But Christ, alive. Our date was three nights ago, and she’s still glowing. I have to hand it to Oliver, Eli, and myself. We really fucked this girl good.
That’s the truly amazing thing. For as strung out as Sofie Carson looks in her natural habitat, she’s no less beautiful for it. In fact, this might be even sexier than that little number she was wearing on Friday.
This is Sofie raw. Unedited.
I can feel better-dressed girls making a point of putting themselves in my line of sight as I wait for Sofie to spot me. I’d tell them to take a number, but honestly?
Sofie Carson has every number in my smart-ass finance man head. The way her face lights up when she finally looks up from her textbook and notices me seals the deal.
I’ve only got eyes for her.
“Lucas!” she squeals, jogging over to me.
“Sofie,” I say back. “Missed me?”
She lands a cold, wet little kiss on my cheek as she throws her arms around my neck. I wrap her up tight, passing on some of my body heat. Silly girl didn’t even throw on a coat this morning.
I’d express some concern, but I don’t want to waste any time.
Instead, I pass her the roses and shrug off my own camel-colored wool coat.
“Oh my god,” she moans, breathing the flowers in. “Luke, these are beautiful! You shouldn’t have.”
The smile on her face is like sunshine. Like she’s storing some kind of star inside her beneath her skin.
It’s fucking insane. It’s incredible. It makes me want to spend every hour of every day making sure that smile never leaves her beautiful face.
Fuck’s sake. I’m in deep with this girl.
“What are you doing here?” she asks, hugging the flowers to her chest.
I tuck the coat around her shoulders. It fucking dwarfs her, and it’s way too big to ever fit properly. Which, if I’m being honest, only makes her look even more cute.
“A friend asked me to guest lecture a class for the finance department,” I tell her, which is the truth. I don’t bother to mention that that was three hours ago, and that I only talked myself into grabbing the flowers and finding a way to see her after the fact. “I remembered that you went here, so I thought...”
“You’d snoop around and track me down?” she finishes with a giggle.
“Something like that. Wasn’t too hard,” I say, winding an arm around her waist and pulling her close.
The smell of the roses rises up, caught between our shared body heat, as I dip my nose to her neck and breathe her in. “Not once a hound dog like me gets your scent.”
“Mmm,” Sofie moans, the same way she moans when she’s eating dessert. Or lapping up cum, for that matter. “Then it’s a good thing I don’t mind. Look me up whenever you want.”
She pulls back with a wink and makes to leave. I catch her by the elbow and pull her back to me before she can.
“Going somewhere, sweetheart?”
“Lunch,” she admits, wrinkling up her nose with a cute little laugh. “I woke up late today…thus.”
She gestures to the ragtag items of clothing she must have thrown on as she was heading out the door. I take the opportunity to stare at her gorgeous body with a shamelessly lingering gaze.
Those legs. Those hips. Those tits.
“That’s funny. I saw the same look on the runway a few months ago in Milan,” I joke.
“Sure you did,” she says, tugging down the earflaps of her hat. “Anyway, I missed breakfast. Totally starving.”
“Good,” I say, smoothing her long, silken hair away from her face. I hold my hands against her rosy-cold cheeks, using them to warm her up. “Because I’m taking you out for lunch.”
“Yes! I’d love to!” Sofie says right away.
She fucking bounces when she’s excited, and it’s the sweetest thing in the world. And not just because it makes her tits jiggle so deliciously when she does either.
Though, that helps.
“Excellent. We’ve got a reservation.”
I offer her my arm, but Sofie pauses before she takes it.
My heart literally bottoms out.
“A reservation, huh? Last minute like this? Most places worth going are already booked solid,” she points out with a sly little smile. “But I suppose your connections would, uh... squeeze you in?”
“For me? Always,” I say. And they would. Anywhere in New York.
But this reservation is special, and it’s not in New York.
“You must have been pretty sure I’d say yes,” she says, her grin widening.
“I’m not exactly accustomed to hearing no,” I admit.
