by Sky Corgan
“Fuck, Amy. You're so sexy.”
“Has anyone ever told you that you have perfect balls.” I sit up beside him and wrap my hand around his shaft, lazily stroking it. It feels like warm steel beneath my fingers, so amazingly hard.
“Perfect balls, huh?” he lets out a short laugh.
“Yes. You don't have all of that extra sack skin that a lot of guys have.”
He laughs so hard that he falls over on the bed, causing me to jerk my hand away from him. For some reason, his reaction makes me feel embarrassed, like I said something wrong. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything at all.
After a minute, he sits up and nods, an ear to ear grin plastered across his face. “No, I've never been told that I have perfect balls before.”
“Yeah. Well, you do.” I wrap my arms around myself.
“Come here.” He motions for me to sit between his legs. I do, though my mood has faltered a little.
Lucian wraps his arms around me and kisses my neck. I can feel his cock pressing hard against my back. It feels kind of weird. Even more weird to be sitting in his bed like this cuddling.
It's not cuddling for long though. Soon, his hands are wandering again. They slip around my sides to grope my breasts, two small handfuls. He splays his fingers so that my nipples fall between them, then he pinches and pulls them, causing a shiver to ignite the spark between my legs again.
I place my hands on his forearms, feeling the strong muscles flex as his hands tease and explore. I lean back against him, inhaling the scent of his cologne, happy that I'll smell like him after we're done. It will be a reminder of what happened tonight, of all the sweet things he said and did that were completely unexpected.
I turn my head towards him, and he takes the queue to find my lips, kissing me as the roughness of his touch increases. His cock throbs against my back, and it makes me regret getting too embarrassed to give him the blowjob that I was planning on. Oh well, his loss. That's what he gets for laughing at me. A thick, pent-up, twitching cock. My mouth waters thinking about it, thinking about how he tasted.
I think about going for it again. For as many times as he's eaten me out, the guy has earned at least one blowjob, even if it's a quickie. But as soon as I start to turn, Lucian maneuvers himself in front of me.
I grab his cock, my palm sliding down the velvety length, but he pulls out of my grasp, crawling over me like a predator. I'm forced down on my back, his gaze locked onto mine. He's ready for sex. I could feel it when I was sitting in front of him, and I can definitely see it in his eyes.
When I'm flat on my back, Lucian leans over to open the bedside table drawer. My heart sinks as I realize that he's back in BDSM mode. Everything we've done together tonight has been amazing and wonderful. Maybe I can give a little. Compromise. Allow him to throw a pinch of kink into a night that's been fairly romantic.
When I see him pull out a length of rope though, stubbornness sets in. If it had been anything else, I might have considered it. Not this.
“No.” I place my hand on his arm before he has a chance to close the drawer.
“No?” He looks at me as if I've just insulted him.
“No.” I shake my head. “Not tonight.”
He seems contemplative for a moment, staring down at me with an expression that suggests there's some kind of internal debate raging within him. Then he finally sets the rope aside before returning to me.
I sigh in relief, worried for a moment that we were about to get into an argument over it. He relented though, and for once I'm going to get my way. For the first time since we met at Flesh, tonight seems all about me.
Lucian kisses me as he positions himself between my legs. I spread my thighs to give him easier access, ready to have him inside of me. His glans presses against my entryway, and I hold my breath as he pushes into me, connecting us as one.
I close my eyes as his lips move down to my neck, his hips sinking deep, causing me to gasp from being painfully filled. It only lasts for a fraction of a second before it melts into pleasure as my body adjusts to his girth. He moves slowly, and it's exquisite to feel every centimeter of him.
I moan softly, expecting him to pick up the pace. He takes my hands in his, holding them above my head and curling our fingers together. It feels like another form of bondage, but I don't complain. His lips find mine, and he kisses me again and again and again as he continues to move on top of me. Steady, slowly, rhythmically.
