by Blythe Reid
When I slid my hands down to grab the bottom of Scarlet’s shirt, I paused for a fraction of a second and pulled away. I looked at her questioningly, making sure that she was sure she wanted this.
She didn’t speak. Instead, she reached down and pulled her shirt over her head, throwing it on the grass beside us. Her bra was red and lacy. It fit tightly against her breasts, and the sight made my dick twitch with desire. I couldn’t control myself for another second. I flipped her onto her back and ravaged her with my lips.
20
Scarlet
Lucien’s eyes were dark with desire as he flipped me over. I laid on my back, breathing heavily while his mouth found my chest. He kissed the skin around my bra, sliding his hands under my back to unhook it. As he slid it over my shoulders, I was overcome with insecurity. What if he didn’t like what he saw?
Before I had a chance to let my mind spin out of control, Lucien was throwing my bra onto the grass. My breasts were exposed to the air, and I felt my nipples harden. Lucien groaned at the sight and attacked them with his tongue. He licked and teased one nipple at a time, massaging the other between his able fingers. My body felt hot as I lifted my hands to push my hair off my face. Lucien knew just what to do to drive me crazy.
His lips moved lower, kissing their way down my stomach. I remembered the way it felt when he went down on me, and I was desperate to feel that again. Only this time, I wanted more. I wanted all of him.
When Lucien’s lips reached my jeans. He unbuttoned them slowly and pulled the zipper down. His eyes were locked on mine as he moved, silently asking me for permission. I appreciated how careful he was with me, but I was ready. I’d wanted this for a long time now.
“I want you,” I said again.
His answering grin was mischievous, and he slid my jeans down. I lifted my hips to help him, letting him pull them all the way off. When he did, I suddenly became aware what I was lying in front of him wearing nothing but my panties, while he was still fully clothed.
Without a word, I sat up and pulled his face to mine. I kissed him hungrily, frantically searching for the bottom of his shirt. When I found it, I broke our kiss to lift it over his head. My eyes fell immediately on his chest. He was muscular, and his bare skin made me swallow hard. I ran my fingers over the tattoo on his arm and then down his abs, feeling every inch of him.
I kissed his chest, taking my time to play with him. Pushing him backward, I climbed on top of him, throwing one leg on either side. My lips roamed freely over his naked chest and stomach. I tasted him slowly, wanting to remember every second of this moment. As I kissed him, his breathing sped up, and I could feel his heart pounding in his chest.
“You’re torturing me,” he groaned.
“I’m playing,” I whispered back.
My fingers reached his pants, and I slowly pulled them off. I yanked his boxers down next, desperate to see all of him. His dick sprung out, already hard and ready. The sight made my stomach flip. I’d never seen a naked man in person before. Lucien was gorgeous. Sexy and handsome all at the same time.
I let my eyes trail over his body, memorizing every inch. When I climbed back on top of him and lowered my lips to his, his hands grabbed my hips and squeezed. Instinctively, I rubbed myself against his cock, causing him to moan loudly against my lips. I loved the sound, so I did it again. And again. Until finally, Lucien flipped me over and pinned me down.
His eyes were glued to mine as he slid his hand between my legs. He tucked his fingers inside my panties and watched me closely. He played with my folds, feeling how wet I already was. When he found my clit, I gasped and arched my back. He grinned and rubbed me gently, taking his time to make me as wet as possible.
Lucien pulled my panties off, leaving me completely exposed. I thought I would feel nervous or awkward, but the only thing coursing through my veins was animalistic desire. I wanted him, every single inch of him, inside of me.
He kissed me slowly and slid one finger into me. The sensation was new and exciting. When he moved it in and out, I felt my legs begin to shake. The faster he moved, the harder it became to breathe. I could feel my orgasm building, but I wasn’t ready. I wanted his cock inside of me. I was ready.
I reached down and pulled his hand away. He looked at me with concern, as if he’d done something wrong. I pulled his lips to mine and kissed him deeply.
