Her breath hitched as it slipped into his mouth. Luc twirled his tongue around the finger several times before sucking it in. He released it with a loud pop, and Iris felt her need for him pool in her panties.
When she reached out for the syrup again, Luc grabbed her wrist and yanked her forward.
"Oh thank God," she said before crashing her mouth to his.
Neither could contain the connection building between them.
"Tell me you bought it for me," Luc said, as he yanked the nighty over her head.
"Yes," Iris admitted as she stood mostly naked. "I bought it for you. I bought all of them for you."
Luc groaned and latched onto a nipple. He twirled it gently and then nipped the sensitive flesh.
Iris threw her head back in pleasure. He nibbled and soothed the tender flesh.
This time she was going to get her hand on more of him if it killed her. She slipped her hand under the t-shirt and pushed up. Luc lifted his head to toss it aside, only to return to his task. Iris ran her hands along the ridges and across his pecs. As she passed his nipples, she dragged her nails lightly. He hissed at the contact. She did it again and looked down to watch him sucking on her nipple. When she did it again, he bit her. And another time, when she tried it again.
When she went for a fourth time, he growled and picked her up. She felt him reach the bed and then she was falling. Bouncing twice, she tried to get her head clear. But Luc was having none of that.
Just as quickly, he had ripped her panties off and kissed up the inside of her thigh. When he came to her center, he swiped his tongue down the slit.
"Like honey." He hummed.
Again, he delved between her lips and slipped his tongue back and forth. Every time he came close to her clit, Iris arched off the bed. Getting so very close each time and yet not touching. The frustration was driving her mad, and every time she gave a huff of irritation, it made him want to prolong it even more.
Finally, when he knew she couldn't take any more, Luc pressed his mouth firmly on her clit and sucked. She screamed her release as juices flooded his chin.
Luc lapped at her more. Iris wasn't sure she could handle any more if he kept on hitting her clit. And then, that feeling subsided and she was shoving his head firmly onto her. He speared her as she ground into him.
"Luc, no." She tried to pull him up. "Please, I need you in me."
Luc stopped and looked up at her.
"Please."
They were both still until Luc stood up and took off all his clothes.
Earlier she hadn't really gotten a good read on his girth but whatever she might have thought had been dead wrong.
Iris sat up to have a closer look. When she was nearly even with his cock, she stuck out her tongue and licked the slit. Luc groaned and tried to pull away, but the firm grasp on his ass prevented him from moving back.
Iris pressed on and slipped the head into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head, savoring the salty taste that was all his. Slowly, she pulled him in, using as much suction from her mouth as she could. Luc moved his hands to her head and moved in time with her.
Twice, he seemed very close to coming and quickly pulled back. On the third time, she looked up at him with his dick still firmly in her mouth.
“Baby, you’ve got to stop. I’m about ready to lose my mind.”
Iris gave him a wicked grin.
“Please. I want to be inside you.”
And with those simple words, the teasing was over.
Iris pulled him from her mouth with a pop.
His firm hands yanked her onto her back as Luc’s hungry mouth left a wet trail along her body. Iris extended her neck in order to give him better access.
Having his body flush against hers was driving her insane. Iris writhed beneath him. Relishing the way their skin rubbed together.
Luc reached across the bed and grabbed a condom out of the nightstand.
When it was on, he positioned himself at her opening.
Keeping his eyes on her, he inched himself slowly in.
Iris gasped at the size. It had been a few years, but Luc was more than she had ever had before.
He worked his way in until he was fully seated in her pussy.
She was like a vice around him, and he worried that maybe he was pushing her too quickly. It wasn’t until she started to buck again him that he even tried to move. Slowly he pulled out and then slid back in. He did this several more times when nails bit into his ass.
“If you don’t start moving like you mean it, I’m going to take over.”
Iris slammed herself upwards onto him. Luc groaned and gripped her ass cheeks to keep slamming into her.
Iris ran her finger over her clit and then slipped her fingers on either side of him as he slipped into her. Luc seemed to like this since he doubled his efforts.
Suddenly, she was empty and he was flipping her over, ass sticking up.
With this angle, he was able to go in even deeper than before. Iris moaned when he filled her up completely and stayed there.
Once again she vigorously rubbed her clit with her finger. To keep up with the motion, she started thrusting back hard on Luc, sinking him even further in.
“Oh you really push my limits.” Luc moaned when she pressed back again.
Peering over her shoulder, she made eye contact. “So forget the limits.”
Luc groaned again as he took a firm hold on her hips. This time there were no limits. He had let go and was going at it with everything he had. The sound of flesh slapping and moaning filled the air.
Iris felt her eyes roll back as she crested into an orgasm. Intense and rolling and never ending. Somewhere in the middle of it, Luc cried out and slammed into her one last time.
The two slumped forward, still connected.
After some time, Luc placed small kisses along her back.
“That was so…” He fumbled for the right words and rolled off her.
“Yeah, it was.” Iris turned her head to smile at him.
Luc popped off the bed to dispose of the condom and then snuggled back up to Iris. He pulled her back flush against him and threw an arm over her side.