He presses his forehead against mine, closing his eyes. It looks like he's really into what he's doing, as if he's actually taking the time to enjoy every small sensation that comes from being entwined with me so intimately. And then it hits me like a ton of bricks. A feeling that swells my heart and makes me melt and heightens my pleasure.
For once, he's not fucking me. He's making love to me.
***
To be completely honest, after the first few times that I had sex with Lucian, I thought I was completely ruined from ever enjoying love making again. The sweet slow motion of two bodies meeting never seemed to make me orgasm. Lucian's carnal fucking always did. The friction of his cock pumping into me and his pubic bone rubbing against my clit had a way of driving me to climax every single time. It was amazing. Dizzying, even. Nothing had ever felt so good.
I lay beneath Lucian, thinking about the surrealness of the situation. All around us are pictures of his dead wife and child. They're watching us. They're seeing him with me like this. Maybe not literally, but it feels like it.
He has confessed that he has feelings for me...of some sort, and now he's proving it. He's giving me the romance I told him I wanted. And he's far better at it than I think he gives himself credit for.
I practically purr as I enjoy the feeling of his big cock spreading me. Seeing him move on top of me, knowing that he's doing his best to make me happy, knowing that he's enjoying it, stimulates my hormones to an almost unbelievable level. Even though he's not jackhammering into me, I can still feel the familiar throbbing sensation between my thighs. It won't be long before I come again.
I hook my legs around Lucian's hips and hold him against me, moaning softly into his ear as he picks up the pace ever so slightly. The sound of his labored breathing only makes my core pulse more. He grinds heavily into me, his pubic bone drawing long strokes across my clit. I feel so overwhelmed with pleasure and happiness that wetness comes to my eyes. Tears of joy. I feel like an idiot for crying right now, but I just can't help it. This is what I wanted from him all along. All of this.
I hold my breath as each thrust pushes me closer to the edge. Lucian kisses my neck and his body passes the threshold of gentle for a few quick seconds. I cry out, my nails digging into his back as the world dissolves around us and all I see is everything we could be together. It's an orgasm on both a physical and emotional level, something I've never experienced before.
He presses deeply into me, giving a few shallow thrusts. I can feel his dick swelling and twitching and spilling into me. It makes me want to hold him even tighter against me, but I don't think that's possible. We're so connected that there's no space between us. My hips are bucked up to meet him, drinking everything in. I can feel his rapid heartbeat pounding against my chest. It's amazing. Incredible. Unbelievable. I don't ever want it to end. Not ever.
I lick my lips and then kiss his face, holding it in my hands, making sure I don't miss an inch of skin. His forehead, his cheeks, his eyes, his chin. The small bit of stubble feels funny against my mouth, but I don't mind much. This is me taking in all of him.
When I'm done, he gives me a quick peck on the lips before rolling off of me. We lay there together for several moments, just breathing and staring up at the ceiling. There's a giddy feeling swirling inside of me that's pushing at the surface. Even though we just had sex, I feel like I have enough energy to run around the world. I want to get up and jump up and down and whoop as if I've just conquered the greatest feat ever. Maybe I have, because I think I might have conquered Lucian Reddick's
heart. At least, I hope I did.
With my breathing finally calm, I roll over to cuddle Lucian. Almost the second that I do, he sits up to get out of bed. My heart sinks so hard that I think it might have left my body. This is his classic after sex dismissiveness. The happy tears that were streaming down my face only moments ago turn to sorrow and shame. He's about to kick me out.
I draw my legs up to my chest and hug them, watching him, waiting for him to get dressed and tell me to leave. He doesn't put his pants back on, but he does head toward the door, not even bothering to look back at me.
“Lucian,” I call to him before he has a chance to disappear.
“Yeah?” He turns back to me.
“Where are you going?” I absolutely loathe how pathetic I sound. Right now though, I feel about as fragile as a thin piece of porcelain being handled by a rowdy child.
“I'm going to get us some water. I don't know about you, but I'm thirsty.” He wipes a thin sheen of sweat from his brow.
