I nodded, firm on that. Or… firmish, considering the position we were currently in. But he hadn’t technically started work for 7th yet, so…
Lucas gave a small shrug. “Tuesday is two days away, Hayden. Maybe I’ll get a nice barista job at the new Starbucks across town instead.”
I couldn’t fight my grin. “And waste all your god-given talent for a fraction of the pay? Wash your mouth out, Lucas.”
He sighed but sat forward to clasp my hips in his hands. “Fine, then I’d better make this an afternoon you’ll never forget so every time you see me dancing on one of your stages, you’ll know I’m really thinking about all the things I wanna do to you… but can’t.”
I groaned at that thought. Fuck. I could never go back to 7th Circle while Lucas was working. My willpower was strong, but Jesus fuck, not that strong. No one’s was.
His fingers hooked under the band of my panties as his lips caressed my breast, and I shoved all those worries aside. No doubt this was a terrible idea, one that I’d regret later. But I might as well regret it after a few orgasms, not before.
The soft lace of my thong slid down my legs, and I reached around to unhook my bra. When I was totally naked, I kicked my shoes off and pushed Lucas flat onto my bed. His jeans were straining so tight around his huge erection it took me a bit of effort to unbutton the fly, but it was effort well spent. He was even bigger than I remembered from the back room of Murphy’s, and I sucked in a sharp breath as I took him in my hand.
“Holy fuck, Hayden,” he hissed as I tightened my grip, marveling at the fact that my fingers and thumb didn’t even connect around his girth.
“I’m sure I told you not to call me that,” I murmured, stroking his shaft slowly.
His hips surged, pushing into my hand harder as his breath hitched. “Yeah, but you didn’t mean it.” His lips held a lazy, teasing smile. Fuck, he had a great mouth. Totally kissable.
So I did just that. Placing one knee to either side of his hips, I leaned down and claimed his mouth in a lingering kiss. His hands found my face, then threaded into my hair in a possessive, slightly controlling way that lit my whole body up with arousal.
His hard length ground against my core, and I gasped into his kiss. All my plans to take my time and toy with him flew out the window. If I didn’t get his thick dick inside me immediately, I was likely to explode.
“Fuck,” I muttered, placing my hands on his muscular chest to push up a scarce inch. “Condom. Don’t fucking move.”
Even though we hadn’t bothered with protection last night, it seemed like a supremely bad idea to simply continue in kind. Not even IUDs were one hundred percent effective, and pregnancy was most definitely not in my plans.
I climbed off Lucas and left him lying there looking like an angel as I grabbed a condom from my dresser. Just because I never brought guys home didn’t mean I didn’t have them ready to throw in my handbag when I went out. Okay, so my casual hook-ups were rare, but they happened occasionally.
Lucas watched me with heavy-lidded bedroom eyes as I returned to him and ripped the packet open with my teeth. He tucked his arms behind his head, his gaze following my every movement as I straddled his thighs and smoothly rolled the condom down his impressive length.
“Holy shit,” I muttered with a laugh, “I need to get some bigger condoms.”
His brows hitched, and a smile danced over his lips. “Oh yeah?”
I cringed, then shook my head. “Nope. No, I don’t because this is not going to be a recurring thing.”
His grin just spread wider, and he grabbed my hips. “We’ll see.”
In a swift movement he rolled us, taking charge and settling between my spread thighs. His lips moved over my throat as he reached down to position his tip at my cunt and pushed inside ever so slightly.
“Is this okay?” he asked in a breathless whisper, pausing for… consent? Fuck, he was adorable.
I nodded quickly. “Yes, fuck yes.” I parted my legs wider and pushed against him, begging for more.
With that permission, Lucas gave me what I wanted. He didn’t force his way inside with one swift motion; instead, he rocked in with small thrusts, getting deeper with each push until I was panting and thrashing under his body.
“Hayden,” he whispered with all the reverence of a prayer. “Holy shit.” He buried his face in the crook of my neck, kissing my skin and shifting his position to carry his weight on his bent elbows.
I just moaned and writhed under him, hooking my ankles together behind him to pull us closer together. I was so full, so stretched, but it was the most insanely exquisite feeling. So, so much better without the haze of drunkenness dulling my senses.
“Lucas,” I groaned on a sigh, “please…”
He bit my neck gently, his hips moving in shallow thrusts—enough to drive me wild with anticipation but not give me the rough, hard fuck I wanted.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he confessed, his lips capturing my earlobe.
I let out a low chuckle, digging my fingers into the flexed muscles of his back. “Trust me, Lucas, you can’t hurt me.”
He pulled away just far enough to give me a skeptical look, but I held his gaze steady. He had no clue what I’d been through, the shit that had shaped me into the cold, merciless killer I was now. Pain barely even registered on my radar these days, and even if it did, this kind of pain would still be welcomed.
“I feel like there’s so much more to that statement,” he murmured with a small frown, “but if you’re sure—”
“I’m sure.” Just to prove my point, I bucked my hips against him and tightened my legs around his waist. “Please, Lucas? Fuck me like you mean it. Break my bed.”
He let out a bark of laughter, but a challenge flashed in his gorgeous green eyes. “Yes, ma’am.”
Oh man, this guy was hitting all my buttons. When his mouth met mine again, I knew he was taking me at my word. His tongue tangled with mine, demanding and forceful. A fraction of a second later, his dick slammed into me just the same way. Forceful as fuck.
I screamed into his kiss but tightened my fingernails against his back before he could panic over hurting me. I wanted everything he had to give, even if it did mean I’d be walking funny tomorrow. Especially if that’s what it meant.
It didn’t take long for him to work into it, and soon my headboard was banging against the wall loud enough to annoy the neighbors—if I had any. There was no way he’d actually break my bed—it was a seriously solid build—but goddamn, he was giving it a good try.
Sweat glistened on his body over me, and I couldn’t stop touching him. It was like an addiction, and with every second that passed, every thrust of his perfect cock inside me, I knew it was going to be a rough withdrawal to quit him.
My orgasm built steadily, not even needing any extra attention on my clit—practically unheard of—and I clung tighter to his body. “Lucas,” I gasped as his teeth found my neck again. “Fuck, I’m gonna come already.”
“Good,” he whispered back, his voice dark desire in my ear.
A hard shudder rippled through me. Somehow, hearing his deep voice was all it took to push me over the edge, and my every muscle stiffened. My climax rolled through my whole body, making my back arch, my muscles clench, and my fingers flex on his tight butt. I moaned, long and low, as the ecstasy shuddered through me, making my head spin and my heart race.