Loving Lucas

by Lily Ryan

  Lucas carries me from the kitchen into the bedroom. He lays me down on the bed and climbs in next to me. Leaning on his elbow, his other hand rests on my stomach.

  How is he so controlled? So composed?

  He remains still a moment as his eyes rake over my body, soaking me in with fire in his eyes. I don’t know why he’s hesitating. Is it because of me? Am I not sending him the signal that I want to be fucked like there’s no tomorrow?

  Lucas’s hand moves gently over my stomach, his fingertips barely brush the visible areas of my skin. I want to feel them stroke me lower. I move his hand between my legs, close my eyes and shudder at his touch.

  His hand moves back up my stomach, and slides under my shirt. I arch my back, why won’t he touch me the way I want him to? The way I need him to?

  I sit up and pull the shirt over my head, leaving me in nothing but the lace thong I wore last night. I focus on his eyes hoping to find approval and desire in them.

  Although he wears a cocky, triumphant look on his face, his eyes are still ablaze.

  “You want to get fucked don’t you?”

  “Yes.”

  I reach for his hard cock and stroke it over his sweat pants.

  “Is that what you want, Liv? My cock?” Lucas asks, as his lips close around my hardened nipple.

  “Yes,” I answer, not recognizing the desperate need in my voice.

  “I’ve waited so long for you.”

  He moves my thong over and rubs his hand over my bare pussy.

  “You’re so soft, Olivia. So wet,” he says, slipping his fingers between my slick folds and then stroking the little nub at the apex of my thighs.

  “Tell me what you want,” he whispers.

  “I want to feel you …” I stop speaking as his warm tongue licks my lips. My neck. My nipples.

  “Tell me,” he demands, taking my clitoris between his fingers. He switches off, lightly pinching it, tapping it, and pulling it gently. Running his fingers along the length. It feels so good. I whimper.

  “Do you like this?” he asks before playing with my nipple in his mouth the way his fingers play with my clit.

  “Yes.”

  “You want more?”

  “Yes, please.”

  “You need to convince me you want it. Convince me you want me.”

  “Please, Lucas. Please. Please!”

  My body quakes as I approach orgasm. He’s working my clitoris faster, changing things up, and turning the sexual need up ten notches.

  I’ve never felt like this. I’ve never been this ready to give someone full control of my body. I don’t care what he does to me or how he does it, as long as he gets me over that peak.

  “Oh, God, Lucas, please fuck me!”

  I find, not only am I ready to dive off a cliff, I’m ready to jump from thirty thousand feet in the air without a parachute. I don’t care. All I care about is the feeling of ecstasy overpowering everything else at this moment.

  Chapter 26

  Lucas

  Fuck self-control.

  I reach in my draw and pull a foil packet from it. Olivia pulls my sweatpants down my legs, freeing my cock. I wonder if she can feel it throb in her grip.

  I tear the corner of the package, but before I can slip the condom on, Olivia’s mouth slides down my length. I close my eyes, enjoying the feel of her mouth on me. Her tongue circles around my head and flicks over my most sensitive part while her hand pumps my shaft.

  I imagined this so many times. Jerked off daily since we met, pretending it was her getting me off. Now she’s here, and she’s so fucking good at sucking cock I’m afraid I’m going to lose control.

  Nothing could’ve prepared me for this. For how good she feels. My fingers get lost in her hair.

  “Liv, you’re amazing,” I manage to say, “But if you want me to fuck you, you need to stop because I’m not going to last.”

  Olivia gives one final suck and lick before pulling back with a salacious-come-get-me look in her eyes. I flip her over on her back, roll the condom on and bend her legs toward her chest.

  On my knees, I position myself at her opening and press inside. I move slow, inching my way deeper into her giving her tight pussy a chance to stretch and get used to my size.

  We don’t speak as I continue to thrust in and out. We stare at each other, connecting on every level. It feels like I just got inside her when she screams my name and my balls tighten. I don’t slow down or pull out. I don’t try to delay. I thrust until all the cum is milked out of my dick.