“Oh.” I cower a bit, though I don't know why. This doesn't mean he's not going to kick me out immediately after we're hydrated.
Perhaps he sees the concerned look on my face because he walks back into the room and sits beside me, reaching a hand out to rub my back. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah.” My face sinks behind my arms. “No,” I admit.
“What's wrong?”
“Would you like for me to leave? After we drink our water, of course.” I do my best not to sound pitiful, but it doesn't work too well.
His head cocks back a bit. “No. What would make you think that?”
“Never mind.”
Lucian places his hand on me knee. “I'm going to go get us some water, and then we're going to take a shower.”
“Together?”
“Yes. Together.” He grins, brushing a strand of hair away from my eyes. “And then I'm going to hold you hostage all night. You're going to fall asleep in my bed and wake up in my arms.”
“Really?” My mood perks up from his romantic words.
“Really.” He kisses me on the forehead before standing. “I'm parched. I'll be right back.”
“Alright.” My body relaxes as I watch him go, my legs flattening out on the bed.
Maybe things will work out for us after all.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
This doesn't seem real. This entire night feels like a dream, a world my imagination conjured up where everything is perfect—the hopelessly romantic desires of a naive girl realized. I feel like if I take one misstep, I'll wake up, and things will be back to the way they were before.
The warm water cascading down my body feels exquisite, but not a fraction as nice as having Lucian's hands on me. He's massaging my scalp, and I occasionally moan from it. Even though we've both exerted ourselves in the bedroom, my body feels wide awake. One glimpse of the tiny beads of water clinging to his muscular frame has my hormones revving up all over again. He looks gorgeous standing under the showerhead, his dark hair pressing flat against his forehead, the water droplets following the curvature of his muscles on their descent to the floor. In the dim light, his body glistens.
We've just made love for the first time. He's touching me with care, not with the need to dominate. I don't know what happened inside of him to cause this change, but I'm enjoying it, perhaps way too much. For me to think that it will last forever is unrealistic. No one changes this drastically in the span of a few hours.
I try not to think about what will happen after tonight because I just want to be locked into this moment. Lucian's hands move from my hair to my shoulders, briefly kneading into the muscle there. Then he slips them around my waist and presses himself against me. I let out a soft sigh, wrapping my hands around his wrists and trying to direct them away from the pudgier parts of my stomach. I definitely don't feel as self-conscious as I did before though.
“Can we stay like this forever?” I ask, realizing how mushy it sounds.
“Nothing lasts forever, Amy,” he tells me.
My heart aches from his words, probably because I take them way too literally. I wonder if a year from now, I'll look back at this as a distant memory. I don't want that.
Lucian's grip loosens around me, and his fingers splay out as they travel up over my ribs. I drop my hands to my sides, allowing him to touch me. I bite my bottom lip and suppress a hissing sound from escaping between my teeth when his deft fingertips press into the soft flesh of my breasts. He cups and squeezes my tits as the heat of his breath pets across my neck before his lips touch me. I crane my head, trying not to smirk when I feel his cock twitch against my ass.
“You're insatiable,” I muse.
“I think you can satiate me.” He nips at my earlobe.
“Do you?” I turn around to face him. There's darkness in his eyes. Lust.
I know I can't resist him. He's far too handsome, and I'm drunk on the thought of a new beginning for us. I'm infatuated with the possibility of him being mine. Mine and only mine. That Flesh can be put behind us. That his dominant nature might smooth into something romantic and passionate. He's very capable of romantic and passionate. He's proven that tonight.
Lucian kisses me beneath the sprinkling of the showerhead. It reminds me of so many movies I've seen where people kiss in the rain. That would be more romantic, but this is certainly the next best thing. Our wet bodies are pressed together, our slick mouths moving and caressing and loving. I taste his tongue, suck on it a bit, explore the cavern of his mouth. He nibbles on my bottom lip, tugs at it, sends a familiar bite of pleasure-pain through me as his teeth clamp down just a bit too hard.