“You good?” He squeezed her against him.
“Hummm, more than good.” Iris snuggled down and drifted off.
Chapter Seven
Iris was deliciously warm when her fog-addled brain tried to process what was going on.
Luc rubbed between her folds, hitting her clit in just the right way to make her slick for him. He cradled her close to him as he continued to stroke her clit with the head.
Iris rolled her head back and shivered when he traced the length of her neck with open-mouthed kisses. He sucked on her collar and then nipped the skin. She pushed back against him, forcing him to hit her clit again.
A calloused hand slid up her naked stomach to her breast. She spilled over the sides of his finger and hoped that he liked them a little on the large side. He slipped through her folds at a steady pace and she forgot her concerns.
Luc alternated between breasts, squeezing the weight and then rolling the nipples between his fingers. When he started flicking them quickly, he felt her arch and understood the urgency behind it.
In one swift move, he was in her, fully seated. She gasped at the sudden fullness. Luc scraped his teeth down the side of her neck and felt her heartbeat jumping there. Knowing she was so affected by him had him slamming into her with a few short thrusts.
Iris groaned in frustration. Luc was going to kill her at this rate. Either he moved faster or…Iris stopped. She had never tried to take charge, but the idea made her clit throb and nipples ache.
Rolling away, Iris quickly pinned him to the bed and straddled him. By the surprised expression, Iris guessed her hadn’t expected her to do that. She gave a devilish smile. Good. It was nice to do something unexpected once in a while.
Iris slid him deep into her and marveled at how far he was able to go. So different. She linked
fingers with him and rocked up and down. Before long, she was bouncing with all her might. Occasionally peeking down to watch the beautiful way, he writhed beneath her. Beads of sweat rolled down his neck and perspiration made his skin glow. Her nipples ached to brush against his chest.
She unlinked their hands and ran her fingers across his abs and up to the hair at the back of his neck. Leaning over, she savored the new angle and the sensation of her nipples rubbing against something.
Luc reached up and grabbed onto her hips. She felt so warm and tight. With her leaning over, he was able to slam into her until there was nothing between her and him.
Feeling their approach toward the end, Iris moved her hands to cup both sides of his face. Luc strained to keep eye contact as the first spurts of his orgasm coated her. She gently kissed his lips and rubbed her thumb along the side of the scar as she squeezed him in her own release.
Quietly, they panted and tried to regain some sense.
“Shit.” Luc quickly lifted her off and moved out of the way.
“What’s the matter?” She bit her lip and tried to get him to look her in the eye. “I wasn’t…I wasn’t too rough, right?”
“I came.” Luc stared at him bewildered. “I came inside you.”
“Oh.” Her eyes went wide with shock. “Oh! Oh, um. Hummm.”
Iris jumped up and ran to the bathroom. After she had wiped herself clean, she thought about the implications. It wasn’t as if she was so young the idea scared her. It wouldn’t be ideal, and she had always planned on being married but, well, the idea wasn’t too crazy.
Iris sighed. What ever happened, she would deal. They would deal. He might not be ready, but she could count on him. For the first time, she had seen a real flash into him and was desperate to see more.
When she came out, the room was empty. The clock on the side of the bed read 8:30. Quickly, she slipped on shorts and a shirt.
She found him in a very homey kitchen. Two mugs in hand and fully dressed.
“I thought you might like a cup before we go.” He handed her the mug with a little cream and sugar. Seems he had paid attention the last morning.
“Go?” Iris took a sip and tried to calm her heart.
“You’ve got a shop to put together, and I’ve some bikes to work on.” He shifted his gaze to outside the window.
“Okay,” she said slowly. “So do you want to meet up for lunch later?”
He winced. “Meeting with the guys.”
The room went silent.
When he turned she wasn’t there, but he could hear her in the bedroom.
This is for the best, he thought.
She was too much like Victoria. It was too close. What if he had gotten her pregnant? Thoughts raced through his mind and he nearly threw-up. This was just too much for one person to deal with.
He turned back around when he heard her bag rustle into the kitchen. Iris dropped the bags and tossed back the steaming brew. When she was finished, she slammed the mug on the counter.
“You know what your problem is?”
Luc arched an eyebrow.
“You are a fucking pussy.”
He nearly swallowed his tongue at the statement.
“I’m a what?”
“You think you’re the only to be hurt in life? Grow up. So your ex was a bitch who only cared about looks. Her loss! She’s the one who missed out on a wonderful person.” Iris shouted and had to take a few breaths to get out the rest.
“The first sign of anything real and you run.” She took a step closer and pointed at him. “You know this could be something real. You’re so busy trying to find ways to make me into her that you’re blind to how much I’m not.” She took another step and was nearly on him. “I make one movement acknowledging your scar and you’re ready to cut and run.”
Iris stared at him so hard he had to look out the window. He felt like such scum. She had been right. He was looking for reasons, but this was best for her. He was damaged.
She sighed and went to collect her bags.
“If anything happens,” he ran his hand through his hair, “I’ll take care of my responsibility.”