“Did you bring a condom?” I asked.
He nodded and reached for his jeans. Pulling the condom out of his pocket, he ripped it open and slid it onto his hard, throbbing cock. He positioned himself above me, rubbing himself against my wet folds.
As he was about to slide inside me, I changed my mind.
“Wait,” I said, sitting up quickly.
“What’s wrong?” he asked. “We don’t have to.”
“No,” I said. “I just want to be on top.”
He grinned and laid down, letting me climb on top of him. I didn’t know what I was doing, but I let my body take over. With my hands on Lucien’s chest, I slowly lowered myself onto his erection. I didn’t feel anything at first and then, there was a sharp blinding pain that made me gasp and wince. I froze, letting my body get used to the feel of him. Once I did, I lowered myself further until finally, he was all the way inside me.
My breathing was ragged as I adjusted. He felt huge, filling me up completely. The initial pain was gone, and all I felt was a hunger burning in my gut. I closed my eyes and rocked my hips back and forth slowly. Lucien groaned at the movements, and my confidence soared.
As I got used to the feeling, I moved faster. I rode him as hard as I could, while still making sure to take my time. I didn’t want to rush anything, not the first time.
The pleasure I felt with him inside me was unlike any other. It drove me forward, allowing me to ride him with abandon. He gripped my ass while I moved, squeezing it harder with each thrust. I looked at his face. He was panting, and his grunts matched my movements. As I watched him, I felt myself get closer to an orgasm. I slowed my pace, unable to keep myself moving.
Lucien took that as an invitation. Still inside of me, he rolled us over and laid me on my back. I wrapped my legs around his waist while he thrusted in and out. He kissed my lips lightly and moved faster than ever.
“Oh my god,” I moaned. He took me harder, pounding against me mercilessly.
While he moved, his breathing became ragged. My breasts bounced to his rhythm, and he buried his face in them.
“Lucien,” I whispered. “Oh god.”
“Does that feel good, baby?” he asked, leaning up to whisper in my ear. His arms were wrapped around me. I felt like I was in a cocoon. He was all around me and inside me, completely overwhelming my senses.
I couldn’t answer his question. My orgasm surprised me. I screamed and jerked beneath him, my pleasure overtaking me. I dug my fingernails into his back, and he moaned, still thrusting. I could tell he was close. His movements were more urgent, more insistent.
When he finished, he grunted loudly and his face grew bright red. He collapsed against me, and I could feel his cock throbbing inside of me. It felt amazing. I ran my fingers gently up his sweaty back, trying to slow down my breathing.
“This might hurt a little bit,” he said gently. He pulled out quickly and I gasped. It was painful, but only for a second.
Lucien laid down beside me and pulled me into his chest. I let him hold me while I rested my head on his shoulder. My fingers were busy stroking his chest, and he ran his free hand down to my hips, stroking my skin softly.
“Are you okay?” he asked once our breathing returned to normal. “Was that okay?”
“I’m fine,” I promised. “I’m more than fine. That was better than I imagined.”
“I’m glad,” he whispered, leaning over to place a gentle kiss on my head.
I felt safe lying in his arms. My hair was sprawled out messily around us and I knew my face was flushed, but I didn’t feel self-conscious. Lucien made me feel sexy and confident. Th
e way he looked at me told me he wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. Having sex with him was everything I wanted and more. I’d pictured the moment I would lose my virginity a million times and with Lucien, it was exactly how I dreamed it would be.
Lucien held me closely as the day grew warmer. My skin was burning from the sex and the heat. After a while, we were both sweating and knew it was time to head back to the house. Lucien handed me my clothes and watched me while I got dressed. He had a smile on his face.
“What are you thinking?” I asked.
“You’re just so beautiful,” he said with a laugh. “Sometimes it surprises me.”
His compliment made my stomach fill with butterflies. When we were both dressed, Lucien took my hand and led me back toward the path. We walked in silence, neither of us needing to speak until we reached the house.
