Page 40 of Sensual Games

And when his hand found mine and closed around it, I would’ve sworn I was about to take flight. What was happening? Was this real? I almost didn’t want to believe it because that would mean trusting life to not let me down yet again. A girl could only be burned so many times before she kept her hand away from the fire.

“This has been a wonderful night. Thank you so much.” Instead of ducking into the limo right away, I paused, facing him. His eyes sparkled in the lights from passing traffic, pulling me in until I could drown if I were not careful. “It’s been so special.”

“It’s no less than what you deserve.” With that, he opened the back door to the limo and helped me inside, then followed. “Home,” he announced to the driver.

He hadn’t asked if I would come home with him, not that I was protesting. Tonight, it felt like the natural next step.

It had to be the wine working its magic because by the time he took a seat next to me, my pussy was throbbing, and the slightest touch might have made me come.

It didn’t help that Lucian draped an arm over my shoulders, drawing me closer until his leathery cologne was a blanket wrapping itself around me. “Have I told you lately how beautiful you are, Poison?”

“Now that you mention it, yes… not that I’m ever going to get tired of hearing it.” I turned my face toward his and inhaled the coffee lingering on his breath before he kissed me. Slowly, deeply. Thoroughly. Until I moaned softly into his mouth and twisted so my left leg could drape over his lap.

He didn’t disappoint, caressing my thigh while his tongue slid against mine. My blood was on fire, setting my body ablaze. Thank God for the privacy divider between us and the driver. Lucian had already pushed me beyond my comfort zone—fooling around in the office, flirting where anybody might hear, fucking like animals the weekend of the retreat. But performing for a complete stranger who happened to be driving at the time? A girl had to set boundaries.

Those melted away once my knee brushed Lucian’s erection and deepened the craving that already had me in its clutches. A wicked idea came to me. The sort of thing I would never have considered doing outside a fantasy. Somehow, Lucian made it seem normal to challenge myself this way. To slide off the seat and kneel on the floor between his legs.

“What are you up to, beautiful?” he asked, chuckling. He could pretend all he wanted to be confused, but the man didn’t hesitate to slouch a little in the seat so I could access his belt and unbutton his slacks.

“Don’t tell me this is the first time a woman has gone down on you,” I whispered, making him laugh until the sound died when I dipped inside his boxer briefs and pulled out his thick, warm dick. It was so hard, precum was beading at the tip. He held his breath, watching me rub my thumb over that bead of moisture.

“Head in the back of a limo.” He let out a low moan when I reached out with my tongue and ran it around the ridge of his head. “Fuck, that’s nice. Do that again.”

I would’ve done anything so long as it meant hearing that helplessness in his voice. That low animal growl that told me I was taking him to the limit. It made me much more eager to please him, to make him remember how good I was at this if we ended. No,whenwe ended because we would have to.

What difference did it make how good it felt to be with him? Every minute we spent together was a mistake. We just hadn’t paid for it yet. Hopefully, we wouldn’t.

I didn’t want to think about that anymore. Not when Lucian placed a hand against the back of my head, his fingers massaging my scalp while his hips began to move. “Fuck, yes,” he grunted out, fucking my mouth in quick, shallow strokes. “Just like that, Poison.”

I increased the pressure and used my tongue against the underside of his shaft. My hands slid over his abs and his chest before coming to rest on his muscular thighs.

“You like this?” he whispered. “You like being bad?” He was getting closer, his breathing quicker, his voice raspy. I moaned in response, and he sucked in a gasp. “Oh, fuck. You’re gonna make me come. Faster, faster…”

I gave him what he wanted, my head bobbing, slurping sounds mixing with his heavy breathing until he thrust upward one more time, grunting loudly a second before a rush of salty warmth filled my mouth. I swallowed it back, then again, taking every drop just to prove I could. For some reason, it seemed important. I wanted him to remember this.

He was laughing softly, maybe a little bewildered, when I rose from my knees and sank into the seat, feeling triumphant and maybe a little smug. “That was unexpected,” he admitted with a breathless laugh as he tucked himself into his pants again. “Appreciated, but unexpected. Just know I plan on returning the favor as soon as you get up to my place.”

Leaning closer, I whispered in his ear, “Oh, I was counting on it.”

17

LUCIAN

“Oh fuck. God, yes… give it to me…” Ivy’s nails sank into my back, her other hand running through my wet hair. “You feel so fucking good inside me…”

I knew what she meant. It felt heavenly inside her. Better than I could ever remember feeling. I had been with so many nameless, faceless women who may as well have been from the same cookie cutter. All the same—hot and willing, but nothing special.

Not her. Not this. Moving inside her with the shower beating down on us, we were lost in each other for these last few moments before we had to break the spell that somehow wound itself around us last night at dinner.

Waking up with her this morning felt so right, and I wished we could call out and spend the day together. I didn’t want it to end.

But it would, and it was about to once my balls lifted and a familiar tingle stirred at the base of my spine. “Come inside me,” she moaned, moving with me. “I’m on the pill. I need to feel all of you deep inside me.”

Fuck, yes. I was already close to coming when her invitation pushed me closer than ever. But I needed more. I needed to sink myself so deep she’d feel me tomorrow.

I pinned her to the tile with my body, thrusting faster, harder, determined to bury myself to the hilt and grinding that little bit more. The head of my cock nudged at her cervix, and she gasped, letting out a pleasure-filled whimper. Feeling every inch of her without any barriers was more than I could have ever fantasized about and had me rushing to the end, giving myself over to the mind-blowing sensation. She clamped down around me and shouted her release, the sound echoing off the walls and the glass door.

It was a rush, letting myself go, burying myself deep so she could milk me, and feeling every ripple with no barrier between us. I buried my face in her neck, breathing hard, coming back to my senses while she trembled and whimpered.

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