He slipped on a condom, and then moved up her body, trailing kisses over her ribs and breasts. She looped her arms around his neck as he settled his narrow hips between her thighs. Taking her mouth in an explosive kiss, he slid his cock inside her. She parted her legs all the way, lifting her hips to meet him as his girth slid into her.
It was official. She was being fucked by Lucas Smith, sexy guitarist for Infinity Prism. She wondered if this was just a mesmerizing dream that she would soon wake up from. It all seemed too good to be true.
He was staring at her with a hypnotic grin, and his expression was thirsty and primal. She loved the way their naked bodies pressed up against each other in sexy, sweaty uniformity. Her heart beat against his chest in rhythm with his own.
Lucas began to thrust harder and faster inside of her, causing her pleasure to rise significantly as he continuously hit against her g-spot. She was close to orgasm again, and it wouldn’t be long before she was pulled over the edge to be face to face with her own ecstasy.
“It feels so damn good,” she breathed into his ear and smeared her lipstick against the side of his cheek.
She grabbed his ass from behind and began running her hands up and down on his back. Before long, the pleasure bubbling up inside of her was too much to contain. She moaned out with passion and released her most pleasurable senses.
She came even more violently this time. Her body started convulsing, and he held her in place with an eager grin twisted onto his sexy lips. Oh, his lips. How they did incredible, magical things to her between her legs. Now his shaft was rubbing up against her clit and making her crazy with sexual euphoria.
She could tell by the way Lucas’ features twisted with passion that he was close to orgasm too. She began tilting her pelvis to give him more headway. She squeezed her inner muscles to enhance his pleasure.
It didn’t take long before he exploded his hot load. He groaned and then his body went limp. He fell beside her, naked and sweaty and breathing hard.
She took his hand and cradled it in her hers. After several seconds of regaining her composure, she turned on her side and gazed fondly into his eyes. She stroked his hair and ran her fingertips through it.
“I don’t know what it is about you,” she said, “but I feel something electric between us.”
She felt brave enough to admit it and was relieved when she noticed that he had the same spark in his eyes. But he didn’t speak. His expression slowly faded to neutral as he lay back against the cushions and closed his eyes. She watched him for a moment, realizing with a sickening start that this is how it went. They had fucked. And now it was time for her to go home.
Abigail glanced at the watch on her wrist. She felt like Cinderella at the ball. Her time with the handsome prince was coming to an end. It was literally almost midnight. She would probably need to get home soon.
“It’s getting late...” she trailed off regretfully as she began to put her bra and panties back on.
“Where are you going?” He didn’t open his eyes.
“Um, I suppose I should get home.”
He leaned up on his elbows and snagged her gaze. “Don’t go. I want you to stay with me tonight.”
She pondered this for a moment. Was he serious?
“If you’re sure...” she said, although she felt like she was imposing.
“I wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t sure,” he said, and his smile was genuine. His eyes were warm and kind. “But if you are uncomfortable, I can bring you home.”
“I’m not uncomfortable,” she blurted out. “I mean, if you are sure I won’t be in the way, I would love to stay.”
“I have a huge bed that will be warmer with you in it.”
“Okay,” she said with a sigh. “You twisted my arm. I’ll stay.”
Later that night as she fell asleep in his arms in his bed, she couldn’t help but believe that he had genuinely meant the words.
The next morning, Abigail woke up to the odd sensation of being out of her element and was slightly less enthusiastic about being in Lucas’ bed in the light of a new day. It was awkward, weird. She had limited experience with this kind of thing.
She glanced beside her and noticed that his spot was empty. She climbed out of bed and pulled his t-shirt on over her naked body. She didn’t know where her dress was, but she knew she couldn’t go downstairs without having some form of clothing on her body. It smelled like his cologne.
She walked out into the hallway and glanced over the balcony to the first floor below. She could see Lucas working in the kitchen. He had busied himself in making bacon and eggs. The sound of the bacon sizzling and popping as it fried in the pan made her happy. The smell of the breakfast foods began to drift up the stairs and made her mouth water.
She jogged down the stairs and stood in front of the kitchen bar. “Good morning,” she said somewhat awkwardly. She hugged herself as she stood there and gave him a smile.
“And it is a very good morning,” Lucas said in a cheery voice as he waved a spatula around in the air and flashed her a grin exposing his perfect, straight set of white teeth.
“I ugh...hope you don’t mind that I put on your t-shirt,” she said. “I couldn’t find my dress.”
Lucas shot her an adoring glance. “You look fucking sexy in it.”
“Thanks,” she said and scratched the back of her neck.
“I think your dress is still in my theater room,” he admitted.
She nodded. That made sense. “Okay, I can grab it in a minute.”
“Don’t be silly,” he said and gestured to the breakfast nook where a circular table was sitting by a bay window overlooking the city. All this seemed surreal, too good to be true.
“Sit. Do you want coffee or orange juice?”
“Uh,” she contemplated. “Coffee please.”
“Coming right up,” he chimed and strutted over to his coffee maker.