“You make me insatiable,” he mutters against the side of my mouth as he kisses a path to my ear.
I gasp when I feel his hands on my waist roughly turning me around. My feet slip on the tile, and I almost lose my balance.
“Lucian.” I furrow my brow at him in warning.
He grins at me wickedly. “Don't worry, I've got you.”
His hands move down to my hips, clamping around them like an iron cage. He pulls me away from the wall a bit, causing me to slip and panic again. I perilously cling to the wall, my torso bending as I desperately try to support myself.
“What is wrong with—” I turn to snap at him but then cry out instead as he angles himself to thrust inside of me, filling me in one quick motion. “Lucian,” I whimper, pressing my palms against the wall for support.
He grunts as he thrusts into me. It's not as gentle as when we were in the bedroom, but it's still good. From this position, with my body bent awkwardly, my pussy feels tight. The pressure on my insides is unexpected and pleasurable. I try to steady myself as I adjust to the sensation of him pumping in and out of me like this. We've reverted back from lovemaking to fucking, but I don't mind. He gave me what I wanted, and now it's my turn to compromise.
I drop my head between my arms watching the water droplets make patterns on the floor as he bucks into me, the sound of moaning and water spattering and heavy breathing filling the bathroom. The friction builds between my legs. Every once in a while, I can feel his balls slapping up against my pussy, adding a taste of extra stimulation.
I want to press back against him, to show him that I'm enjoying myself, but I'm too scared of losing my balance again. I don't think he'd let me fall though. He has a tight grip on me, and he's using it for leverage, driving into me again and again.
Lucian arches his body so that he's deep within me and rotates his hips. It feels like he's occupying every inch of me, and my core is throbbing on overdrive.
“Oh God, Lucian.” I pant, my nails clawing at the wall though the effort is futile. There's no place for them to land and grip. I wish I was digging them into his flesh, giving him a small bite of pain to go along with his pleasure. He seems to like that.
“You belong to me, Amy,” he tells me matter-of-factually. “Your body is mine. Your pussy is mine.” He bucks his hips when he's deep within me, causing me to whimper as he fills
me a bit too much.
My heart is yours, I think, though I dare not say it.
“Lucian, I'm going to...” I squeeze my eyes closed, feeling a swelling sensation at my core. The pleasure of his fucking combined with the heat of the water running between my legs is driving me crazy.
“Good.” His grip tightens on me, and he continues the deep assault, holding me desperately and grinding up into me to the point that my eyes water from the mixture of pleasure and pain. “I want you to feel every bit of me, Amy. I want you to know that all of this is mine. No one else can have you.”
“I do feel it,” I groan. He's so arrogant about his big dick, but it's kind of sexy.
“I'm going to come inside of you now. I'm going to fill you up completely.”
“Please, Lucian.” I can barely breathe, I'm so full of his cock. The thought of him coming inside of me only heightens my pleasure.
The second he starts thrusting long and hard again, I'm lost. All of the pressure that was between my legs releases, tumbling into a fit of contractions as I come all over his cock. My voice leaves my throat in labored whimpers while he pistons in and out of me with such speed that my orgasm is prolonged.
I mumble something inaudible, begging for... I'm not sure what. My body, my emotions, my cunt...everything is on overdrive—everything feels so intense.
And then he stills against me, his dick swelling and twitching. The tiniest moan leaves my lips when I feel his massive cock spurting into me. He pulls me back against him, connecting us as tightly as he can. Warmth floods me, fills me, drips out of me.
“You're fucking amazing, Amy. Your body is fucking amazing.” Lucian bucks into me a final time before letting me go.
I take a few short steps toward the wall, resting against it. I finally feel exhausted, like he fucked out the overwhelming amount of energy I've somehow managed to hold onto despite everything we've done. It's gone now. I'm satisfied. All I want to do is crawl into bed and go to sleep.
“Come here.” Lucian pulls me away from the wall. I slip again though when I do fall, it's right into his arms.
