by West, Jade
My fingers were twisted in his beard, claiming hold as he lowered us both flat to the floor. The wood was hard against my back, and harder still as he dropped his weight on top of me. My thighs wrapped around his waist and he freed his cock from his pants, and then he was inside me.
I bit his shoulder as he thrusted, and he slammed harder as he groaned, and the lace of my knickers was stretched so tight to the side of my pussy that it cut into my skin.
“I’ve been thinking about you all fucking week,” he hissed.
“I’ve been doing everything I could not to think about you all fucking week,” I hissed right back.
“Give it up,” he said, and fucked me deep.
Holy crap, I gave it up. My whole mind was on him, thoughts spinning wild as he drove me to a whole other round of exhaustion.
He pushed my legs up high and slammed his hips so hard it made me curse, and then he had it. Oh fuck, he had it.
“There!” I squealed. “Don’t stop, Lucas. Don’t fucking stop!”
He didn’t stop. It was a frenzy of an explosion, my back arching off the floor so far he caught my ass in his hands on the buck. He forced me back all the harder and I cried out with the need, my shoulders taking the brunt of the strain.
Not once did he hold back or ask me how I was feeling. Not once did he look at me like some kind of weak little china doll who needed putting to bed.
“Fucking take it,” he snarled.
“I’ll take whatever you’ve got,” I moaned. “Just fucking give it.”
I came again, one long shudder in silence, blowing too hard to even breathe. My ears were ringing as he spat on his thumb, and I knew what was coming as soon as he pulled his dick free.
It was his thumb in my ass first, and I cried out, gritting my teeth. He circled it wide before easing it out, and then he was climbing up over me, straddling my face with his cock angled down.
“Spit,” he grunted. “Make it wet enough to slide right in.”
Jesus, I’d try.
I spat over and over, slicking that dick up as slippery as I could as my heart raced fast.
I was already whimpering as he moved back into position, twisting my face to the side and tensing hard.
He pushed two fingers in, and then a third. Just a few slams before he pressed his dick up tight.
“Take it,” he snarled again, and I did. I took it all the way.
It fucking hurt, but I fucking wanted it.
He held my thighs up high, and I watched him, his stare on his thrusting dick as he fucked me. But it was more than that.
I knew exactly what it was as his stare darkened and his jaw tensed.
My hand knew what to do before I did, sliding down to tease that stretched lace and tug it even tighter.
“It’s so wet…” I whispered.
“Wet and fucking dirty,” he said, the rhythm as he fucked my ass was so good. So perfect.
“How dirty did you make my last pair?” I asked him.
“I’ll show you, don’t worry.”
“Make these just as dirty,” I told him. “Make me just as dirty.”
I cried out loud when he pulled out, and he was rough as he tore my wet knickers down my legs.
“Oh God,” I whispered as he stretched them over the head of his dick and lined back up. “Fuck, Lucas…” I began, but he was already pushing in.
He got the head of his dick inside my ass, cloaked in sopping lace, but it was tight. So tight.
I loved the slick jerks as he worked his dick with his hand, the tip still inside me. His breaths turned ragged and I spread my thighs all the wider, straining for a view.
“Holy fuck,” he grunted, and he was gone, trembling with the spurts.
It was absolutely fucking filthy.
He came over my dirty knickers, stretched tight inside my asshole. He cursed and groaned and told me what a dirty little bitch I was, and he kept on spurting and kept on working his dick until I was a dripping mess right down my butt crack.
But not as much of a dripping mess as my knickers were when he pulled them from his cock and held them up to his face.
“Nice,” he said. “So fucking nice.”
My clit was screaming again, knowing he was going to work that filth against my pussy before he did it.
Our bodies knew each other even better than our minds.
It was so slippery. So warm and wet and noisy as he worked my pussy through that fabric.
I came all over again with his cum against my slit, and I loved it.
I loved him for it.
Loved him.
I stared up at him as I shuddered and I saw it loud and clear.
I loved him.
My heart burst along with my pussy, and the world set alight all over again as I lost myself to Lucas Pierce.
It was still thumping hard from the orgasm as he dropped on top of me, breaths to breaths, those dirty knickers pinned slick between us.
I wrapped him in my arms and pressed my mouth to his shoulder as I caught my voice, and I wasn’t sure I would ever be able to let him go. But I didn’t say it.
It would have been the most natural thing in the world to say those three magic words. But I didn’t.
Couldn’t.
“That was amazing,” he whispered and I nodded, but kept quiet.
I was glad when he eased up enough to press his mouth to mine. Grateful that he took away my ability to speak.
His back was clammy with sweat, and between us it was baking hot. It felt like pure bliss as we lay there.
And then he moved.
My skin screamed for his the very second he rose up and pulled me with him. He took my knickers and put them on the counter behind the mushrooms along with my blouse and got back to work on chopping, and I took the throw from the floor and wrapped myself up as I watched him.
I didn’t want dinner.
My body was crying out for so much more than food.
It was crying out for him.
“I think maybe omelettes rather than steak,” he laughed, and I nodded.
