Page 21 of Stuck With My Rockstar Boss
I lean down to his ear, my breasts grazing his chest. “You wanna be inside, Lucas?”
“Fuck, yes.”
I position him at my entrance and sink down onto him. I’m already so swollen and raw from my first orgasm that the feeling of his big cock stretching me immediately sends sparks of pleasure through my body.
Lucas curls his head to the side and lets out a heavy sigh. “Fuck, Mika…”
I start to raise and lower my hips on him; with each pulse he slides deeper into me.
“You feel so good,” he mutters, thrusting up into me.
We are quiet for a bit as we find a rhythm that suits us both. But just like our song earlier in the night, it doesn’t take much for us to harmonize. And once we do, I feel like I’m on top of the world. His thrusts propel euphoria through my bloodstream. I get lightheaded. I brace myself on the bed, my hands on either side of Lucas’s head. He grabs me by the neck and kisses me so hard that he gnashes on my lower lip, a pain so pleasurable.
Lucas’s hips start jerking out of sync and his breath starts to falter. He curses and his jaw juts out. “So… tight…”
I reach behind me to the place where we meet and curl my fingers so they hook around his balls; they immediately tighten in response.
“Mika!” Lucas cries out.
“You gonna cum?”
Lucas nods heavily. “Nngh, yeah.”
I raise my hips and slam down onto his entire length, pleasing me as much as him.
Even though he is nearly out of control, Lucas takes one last swath of power and flips me onto the bed again. He holds my hips like he’s driving a car and thrusts until his face breaks. I squeal out his name right as I tip into another orgasm; my walls tighten around him and that’s when he loses it.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he seethes and then pulls out of me. His penis rests on my belly and his cum spills out onto me.
“Holy shit,” I say through shallow, heaving breaths.
Lucas crumples onto the bed next to me, also trying to catch his breath. He runs his hands through his hair and keeps them there, his elbows up by his ears. “Fuck…” He looks over at me. “You didn’t tell me.”
“Didn’t tell you what?” I ask, clutching my chest to see if my heart is slowing down.
“That you’re really… good,” Lucas says.
His intonation reminds me of a fifteen-year-old boy who has just got laid for the first time and I can’t help but laugh.
Lucas bashfully smiles and then starts to laugh too. “Is that rude?”
“I mean, it’s better than being told, ‘I expected you to be better,’” I replied.
Lucas raises up on his elbow and looks at me with a suave little smile, “Like, I thought you’d be good, but you’re really good.”
“So, you’ve thought about sleeping with me?” I say, raising my eyebrow.
“Yeah!” Lucas replies with unfettered enthusiasm. “Absolutely!”
I smile up at him and gently touch his cheek, my palm fitting right around his chin. “That’s cute.”
“Okay, don’t say it like that.”
“It is! It’s cute that you thought about me,” I say and then draw my lips closer to him. “I like that you thought about me.”
Lucas smirks before kissing me. It’s the purest kiss of the night. Closed lipped and chaste. Almost like a prayer. “Could we hold each other?” he asks, his voice barely a whisper. “Just once?”
I am filled with contentment. I’ve had my flings with guys where as soon as they finish, they’re already halfway out the door. Lucas wanting to hold me? It just… means the world. I nod, “Okay. Just once.”
