by L. J. Dee
“You are so fucking beautiful, Jessica,” he said, making my heart flip, taking his time to undress me slowly as he moved on top of me, unbuttoning my blouse to reveal my black silk bra, dropping it to the floor before dipping his hands beneath me to unzip my skirt. He slid it tantalisingly down my legs as I squirmed impatiently beneath him.
My breathing was heavy and my skin was flushed as I watched him, not quite able to believe this was actually happening. I was finally alone with my beautiful boss, his own arousal straining against his designer black pants that he discarded with an efficiency I could only marvel at. He was staring at me intently; drinking in the sight of me lay before him in my underwear. Lucas was in charge now and I craved his leadership.
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” he whispered, leaning forward and filling me with a new surge of confidence as I wrapped my fingers in his hair, moaning deeply at the feel of his lips against my throat.
He hooked his fingers beneath the silk of my bra, grazing a thumb over my swollen nipple, nibbling deliciously on the sensitive skin in the apex of my neck and I was already lost, drowning in the awakening of sensation too long lost to me.
Since that first night we’d met I’d dreamt of that mouth on mine, teasing my body and my nipples as he trailed his way gently back to my mouth, sucking my skin and nipping my bottom lip with his teeth before claiming me in a kiss that was beyond possessive. Lucas Hunter owned me right now, my flesh singing that I was his to take; running my fingers over that smooth taut skin, desperate for him on top of me, inside of me, but this glorious man was in no hurry.
He removed my bra, pulling it loose as my breasts sprang free, caressing and pinching my nipples hard, sending a message of lust straight to the very centre of my being as I moaned beneath him. “These are even more incredible than I envisaged,” he whispered against my ear, intensifying my arousal as he ran his fingers softly over the curves, heaving in anticipation beneath his touch.
He was holding back, savouring me and groaning, a deep carnal sound that I felt in my core as he took my nipples into his mouth, sucking and licking as the buds hardened even further on his tongue, responding to my need and it had taken over now, absorbing me completely as I cried out loud.
“Please Lucas, I can’t wait,” I breathed, needing him, lost in desire, feeling the length of his erection pressing against my thigh. I didn’t need to see it to know Lucas Hunter was huge. I could feel it, every inch of it, hot, hard and demanding against me.
There was another low moan from deep in his throat as he moved his fingers to trace the outline of my pussy through my saturated panties and I gasped out loud, my face heated from a heady mix of desire and shame at how wet I already was for him.
The smoothness of the silk and the pressure of his touch exploded against my clit as I cried out loud. He responded by kissing his way down my body, taking my nipples gently between his teeth on his tantalising journey, continuing the delicious descent across my stomach, forcing my legs further apart as he trailed his lips across the inside of my thighs.
I moaned at the sensitive contact, relishing the exquisite touch, and struggling to still my thighs that were squirming in response as his mouth found the soft silk of my most private self. I could feel his hot breath through the flimsy fabric as he ran that expert tongue across the outline of my pussy and I was drowning, engulfed in total pleasure.
“So beautiful,” he whispered, hooking his fingers under the silk and pulling it slowly over my legs, wet from my juices and his tongue, and I had never felt so needy or painfully aroused.
He paused, taking in the sight of me fully naked, his eyes hooded with a predatory, lustful mist, his breathing almost as hard as my own as he caught my gaze and smiled lightly. “You look sensational, lay out like that and ready for me,” he said in a low deep growl as I licked my lips, eager for another taste of him. “But I need to get you ready for this first,” he groaned, releasing his magnificent cock as I just stared, open mouthed and swallowing hard.
Oh my God, he was beautiful. I’d thought I could imagine it, but I hadn’t. The fantasy had been nothing like the perfection I saw in that moment, his huge shaft, glistening with pre cum. Lucas Hunter was all man in every sense of the word, his low chuckle telling me that he was reading my thoughts as I finally lifted my eyes to meet his.