We walked into the living room, and I sat down on the couch. Lucien got us each a glass of water and came over to join me. We spent the rest of the afternoon just talking. About our lives, our dreams, everything. I’d never felt so connected to another person before, and I never wanted the connection to end.
“Thank you for today,” I said. “By the lake.”
“You don’t have to thank me,” he said, smiling.
“I do,” I insisted. “You made it special, so thank you.”
Lucien kissed me, his hand stroking my hair softly. When we pulled away, he rested his forehead against mine and sighed deeply.
“God, you’re so damn sexy,” he said with frustration.
“What?” I laughed.
“I can’t even kiss you without getting hard,” he complained.
“Oh?” I said, raising my eyebrows and glancing at his crotch. Sure enough, there was a bulge forming between his legs. I grinned and climbed onto his lap, straddling him. “What would happen if I did this?”
I kissed his neck and grinded against his bulge. He moaned and squeezed my ass, burying his face in my hair.
“You’re killing me, Scarlet,” he breathed.
I kissed his lips hard and fast, pouring every ounce of desire I had into that one kiss. Lucien came alive beneath me. He grabbed me and held me tightly to his body, kissing me back with an intense passion. Without warning, he lifted us both off the couch. My legs were wrapped tightly around him as he carried me up the stairs to his bedroom. We never broke our kiss, not until he threw me backward onto the bed.
Grinning, Lucien climbed on top of me and kissed me again. He tore the clothes from my body without hesitation. My body responded to him immediately. I was wet and ready when he slid inside me. He took me harder this time, knowing I could handle him. My screams were loud and desperate while another orgasm rocked my body.
When we finished, I knew I could do this forever. Lucien was sweet and gentle, but also raw and animalistic. He was everything I imagined and more. My mom told me the characters in my romance novels weren’t real, and I knew she was right. Lucien wasn’t like them. He was better. A real-life Prince Charming. I never wanted the weekend to end.
21
Lucien
One Month Later
After that weekend, Scarlet and I became inseparable. When we weren’t in class or with our other friends, we were together. We spent weekends together and week nights. I found myself shirking my Delta Pi responsibilities in favor of hanging out with her. I barely got the next party of the year planned in time. The guys were frustrated with me, but they didn’t give me a hard time. Only a couple of them knew about Scarlet, and I wanted to keep it that way. Our relationship was private, personal.
I stopped at a coffee shop on the way to class one day. It was Professor Davidson’s class, the one I had with Scarlet, and I wanted to get us each some caffeine to help us stay awake. We’d spent the weekend together and neither of us had recovered. Mondays were always hard, but after a few days with Scarlet, they were damn near impossible. My entire body protested waking up in the morning, and I had to drag myself through the day. Coffee was a must.
Stepping up to the counter, I ordered mine and Scarlet’s usual. I paid, then stepped aside to wait for the drinks to be made. While I waited, I noticed Adam walk in. He saw me, and I waved him over. We hadn’t talked much lately. Between classes and Scarlet, I was too busy.
“Hey man,” Adam said. “Where have you been lately?”
“Just around,” I said with a shrug. “Things are insane this year, you know?”
He nodded. “Yeah, that party was awesome the other night, though. You did a hell of a job planning it.”
I grinned. “Thanks. Next month’s will be even better. I’ve already started thinking of ideas.”
“I’m sure,” Adam said. “Can’t wait.”
The barista called out my name and placed two cups on the counter. I smiled my thanks and grabbed the cups. When I turned back to Adam, he was frowning at the drinks in my hand.
“Coffee much?” he asked.
“One’s for Scarlet,” I said. “We have a class together this morning.”
“Oh,” Adam said with a nod. “Scarlet.”
“Yup.”
Adam was eyeing me closely. He knew something was up with Scarlet and me, but he didn’t know the details. Of all the Delta brothers, I trusted Adam the most. We’d been best friends since freshman year, and I knew I could tell him stuff. Still, I wasn’t ready to tell him everything about Scarlet.
