“Don’t fucking stop,” I whisper, my voice raw just as she draws my dick into her mouth as far she can. I swear I bump the back of her throat and she makes this slight gagging sound. Last thing I want to do, though holy shit, all that wet, hot warmth wrapped tight around my dick feels fucking unreal. “Relax your throat muscles, babe. Yeah, that’s it. Just like that…”
Lucy does as I ask, looking so beautiful wearing only that bra and nothing else, her hair cascading past her shoulders in decadent waves. Her skin has that rosy flush it gets when she’s aroused and her nipples poke against the lace of her bra. Her breasts are pressed snug together because of the bra, offering up some amazing cleavage. Cleavage I want to touch and kiss…
“I want to come on your tits,” I declare, sounding like a rude asshole but I can’t help myself. Being around Lucy, I want to both treat her like a proper woman yet enlist her help in fulfilling all of my filthy fantasies. And she’s always a willing partner, which truly, scares the hell out of me.
Knowing that she’s willing to give me whatever I want, will do whatever I ask, is heady fucking stuff. That we’re so damn compatible and the chemistry between us has always been off the charts only makes everything that much better.
It’s all good between me and Luce. All fucking good. I can’t help but wonder if it’s almost too fucking good…
She pulls my cock out of her mouth and it’s shiny from her saliva.
Fuuuck.
I close my eyes tightly, count to fucking twenty and then pop them open again. “Pull me out of your mouth, Luce.”
She does as I request, her fingers around the base of my cock, licking at the tip once. Twice.
“That’s it, put on your show,” I encourage, the familiar tingling at my spine already starting as I watch her lick and suck on my cock like it’s her favorite ice cream and it’s the hottest day of the summer. Her tongue maps the veins that line my shaft, her fingers tight around the base as she starts to slide them up and down and I lean my head back and close my eyes, fighting off the beginnings of my orgasm.
But it’s no use. It’s barreling down on me like it has nowhere else to go. I groan her name, my eyes nearly rolling back in my head when she starts jacking me harder. Faster. She leans in close, licking the tiny hole in the tip, sticking her tongue there, playing with it and then damn.
I’m coming.
She leans away as my semen shoots out, landing on her chest, dripping down her skin and the lacy bra. I moan again and again as each shudder hits me, my stomach feels like it’s cramping when the very last drop has been rung from me, my entire body feeling like it could turn to liquid at any given moment.
My girl knows how to give a most excellent blowjob, I must admit.
Looking down at her chest, she runs her index finger through the come streaking her chest and brings her finger to her mouth, sucking it dry. Just like that my cock twitches, like it has a life of its own and I fucking can’t believe it.
I’ll fuck her right now if she’ll let me. I’d fuck her for the rest of her life if she said yes.
Insane, outrageous thought, but true nonetheless. She has me. In the palm of her hands, she has me, holding me tight, nearly choking me with it but I want the pain. If it means I get to keep Lucy all to myself and make her mine, then hell yes, I will revel in that little bit of pain knowing that she’s mine forever and always.
I scrub a hand over my face before I reach out to take her hand so the both of us can stand. Swear to God, the more time I spend with her, I want to give her the moon and stars and everything in between.
“So. Did that meet your needs?” she asks sweetly, her voice seeming to fill my veins so that I’m freaking living and breathing her in my very body.
“Fucking amazing,” is all I can seem to say before I haul her in close and kiss her on the lips. Hard. I’m claiming her mouth, and if she’ll have me I’m claiming her soul too. This girl...she’s mine. She is it for me.
And she doesn’t even fucking know it yet.
I pin her beneath me in the middle of the bed, my hips holding her in place as I reach for her hands. Hauling them above her head, I link our fingers together, savoring the sensation of her hands clutched so tight in mine. She arches her back, looking so fucking beautiful like this that I have to lift away from her just so I can drink her in. All that bare, naked skin on display just for me, with the exception of her…
“Damn bra,” I mutter, shaking my head. “I forgot to take it off.”
She laughs softly. “I can do that for you.”