“As desperate as I am to fuck you, Jessica, I don’t want to hurt you,” he said as I giggled softly, looking around the room at the implements adorning the walls. “Not yet, anyway,” he winked as my heart stopped in my chest and I swallowed hard against the pure sex that dripped from his words. From the steel of his cock, he looked just as excited as I was, only he wasn’t quite the same shuddering wreck, already the verge of begging.
“You are so fucking responsive, so incredible. I want to take you, Jess, and make you mine, ruin you so you remember who it is that you need,” he said, the threat in his voice dripping with purpose that fired me up to a whole new level. Every time I didn’t think it could get any hotter or any more intense, it did and I was delirious at the thought.
I wanted him to unleash every ounce of the raging testosterone flowing through those bulging veins and show me what I’d missed. Lucas Hunter could ruin me, probably destroy me and devastate me, trash my senses and bring down my will. But at this moment it was a devastation that I craved like no other.
He bent, trailing soft, firm kisses up my thighs, running his thumb slowly across my folds and clit as I cried out in ecstasy. His naked touch was even softer than the silk and whether I could take him or not, I had to try. I was soaking and swollen and when his lips met his thumb I was drowning in perfect pleasure, unable to comprehend the myriad of signals invading my brain.
“Oh God,” I cried, my hips gyrating involuntarily, dancing to Lucas’s tune and meeting his tongue as I ran my fingers through his soft hair, pushing him further into me. There was no self control now. I was lost to desire, crying out with abandon.
“Fuck you taste good,” he growled, opening me with his fingers, circling my clit with his tongue. I had fallen into a bliss so deep and so new to me, raw pleasure building in my core as wave after wave tore through me in a blinding white light, rendering me incapable of thought, absorbing the feelings Lucas had just released. I cried his name, over and over again as my body basked in the beautiful, pure haze of ecstasy that ran from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.
“You look so fucking sexy when you come, and I can think of so many ways I’d like to see it happen,” Lucas spoke gently against my lips, absorbing my cries as he moved his weight on top of me, kissing me hard. I could taste myself on him as he explored my mouth, the scent of my sex on his lips as he stopped briefly, sheathing himself as I gasped again.
“You’re ready for me now,” he said, standing and pulling me gently down the bed as he slid the solid head of his erection against my wet folds.
“Yes,” I gasped, desperate and nervous, crying out as he thrust inside me, breaking through my resistance before stilling himself momentarily.
“You feel so fucking tight, baby, so good,” he said as I moaned out loud; those firm deep thrusts, hot and satisfying, filling every inch of me like a physical, sensational reward. Lucas Hunter had been worth the wait.
I relished the sight of that glorious body, that masculine V and the perfect six pack flexing as he powered into me, but I needed to touch him now, wanting him closer. He was in charge, but I held out my arms in an open gesture, running my fingers over the dark sheen of hair that graced his perfect forearms as he stilled momentarily, easing towards me. Our bodies merged in a perfect bonding, joined in the centre as a powerful surge of joy ran through my veins.
I ran my hands over his muscular back, broad and strong; absorbing the blissful feelings Lucas was awakening and moaning beneath him as he took me in slow, gentle thrusts, stretching me enough to accommodate him. I wanted harder, faster, sinking into abandonment as my hips bucked wildly beneath him, revelling i
n the hot hard kisses he was showering across my neck and my lips. His body was hard, his mouth soft and the contrast was explosive.
“Oh Sir, I want more,” I cried, unashamed in my wantonness as I felt him still momentarily, groaning as he thrust again, hitting my limits until there was nowhere left to go, forcing the air from my body as I panted and gasped beneath him.
“Okay?” he whispered against me as I moaned my approval, my vocal need spurring him on. “Fuck, baby,” he cried, moving harder and deeper, possessing my body and filling me with a warmth I’d long since forgotten and was desperate to keep. My body was attuned to his in a way I’d never known, slick with perspiration as I wrapped my arms and legs tightly around him, pulling him into me as tightly as I could.
The blissful waves began to build again, lighting up my very core with ecstasy and I was lost as he powered into me. There was no control now, just raw primal hungry need and I cried out as my whole body shook, pulsing and squeezing his cock until I almost couldn’t breathe, calling out his name as he stilled.
