Page 91 of Would You Rather
“We’re going to have to start preparing for a landing,” he replies. “Hot air balloons are safest when it’s dry, but don’t worry. I’m experienced in handling situations like these.”
When Lucas turns to face me, I can only imagine what he sees. My hair curls up, drenched from the rain. He glances down at me, his brows knotted. “I’m so sorry,princesa,” he says, as rain starts falling harder now. “If it’s any consolation, you still look fucking perfect,” he whispers with a smile on his lips. “You always do.”
No one looks good in the rain, but the way he’s looking at me has me believing the opposite. It isn’t long until we’re on the ground, and once we land, he picks me up in his arms, hops out of the basket, and runs toward the car.
He drops me to my feet and opens the door. “Holy fuck,” I breathe out when we get inside. “I have never been wetter.”
Lucas chuckles, his eyebrows lifting. “Are you sure about that?” he asks with a grin.
I let out a sigh. “We left the roses in the basket,” I say with a frown.
“I’ll buy you more. A hundred, a thousand even,” he says, tugging on my arm. “Come here, baby. I’ll make it up to you.”
I climb on his lap, straddling his lap while he strips off my shirt. “What are you doing?” I ask, gasping when he grabs my breast with his hand and wraps his lips around my hard nipples, his warm mouth heating my body.
A little moan escapes him, and he glances up at me. “I’m not driving in the rain,” he says, and my lips part when I realize he remembers what I told him about my sister. “So the least I can do is make up for this date.”
My eyes start to tear up, and I shake my head, not knowing what to say, but the words are replaced with a gasp when he takes me in his mouth again. “There’s nothing to make up for,” I breathe out, my head feeling light-headed. Fuck, he’s so good at that. “That was the best date I have ever been on. Hands down.” The only date, technically, but I don’t mention that to him.
He pulls back and wraps his hand around my neck, pulling me down until our lips meet in a soft kiss. “I’m glad to hear that,” he says with a smile. “Now let me make it better by taking care of this pussy like I’m dying to, okay?”
I nod, happily taking that offer.
He gives me a grin as he reaches back and grips the back collar of his shorts, sliding it over his head in one fluid motion before throwing it into the back seat. The hard, sculpted contours of his chest and abs glisten from the rain as I run my hands over him. My mouth waters. Would it be ridiculous to run my tongue over it?
“I’m so happy I met you,” Lucas says, unbuckling his jeans. I sit back on his thighs, pulling it off him until he’s bare beneath me.
“Even though you couldn’t stand me?” I ask, peeling down my black mini-skirt.
He groans when his fingers brush against my clit over my panties. “That just makes a good story to tell our kids.”
His words make me freeze as I glance at him. “We’re having kids?”
He smirks. “If you want them,” he says. “Whatever it is you want, I want it too. I’m afraid I’m never letting you go now.” He tugs my panties off and drags me back into his lap. “Aren’t you glad we’re in the middle of nowhere?” he asks before kissing me.
I moan into his mouth. So fucking glad.
I reach down to grab his cock in my hand and start stroking it. He lets out a groan, tipping his head back. “Question number eighteen. Did you think of me?” I ask him. “Before we got together.” I wipe a thumb over his tip, making my question clear.
“Every day,” he breathes out.
“Really?”
He nods, groaning when I lick my palm before stroking him again. “It was agony being around you when you didn’t even like me when I thought I didn’t like you,” he admits, his jaw clenching. “You didn’t even want me to touch you, and I love touching you,” he says, brushing his thumb over my cheek. “I love feeling your skin on mine, love feeling you shiver whenever I do this.” His fingers trail up my arm painfully slow making goosebumps pop on the surface. “Mmm.” He smiles. “Just like that.”
His hand travels down my stomach, going lower and lower until the tip of his finger brushes against my clit. I move my hips closer to him, and he lets out a deep groan. “Fuck, you’re drenched.” His finger keeps rubbing slow circles, making my head lull back. “Jesus,” he groans. “Look at you, Madeline. You’re so fucking perfect.”
I bite my lip to control my noise, grinding against his hand.
“Don’t,” he says, making my eyes snap to him. “I want your noise. I like when you talk, love when you moan. Let me hearyou, Mads.” His fingers speed up, pressing a little harder, bringing out a cross between a gasp and a whimper from me. “Every dirty noise, every gasp. I want to hear how good I make you feel.”
“So good,” I cry out, grinding against his hand.
He pulls his hand away, making my eyes round at the loss. But then he leans back and grips his cock in his hand. “Show me,princesa. Ride my cock like the good girl you are.”
I let out a whimper, shuffling closer to him and lifting onto my knees, positioning myself just above him.
His lips find their way to my neck, kissing and nibbling. “Put me inside you,” he whispers, replacing his hand with mine on his cock. “I’m dying to feel you, baby.”