Beaming, Sofie takes my arm. A relief. But as I take her to my limo, I can see that something’s still bothering her.
She’s chewing on her lip like it’s going out of style.
“Sofie, something the matter?”
She sighs, looking down at her outfit again.
“It’s nothing. Just…I’m, uh, not exactly dressed for fine dining, Luke. Wanna grab coffee here on campus or something instead?”
“We’ll just have to get you out of those awful clothes and into something a little more comfortable then,” I say, licking my lips.
Sofie licks hers right back, mirroring me. Suddenly, the mood has changed.
“I guess we’ll have to.”
I’m not sure yet what we’ll have for lunch, but I definitely know what I want for an appetizer.
Sofie
Inside the limo, Lucas pulls me onto his lap before I even get a chance to take a seat.
I can feel his breath on my shoulder, the heat of his body beneath mine. And yeah. Of course, I can feel his huge, stiff dick pressing up through the fabric of his slacks, settling tight in the valley between my ass cheeks.
Suddenly, wearing such skimpy little shorts feels less like a last-minute bad idea as I ran out of the house this morning and more of a cruel twist of fate.
Lucky me, right? Because when it comes to Lucas, I think I kind of like fate being cruel.
I'm aching for him in an instant. I can feel my pussy getting wet with just the promise of Lucas' cock being this close.
A heat starts building between my legs like my cunt is a space heater that’s just plugged in. My heart rate is increasing little by little, like the wheels of a steam engine building momentum as it comes to the crest of a hill.
"We should get these clothes off you." Lucas slips his arms around my lithe little body and smooths his palms down my bare thighs.
It's warm in the limo, and Lucas' hands are even warmer. But my legs are still cold from the brisk wind outside and for some reason, the mixing of these two temperatures makes my whole body shiver.
Lucas smells like vanilla, bourbon and leather. Like old money. Everything about him is manly. His teeth scrape against my shoulder as he curls his fingers around the waistband of my shorts. The short, smooth crescents of his thumbnails drag across my hip bones.
Oh, fuck. He wasn't kidding about taking my clothes off, and I'm definitely not kidding about wanting to let him.
"Ask me for it, darlin'," Lucas purrs. "Tell me you want me to."
"I…" I say, stumbling as I search for words. I’m being overwhelmed by a need so strong, I couldn’t properly put my thoughts in to words.
I do want him to. So bad. I want Lucas to tear my clothes off me like he's gone completely mad with lust. I want his nails to press into my skin and drag across my hip bones, marking me where he's touched me. I want him all wild and unhinged and irrationally horny.
I want to feel the way I felt that first night with Lucas and Eli and Oliver. Like we were made to be selfish with each other and it didn't matter what happened the morning after. As long as we could fuck each other's brains out, we didn't give a shit about what happens next.
"Hmm…maybe you don’t want it," Lucas says, backing off a little. His fingers have been teasing the waistband of my shorts for what feels like a lifetime, but now they're releasing some of
the tension and easing the fabric back up my hips.
"Wha—no!" I scramble to put the words together and my hips retreat, trying to work their way out of my shorts on their own.
It makes Lucas chuckle. He's got a dark, sexy laugh. Like a cold October evening. I get a little wetter just listening to the sound.
"You amuse the shit out of me when you're like this, Sofie," Lucas admits. His fingers return to tugging the waistband of my shorts down, but he's being agonizingly slow about it.
"You want it so bad, little girl. I can see it. Oliver and Eli could see it. Anyone with eyes could see it. Even this whole damn world…"
His thumbs dance against the concave between my stomach and my hips. He's almost got me out of my shorts…but not quite.
"You make me sound like a slut,” I giggle. Then, I say with a little less certainty than I should, “I’m not a slut, you know.”
"No? Getting into limos with strange men, sitting on their laps and teasing their cocks with your sweet little ass…Sounds to me like something a slut would do."
Well, shit. He's got me there.