  I lean my head against Olivia’s as I catch my breath, still feeling the exhilaration of being inside her. It’s unlike any feeling I’ve ever had.

  She’s worth the wait. If I had to wait a thousand years for her she’d still be worth it. I stare down into Olivia’s rich, chocolate eyes, hoping for a clue to the thoughts running through her mind.

  She smiles putting me at ease. I know she came. Several times. I just hope she’s not disappointed in my lack of endurance. It’ll be better next time. I won’t be so overwhelmed by the sensation of being inside her.

  I roll onto my side and pull her along with me, holding her. “You’re right,” I say, my voice low.

  “About?”

  I touch my lips to hers tenderly in an attempt reassure her. In an attempt to stall. “I don’t want to stop seeing you.”

  “I should hope not.”

  “You mean too much to me.”

  “Good,” I see mischief in her smile as I brush the hair from her face.

  I look away, too nervous to meet her eyes. “Did you mean what you said earlier?”

  She hesitates answering, but she has to know there’s only one thing I could possibly be referring to.

  “You mean when I said ‘I love you’?”

  I swallow hard and nod.

  “Yes.” She answers full of confidence and without hesitation.

  Relieved, I crush my mouth over hers. “Then you’ll quit?” I ask as we break away.

  Olivia pushes herself up into a sitting position with her arms crossed over her bare chest. “You’re kidding, right?”

  I work to keep my tone light and gentle despite the sentiment of my words. Never let them see you sweat, and boy am I sweating this one.

  “No. I’m dead serious,” I pause a moment. “If we’re going to give this a shot you can’t expect that I’m okay with you working for him.”

  “What’s changed since yesterday?”

  Is she crazy? “Everything.”

  “I told you I have no direct contact with him. Even if I did you’ve known where I work and that’s never been an issue.”

  “Yes, but until last night he didn’t know about me.”

  “You think that’s going to change things at work?”

  “I know it will. Sure as I’m sitting here, he’ll call you into his office Monday morning and everything will change.”

  “You haven’t seen or spoken to the man in five years. I’m sure he’ll have questions.”

  My muscles go taut, I shift away from her and rub the back of my neck. “The less he knows, the better.”

  “Why? What’s the big deal?”

  “Because that’s how I want it!” I snap. I don’t want to lose my cool. I have to calm myself down. I close my eyes and take a deep breath before speaking again. “He’s going to use you to get to me.”

  Olivia reaches up and places her hand on my face. “I won’t let him.”

  I shake my head, “You won’t even see it coming.”

  “All I can do is give you my word. I won’t hurt you.”

  “Face the facts, Olivia. Love hurts. You start out with the best of intentions, but inevitably you hurt each other. I love you, but that didn’t stop me from hurting you last night, or this morning. Love sucks. It’s just the way it is.”

  She searches my eyes. For what? What does she think she’ll find there? Does she think she’ll discover some deep secret in them? I shared enough secrets with her for a lifet
ime.

  “Okay, let’s suppose I do quit. What then?”

  “You’ll get a job somewhere else.”

  “Where? Working for whom? Another doctor? A woman?”

  I squeeze my eyes tight, frustrated. “I don’t know.”

  “And what if there are men there? Are you going to ask me to quit? After how long? A day? A week? A month?”

  Why can’t she just agree and end this? “He’s not just a man. He’s my father.”

  “That’s my point. He looked really happy to see you last night. I doubt he’ll do anything to push you further away than you are right now.”

  “Look,” this discussion has to end. Now. “I can’t force you to quit, but I’m not comfortable with you working there. And there’s nothing you can say that’s going to change that!”

  “Okay. But can we agree to disagree?”

  I can’t agree, I just can’t. But I can’t risk losing her. Not now.

  “I don’t know.” I roll over and sit on the side of the bed, sulking. Why won’t she just give in?