“You didn’t really have to go through this trouble—”
“It’s no trouble,” he interrupted and poured her a mug of delicious smelling brew.
“Okay,” Abigail said and gave him a courteous smile, even though she secretly wondered how many times a week he made breakfast for his lady friends. She tried to brush it off and turn off her cynical mind. She told herself to enjoy the pampering while it lasted.
“I have to go to the studio for a couple of hours after we have breakfast,” he said. She noticed that his voice sounded hard for a brief second.
“Oh, that’s okay,” she waved her hand dismissively as he handed her a plate of piping hot, delectable looking food. “I can get out of your hair as soon as we eat.”
“Do you have to work today?” He asked and raised his eyebrow curiously.
“Later, at the coffee shop. I only work there a few times a month.”
“You are welcomed to stick around here,” he said. “I won’t be long.” He stabbed a fluffy piece of egg onto his fork and plucked it into his mouth with a smile as he chewed.
“Really?” She frowned skeptically.
Did he really trust her to do that? She wasn’t an outright stranger or anything, but he seemed incredibly believing to offer. He probably had cameras everywhere though.
“Make yourself at home. Watch something in the theater. Soak in the spa or sauna. Just relax. And when I get back?”
She paused her fork halfway to her mouth, waiting for him to finish that thought. His lids fell halfway.
“When I get back, we’ll pick up where we left off last night.”
“I would love that.” Abigail’s heart flipped, and her panties were soaked at just the thought of him going down on her again. If that was going to be the case later, then she would start counting the minutes until he got back. She hated to be the type of woman who waited around on a man, but he seemed to really want her to stay. She didn’t want to say no to him, because part of her wanted it too.
“Then it’s settled,” he said and stood up to take their dishes away after a few min
utes. “I’ll see you in a little while. Please, make yourself at home.”
He left her there, sitting at his breakfast nook. It was extremely quiet after he had left the apartment. Now, what should she do? She didn’t want to snoop through his stuff in case he did have cameras hidden around the house. He probably had a secret surveillance room for all she knew.
She didn’t want to blow her opportunity to come back again, so she found what looked like a living room, with regular television. She plopped down on the couch and flipped on the TV to wait it out until he returned later. She began to tingle between her legs, and he wasn’t even in the room with her. She was in dangerous emotional trouble that was for sure.
Chapter Seven
HE WAS ACTUALLY LOOKING forward to coming home to a woman.
Lucas paused outside his door as the unusual sensation rolled over him. He was fucking playing house right now. Lucas opened the door to his apartment. “Abigail?” He called out, hoping she was still inside.
He had been thinking about her naked body for the entire time he had been gone and couldn’t wait to get back to her. He was surprised by his own emotions that he would be disappointed if she had left during his absence.
Lucas put his keys down on the counter in his kitchen. He was a creature of habit. He walked to the fridge and plucked out two beers. He did that every night when he got home, but now it was just early afternoon.
He felt out of place popping open a cold draft but decided in the end that if Abigail had in fact left, he’d have no problem drinking alone. He glanced around the kitchen, noticing immediately that Abigail had cleaned up the dishes in the sink and had stacked them up neatly on a dishcloth beside the sink.
“Hello.”
He spun around, surprised to see her there, yet happy that she was. What an odd combination of feelings. He’d expected to feel weird about having a virtual stranger in his house. Yet, he’d wanted her to stay. He had only been gone for about three hours, but it had felt like an eternity.
“Looks nice in here. Thank you.”
He didn’t want her to feel like it was expected of her to tidy his house in exchange for being allowed to have free reign access to his house while he was gone. It wasn’t like Abigail had been a total stranger to him when he invited her to stay. He trusted her because Burt trusted her.
He moved closer to her; let his fingers linger in a thick strand of her hair. “I owe you for being so considerate.”
“You could give me a reward if you really wanted to,” she said with a jaunty smile. Seduction flickered in her beautiful, jade-colored eyes.
He snaked his arms around her waist and reeled her in. He pressed his chest against the warmth of her body. He was already hard for her. He felt her heart beating against his chest. Her ample breasts were like clouds of heaven pressed up against him. His brain was thrumming with the need to throw her on the bed and do whatever he wanted to her.
“I shouldn’t have left you,” he growled. He could have been fucking her all day long.
She gazed up into his eyes with mischief twinkling in her own. “Aww, are you trying to say that you missed me?”
He pressed his erection into her hip. “Is this answer enough?”
She moaned and pressed her pelvis into him. “Yes. Hell, yes.”
He could tell she was holding herself back. He wished she wouldn’t. She loved sex, he could tell, but she was too timid to make the first move. He’d cure her of that, help her open up all that ripe sexuality. He had been ready to pounce on her before he even walked through the door.
He dove right in. He pushed his lips to hers. She tasted sweet like coconut, and her perfume was like dandelions in an open field. He couldn’t get enough of Abigail and her seductive ways of roping him in. He was hooked. He would be the first to admit it.
When he was with her, the cares of the world melted away. The worries of his past didn’t seem to haunt him anymore. It was just him and her, and no one else. Everything else ceased to exist as their bodies blended and intertwined in perfect, magical unison.
