Page 29 of Texting, Trouble & Touchdowns
Lucian: Nah, I know you’re picturing it. I’d start slow. Real slow. Backing you up against the nearest wall, pinning your hands above your head because I know you’d try to fight me for control—at least at first. You like to be in charge, but you’ll let me be in charge. Once you feel just how hard I am pressed against you? You’d melt for me.
Olivia: Lucian . . .
Lucian: Nah, sweetheart, you wouldn’t be saying my name like that. You’d be gasping it. Moaning it, begging me to touch you. And, fuck, I’d take my time. Kiss that pretty mouth of yours until you’re dizzy, drag my tongue down your neck, suck on that spot right below your ear that makes your knees weak.
Olivia: You should try posting this on some website and leave me alone.
Lucian: Don’t interrupt me, or I’ll have to start again. You’re ruining this moment, baby.
Olivia: You’re ruining my night.
Lucian: I’m making it a lot better. More interesting.
Olivia: No, you’re not.
Lucian: Where was I? Have I dropped to my knees? Maybe, but let’s take it from there. After that, I’ll spread those gorgeous thighs and take what’s mine. My tongue on your clit, my fingers stretching you open. Slow at first, just enough to tease, to feel how wet you are for me. Then deeper, harder, curling my fingers just right while I fuck you with my mouth. You know what you’ll be saying?
Olivia: Nothing. I’m bored.
Lucian: I bet you’re wet, just thinking how I’m going to make you come really, really fucking hard. You’ll be seeing God when I’m done with you. I’d keep going until you can’t hold yourself up, until your thighs are shaking, until you’re grabbing my hair and grinding that perfect pussy against my face as you need it. And when you come? When you scream my name, body writhing, legs clenching around me? I won’t stop. I’ll make you take it. Over and over.
Olivia: That’s almost impossible.
Lucian: Not for me. I’ll make you come as many times as you allow me. You’ll take my fingers, my tongue, and when I have you wrecked and desperate? When you’re dripping for me, begging for more? I’ll stand, wrap your legs around my waist, and fill you the way you were meant to be filled. Deep. Hard. With my name falling from those pretty lips like a prayer.
Olivia: You need to take a breather. The fumes from the paint in my house may be having a weird effect on you.
Lucian: Don’t fight this, baby. Just know that when I’m inside you, breathing is gonna be the last thing on your mind.
Olivia: Selective reading again.
Lucian: Oh, I’m reading between the lines. I bet you’ll be soaking wet if I go there right now. Maybe you’re pushing those fingers inside that wet cunt. Yes, I think that’s what you’re doing.
Olivia: You’re so arrogant.
Lucian: No, I’m right. You want to pretend that this . . . this attraction between us doesn’t exist. It’s okay though. I have all the time in the world and I can wait for you to realize we could be great together.
Olivia: So, now we’re dating?
Lucian: No, I don’t date or any of that shit, but I could use a good friend. A friend who I can fuck regularly. A friend who’ll let me tie her up, spread her out, and use her pretty little body exactly the way she needs.
Olivia: Excuse me?
Lucian: Don’t play innocent now. I bet you like being restrained, don’t you? A little rough, a little controlled. You’d love the feeling of silk around your wrists, and your ankles, keeping you right where I want you while I take my time devouring every inch of you.
Olivia: . . .
Lucian: Fuck, I can see it. You’d fight at first, squirm, and try to get the upper hand. But the second I slide my tongue between those thighs? The second I have you dripping for me, begging me to let you move? You’ll give in. Let me take over. Let me wreck you the way you’ve been craving.
Olivia: How did we go from let me help you paint to . . . this?
Lucian: I’m just getting started. I have the feeling that you like it when it’s a little dirty, don’t you? When you feel filthy. Filthy because that makes you a good girl. You’ll want when I slap that perfect ass and drag you to the edge, only to pull back at the last second.
Olivia: . . .
Lucian: I’d edge you until you’re shaking. Until you’re pleading. Until you’re so fucking desperate for me that you’d do anything I say. And then? Then I’d slide my cock into that soaked little cunt, slow and deep, making you feel every inch.
Olivia: You’re an absolute menace.
