Page 140 of Ruin
He smiles and says, “I hear Dorothea is doing well.”
“I’ve never seen Grizz so happy in my life.”
“Kids will do that to you.”
Lucian tells me he bought a new grill, so we grab thick steaks, potatoes, and asparagus. It’s been a long time since I’ve grilled anything, but he assures me he knows what he’s doing. I’m not sure how he could since he lived in a penthouse in Boston for most of his life, but whatever. If he wants to try, who am I to tell him no? He just better not blow himself up.
It’s not nearly late enough for dinner when we get back, so we marinate and prepare the food, then put it in the fridge. I lean back against the counter and watch him as he washes the few dishes in the sink. When he’s finished, he turns to face me.
“What do we do now?” I ask, a hint of suggestion in my voice.
“Well,” he says as he finishes drying his hands, then drops the towel onto the counter. “I can think of a few things.”
“Like what?” I shift on my feet, my dick already getting hard at his tone. I know what he’s thinking, and I love that he always wants to make this a game.
“You could take off all your clothes. Bend over the counter and let me feast on your ass until it’s time to make dinner.”
My hands clench against the counter so hard it creaks.
“Maybe it’s been so long since you’ve come that just my tongue will make you explode,” he adds.
It’s likely.
My dick is aching.
“Or we could just go watch TV or something,” he says casually with a shrug.
“Fuck you,” I growl as I push off the counter and go to him. Our lips meet harshly, his tongue sliding into my mouth. He spins us so I’m against the counter, my back digging into it and no doubt leaving bruises—my favorite. My body is healed of him completely. I need more marks, more reminders. I need to see him on my skin.
“Guess it’s option number one then,” he says as he brings his mouth to my neck.
“You knew it would be.” I grip the hair at the nape of his neck and press him harder against me. He sucks my skin so hard it hurts but feels so fucking good. I can’t wait to see the pretty shade of red that stays.
“I certainly did.” He undoes the button on my jeans and shoves them down. I kick off my shoes and get out of my pants while grabbing my shirt to tug over my head. He steps back,both of us panting, as I stand there in his kitchen in just my boxer briefs—hard as steel.
My chest heaves as his eyes slowly roam down my body, taking in every inch hungrily. I can’t pull my eyes from his and the fiery look in them as he devours me, starting from my face, down my chest, my stomach. He lingers on my dick for a long time, licking his lips, then proceeds.
“Turn around,” he whispers softly. “Pull them down just under your ass.”
I turn, hooking my fingers into the waistband and pulling them down the way he asked.
He grunts a sound of approval that has me smiling. My dick is crushed between my body and the counter, staving off my orgasm. It has been a while since I’ve come. The last time I did was with him, when he came back from his trip. Too long.
I feel his eyes on me, like laser beams. I don’t hear him, but I feel him get closer, the heat of his body spreading across my back. His fingertips brush over my ass cheek, causing goosebumps to erupt across my whole body.
Lucian slides a finger between my cheeks, barely grazing my hole and I let out a groan, pushing against his hand.
“You want my tongue?” he whispers in my ear.
“Please…”
He kisses my shoulder, then both hands are on my ass, spreading me open. I prepare for his tongue, but it doesn’t help. I shoot up on my toes, slamming my hand onto the counter top. The feeling is overwhelming but so welcome. His tongue is hotand soft and licking me in a way that could have me coming in minutes. I moan, pushing against the cabinets in front of me as he literally feasts on me. He grunts and groans and thoroughly enjoys what he’s doing. When he pulls away, I whine, but then I hear the sound of his belt and anticipation fills me.
His body presses against mine as he leans forward, yanking open a cabinet and grabbing the coconut oil.
“Open it,” he says, holding the jar toward me while his other hand slides up my ribs and his mouth finds my shoulder. I take the jar and open it, then offer it back to him. “Take some.,” he tells me. I scoop some out, not hesitating a moment. “You know where it goes, sweet boy.”
I waste no time slipping my fingers along my hole. Then I grab more and find his dick, jerking him with it and guiding him forward while pushing back against him. He allows me to, his mouth still on my skin, kissing across my shoulders and then my neck. He nips at my ear, then goes back to my shoulders, hands gripping me tightly. Like he never wants to let go.
