My lips rounded into a silent Oh. Because... that actually hadn't occurred to me. And now I felt like a bigger asshole for not considering the fact that it was something he liked doing.
"I get it," he said with a laugh, kissing my stunned lips. "You don't want to feel like a sleazy boss. But if it makes you feel better, Zed has that crown permanently affixed to his head. The stories the girls at 7th Circle used to tell..." He shook his head, grinning.
I winced, not wanting to think about how many of the girls, both dancers and sex workers, that Zed had made his way through. It was only going to make me more likely to dump hand sanitizer on his dick before it came anywhere near me.
"Don't worry, babe," Lucas whispered, kissing my neck as he shifted my weight, pressing me back into the tiled wall again. "I don't have eyes for anyone but you. You're my first and my last."
Oh fuck. What's a girl to say to that?
I couldn't have spoken coherently even if I had something perfect to say because his shower-slick cock pushed into my cunt, stretching my walls and making me cry out in pleasure.
My fingernails dug into the flesh of his back as I tightened my legs, pulling him deeper and groaning at the slide of our flesh. "Lucas..."
"Hayden," he replied, my name like a prayer on his husky voice. "You're exquisite." His hips rolled, pulling his length out of me partly before slamming back in. I grunted at the impact, shivering with the electric waves of arousal chasing across my skin.
Clinging to him tighter, I reclaimed his lips with a fierce, demanding kiss. Our breath became one as Lucas pounded me into the wall, his hips pistoning faster with every stroke until my entire being seemed to be filled with liquid fire.
"Oh fuck," I hissed as my pussy walls tightened around his enormous dick. That appendage really was a gift from some generous god. "Lucas, I'm going to come."
"Good," he groaned back, "'cause holding out is killing me."
I gave a short, shaking laugh, but after two more thrusts from him, I shattered. He swallowed my screams with kisses, fucking my mouth as thoroughly as he was fucking my pussy, and joined me in climax just moments later with his cock buried deep inside me.
We were both breathing heavily when he gently lowered my feet back to the floor, but I was pure jelly, incapable of anything but propping myself up on the wall. Lucas knew it, too, grinning with satisfaction as he washed me, cleaning up the slick, hot spill of his cum between my legs, then soaping me all over again.
When we were clean, he carried me out to the bedroom and laid me ever so gently down on the bed. He barely gave me a minute to rest, though, before tugging me up onto my knees and sliding back into my pussy from behind.
As my sensitive, throbbing core lit up once more, I groaned long and hard and grinned into the bedding. Lucas had—no joke—a supernatural-level refractory period. Maybe he was making up for lost time after not losing his virginity until two months ago with me.
This time, since we'd both come so recently, we took our time with long, drawn-out, lazy fucking in a handful of different positions until eventually we both gave in to soul-shaking climaxes.
Neither one of us made any move to get under the blankets or even turn off the lights, and I quietly loved being able to see all of him. So we just lay there with our limbs intertwined, staring into each other's eyes while our breathing slowed and our sweat cooled. If anyone had told me a few months ago that's what I'd be doing with my nineteen-year-old dancer, I'd have laughed in their face.
But there was nothing awkward or uncomfortable about it because he was a part of me now. He owned a piece of my heart, like I owned a piece of his.
Eventually, he shivered and reached for the crumpled blankets to pull over both of us, then propped his head up on his hand to peer at me thoughtfully.
"Did you and Zed have a good day? I noticed he didn't come home with you. Are things..." He trailed off, raising his brows to imply the rest.
I rolled my eyes, shifting my position to rest my cheek on my folded arms. "It was a business day," I muttered, even though my mind automatically went to that moment in my office when Zed had come so close to kissing me... then walked away. "He stayed to oversee the DNA testing, make sure no one tampered with the samples or results."
Lucas nodded his understanding. "I see. So you didn't..."
I gave him a slow smile. "Are you asking if I fucked Zed in my office, Lucas?"
He didn't even look slightly embarrassed, just gave a one-shouldered shrug.
I rolled my eyes. "No. We're not... We didn't. I'm just not there yet. We've got shit to work through, and then there's Chase..." My excuses sounded lame even to me. Lucas just arched a brow, so I flipped the tables on him. "Why? Would you have been upset if we had screwed?" Because I could have sworn there’d been a touch of relief in his eyes when I said no.
Lucas grinned. "Upset? No. No way. Not with how I know you feel for him. But jealous? Oh my god, yes. Every time you go to Cass, it takes everything I've got not to march in there and steal you back. Drives me fucking insane."
His cheeks pinked as he admitted this, and I raised my head to peer at him in surprise. Of all of them, Lucas had taken the whole sharing idea the most comfortably, maybe because he considered himself the newcomer, despite being the first one between my thighs.
"So why don't you?" I murmured, already feeling the warmth of arousal as my imagination wandered.
His brow raised. "Why don't I... what? Bust into your room while you're with Cass? Well shit, for one thing, that would be rude as hell and totally contradictory to everything I said I was okay with in this relationship." He swiped a hand over his face, giving me a rueful smile. "For another, I don't fancy Cass bashing my head into a wall for cockblocking him. Grumpy Cat is in a foul mood on the best of days; I badly don't want to see him if he got interrupted mid-fuck."
I couldn't help laughing at that imagery. But I knew something Lucas didn't: Cass had been perfectly content to let Zed join us that night by the fire.
"What if he didn't get angry?" I suggested in a low, seductive whisper. "What if he let you join us?"
Lucas's brows rose even higher, and his cheeks flushed with deeper color. "Like... like a threesome?" His voice was tight with surprise, his eyes locked on mine like he was trying to gauge what the "right" response to that would be. I knew full well that I was his first, but goddamn, I was curious if that would ever be a possibility.
I nodded, biting the edge of my lip.
He cleared his throat, looking to the ceiling for a moment before returning his gaze to mine. "Have you... um... have you ever had a threesome before?"
My body stiffened, my spine crackling with ice. I should have thought this through before suggesting it. Still, I owed Lucas my honesty, and he'd more than proven he could handle anything I said.
Swallowing heavily, I nodded. "Not..." My voice was rough, and I tried again. "Not willingly." Because I didn't consider that little show for Zed a three-way. Nor did I count the other day when he played with my clit while Cass fucked me. No... the real threesomes—and more—that I'd been involved in were deeply entangled in Chase's abuse.