“Oh baby, I can’t hold back, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned from deep in his throat as he shuddered above me, filling me with everything he had before we collapsed together, joined in a powerful moment that touched my heart, body and soul.
Crap, I was in trouble now. That had done nothing but raise my need for Lucas Hunter to a whole new level.
He pulled himself out of me slowly as I winced slightly, rolling over and discarding the condom before pulling me into his chest. “That was incredible,” I whispered.
“Yes, it was,” he smiled blowing out a huge breath and I couldn’t help but giggle at the look on his face.
“What are you laughing at?” he asked, kissing me as he held my gaze, his eyes playful, alive and vibrant as he regarded me closely.
“You sound surprised,” I said quietly, which was met with a quirked eyebrow and a low chuckle.
“That’s not how I usually fuck, sweetheart. Something told me it would be different with you,” he smiled, filling my head with a million questions, but now was not the time to look for answers. There were more pressing matters.
“So what now?” I asked, looking up at him, wondering where the hell we went from here.
“I’ll give you a ride back to work,” he smiled, pulling me closer, “although I’m not sure I’m quite done here,” he said as I flushed and grinned. I was undeniably giddy with lust and euphoria, my brain unable to believe what had happened, while the ache through my limbs was assuring me it had.
“You can’t take me back to work, my boss just fired me,” I said as he frowned, gazing down at me and obviously giving the whole work thing some consideration. He stroked my hair gently and I nestled against him, revelling in the heat and hardness of his body as I curled myself around him. I hadn’t expected this closeness. This was intimacy at its very best and as intoxicating and addicting as the man himself.
I should be panicking, wondering if I’d screwed up, ruined my chance and made a huge mistake, but I wasn’t. Close against the hot, hard chest of Lucas, everything felt right. I just hoped I’d feel the same way tomorrow when I was alone in my own bed and unemployed.
“Come into the office tomorrow, I have a proposition for you,” he said as I gazed up at him, but his face was set in that unreadable line. I wouldn’t get any more right now. “Tonight I will send a questionnaire to your personal email address. Study it, complete it and return it back to me,” he said firmly as I frowned slightly, wondering what the hell it would entail and mesmerised at how he’d flicked back to his serious self already.
My eyes wandered momentarily to the floor, noticing the tie he’d used to bind me lying there. I picked it up and faced him, playing with it in my hands and holding it out in my open palms. It was a silent invitation and I could tell from the small smile that tickled his lips that he understood.
“What were you planning to do with this?” I asked as he took the strip of silk fabric, smiling down at me. I didn’t move my outstretched arms.
“This,” he said smoothly, threading the tie gently around my wrists and I could see his arousal growing, mirroring my own. He tightened its grip, his eyes never leaving mine as he secured my wrists, forcing my arms above my head and securing them to the slats as he raked a hungry gaze down my shivering body.
I gasped, flooded with a new anxiety and excitement as his erection grew strong, standing before me and sheathing it in a condom from his trouser pocket before discarding them on a nearby chair. His eyes were absorbing every inch of me, watching me and assessing me. “You look beautiful,” he said, holding that delicious cock as he moved on top of me, kissing me hungrily.
“This will be hard and it will be fast, Jessica,” he said aggressively, forcing the breath from my lungs as he thrust inside me. This time there was no foreplay just raw carnal frenzied fucking. He wasn’t soft or tender, but brutal and animalistic and it was exhilarating.
I screamed out in ecstasy as he drove himself inside me. “Oh God, Sir,” I cried and in minutes I was drowning again. My nerves were on fire for him, burning with pleasure and I needed Lucas right now. I wanted him to possess my body, to own me and take me over the edge with him. I wanted to see the pleasure on his face with each glorious thrust as he devoured me with his eyes, his lips and his expert tongue.
It was unbridled passion and it was as new to me as every other sensation that Lucas was creating. The pulsing between my thighs was growing in intensity with every skilful movement of that incredible cock, relishing the need on his face, reflecting my own desire.