I don't even know why I'm fighting him. He's absolutely right: I do want it. I want it bad. I want to be fucked silly again. I want to take his cock and make it explode like an erupting volcano into my womb.
So what's my fucking problem?
"Just because you've got your cock pressed up against my ass doesn't mean that I'm going to give it up so easy," I say.
I'm trying too hard to keep up with him. To be the same cool, confident girl that hopped into the limo with him and his two best friends on the night we met. But the three of them as a trio seemed so much more manageable somehow. Having Lucas alone…there’s a darkness to him, a raw energy that scares me as much as he turns me on.
It makes me want to challenge him. Make him see that I’m not as much of a predictable thing as he wants to think I am. But to do that, I have to avoid giving into how bad I want him to tug these shorts off of me and leave me half-naked on his lap.
Normally, I could manage that. But right now, my brain is drifting effortlessly from Normal Rational Sofie World straight into Naughty-Naughty Fuck Me Land.
I try to pull myself back to reality, but that's like trying to catch dandelion fluff out of the air. Every time I close my fist around my sense of control, it slips out between my fingers and floats even further away.
"I think you want to give it up, Sofie." Now one of Lucas' hands is abandoning my shorts and rising up beneath my shirt.
"I've already taken you before. I know exactly how good you feel wrapped around my cock. I know what your moans sound like. The way your heart feels when it's beating against my chest. And when you've already been mine once…"
Oh, fuck.
"I'll be yours forever," I say, dazed. Like I'm half dreaming. Being hypnotized by Lucas' voice.
"Exactly."
Manhattan is rolling by out the tinted windows while normal people go about their day-to-day lives. Business women in dark, refined suits shouting into cell phones. Construction workers digging into the sidewalk in their orange vests.
And here I am, being whisked off to lunch at who-even-knows-where, wearing the biggest fashion mistake of my life and about to be stripped right out of it.
Lucas isn't kidding. He's in my head, and I want him to be in my cunt next.
"Ask me to take your clothes off," Lucas prompts.
This time, I don't have to think about it. I just answer.
"Get me out of these fucking clothes before I tear them off myself."
Lucas snaps into action at that, tugging my shorts down to my knees like our lives depend on having my bare ass on his lap. His other hand is on my stomach, pushing me harder against him as he works it up and down my abs.
"Good slut," Lucas growls into my ear. "You're a good slut, Sofie. Isn't that right?"
"I'm a good slut," I agree. "A very good slut."
I don't even sound like myself right now. I sound like someone more confident, more desperate and less inhibited.
It feels incredible. No…much more than incredible. It feels fucking hot.
I've never liked being called a slut before. In fact, Good Girl Sofie fucking hates the idea. It's the word that the boys in high school used to tease me with when word got out that I'd given a blowjob to a guy on the lacrosse team. It's the word the other girls held over my head when they cited why they didn't want me hanging around their boyfriends.
It's the word Greg spat at me on the night I finally cut him loose and called it quits.
Slut. Slut. Slut.
“I love sluts, Sofie,” Lucas tells me. His words wash over me like warm bath water on a chilly night. “Especially sweet little sluts like you. Do you know why that is?”
“Why?” I gasp, biting my lip.
“Because,” Lucas says, “good slut get rewards.”
I think I've probably lived my entire life a little bit afraid of being a slut. No—not of being one. Of being called one.
Always been wary of everyone finding out the big, bad secret I've been harboring my entire life: Sofie Carson is a slut, and she loves being one. She loves taking cock and she loves making men come.
And now here I am, sitting on a billionaire's lap, admitting it out loud.
Slut.
"You're wet," Lucas says. It's not an accusation. He’s just stating the obvious. "What's got you so turned on, Sofie? Sitting on my lap like this…or something else?"
He runs his hand up my inner thigh, cupping the place where it meets my cunt.
"You," I tell him. "You make me wet."
"Do I?" Lucas asks. "Or is it running around campus dressed like a little tart like this? Tiny little shorts, tight little t-shirt, your furry little boots…this fucking hat."