He cooked as I stared, a smile on his face every time he flashed me a glance, and I smiled back but it was all a veneer.
My soul was churning. My mind was chewing. My body was calling. Just trying to make sense of it all.
I shouldn’t want him. Not one tiny bit.
I shouldn’t be there. Anywhere else in the world but there.
I should be checking out my phone and telling him to take me home to my regular world, but I didn’t want my regular world. I wanted his.
He served up my omelette with a “Ta-dah!” and I accepted with a thanks.
We didn’t even bother sitting at the table, just chowed it down with a fork at the counter, and I sought out the emergency tablets from my handbag and tipped them back with some juice.
And then we went to bed.
It felt ridiculously natural to slip under the covers beside him, and worryingly natural to snuggle up close. The crook of his shoulder felt made for my head, and his chest was beautifully firm under my arm.
Beautifully firm and beautifully solid and beautifully safe.
“Thanks for coming to get me,” I whispered, and his lips pressed to my hair.
“I’ll always come to get you,” he told me, and my heart panged at the truth in his words.
If only there had been as much truth in them a decade ago, before he ripped that same heart to pieces.
“You asked me questions about Millie,” he said, and his voice was so quietly serious it made my tummy flutter.
“Yeah, I did.”
He took a breath. “I’ve been arguing with Maya all week. She’s keeping her away from me because of a bullshit demand I couldn’t live up to. It’s her way of punishing me.”
I didn’t know quite what to say, so I didn’t say anything, just held him tighter. It worked. He kept on talking.
“I was supposed to have her tomorrow. We were going to see the sharks over in Chester. But sh
e said it’s a no go. She always does. It’s the same crap whenever I don’t give her what she wants.”
“What demand couldn’t you live up to?”
I felt the tension in him as he found the words.
“I can hardly live up to any demand she bitches out to me. As soon as I’ve tried to deliver one she raises the bar and kicks me down another. She wanted me to get Millie from school on Wednesday, but I had meetings all afternoon.”
“Surely that must be alright with her? If you have work?”
He laughed a bitter little laugh. “Nothing is ever alright for her. Nothing is ever good enough for her to consider me good enough for Millie. Everything I do is a failure. Judged. Commented on. Scoffed at. It’s like my whole life is under a running commentary. Don’t do this, and must do that, and don’t even think of thinking that, you piece of useless shit.”
I tensed up alongside him, feeling his pain.
“So she’s kept her away from you?”
He nodded. “Because this time I told her no.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Not as sorry as I am. I should be the one apologising,” he whispered, and I knew where the conversation was turning all over again.
But no.
No.
“Don’t…” I said, and he held me tighter. “I mean it,” I said again. “I can’t listen to the past. I don’t want to listen to the past. It won’t get us anywhere.”
He breathed out. “And what about the future? Can you listen to that? Is there ever going to be one?”
But no.
I couldn’t go there either.
I reached my hand up to his face, ran my thumb across his lips, and he was serious and sad, and I knew his expression by heart without even seeing it.
“Maybe the future has no place, either,” I whispered. “Maybe all we’ve got is the present. Maybe that’s all either of us can work on right now.”
He sighed and pressed those sad lips to mine and held them there for long seconds.
“Then let’s make the most of the right now,” he said.
Chapter Sixteen
Lucas
Waking up next to her with the morning sunlight streaming through the window was a stunning start to a Saturday. I soaked in the sight.
The bedsheets were crumpled around her waist, her hair fanning out on the pillow. She was still sleeping, peaceful with butterfly snores.
I settled back down, easing up close to her side and I admired the view.
I don’t know how long I was watching her, but when she woke it was with a stretch and a yawn, starting just a little as she registered me beside her. Once again, she tensed and plunged a hand down below, but she relaxed in a beat.
“Morning,” I said, smiling wide as she smiled at me.
“Morning, stud.”
She didn’t come to her senses and jump out of bed and demand to be taken home. She didn’t scowl and reinforce that this was a no way situation she owed it to herself to escape from. There was nothing but sweet quiet as we lay easy and breathed together.
And then she broke the silence in the best possible way.
“My ass is really sore from the pounding you gave me.” Her laugh was a dirty giggle and I loved it.
“My dick is really hard for another round,” I told her, and laughed right back.
She sighed. “I need meds, and juice, and the bathroom before your dick gets another go.”
“Make yourself at home,” I told her, and meant it. I wanted her to be at home here. I wanted this place to be warmer to her than any other place she belonged in.
It had been cold enough for a lifetime these past few months.
She nipped my nose before she got out of bed, and I pinched hers back before she escaped me. It took every scrap of restraint to let her escape me at all.
I was down in the kitchen before she was, standing in the open back doorway watching Bill and Ted peeing in the flowerbeds when she headed on in wrapped up in my robe.
“Where are the mugs?” she asked, and I gestured to the cupboard by the fridge.
She took down two and put the kettle on to boil, and I noticed how she made my favourite tea from memory.
I was still butt naked when I joined her for my mug. Her eyes scoped me out, that smirk of hers blooming as she clinked her mug to mine.