“No. Keep it on. Might make things more interesting.” I helped her wipe my come off her skin only moments before. I can’t ask her to do anything more for me. And I definitely don’t want to feel like I’m taking advantage of her.
“All right.” She spreads her legs and I nestle in close, my hands still holding hers. I need to grab a condom. I’m clean but she deserves this, knowing that I’m being safe. I’d fuck her bare if I could—and I know that would feel beyond amazing, Jesus—but I don’t know if she’d be receptive to that.
“You’re so pretty like this, Luce.” I lean in and kiss her, my lips lingering, my tongue sweeping in for a taste. “I missed you.”
Her gaze darkens and she looks away from me for the slightest bit. “I—I’ve missed you too.”
Triumph slips through me but I try to tamp it down. “We’ve wasted time, then.”
She smiles once more, her gaze returning to mine. “I think we have.”
“Then we better work on this. Get in as much sex as possible and make up for lost time.”
I readjust my hips, lifting up so I can grip the base of my cock and feed it slowly inside her body. She accepts me willingly, her legs spreading wider, her lower body arching to take me. Finally I’m nestled fully within her, the two of us locked together in the standard missionary position, though there’s nothing boring or standard about this moment. I’m practically vibrating with excitement from being inside her once more.
Her eyes lock with mine. “Let my hands go,” she murmurs.
“Maybe I like you like this.” I do. It’s hot, holding her like this, asserting power over her. Not that I would ever abuse that power but I like knowing that I’m in control—and she let’s me be in control. That she has such trust in me is a freaking honor, swear to God.
“I’m sure you do.” She jerks against my hold, frustration written all over her expressive face. “But then I can’t touch you.”
I immediately release her, my fingers springing away from her wrists and she smiles in triumph, resting her hands on my shoulders briefly before she reaches around and starts to stroke me up and down my back. Again and again, her touch softer, soothing me with every single pass of her fingers.
A fucking downfall of mine, I can admit, is when she touches me like that. Like she wants to ease all of my pain, wish my problems away and make them better. Make my days brighter. But that’s Lucy. It doesn’t matter who I am or what I’m doing when she’s with me. She doesn’t see all the trappings and the bullshit. Maybe that’s because she comes from money herself so it’s no big deal. But I swear to fucking God it’s like she sees into the real me and wants to stick around anyway.
That there, my friend, is some deep, heavy shit.
“You feel so good,” she murmurs in that sexy, throaty voice she only uses when I’m buried deep inside her. Never any other time, just when it’s us. Alone. Cock in pussy, skin against skin, our heartbeats in synch. I shift my hips, deepening my penetration and she closes her eyes on the sweetest moan I’ve ever heard.
“Baby, I could do this all night,” I tell her and she nods furiously, her hair spread all over my pillow like a dark, billowy cloud around her pretty, pretty face.
I lean in and kiss those irresistible lips, spear between them with my tongue. She opens to me easily, her tongue meeting mine and slowly I begin to pump. In and out, the velvety clasp of her inner walls so good. Too good. I’m sweating. My brain is blank,
thinking of nothing else but my ambitious intent to make her come.
Hard.
“Ah, Luce,” I choke out when she wraps those sexy legs around my waist, sending me deeper inside her body. She clutches at me, her arms moving to tighten around my neck. She holds on for dear life, clinging to me as I increase my movements, fucking her. In. Out. Submerging myself in the heat of her welcoming body. Again and again and again.
“Gabe.” Her voice is the barest whisper and I lean in, kiss her cheek, her chin, her neck, her mouth. She arches her head back and I reach between us, caressing her breasts, tracing my finger along the edge of her bra, over her cleavage before I duck my head and kiss her there, tracing the tight valley between her breasts with my tongue. She tastes amazing.
She is amazing.
I’ve never wanted a woman more, never felt the need to be with a woman again like I do with Lucy. Being with her like this…means something. What, I’m not exactly sure.