  “Then I’ll just have to convince you.” Olivia drapes her arms around my shoulders, leaning against my back. She kisses the back of my neck, working her way around to my face.

  She climbs on top of me, straddling my lap. When I don’t give her the attention she wants, her hips rock back and forth against me. She has a plan of attack, and it’s working. Within minutes all I can concentrate on is the feeling of being inside her again.

  Chapter 27

  Olivia

  I plan to arrive at the office early on Monday morning. I consider calling in sick but know that will only delay the inevitable. A side effect of this whole situation is the rising nausea in the back of my throat. Putting it off will make things worse. I have to face my colleagues. And in this case the sooner the better.

  Knowing rumors are probably flying around the office faster than birds on speed, I change my strategy and arrive fifteen minutes late for work. This way all eyes will be on me as I walk in, and I can get it over with.

  I pause outside the office holding the doorknob so tight my fingers tingle. I can do this, I tell myself. I stand out there a long while gathering enough courage to actually turn it. For a brief moment, I consider hightailing it as far and fast as I possibly can. I haven’t been so scared of consequences since I swiped my father’s credit card in high school.

  I take long breath after long breath, weighing my options. I have none. I open the door and walk inside.

  “Good morning,” I say in my brightest, cheeriest voice to Joan, a woman in her forties who runs the front desk.

  “Morning,” Joan answers, sorting through patient files and avoiding eye contact.

  “Well, well,” Sandy slinks over, I don’t know why I never noticed it before, but she moves in a slithery sort of way. “I was wrong about you. I didn’t think you’d have the nerve to show your face here today.”

  I swallow hard and lift my chin before answering, “Why wouldn’t I?”

  “When you didn’t show up at the Christmas party, I would’ve put my hand in fire you’d call in sick today. Your boss invites you to his house, the least you can do is show up.”

  I relax a moment realizing Sandy doesn’t know what happened at Dr. Stillwell’s. She doesn’t know about the party or Lucas.

  If Sandy doesn’t know, chances are no one else in the office knows. If Dr. Stillwell told anyone it would have been her, as she’s his second in command. But it appears she’s clueless. I let out a sigh of relief. Maybe this won’t be as hard as I think.

  “Something came up, and it was just a Christmas party. I’m sure Dr. Stillwell will understand.” I feel like a suit of amour has been lifted off me.

  Sandy continues with one hand on her hip and the other holding her chin between her thumb and forefinger, “I guess we’ll see about that,” she says, full of arrogance. “The doctor requested you meet with him in his office over lunch.”

  All the stress and tension I thought I shrugged off finds its way right back with a vengeance. “I … I don’t’ think that’s a good idea, I have a lot of work to do.”

  Sandy shakes her head disapprovingly. “But Olivia, it was just a Christmas party,” she says, in a mocking tone. “I know you haven’t been here long, but when the doctor requests a meeting you make it your business to be there.”

  I open my mouth to protest, but Sandy interrupts before I can speak.

  “Let me give you a quick lesson on how things work here. Dr. Stillwell runs the show.”

  “I understand.”

  “He’s the boss and our first priority is to please him. That means making sure work is done timely and efficiently.”

  I nod.

  “Be sure to treat patients with patience and courtesy.”

  “I do.”

  “And indulge him in his requests. If he wants a meeting; sit, listen and follow through.”

  “Alright.”

  “I hired you Olivia. Don’t make me sorry I did.”

  Chapter 28

  Lucas

  She’s at work. Inevitably Monday came, and I know she’s there. Worry eats away at me. I know my father will proposition her in some way. I just hope she doesn’t accept. Whatever it is.

  I spent the weekend high, intoxicated on her. No matter how much I had, how much she gave, it wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I tried to let her go, to push her away, but I couldn’t. She makes me weak, brings me to my knees, and she doesn’t even realize it.

  I finish placing pictures on the small table. This is only our second session. We’re focusing on Mark’s immediate family. He doesn’t know what is expected yet and I don’t know what motivates him. He’s in no mood to work. Each time I pull him over, he fights against me, flailing and flapping his hands.