“Happy Saturday,” she said, and I smirked right back.
“Happy Saturday indeed.”
It would have been tempting to bundle her back upstairs for another round on that sweet pussy of hers, but I didn’t want the weekend to be all about the flesh. I wanted smiles and chat and laughter. I wanted her at full natural radiance as we enjoyed much more than the filth.
“What do you want to do today?” she asked, reading my mind.
I leant back against the side and took a sip of tea, running through the options.
“I’m easy. Tennis? Meal out? Vintage movie day?”
She looked past me through the window at the glow of the morning countryside and gave me a fresh smile.
“Show me this place. It looks amazing.”
I raised an eyebrow. “You want to check out this majesty of an abode?”
She nodded. “I want to go exploring. I haven’t been out of the city properly in ages. Sebastian didn’t really like it that much out of town.”
It felt strange to hear his name in such a natural tone. Everything about her life outside of mine felt strange.
“We can go exploring,” I told her, then remembered her clothes from the night previous. Her heels, specifically. “You might want to stick to village exploring though. Anywhere off road is going to be muddy.”
She tipped her head, eyes mischievous. “I can handle a bit of mud, Lucas. Don’t worry. I’m not that much of a city chick.”
I laughed. “This is more than a bit of mud, Anna. It’ll be a swampland.”
But still her eyes were mischievous. “Show me.”
I wasn’t going to argue with her.
“Fine. Let’s get to it. Breakfast first.”
She took her meds as I put the toast on and got to work, and I was still naked as I served up eggs and bacon at the kitchen table. We had a dog staring up at each of us as we munched away, but we were mainly staring at each other, smirks and giggles and the afterglow of a good hard fuck and a night in each other’s arms.
I’d lost sight of that priceless spark that feels so good between two people who truly want each other. Flutters and soaring smiles and toes touching under the table. We had it all.
I’d forgotten how it felt to have someone truly listening to your voice, without judgement. I’d forgotten how it felt to talk freely without that frost of nerves, worrying how every word you speak is going to be fired back at you with spite.
I’d forgotten a lot of things.
We talked about work, and our distantly connected social group, and snippets of good in our time together. Painting orc figures and repotting aloe vera and the crazy time we trekked around all-night emergency dentists when she bust a tooth on toffee.
We talked about everything but what I’d done to her. It was aching in my ribs, the desperation to slam it out there on the table and tell the bitter truth and beg forgiveness, but I daren’t. Not with her smile so sweet and her message so clear.
She didn’t want to know.
Maybe she never would.
She cleared the plates before I could protest, finding the dishwasher and loading it up. She downed the rest of her juice and gathered her blouse from the counter top, where the slices of mushrooms were still scattered.
“Maybe you can try thick socks and some of my boots,” I suggested, but she laughed at me.
“I’ll wipe my heels down from a bit of mud, Lucas. I’m sure they’ll survive.”
I wasn’t, and I told her so, but she was giggling determined.
“It’ll be my mission,” she said. “To navigate the swamplands in my work shoes.”
“Whatever you want,” I responded.
“You can have one of my coats, at least.”
We got ready upstairs, standing in harmony at the bathroom sink. She used my toothbrush after me and bundled her hair up in a band from her handbag. I found her a warm sweater that swallowed her up and she looked thoroughly swamped in my coat. And it was cute. So fucking cute it warmed me right through.
I whistled the dogs from their room and they bounded on ahead and out into the truck. Anna’s heels were ridiculous, but I couldn’t tell her all over again, so kept my mouth shut.
“I’ve left my phone in the house,” she told me when I’d pulled out of the drive. “I sent a load of messages, but I don’t want to hear anything back from the world today.”
“Ditto,” I said. “Mine’s on silent.”
I parked up at the pull in at the start of the hillside track and it was already muddy as we set off. The dogs bounded off into the distance and I stepped on firm, but Anna was already a picture, taking such neat little steps around the puddles that the grin burnt my cheeks.
“Sure we can’t head back to the house and get you into some wellies?” I paused. “Or even into town to get you some?”
She shook her head pretty sharp at that. “No, thanks. I’ll manage just fine.”
Once again she was being insanely optimistic, but she always had been a stubborn little minx, so I let her be. We kept going, mud turning to grass but still squelching underfoot. She breathed deep and commented on the view all the way, at the surrounding hills, and the woodlands and the villages down below.
It gave me an appreciation of it all through fresh eyes, and it was a powerful thing, gaining that sense of life around a place I loved so much but saw so often.
I knew we were coming to the swampy ascent before we reached it. I told her we could turn around, but she ploughed on regardless, heels already caked in mud. Bill and Ted were waiting for us at the top, and they were covered in mud too, tongues lolling excited as they leapt around and watched us approach.
“We can stop,” I said again, but she shook her head again.
“I can do it, I’ll be careful.”
She started laughing as she took her first step into the heart of it. Her heel sank in deep and squelched loud, her teeter becoming a slippery stumble before I reached out and grabbed her steady.