My emotions are scattered everywhere. I can’t think. I can’t focus on anything but her. And me. The two of us together. Finally. What I’ve wished for since I saw her in class. Hell, since I left her in Santa Barbara. All of that earlier regret over leaving her vanishes in an instant now that I have her beneath me, my cock inside her, our bodies connected.
“Babe.” Pausing, I slide my hand down her stomach, over her pubic hair, to her clit, brushing my thumb against it and making her gasp. “I want to make you come.”
“K-keep doing that,” she breathes, sounding as overwhelmed as I feel. I brush against her clit once more, harder this time. “Yes. God, just like that.”
I start to move within her again, my control slipping but I don’t care. I move faster, going deeper, as deep as I can get and I feel the way she shudders around my cock. Her pussy is so wet, her clit swollen, her thighs squeezing tight around my hips. We’re moving so fast my breaths start to come faster, my chest aching, my balls drawing up close against my body. I can’t believe I’m going to come again, and so soon. I hope she’s close. God, I hope she’s going to come before me because I can’t hold back much longer…
“Oh.” The soft, wondrous sound falls from her lips just before I feel her pussy clutch my cock tightly, again and again. She moans, her face in my shoulder as she comes and my finger slips over her clit. I reach for her hips, hold her steady as I start to pump hard because I want to feel this. Feel myself come while she’s coming too. I want her to send me over that edge so I can join her.
Amazingly enough, my release hits me hard, making me groan. I shoot inside her, the sensation of her hot walls clamping around my shaft my complete undoing. We shudder and shake together for long, drawn out minutes, until finally I collapse on top of her, my hands braced on either side of her head so I don’t let my total weight smother her.
“Gabe.” She strokes my back again, another little shudder moving through me at her gentle touch. “I don’t think…we didn’t use a condom.”
I lift up to stare at her, frowning hard as I try to concentrate. We didn’t? I swore we did. I thought I grabbed one, set it on the table and…
My gaze locks on the rubber still in its wrapper sitting on the bedside table just like I remembered. I may have thought of the condom, but did I use the damn thing?
Fuck. No.
“Hey.” I touch his cheek, force him to look down at me. He’s still inside my body, I can feel him softening at a rapid pace and I wonder if that has anything to do with the fact that he just realized we didn’t use protection. “It’s okay. I’m clean.”
Gabe blows out a harsh breath and hangs his head, his hair falling forward. I reach up to push it back from his face, enjoying the way the soft strands seem to cling to my fingers. “I-I fucking forgot Luce. And I never forget.”
“It’s fine. Really. As you uh, know, I’ve never been with anyone else.” For once, this is a good thing, right? At least I’m not disease ridden.
He closes his eyes and shakes his head. “I’ve never not used a condom.”
“Then we’re good,” I say, trying to keep it light. He felt so amazing inside of me with no barriers between us. I could get used to that real quick.
He opens his eyes, his bright blue gaze meeting mine. “But you could get pregnant.”
Oh. Shit. I didn’t even think of that, and getting pregnant should’ve been my first worry. It’s always been my worst fear, my mother’s worst fear and now it’s possibly come to life. Yet it completely slipped my mind that could even be an option.
I’ve lost it, clearly.
“I had my period recently,” I reassure him. Was it a week ago? Two weeks ago? If it was two weeks, that’s dangerous. One week, we should be good.
I think.
God, I don’t know. I’m not ignorant to this sort of stuff but I’ve never really paid much attention to my cycle beyond being irritated when I get it at inopportune times. Or pretty much any time. I’m fairly regular. My periods are normal. I don’t get bad cramps like I did when I was younger. And before, those few times Gabe and I did have sex, we always used a condom. I felt safe. I still feel safe.
And that’s probably me being stupid and naïve but I can’t help it. I think we’re good. If I believe it enough, that’ll make it true, right?
Oh my God. What am I, ten years old?
“We’ll be fine. I’m fairly certain I’m not ovulating,” I reassure him when he still hasn’t said anything. Why should I be the one making sure he’s okay? If I’m knocked up, he’s not going to be fat and pregnant and miserable, I am. Because if I am pregnant I refuse to get an abortion. It goes against my beliefs. I don’t judge, I believe a woman has a choice and I would choose to have that baby.
