Page 83 of Until the End of Ever
“Remind me to bring the handcuffs up from downstairs,” he groaned, before lowering his mouth to my collarbone. “I wouldn’t mind if you wore that little green ensemble again either.”
It was hard to focus with his lips dropping featherlight kisses along my skin, those silver-gray eyes full of hunger.
“The lace I put on at Samhain?” I checked.
I wasn’t one for sexy lingerie every day, but as the dresses my mother picked for me were so damn childish, I tried to offset that by choosing my naughtiest pieces underneath.
“Mm-hmm. You can wear the dress again, too. I want to tear it off you.”
I giggled, ending in a wail when his mouth closed over the lobe of my nipple. “That’s an expensive dress. You can’t tear it.”
“I’ll buy you ten, just for the pleasure of ripping them to pieces.”
How was that hot? I decided not to question it. Especially since I was starting to get very sleepy.
“I think your stupid sleeping potion works,” I half yawned, hating that the wave of exhaustion hit just as Lucian got to my navel.
Damn him and his disgusting, overly efficient brews.
“I’m going to be out within five minutes,” I warned him.
“I’m not,” he mumbled. “If it kills me, I’m going to make you come. Whether I’m awake or not. Whether you’re awake or not.”
I managed a small laugh. “That doesn’t make any sense,” I drawled.
“I’ll make it make sense.”
I had no clue whether he kept his word or not, given that I was down for the count in seconds. When I stirred, however many hours later, I was the little spoon, and his cock was lodged inside me, nice and warm.
I couldn’t help rocking against it a little. Lucian might have been asleep at first, but within heartbeats, he very much wasn’t, judging by how much bigger he felt and by the purposeful tilt of his hips against my ass.
“Mmm.”
“I think we might just have figured out a cure for my insomnia,” he whispered, shifting and taking me with him, until I was chest down against the mattress.
Lucian had always been the more active between the two of us, no matter how much I attempted to take charge. Yes, he let me suck him, until he was fucking my face. Yes, I could climb on top of him, but eventually, he’d just drill into me from beneath me. I wasn’t complaining, when he was so very good at taking both of us over the edge, knowing exactly what I needed. But there was something completely different about letting him pin me down, his hands covering mine, our fingers intertwined, as he sank in and out of me, over and over, fully in control.
I could barely move. I didn’t want to move. All I could do was stay right there and feel. I drew in a sharp breath as he kept fucking me, the wet, dirty noises filling the room—the sound of my dripping pussy and his cock, his pants, the thuds of the heavy, fancy metal bed he rocked with each forceful move. Heat converged at my center, taut and vibrating, while he ruthlessly kept working his hips. The angle was deeper than ever.
I was going to come hard enough to pass out, I felt it. Even if I’d wanted to, there was no way to stop it.
And then, just as I was so close I couldn’t see straight, my limbs barely listening to me, he did something I hadn’t seen coming; something I had no way to prepare for. I hadn’t felt him let go of one of my hands, but suddenly, there was pressure right against the tight ring of muscles of my asshole, pushing past it. I was too surprised to even think to tense, and next thing I knew, there was a finger moving in and out of my ass in sync with his cock in my pussy.
Oh, fuck! By Aphrodite, this was not supposed to feel so good, was it?The small presence made me feel even fuller, awakening something beneath my skin.
“Would you look at that,” Lucian teased, a second finger joining the first, oh so easily. “Your ass is sucking me in. I think you might just want my cock in there too.”
I only whined. If I’d been capable of coherent speech, I would have said that the idea was a hell of a lot more intriguing that I formerly believed, but at the same time, I didn’t want him to stop fucking me. Not on the off chance I might also enjoy a different way.
“You’re not quite ready to take me in your ass yet. But very soon,” he murmured. “In the meantime?—”
I could feel something fly past, my face still flat against the pillow, but his fingers slid out of my ass to take it, and to my consternation, Lucian also paused his thrusts, letting go of the hand he’d still been holding.
I glanced over my shoulder, spotting him with a smooth dark dildo in one hand and a flask in the other, generously smothering it in glistening liquid. I was still watching when he moved the fake cock between my ass cheeks, and Lucian’s gray eyes flashed as he looked straight at me, as if daring me to protest. I gulped. My muscles let it pass without so much as a moment of resistance.
Holiest of fucks.
I screamed at the utterly strange sensation of my butt sucking in the foreign object. It wasn’t the size of Lucian’s ridiculous cock, but it certainly wasn’t small, and instead of protesting against the foreign intrusion, my body practically absorbed it. And then, Lucian also slammed into me, balls deep.