She had no idea of the effect she had on him, he figured. He grazed his hands over her naked body after he stripped down her clothes and removed his own. Her curves were like a wonderland for his fingers to explore. He pressed his hard shaft against the side of her bare thigh and felt her quiver with desire.
He wanted to take her right there on his kitchen floor. Something primal had taken over his body, and urgency flooded his mind. He was going to ravage Abigail and make her scream until she came all over his pulsing cock.
His imagination was running wild with vivid scenarios of how they could twist their bodies in the throes of passion together. He wanted to tease her and bring her to the brink of desire right before sending her over the edge.
She draped her arms around his neck and practically purred in response to his hardened cock against her leg. He played with her perky nipples. She moaned in response. Fuck, she was one sexy woman.
“I’m going to fuck you right here on my kitchen floor,” he said.
Abigail’s eyes were shimmering with delight and playfulness. “You can take me wherever you want with an erection like that.”
He wasted no time kicking off his jeans and rolling on a condom. Hitching her up to his waist, he spun them and pressed her back against the wall. The blinds in the bay window were open. Anyone with the right angle below could see inside.
He slid right into Abigail’s warm, wet pussy. She was already ready to go, so turned on by him and the way he kissed her and touched her all over. He wanted to make it rough, but sensitive and sensual at the same time.
With Abigail fully supported and with her back against the wall, he pushed herself inside, burying his cock further inside of her. She gasped at his girth. He was swollen for her.
Lucas began to thrust with her, slowly at first and then faster. She was moaning softly, electrifying his senses. Her seductive moans were like music to his ears. He couldn’t get enough of that sound.
He locked eyes with her in an intimate moment that made his heart pound. Her green eyes were gorgeous. He could stare at them forever, getting lost into the window of her soul. He shifted his position ever so slightly. Her cries of passion raised at that point. She was so slippery. Her wet pussy was a soaking puddle between her legs that gave his shaft incredible access to bang around inside of her.
His balls slapped up against her bottom with the way her legs were spread, open wide just for him. “You are so fucking hot,” he groaned into her ear.
He ran his hands through her hair as she dug her nails into his back and raked her fingers up and down it in stroking motions. He could caress her for the rest of his life. He loved how he could turn up the heat and crank it to borderline rough, and then he could slow it down to make it more sensual. It didn’t matter, she responded to both, and he loved it.
He’d push her a little farther. See how much experimentation she’d do, how far she’d let him take her in bed. For once, he could be himself around a woman, and it made his heart soar. He fucked her harder. Her moans became stronger and more passion fueled. He looked into her eyes and saw a reflection of lust and desire mirroring back to him.
He couldn’t contain his climax for much longer and judging by the cries of passion that was coming out of her mouth; she was close too. He wanted them to cum together.
He squeezed her ass cheeks, and she dug her heels into his back. After a few more seconds, her body began to shake. She trembled and moaned out in a wail of ecstasy. That’s when Lucas lost it. He pulled her close to him. They were both sweaty, and the room smelled of sex.
Abigail’s orgasm seemed to linger on for several moments, lingering so long that he finally caved and exploded his hot load of cum inside of her too. He groaned, and his body went stiff just at the same time that she melted into his arms and went as limp.
As soon as he had finished, he pulled out of her. They sat against the edge of the wall together, holding hands and pan
ting hard.
“I think I’m becoming addicted to sex with you,” Abigail whispered.
He squeezed her hand. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He stared at her naked body, so flushed and sweaty and glowing in the aftermath of sexual bliss. It was a euphoric moment. He never wanted to climb down from this thrill.
Abigail grabbed the boxer shorts and t-shirt that she had borrowed from him and started getting dressed again.
He clutched her hand. “Don’t get dressed.”
She gave him a reluctant smile. “I should. I need to go soon.”
He wasn’t sure why that came as a surprise to him. They’d go their separate ways sooner or later. They both had lives to get to. Lives that weren’t together.
Lucas frowned. “I’d like you to stay.”
Abigail chuckled and crouched down to kneel in front of where he was still sitting on the floor next to the wall in the kitchen.
She ran a thumb over his stubbled jaw. He snagged her wrist and locked eyes with her.
“I’ve got a shift at the coffee shop by my apartment tonight,” she said. “Oh, and I’ve got to do laundry for the week, you know, like a normal person.”
He cracked a smile. “I do laundry, too... well, yeah, I don’t.”
“I didn’t think so.”
He rose and slipped into his jeans. “When will I see you again?”
She looked a little shocked as if she expected them to part and then, that was that. Normally, that was his MO. But this was different. She was different. He wanted her and had the inkling that it wasn’t going to change anytime soon.
“When do you want to see me again?”
He pondered. “I have to get some studio time in tomorrow again, and then I have a few meetings in the afternoon. I can always call you after that if you want.”
He noticed how Abigail’s eyes beamed brightly at the suggestion. She took his head in her hands and kissed him one last time before standing up. “I’ll be at work, so how about you text me first and I’ll see if I can talk?”
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