Page 182 of Things We Left Behind
“What’s wrong?” I asked, hissing as his chest hair teased my wet nipples.
“Every time, I think I’ll take my time. That I’ll spend an hour just on your perfect fucking breasts. I fucking lose it,” he said.
“Wha—”
I didn’t get any further than that. Because he plucked me off the wall and turned us.
I found myself on my knees, facedown on the upholstered ottoman in his living room. My ass was in the air, my face pressed into the blue linen.
Lucian hovered behind me, his erection nestled between my legs. I wanted him so damn much I was prepared to beg.
“You baited me at the bar,” he accused, coasting a hand gently over the flowered silk of my underwear.
“How?” I asked, ready to lie.
“That sweater and little fucking skirt. Your fingers brushing my dick when it was already rock-hard for you. Those sexy little glances while you played with your straw. I should teach you a lesson.”
His fingers curling in my panties, the drag of damp silk against my thighs was an exquisite kind of torture.
“As long as your lesson involves you fucking me, I’m all for it,” I said breathlessly.
His hand resumed its gentle strokes over the slopes of my rear end. I peeked between my legs and watched his penis slide back and forth through my folds.
“I hate not being able to touch what’s mine,” he confessed.
I was about to point out that our arrangement definitely did not allow for “mine” talk outside bed. But the hot head of his erection branded me with every brush against my sex. I struggled against him, sliding my knees wider, begging with my body.
“Please, Lucian,” I whispered.
“I don’t have a condom on yet,” he reminded me.
His tone sounded…different. Like there was something he wanted to ask for. Was it something I wanted too?
“I hit the gynecologist last month. All my tests were clear,” I said. Then winced. “But I’m not on birth control.”
“Vasectomy,” he reminded me. “And I was tested six months ago.”
His hands were still caressing my hips, the crown of his dick still nestled against my sex as if waiting for an invitation. My heart hammered in my chest.
He’d probably fucked his way through an entire professional cheerleading squad since then.
“I haven’t been with anyone since,” he added.
“Seriously?” No wonder he was so…explosive.
“Shut up.”
“Okay,” I said.
“Okay?” he repeated, prompting me for more.
“Put your bare cock in me and make me come, Lucian.” I couldn’t make it any more clear than that.
He tensed against me, and I wished I could see his face. But I forgot all about it as the broad crown notched into place. Yes! There! I shifted back against him, hoping he’d let me take him. But he stilled my hips with his hands.
“It’s my turn to play, Pixie.”
I’d never been so excited to be threatened before in my life.
