Page 59 of Until the End of Ever
Great, he had to add adorable to his endless list of attractive qualities. Unfair, really.
“I know it’s early for you, Luce, but you did agree to take Elias to his test,” Cassiopea called, low behind the sound barrier.
Lucian grunted, pointedly refusing to open his eyes as he rolled over, taking me with him. I chuckled, landing on top of him.
“I’m not made for mornings,” he grumbled, in the closest imitation of grumpiness that he could manage.
“No.” I feigned surprise. “Never noticed.”
“Cheeky witch.” He cracked one eye open with a smile. “You know, I can think of a thing or two that might make mornings more appealing.”
He shifted slightly, and all of a sudden, I was right against a hot, hard length, nestled against my stomach.
It was embarrassingly sudden and intense: without any notice, I was soaking the panties I’d fallen asleep in.
It was my turn to groan. “Your mother said you’re supposed to take Elias to a test?”
“Mmhmm.” His hand cupped my face, then slowly made its way down to my neck, my arm, the side of my breasts, causing shivers in its wake.
“—she made it sound like we were late?”
“Potentially.” Lucian was fully awake, those silver-gray eyes fixed on me. “But I’ll tell you a secret.”
In one smooth move, he turned, switching our positions until my back was pressed against the mattress while he hovered over me. I half yelped, half laughed.
“The president’s my best friend,” he whispered, slowly running his hand along my torso, then my underwear. “He'll understand when I explain we were otherwise engaged.”
My walls clenched in anticipation as I watched him peel the fabric from me, sliding along my legs. Then his fingers were right back inside me, his thumb pressed where I most needed him. I lifted my hips, biting my lower lip.
Lucian tilted his head. “Are you going to run and hide later today?”
The question made me narrow my eyes. That again. I didn’trun. Not really. He told me what a bond with him meant, making it abundantly clear that it wasn’t something he wanted, and I needed a minute to lick my wounded ego. Then just yesterday—or earlier this morning—he warned me all over again when. He made it sound like I was the one pumping the brakes at each corner when that was his move.
“Areyou?” I countered.
The dicklaughed.
Sick and tired of letting him toy with me, demand my word, my agreement, myorgasms, and just letting him take it all, I sat up, freeing his cock from his white boxer briefs, and brought my mouth to the tip before he could take charge again.
I grinned as he sucked in a breath.
He had me at his mercy last night, and this morning it was my turn. I took my time, running my tongue along his considerable length, flicking it, as my hands moved up and down. I cupped his balls as my mouth took him in as much as I could, then sucked. I would have smiled in satisfaction if my lips weren’t currently otherwise engaged.
“Kleos—” he said, somewhat calmly. “We’re on a schedule this morning, love. And I very much would like to make you come.”
The jerk wanted to be on top again. I didn’t move my eyes from his as I worked the length out of my mouth only long enough to say, “Nope.”
Then I went back to work. It was a matter of pride at this point. He couldn’t drive me as insane, as desperate as he did without me doing the same to him.
When Lucian’s fist tightened around my hair, I let him as I moved faster, sensing just how close he was by the way he couldn’t keep himself from moving his hips in fast shallow thrusts I matched with enthusiasm.
“I’m going to come, you damnable witch.” Lucian’s voice was deeper, darker than usual. “I’m going to come inside your mouth again. Is that what you want?”
I answered by sucking him in my throat. I knew he liked that.
“Fuck! You—you—” He couldn’t find a word strong enough, apparently. At least, not until he was grunting, bucking, and spilling himself down my throat again.
I waited until he was completely spent before easing his length out of my mouth.
