Page 143 of Ruin
“How the—”
The truck comes to a stop, and Lucian undoes his seatbelt, then leans the seat back.
“Like old times?”
“Fuck yes,” I say, unable to get out of my seatbelt fast enough.
Once I do, I climb on top of him the best I can. It's not easy, even though this truck is spacious. We’re both big and hardly fit in the seat together. But my mouth finds his, and I shift until I feel his erection against my thigh.
“Thought you’d like this,” he says, sliding his mouth along my jaw, nipping at it.
“So much.”
He undoes my jeans, sliding his hand inside to grasp my dick and slowly starts jerking me off.
“Fuck, Lucian,” I breathe out. “Your hand feels so good.”
“My mouth will feel better.” He pushes on my hip, and I move back over to the other seat. Lucian’s mouth is already on me, taking me to the back of his throat. I find the handle and lean back for more room. He’s hardly paying attention to anything other than my dick, which I am not complaining about.
I spear my fingers through his hair, grasping at the strands, tugging and pushing him further down.
“I’m going to come,” I tell him. “Fuck, yes, that’s so good.”
He massages my balls, taking me even further and I explode. He swallows every drop before lifting off me, and leaning in fora kiss. He tastes like me, and that is so hot. I reach for his jeans, but he pushes me off and goes back to his seat.
“Why not?” I ask.
“I have a plan,” he says, trying to catch his breath. He puts his seatbelt on.
“Huh?”
“Just put your seatbelt on so we can go.”
I’m panting as I fix my pants and put my seatbelt on. Twenty minutes later, and we’re pulling into our house. Well, his house, but it’s basically ours, I guess. Kaison and Cora are still at mine, so I’ve been staying here.
Lucian leads me inside, leaving all the gifts in the car. I don’t question him. I want to know what his plan is. We go right upstairs and into the bedroom, where he starts undressing me right away.
“Tell me what we’re doing,” I say.
He leans in to kiss my neck. “I want you to fuck me.”
“What?” I breathe out.
He nods, kissing along my throat. “I’ve been thinking about it. I want to try it again.”
We only ever did it the one time, so many years ago. I was terrified and felt like I fucked everything up. It wasn’t great.
“You want me to fuck you?” I ask.
He pulls back, his eyes meeting mine. “So badly.”
“Fuck…”
“I want to feel what you do. I want to know what it’s like.”
“There’s no way I can make you feel the way you make me feel.”
He smiles, then leans in to kiss me. “I’m certain you can. Now let’s go.”