Iris whirled around and slammed the mug against the wall on the other side of the room, her face, red with rage.
“Responsibility? I’m offering you a chance at life and that’s all you’ve got? It might not always be perfect or fun, but it’s real.” She threw her hands up and bent to collect her things. “But whatever. You keep living in the past and responsibilities.” She gestured toward the living room. “You seem to have made quite the home there.”
And with that, she was gone.
Chapter Eight
Luc sat at the bar sulking. It had been three weeks, and she still wouldn’t talk to him. To top it off, anytime he came into the bar, Sarah wouldn’t serve him, so Jake had to do it. He looked off to the left only to catch her giving him the stink eye. He sighed. He had it coming really.
“No luck?” Jake handed him a bottle and leaned in with a bottle of his own.
Luc shook his head.
“I just don’t know what to do. I’ve called nearly every day. Pan threatened castration if I called again. Sent over flowers every day but keep getting the same reply. ‘Wrong.’” He scrubbed his hands over his face. “I really fucked this up. She was just so good and perfect and now she hates me. Aw, hell. I just kept thinking how much it hurt though and couldn’t seem to get past it.” He gave a bitter laugh. “She was right though. Been living in the past. Can’t seem to concentrate at work, so I redecorated the whole house.” Luc shrugged. “Got to stop holding on to the wrong things and focus on the right ones.”
He started to drown his sorrows when he felt a hand push the bottle back down.
Pan came to sit next him.
“She doesn’t hate you,” she said with a sigh.
“Pan!” Sarah whispered harshly.
“What!? She’s just as fucking miserable as this dick is and for some damn reason, she wants him.” Pan turned to him. “I’m her sister. Not only that, I’m the only family she’s got. So this gives me special insight, and I’m about to put some trust in you, so you better not let me down, or I’ll give you a lesson as to how hot a tail pipe can actually get. Got it?”
Luc nodded like a school boy.
“You’re getting it all wrong,” she said.
Luc gripped the counter. “I know. I’ve tried everything, but it doesn’t seem to be working.”
“No, dumbass. You’re getting the wrong flowers.” She sighed dramatically. “It seriously never occurred to you that a girl with a flower name might put special meaning with the actual flower?”
It was like the wind had been knocked out of him.
“So do you know her favorite?”
“Yes, but where would be the fun in telling?” Pan grinned and went to chat with Sarah.
“Mind if I use your computer?” Luc asked.
Jake grinned. “Have at it.”
An hour later Luc returned to the bar and slid onto the stool next to Pan.
“Can you do me a favor?” Pan raised an eyebrow. “Just drive her by my house tomorrow.”
“Oh, so you think you have it?”
“Of course.” He smiled and made his way toward the bar. “Bring her by at one.”
“She’s not going to make it easy,” Pan called.
Luc stopped. “I’m sure she won’t, but I somehow get the feeling you wouldn’t have a problem lying to get her over there.”
As Luc walked out, he could hear Pan laughing.
***
“I don’t know why I have to go to the store with you. I already told you I’m not feeling so great.” Iris sulked in the passenger side of Pan’s car. Not only was it a million years old, but it smelled like musty oil. The smell made her want to gag.
“Oh stop being such a baby. A little morning sickness never killed anyone.” Iris winced. The whole baby thing had been taboo since she found out a few days ago. It all seemed so s
urreal.
“So, have you told him?”
Iris shot her a glare. “No.”
“Oh come on. It’s not like the guy hasn’t tried.”
“He can’t even figure out my favorite flower. What’s the point?”
“Well, I guess you’re about to find out.”
The car jerked to a stop and Pan raced out toward the shop.
Iris could feel the panic rising up as she sat outside his house.
She wanted to run to him. To kick him. To kiss him.
This was just all too much. And then it got worse. A tap came on her side of the glass and when she looked up, he was standing on the other side.
Iris couldn’t contain the laugh that bubbled up when she looked at him. Smudges of dirt from head to foot.
Luc pulled the door open and stepped back.
“What happened to you? Did you get into a fight with a plant?”
Luc grinned at her good humor. “Something like that.”
God how she wanted to hate him, but there was just something about him. He held out his hand, and she took it to get out of the car.
“So I suppose this was your planning?” she said with a twinkle in her eye.
“Don’t think Pan made it easy on me.” He winced. “I’ve heard castration more times than I ever wanted to.”
Iris once again laughed. It had been so long she suddenly felt lighter from it.
“So,” he slowed down the walk, “I’ve been wrong. In more ways than one. And, well, I wanted to show you that I do know you.” He stopped and took her hand. “You were right. We do have something, and I’m sorry I was so afraid. What you were offering was just so wonderful. Almost too wonderful.”
Luc stopped walking and took her other hand.
“I just want you to know that I’m still worth trying with.”
He turned her to look at the yard. Nearly every inch was covered with crocuses, the small delicate flowers creating a canvas of color on the lawn.
Iris nearly fell to the ground. There was only so much emotional overload she could handle. Her knees began to shake and just as she thought she would fall, strong arms wrapped around her middle.
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