His eyes were burning bright blue, large pupils as black as coal and those soft lips groaning with exquisite need as I brought him closer and closer to his release. When his gaze pierced mine and I felt firm fingers through my hair, protecting my head as he powered inside my body, my nerves exploded and I came apart beneath him.
He stilled above me, cursing through clenched teeth, emptying himself inside me as I clamped my thighs around him, tied and bound for his pleasure and I had loved every second of it.
Knowing I could have the same effect on Lucas, as he had on me, was heady and exhilarating, filling me with such a rush, I knew I had to feel this again. I felt powerful and sexy and it was the most thrilling and dynamic experience I’d ever had.
He kissed me gently, untying me and releasing my wrists, rubbing the circulation back into the red grooves where his tie had been as I lay there, quietly gazing up at him. I smiled gently as he smiled back, overwhelmed with a sudden surge of affection as I watched him remove the condom and dress again.
“You are something else,” he said, bending to kiss me as I lay there in a euphoric afterglow that was indescribable, unable to speak or move. From his fixed expression, I assumed he wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. But I’d never experienced anything like it. Lucas had stolen my breath away.
“You okay?” he asked as I nodded. I wasn’t okay, I was ecstatic, flooded with emotion, happy and dazed and utterly besotted with the man who was standing over me. I couldn’t express how I felt at that moment, even if I wanted to, and slowly sat up as he perched on the side of the bed and pulled me into his arms.
I wanted to cry with the sudden onslaught of feelings. It wasn’t sadness, it was excitement, happiness and anticipation of what might be to come, but I knew I couldn’t. I needed to hold this together and not get carried away. It had been over five years since I’d felt the touch of a man and my head was all over the fucking place.
“Thank you, Lucas,” I said quietly as he held me, tipping my chin up with a finger as he looked deeply into my glazed eyes, laughing gently.
“Believe me, baby, the pleasure was all mine,” he grinned and I moved to dress myself before I pulled him back on to the bed again. He had stirred something that had slept within me for far too long and now I couldn’t get enough.
“I don’t know what happens now, Lucas, but I just wanted to say that you were worth the wait,” I smiled as he watched m
e curiously.
“It’s you that kept me waiting, lady,” he smirked. I’d been talking about the five years, but that would require an explanation and all manner of facts that I wasn’t prepared to divulge.
“Can I give you a ride?” he asked, kissing the top of my head as I bit my lip to stifle my grin.
“You just did,” I smiled as he laughed and I shook my head. “I have stuff to do on the way home.”
“Okay, Cinderella,” he chuckled gently and with that he was gone.
Jesus Christ, whatever had just happened, there was nothing surer on this earth than I wanted it to happen again, and as I made my way home I couldn’t remove the huge grin that was plastered all over my face.
My dreams had been one thing. The reality of Lucas Hunter had been something else entirely and I was already a little bit addicted.
CHAPTER 13
“You look happy,” Chas grinned as I all but skipped into the house. I’d wondered on the way back whether or not to tell her, but I could never hide something this big. She’d know instantly.
“I got fired today,” I laughed as she stared at me slack jawed and I could almost see the cogs of her brain whirling as she tried to work out exactly what this meant. She was stunned into silence, and I knew that she didn’t quite believe what I was saying. “You said no nookie with the boss, Chas. Well, hey, what do you know, he’s not my boss anymore,” I grinned as her jaw fell even further.
“Oh no you didn’t,” she screamed as a grin of realisation spread across her face and she slapped both hands across her mouth in utter shock.
“Oh yes I did,” I laughed as she grabbed my elbow and pulled me into the kitchen, shutting the door quickly.
“I want to know everything. Start to finish, spare no detail,” she laughed as I filled her in on the events of the day and she stared at me in dumbfounded shock.
“Way to go, Sis,” she said before her smile faded slightly. “But now he’s had you, do you think he’ll follow through on this proposition he mentioned?” she asked suddenly. The thought hadn’t even crossed my mind that he wouldn’t, but Chas knew men a whole lot better than I did.