Lucas' hand leaves my stomach to tug at one of the fuzzy ear flaps of my choice of headwear for the day. It's one of those big, black fur caps. I think Chloe calls it an ushanka when she brought it back from a trip to Russia.
Do I look dumb as hell in it? Probably. But hey, I was pressed for time this morning! And out of everything else I have on, it's probably the only item of clothing keeping me warm.
"What's wrong with my hat?" I pout as Lucas moves my hair over my shoulder, so he can kiss my neck.
"Nothing." I can feel him smiling against my spine. "In fact, it's all you're going to be wearing in a few minutes."
An image flashes through my mind: me, riding Lucas' cock, moaning in ecstasy while the flaps of the hat flop against my face with every bounce.
"Oh," I moan softly.
And that's when he takes my cunt.
"I think you like dressing like this, Sofie.” Lucas’ fingers spread my pussy open before they slip inside. The sensation leaves me gasping for breath. “You like prancing around campus looking like a hot little mess. I think it gets you off, showing off your gorgeous body where everyone can see.”
Honestly, I don’t know if it does or not. Get me off, I mean. On some level, it must, right? But I’m not a psychologist, dammit! I’m a Bio student! I don’t know if it’s even possible that I subconsciously chose my skimpiest clothes when I ran out the door this morning.
But it doesn’t even matter.
Because Lucas’ fingers in my cunt is the only thing I can think of right now.
“You like the way it feels, knowing that men are staring at your body on display.”
“Yes,” I whimper.
His fingers probe deeper, stroking along my g-spot and making my hips thrash against his wrist.
“You like putting your body out there. Being watched. Being lusted after.”
My mind flashes back to the auction. The auction where Lucas bought me. No—the auction where four different men bought me. I remember how much it turned me on to be paid for. To be treated like a piece of meat up for grabs to the highest bidder.
“Yes.” My voice sounds desperate and strained, because that’s genuinely how I feel now.
I’m clos
e. So fucking close.
“You orgasmed up on that stage for us, didn’t you, Sofie?” Lucas asks. Like he’s reading my mind.
“I—I did.” There’s no denying it. I’ve been hoping that no one would notice. Now, the idea that everyone saw just puts me that closer to going over the edge.
“And today, when you came out of that lecture hall wearing this tiny-ass little outfit—”
“It turned me on,” I finish for him. “I liked f-feeling the c-cold air on my skin…the w-way you looked at me…”
“That’s right,” Lucas coos in my ear. His voice is gritty, but sweet. “That’s my girl. Come for me, Sofie. Give it to me now. Right here in my hand.”
I couldn’t help it even if I wanted to. Lucas’ voice is hypnotizing. His touch makes me melt.
He’s using two fingers to rock the fuck out of my g-spot, and my pussy is clenching gratefully around them at his every move. With his free hand, he’s petting my body while I lean back against his chest. Stroking my rib cage, my stomach, my pelvis, my hips.
It’s relaxing and invigorating all at once. I come for him so hard, I’m afraid I’m going to break his fingers. My vision goes out for a second as I twitch and spasm against his body, caught up in too much pleasure to fucking bear.
“Good slut. Good slut,” Lucas is saying in my ear. His voice is soothing and deep and sweet as warm honey, and I ground myself on it. If I don’t, I’m pretty sure I’ll fly away.
“Fuck,” I whisper. It’s the only word that comes to mind right now.
“In a minute,” Lucas says with a laugh. Like that word wasn’t an expletive, but instead, a request. “First, though…I need to tell you something.”
“What?” I moan, hissing as he pulls his fingers away from me.
My pussy is still throbbing. My clit feels white-hot.
I don’t want him to stop. I want him to keep going. I want a thousand more orgasms from him, and a million more after that.
It’s only the tantalizing mystery of what Lucas could possibly need to get off his chest before he sticks his cock in me that keeps me from going completely insane.
“The truth is, Sofie…you might like this outfit, but I don’t like it at all.”
“No?” Why don’t you finish taking it off me, then?
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