Page 91 of Love Medley
Lucy topples over the precipice at the same time, and her pussy clenches and spasms around my cock. She’s squeezing out everybit of juice I have in me, and I shudder so many times that I don’t even know where I am anymore.
I collapse on top of her, breathing hard. “Lucy…”
I’m done for. “God, woman, you’re going to break me one day.”
I feel the upturn of her lips against my neck. “I’m happy to try.”
At the same time, we realize that we’re in a new predicament neither of us has been in before.
“Erm,” Lucy says sheepishly. “I guess things are a bit more messy than we’re used to.”
I laugh. “Dammit, I didn’t even think.”
“I’ll… hold it in until you can grab some Kleenex or towels from the bathroom?”
I close my eyes, grinning. “Let’s do that.” I pull out of her more quickly than I’d like, and she blushes as she holds her hands over herself.
In record time, I pull on my scrubs, grab some tissues from the communal bathroom, and slip back into the room.
As she cleans herself up, I pinch myself.
Lucy…it all comes back to her.
She pulls on her clothes and straightens out her white coat while pulling up her hair with an elastic ponytail holder. “You seem to get me out of my comfort zone, Mr. Whitlock,” she says primly.
“Oh, you are going to blame me for this?” I say. “Convenient.” But I give her a wink and a quick kiss on the lips. I’m stupidly preening from the knowledge I’m the reason for the flush on her cheeks…and everywhere else.
“You go first, and then I’ll come out in a few minutes,” Lucy says, giving me a slap on the ass.
Giddily, I exit the room.
Is this how my life is going to be from now on? If so, sign me up.
Chapter thirty
Lucy
Ihad sex with Jake Whitlock in a call room. Who is this bold new Lucy? A few weeks ago, I would never have dared to imagine such a scenario.
But now?
I’m having a blast exploring what feels good to me while also feeling safe. Best of both worlds.
Not only that, but I had sex without a condom. Weston always wanted to have sex without one, but for some reason, that was a line I never let him cross.
Maybe theonly one.
I guess deep down I never trusted him completely, and that was my one holdout. My one way to resist.
But Jake? I never hesitated—I only craved being closer.
I trust him implicitly. He’s treated me with more care in the past couple of weeks than Weston did over our entire relationship.
Every day I was with Weston, I was cutting away a little piece of my soul.
With Jake, I’m beginning to stitch myself together.
I feel so secure with him. I’m pretty sure that’s why I’ve had three orgasms within a 24-hour period—another first for me. Guys don’t need much to come, but women? I believe our minds have to be just as in tune with the act as our bodies. Because I’ve been able to let go mentally, so has my body.