  “Okay, buddy. Where’s Mommy?”

  Mark doesn’t respond. I pull out crayons and paper. His mother says he likes to color. Actually she said he’s obsessed with coloring. He perseverates on it, a habit I’ll eventually have to break. For now I plan on using it to my advantage.

  “Mark, look at me.”

  No response.

  I have to get in his face. I pick up a crayon. I show him his reward if he complies. “Mark, do you want to color?”

  He grunts at me before shoving everything off the table, getting up and making a run for it. I shake my head. Not off to a good start. We have to turn it around.

  I grab Mark around his waist, and pull him back. He needs to understand he isn’t going to get far if he tries to run and break free.

  “Noooooo!” He screams as he throws himself backwards, knocking his head into my jaw.

  I swallow back the pain and sit him back down at the table. I need him to calm down before I make him pick up the pictures he sent flying. “Let’s blow bubbles.” I hold up an imaginary wand, take a deep breath in and let it out slowly, pretending to blow great big bubbles.

  “No!” Mark yells once again before flipping the table over on its side.

  This time I take a deep breath, without pretending. I focus on slowing my breathing and remaining calm. I hope the technique will rub off on the boy in front of me. No such luck. He throws himself on the floor, screaming and screeching, as he pounds his fists and feet into the carpet.

  Watching him, I’m jealous. When he doesn’t want to do something his tactics work. For the time being. No matter how hard I yell and stomp, Olivia won’t listen to me. If I resort to his tactics, she’ll just leave me in the dust.

  “I know kid. I know just how you feel.” I mutter under my breath. Certain of one thing: this is going to be a long day.

  Chapter 29

  Olivia

  Who the hell does she think she is, speaking to me like that? Condescending bitch. I stomp into the partitioned office I share and drop into my chair. I let out a long sigh. I lean back and cover my face.

  “What happened to you?” Diane asks.

  “Huh?”

  “I thought you were comin
g to the Christmas party.”

  “Something came up,” I hope my answer dismisses any further questions.

  “Too bad. It was a lot of fun.” I must make a face or roll my eyes. I’m still so pissed at Sandy, I haven’t fully composed myself. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing.” I take a deep breath realizing I have to give her something. “Sandy laced into me about missing the party.”

  Diane smiles, “You really should have been there. It was great. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Dr. Stillwell in such a good mood.”

  “He was?”

  She nods. “In the beginning he was his normal standoffish self but then, he really got into the spirit of things. He played the piano. We sang. We danced. It was a lot of fun.”

  I hope she doesn’t notice I’m tapping my foot as she tells me about it. “Then why is Sandy in such a bitchy mood?”

  Diane shakes her head, “I don’t know. I noticed at the party she seemed a bit high strung. I think she had words with Mrs. Stillwell.”

  “Why?” I let my curiosity get the better of me.

  Diane shrugs, “Rumor has it Mrs. wants to get involved in how the office is run. You know cut back on the extras to yield higher profits, things like that.”

  “Do me a favor, give me a heads up if you see Sandy coming.”

  “Sure thing.”

  Within minutes I submerge myself in the stack of billing statements on my desk. Although distracted most of the morning, I work efficiently and lose track of time. It isn’t until Sandy stands before me and clears her throat that I realize it’s past noon and time for my meeting with Dr. Stillwell.

  *

  I sit in the doctor’s office with the door closed waiting for him to finish with his last patient. I’ve never been in his personal office and find the waiting nerve racking. I’d rather have teeth pulled than sit here. It isn’t like I don’t know what he wants. Obviously he wants to know about Lucas. That makes my stomach roll. Maybe Lucas’s right; maybe everything is different now.

  I try to get my mind onto something besides the uncomfortable situation about to come down. I look around the room, studying it. I can tell by the organization of the mahogany desk Dr. Stillwell cherishes order.