“So,” Adam said. “You’re still seeing her?”
I nodded. “Yeah, why?”
“No reason,” Adam said evasively, but his eyes said something different. I tried to keep my defensive nature at bay, but it was hard. The judgmental expression on his face irritated me.
“What is it?” I demanded. “Just spit it out, man. I don’t have time for this.”
“I just don’t think you should be seeing her,” Adam said finally.
“Why not?” I asked.
“Look,” Adam began. “I know this is going to make me sound like a dick, but I’m your best friend. It’s my job to tell you the truth.”
“And what’s the truth?” I pressed.
“Scarlet isn’t the kind of girl you need to be messing around with,” Adam said firmly. “Lucien, I know you. I know how you are and this girl, she’s sweet and innocent. She’s naïve. You’re just going to break her heart. Do you really want to put her through that?”
“I’m not going to break her heart,” I snapped. “And she’s not as innocent as you think.”
“Maybe not anymore,” Adam said pointedly. “But she’s too innocent to be played by you.”
I stared at Adam blankly. My irritation was quickly turning into anger, and I didn’t want to start yelling in the middle of the coffee shop.
“Who the hell do you think you are, man?” I said, keeping my voice low. “This is none of your damn business.”
“Maybe not,” Adam admitted. “But I wouldn’t be a very good friend if I didn’t tell you what I think.”
“What?” I demanded. “You think I’m not good enough for her?”
“It’s not about being good enough,” Adam said. “It’s about being serious enough. I saw this girl, okay? I know the way she looks at you. She wants something real, something serious. She isn’t looking to just fuck for a while and then part ways. She’s falling for you.”
I knew Adam was right, but I’d never thought of Scarlet’s feelings as a bad thing before. In fact, I hadn’t really thought much about it at all. We were just having so much fun together that I never took the time to worry about anything else.
“It’s not just about her,” Adam continued. “Is this really what you want? To be tied down during your senior year?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “But I like her, man.”
“I know you do,” Adam nodded. “And that’s great. I’m just saying, you need to make sure this is really what you want. Because, if you don’t, you’re going to destroy her and yourself.”
“I gotta go,” I said. “Class is abou
t to start.”
“Look,” Adam said. “I didn’t mean to bust on you, okay? I’m just looking out for you.”
“I know,” I said. “No worries.”
With that, I turned and left the coffee shop. The coffees were warm in my hands as I walked to class. It wasn’t far, but the walk was long enough for my mind to wander. I replayed Adam’s words in my head, wondering if he was right.
At first, I was pissed. What right did Adam have to tell me how to live? He didn’t know anything about me and Scarlet. We were great together and nothing else mattered. So what if she was falling for me? What did that matter? If anything, that just made what we had more important. Besides, I wasn’t the kind of guy to break her heart. Was I?
As I stepped into the classroom, I instinctively looked around for Scarlet’s hair. She was always easy to spot, a bright red head in a sea of blondes and brunettes. Like always, I smiled when I saw her and hurried to join her. I slid into my usual seat and handed her the coffee.
“Thank you,” she said. “I was seriously craving some caffeine.”
“I figured,” I said. I tried to keep my smile, but it was hard. My conversation with Adam was still running on a loop in my brain.
“This weekend was fun,” Scarlet said teasingly as she leaned closer to me. She kissed my cheek gently and waited for me to turn my head. I knew she wanted a real kiss, but I couldn’t bring myself to deliver. I felt awkward and uncomfortable just sitting beside her.
Scarlet sat back in her seat once class began. She kept glancing at me with a frown on her face, but she didn’t speak, and neither did I. I didn’t know what to say. How could I explain to her what just happened with Adam? She wouldn’t understand his concern, and if she did, she would just dismiss it. Scarlet had a way of ignoring things she didn’t like. It might have been her naïveté or just her desire to be happy, but either way, it sometimes got in the way of reality.
