My heart pounded so hard in my chest it hurt, and I saw nothing but sincerity in his face. I groaned.
"Fuck it," I muttered, then tightened my legs around his waist and crushed my lips back to his once more.
Then the doorbell rang.
"Ignore it," Lucas suggested, still walking with me wrapped around his waist until he reached the edge of my enormous bed. He lowered me down with staggeringly impressive control and strength, his mouth against my throat the whole time, sucking and biting my skin and probably leaving his mark.
The doorbell rang again, then another time in quick succession, and I groaned.
"Fucking hell," I muttered, "I have to get that. It's my Chinese delivery. I’d forgotten Seph was going out for dinner tonight and ordered for her."
Lucas pulled back far enough to give me a puzzled look, his lips puffy from kissing me already. "Are you hungry?"
I grinned. "Not really, but he won't go away without being paid. Trust me, he's a stubborn old goat."
Lucas stared at me a moment, like he was trying to work out if I was serious or not, then gave a quick nod. "I'll get it," he told me, rising up from the bed, "you stay right there."
A laugh slipped past my lips as he raced out of my bedroom, but I was stunned enough not to argue until it was too late. He was already opening my front door, paying Linoel, the delivery man, and running—actually running—back through to my bedroom.
It was stupid. He should have had better sense than to answer my door. I bet he hadn't even checked the video feed before opening it... Someone could have easily shot him, just like that. Then again, Lucas easily had the worst sense of danger in anyone I'd ever met, so it shouldn't have been surprising.
"You shouldn't have done that," I told him as he kicked my bedroom door shut behind him. He wasn't carrying the food, so he must have dropped it on the kitchen counter on his way past.
He gave a small shrug. "No big deal. I made almost four grand in tips this week."
I groaned and flopped back onto my mattress, my hands covering my face. "That's not what I meant," I replied, my voice muffled by my hands.
The mattress dipped as he knelt on it, then his warm hands slipped under my tank top, raising it up so he could kiss my stomach.
"I know," he murmured, sounding serious, "but if your Chinese delivery guy wanted to commit murder, I'd rather he shoot me than you."
Oh dear god. Who even was Lucas Wildeboer?
I moved my hands away from my face so I could look down at him, and he just smirked as he kissed my stomach and teased the waistband of my yoga pants.
"Fucking hell," I whispered, "you're still in your school uniform, Lucas."
His brows hitched. "That's easily fixed."
Oh yeah, Lucas was a stripper in his spare time. It really shouldn't have surprised me how effortlessly he shed his clothes all the way down to a pair of tight black boxer briefs that deliciously outlined his huge erection.
"Better?" he asked with a wicked grin.
"Much," I murmured, trying really fucking hard not to drool. It was easy to see how I'd accepted him as twenty-one when he was near naked. Lucas had the body of a man, not a boy.
He took that as the permission it was intended as, returning his mouth to mine as he helped relieve me of my own clothes. After my panties hit the floor, Lucas gripped me by the waist and slid me further up the bed, then grinned as he lay between my spread legs with one of my thighs resting on his broad shoulder.
"This is such a bad idea," I whispered as his long fingers stroked the length of my throbbing pussy.
Lucas's response was to slide two fingers inside me, then stroke along my inner walls as he dragged them back like he was summoning a fucking genie or something.
"Holy Christ," I groaned as he stroked a spot that made my body quake.
He grinned wider at my response, then tentatively lowered his face to my cunt. It took him all of about three seconds to find my clit, then my whole world exploded into stars and rainbows and shit.
Between his fingers and his mouth, he delivered, hands down, the best oral sex I'd ever experienced. I came twice before literally begging him to fuck me properly.
He shifted our positions, rising up to his knees and lifting my ass up off the bed to meet his hard cock, which already glistened with precum as he lined us up. As soaking as I already was, it only took one firm thrust for him to fill me completely, and he let out a low moan. His teeth gripped his lower lip, and his eyes squeezed tight shut for a breath, then a delirious smile creased his face as his long lashes flicked open once more.
"You feel incredible," he whispered in a husky voice before swiping his tongue over his lower lip and moaning. "And taste incredible. I'm so fucking addicted to you, Hayden."
I had nothing to say back to that because, quite truthfully... the feeling was mutual. So instead of replying out loud, I hooked my arms up around his neck and pulled myself up to sitting, straddling him with his dick impaling me in the best possible way.
Our lips met smoothly, like he was already living inside my brain, and he let me push him back onto the mattress. I wanted to return the favor and blow his fucking mind with my mouth, but first... first I needed to get off on his dick. Just once.
Okay, fine. Maybe twice.
His hand found my breast as I rode him, cupping and squeezing it, then he did one of those panty-melting ab curls to suck my nipple into his mouth.
His teeth scraped over my sensitive flesh, and his other hand gripped my hip hard, urging me to go faster, to fuck him harder. It was maddening in the best possible way, and before long I was screaming as I came again. This time, though, I got the satisfaction of seeing his jaw clench and his eyes close while my cunt pulsed and tightened around his dick.
"Hayden, oh my fuck," Lucas groaned, his breath coming in short gasps. "You're gonna make me come any second..."
"Good." Laughing, I climbed off him and ran my hands down his unbelievable body until I gripped his slick cock. "Come in my mouth."
At his sharp inhale, I closed my lips around his tip, tasting my own pleasure as I sucked him. His fingers threaded into my hair, encouraging me to take him deeper, and I obliged. To a point. The rest of him could remain in my hand because even with no gag reflex, I wasn't a damn snake.
Small moans and whispered curses fell from his lips as I sucked him off, and it was only a matter of moments before his body jerked and tensed, then his hot seed spurted down my throat.
I waited until his grip on my hair relaxed, then wiped my mouth on the back of my hand before collapsing on the mattress beside him, breathing heavily.
We lay there in near silence for a bit, then he rolled onto his side to face me and cupped my face with one calloused hand. He didn't speak, though, just stared at me while his thumb stroked a gentle path over my cheek, then traced the outline of my lips.
It was such a featherlight caress; I let my eyes close and breathed out all my stress on a long exhale. He’d been more right than he even knew when he’d said I needed someone like him. Someone separate from everything else.
A lighthouse in the wild storm that was my life.
22
"Dare! You here? I'm home!" Seph's voice jerked me awake, and I sat up with a panicked gasp. I hadn't meant to fall asleep and certainly not all curled up naked in Lucas's embrace.