Page 127 of Ruin
I could call Shark and ask for the details, I know he’d give them to me, but I don’t feel like talking to him, and I don’t feel like thinking about any more club shit tonight. I just want to go to sleep so tomorrow can be here. I miss Lucian like crazy,and getting past this weekend is a huge hurdle for us—for me. I didn’t think I could do it, and now here I am, at the home stretch.
I’m certain he will come home to me tomorrow. I don’t know why or what changed, it’s just a feeling, I guess. And as he said, each time he leaves will get easier. Maybe sometimes I can go with him.
Maybe this is how things were supposed to be. Maybe we weren’t meant to be together when we were younger, for whatever reason. I need to accept it and move on because I do want to be with him, I want this to work.
I roll onto my side, hugging his pillow and burying my face in it to inhale his scent. It’s what eases me into sleep. Until a breeze of cool air flutters over my skin. I wake, but my eyes refuse to open. A warm hand slides over my hip, up my ribs, then across my back. Soft lips press a kiss to my cheek, then my shoulder.
“You came back to me,” I say, hating how emotional it all makes me feel. My chest tightens, and a lump forms in my throat.
“I missed you,” Lucian whispers in my ear, and I let out a sigh of content.
It’s too early for him to be back. It’s still dark, and he wasn’t supposed to be here until tomorrow. I feel like I’ve only been sleeping for a few hours.
“Did you miss me, sweet boy?” he asks.
I hum a sound to tell him yes. He kisses my shoulder again, then presses on it to roll to my back.
I’m in nothing but my boxers, and his hand slides inside them to shove them down and wrap around my dick. I groan, thrusting into his hand.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck my fist.”
I thrust again and again, until it’s too much to take.
“Need more,” I murmur.
His lips find mine, as if he knows it’s what I need from him.
He slides his hand down to massage my balls, then presses a finger over my hole.
“Are you still sore?”
“A little,” I answer honestly, knowing there’s no way I can lie about it. Anyone would be sore for a few days after what we did. It’s exactly what I wanted and needed, and I wouldn’t change a thing about it.
His lips move to my jaw, then to my neck. I arch to the side so he has more room. I want his tongue and his mouth on every inch of my body. His hand goes back to my dick, and I shove my boxer briefs down the rest of the way to kick them off. I wrap my hand around his and stroke faster.
“Fuck me,” I tell him. “Please.”
He chuckles as he goes in to lick my nipple.
“I love when you say please.”
I whine when he removes his hand, and watch him in the shadows as he goes to the nightstand to pull open the drawer and take out the lube. He drops it onto the bed before undressing himself. My dick is aching and leaking as I keep my sightson him. When he’s naked, dick standing at the ready, he climbs onto the bed and settles between my legs.
He works two fingers into me first, lubing me up. It’s sore, but not enough to tell him to stop. If he kept me hurting this way forever, I’d be fine with it. I want to feel him in me always.
“I missed you,” I tell him softly, and his gaze flicks to mine. His face softens, but only for a moment before it turns heated again.
He presses upwards, hitting that perfect spot, and my dick throbs, precum spilling from the tip. I grab my dick at the base and squeeze, not wanting to come until he’s inside me. If he keeps this up, I may not last.
“I think you’re ready for me.”
“I am,” I say, then add, “Please,” because I know he’ll like it.
He growls, then pulls his fingers from me but quickly replaces them with the head of his dick.
“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” he says, urging forward a little more.
Slowly, my body takes him in, and when he’s pushed as far as he’ll go, he leans over me, resting on his forearms. I grab his face and kiss him, needing him to understand how much I’ve missed him and how happy I am that he came back to me.