No questions asked.
His shoulders sag in visible relief. “Okay. That’s good, right?”
“Yes. It’s definitely good.” I nod, hoping like hell that means we’re in the clear. We have to be in the clear. I’m not ready for a baby and I know Gabe sure as hell isn’t. I don’t even think he’s ready for a commitment, let alone a freaking baby. “We’re good.” I brush my fingers through his hair again and lift my head, hoping he gets my hint.
He does, kissing me lightly, his damp lips so warm and soft, I go liquid inside. I sigh when he breaks away and he pulls out of my body, rolling to his side so he can scoop me up and hold me against him. Warm liquid spills out of me and I stiffen, the realization of what just happened hitting me full force.
Gabe came inside my body. And stupid me didn’t even realize that he forgot to slip on a condom. How could I be so irresponsible? I’d been caught up in the moment I guess, which is the oldest excuse in the book. If Mama knew, she’d smack me upside the head and call me stupid.
And she’s never in her life called me stupid. Ever. It was a bad word in my house, always has been. I used to get in trouble for saying it. Mama broke that habit of mine for me pretty quickly.
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs against my forehead, his lips brushing my skin. His arm is around my waist, his big hand splayed across my back. The way he holds me is comforting but my thoughts are in complete turmoil. “I fucked up and I feel bad.”
“We’ll be fine,” I tell him, wondering who I’m trying to reassure more, him or me. “I should’ve remembered too. We’re both responsible so don’t think you’re the only one to blame.”
He’s quiet for a moment, so quiet and still, I wonder if he’s fallen asleep when I hear him speak again. “I was too caught up.”
“Too caught up in what?” I trace my fingers over his chest, touching the light patch of hair that grows between his pecs. He’s got the most fascinating masculine body I’ve ever seen. Despite my worry, despite my frustration with what just happened, I’m still so drawn to him, attracted by him, that I can’t stop touching his body. I want to touch it more. I’d let him do whatever he wanted to me despite our sexual epic fail.
As I’ve thought before, I have a serious problem. And his name is Gabe.
“I get too caught
up in you. Every single time we’re together.” He shifts away from me so he can stare down into my eyes. “It’s like you’re the only thing I focus on when I’m with you, Luce. Hell, even when I’m not with you, you consume my thoughts. It’s…wild.”
His words warm me from the inside out but I frown, wanting to make sure what he’s saying is a good thing. “Wild in a good way or wild in a bad way?”
He chuckles. “In a good way. Well, also in a bad way because I didn’t wear a damn condom.” The laughter stops and I hate that he’s beating himself up over this.
“This is no big deal,” I tell him, placing my hand on his cheek so he looks at me. I’m lying. This is a huge deal but what can I say? What can I do? Absolutely nothing. What’s done is done. We just have to move on and learn from our mistakes.
Hopefully our mistakes won’t come back and bite us both in the butt.
“What the hell calls for this meeting so early?” Tristan asks as he tries to hide a yawn and fails.
I sit across from him and Shep at my kitchen table, the both of them looking a little worse for wear. It’s barely eight o’clock on a Thursday morning and I texted them both last night right after I closed down shop, letting them know we had to meet at my place and I was providing doughnuts from our favorite bakery as incentive. They think this is purely a work thing. Business is slow. I think the novelty of a gambling house just off campus has lost some of its luster. The new students coming in don’t seem that interested. Our regulars are clutching their wallets close like a bunch of old ladies scared of being robbed blind and when we’ve usually opened up on Sunday night by now, instead we’re considering keeping Wednesday night closed too.
It’s not looking good. What’s funny? I’m okay with it.
So yeah. We need to discuss business, but first I have something else to tell them. And the promise of doughnuts brought them in, which didn’t surprise me. I know how to lure them and it’s through their stomachs. I’m the same damn way. Well, and alcohol used to do that for me too. Oh, and the promise of very fine women being readily available.