep down in my soul screaming for more from him, like it will never be enough. I’ll never get him close enough. He’ll never kiss me hard enough or long enough to satisfy this ache in my chest for him.
“Lucas,” I whisper as he drags his lips across my skin and he groans, his hand gripping the back of my neck. We stumble away from the wall, our lips finding their way back to each other as I start frantically pulling at his tux, desperate to feel all of him against me. His jacket hits the floor quickly followed by his shirt as he kicks off his shoes. I hum as my fingers trail down his stomach and the tight muscles of his abs.
“Quinn,” he breathes, his head dropping back. I continue down his body and unbutton his pants before shoving them down his legs. As he steps out of them, he wraps his arm around me and lifts me into the air before carrying me over to the bed. He lays me on my back and leans over me as he runs a hand down my chest. My nipple pebbles under his touch and he groans again.
“Tell me something,” he says and I release a breath.
“You want to have a conversation right now?”
He nods. “Are you wet?”
A moan slips past my lips before I can respond and my cheeks heat. No one has ever talked to me like that before but it certainly works for me. Or maybe that’s just Lucas.
“Was that a yes, gorgeous?”
“Yes,” I breathe with a nod. He grins as his hand slowly crawls up the inside of my thigh.
“Are you going to tell me what you want?”
I meet his gaze. “You know what I want.”
“Yeah,” he muses with a glint in his eyes, totally in his element. It’s a side to him that I’ve never seen and if I wasn’t already addicted to him, I would be now. There’s something about that little hint of danger in a man I know I can trust that thrills the part of me that still craves a rush. “I do.”
He moves my panties to the side and strokes his thumb over my slit as my eyes roll back in my head and I moan.
“Do that again, baby,” he whispers, repeating the move and I comply, moaning his name as a little voice in my head screams for more.
“Take them off.” I hook my thumbs in the waistband of the lacy white panties I picked out for tonight and shove them down my hips as far as I can before Lucas takes over and tosses them across the room. He stands and removes his boxer briefs before crawling back over me and a moment of panic lances through me before I can stop it.
“Whoa, what was that?”
I shake my head and squeeze my eyes closed. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”
“Fuck that. Talk to me, baby,” he says, grabbing my hand and pulling me up into a sitting position. I wrap my arms around my knees and suck in a breath.
“It’s just… I haven’t…”
“Since that night?” he finishes for me and I nod. “Do you want to stop?”
“No! I want to do this and I’m not even scared anymore. It was just like a second where I freaked out a little bit.”
He studies me for a moment before nodding and I watch him as he props a couple pillows up against the headboard and leans back against them before holding his hand out to me. “Come here.”
I crawl across the bed and allow him to pull me into his lap. His cock nudges against my core and I suck in a breath as he groans. Hooking his hand around the back of my neck, he pulls me forward until our lips connect and I sigh, any and all fear melting away in an instant.
“Better?” he whispers into my kiss and I nod. “You want more?”
“God, yes.”
As he nips at my bottom lip, his thumb finds my clit and he circles it slowly as I grip his shoulders and fall apart in his lap, arching my back as I close my eyes and rock my hips against his hand.
“You good?”
I nod. “Yes.”
“Ready for more?”
“Absolutely.”
He releases my neck to stroke my cheek and I open my eyes, meeting his gaze. “Wrap your hand around my cock, sweetheart.”
My heart hammers against my rib cage as I reach down and do as he instructs, grabbing his length before slowly pumping it up and down.
“Jesus Christ,” he hisses, his eyes closing as his head falls back against the headboard. “Just like that, Quinn.”
Leaning in, I kiss his neck as I continue working him up and down and he groans, his hands grabbing my hips and pulling me closer. Feeling a little bolder, I run my tongue up the column of his neck and he groans louder, his grip tightening.
“Shit, you’re killin’ me here.”
I smile against his skin. “Oh? I’m so sorry.”
“No, you’re fucking not. I can feel you grinning.”
Pulling back, I meet his eyes with the same smile on my face as I move up on my knees and press the tip of his cock against my entrance. He growls as his gaze drops to his lap. Holding him in place, I rub myself back and forth across the head a couple times. His eyes roll back in his head and I feel a little victorious as I slowly sink down on top of him.
“Wait! Shit. I need a condom.”
I shake my head. “I’m on birth control and I don’t want anything between us.”
His gaze flicks to my face and he nods, giving me the go ahead as I take him inside me and release a low moan.
“Holy shit, you feel amazing,” he groans, his fingers kneading my hips as he struggles to maintain control. “You good?”
“Yes, I’m good.” Planting my hands on his shoulders, I start rocking my hips. “What did I say earlier? No holding back, no rules. Just let go.”
He groans, his fingers gripping me harder as he grits his teeth. “I don’t want to scare you.”
“You don’t scare me,” I snap, grabbing his face and holding his gaze on me as I continue to bounce on his cock. “Take control.”
Time seems to stand still as our eyes lock and I see the switch flip in him. With a growl, he wraps his arm around my waist and flips me to my back on the bed before pulling out of me and slamming back in.
“Is this what you want?” he snarls, weeks of pent up desire and frustration pouring out of him and I nod.
“Yes.”
“Fuck,” he groans, one hand gripping my hip and holding it down on the bed as he finds a punishing rhythm that leaves me gasping for air beneath him. It’s steady and unrelenting and everything I need from him in this moment. I claw at his back as my hips try to buck off the bed, meeting him thrust for thrust, but his firm grip keeps me pinned to the mattress.