by West, Jade
Everything about us felt so right.
My brain was too tired to spin and churn, and my breathing slowed as I relaxed, skin to skin and heat to heat… and slowly… slowly and surely, I drifted off to sleep with him at my side.
“I love you, Anna,” he whispered, when I was right on the edge of my dreams, and I whispered back, nothing more than a ghost of a reply, but one that meant the world.
“I love you, Lucas. I always will.”
Sleep ate me up and held me as tight as he did. Dreams were a blur, and I needed them. I needed every scrap of rest I could get.
When I jolted back awake, the light was streaming in through the window, and he was still asleep at my side, breathing steady.
But I wasn’t breathing steady. Not when I thrust my hand down between my thighs under the covers.
I was wet.
The bed was wet.
I’d wet the bed with Lucas next to me, and I felt the panic. The disgust. The shame.
He must have felt me struggling to get out of bed and get the dirty sheets away from him when he opened his eyes and came to his senses.
I was apologising, asking him to please roll over and I’d clean up.
I promise I’ll clean up. I promise, Lucas. I promise. Just please roll over and give me the sheets.
But he wouldn’t.
He wouldn’t move a muscle to free the sheets for me.
His arms were reaching out, pulling me in so tight and warm and wrapping my wet thighs in his, rolling further into the dirty wet sheets I’d spoiled.
“I’m sorry,” I said again, and I was fighting back the tears. “I’m really, really sorry.”
He shook his head, and held me even tighter, and told me never to apologise again, because I’d never need to apologise to him. Not ever again in this life.
My heart was thumping, and my tears were ready, and I was still so sorry for the wetness in the sheets, and on him, and on me.
I was still ready to jump out and fix things, and strip the bed and make it right again, but he didn’t let me go when I made to pull away.
“I’ll sort it out,” I told him, but he shook his head again, and his eyes were full of love, and care.
And then he kissed me.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Lucas
Shame.
Embarrassment.
Self-consciousness.
All things I never wanted to see in Anna.
I held her close, and her squirms turned to tension. Until I kissed her.
I kissed her deep and hard, like the Anna I loved, and nothing whatsoever like the china doll she was afraid of being. I kissed her like the man who wanted her body and her heart, no matter how dirty or raw they came. I pulled away for long enough to check the tears weren’t flowing, and her eyes were open wide, still shocked in the moment – but there were no tears to be seen.
So I kissed her again.
“I need to clean up,” she murmured mouth to mouth, but I had no interest in that.
My fingers took on a life of their own as they slipped down between her thighs and found her warm and wet, panties soaked right through.
I didn’t care in the slightest.
I knew how to circle my thumb, and she murmured louder, her mouth still pressed to mine.
“I can clean up,” she insisted, but I smiled against her lips.
“You’ll never need to clean up for me,” I told her, and slowly, as my thumb worked its magic, I felt her body loosen. “Tell me to stop if you want me to stop,” I said. “I’ll always stop the second you ask me.”
“I know,” she said, and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. “But don’t stop. Make me forget. Make me forget him, Lucas.”
“Then spread your legs for me, dirty girl,” I said, and I was me, and she was her, both of us consumed by the flesh and the want and the fantasy.
I’d make her damn well forget Sebastian fucking Maitland, she didn’t need to worry about that.
I grabbed her damp thighs and eased them apart, and her breaths were ragged as I positioned myself down between them.
Yes, I’d make her forget that vile cunt.
“Lucas, what–” she began, staring down as I lowered my head.
But I knew what I was doing. I knew what I wanted.
I wanted those filthy panties from her horny little pussy, and her level of dirty only added to the forbidden. My cock was throbbing and my mouth was watering, and I was ready. I was ready for everything she could possibly give me. And I wanted it all.
“Fuck–” she said, and tensed as my mouth landed. “Lucas, fuck–”
My tongue was flicking her clit through soaking wet lace, and my face was buried between her damp thighs and it was bliss. Hearing her moan, and whimper, and lose herself under those self-conscious little reservations was the horniest thing in the whole fucking world.
I knew she was battling with herself. I knew there was a screaming part of her that felt she should be stripping the bed and apologising for her accident, but there would never be an accident with me. There was only her, and every taste of who she was.
I wanted every single fucking taste of who she was, and I made sure she knew it.
Thankfully, the dirty little minx in her won the battle.
She bucked, then cursed as she pressed herself up against my mouth. Her fingers landed in my hair and held me firm between her legs, and she wanted it. She wanted it just as much as I did.
“This is filthy,” she moaned. “Fuck, Lucas… this is so fucking filthy…”
I moaned back, my mouth hungry against her pussy, and her breaths were ragged, just like they always were when she was desperate for me to keep going. Her thighs were open wide and her clit was her sweet little bud craving more, and I gave her more. I sucked on that pretty cunt like it was my world, and the tastes of her blended, and hit my nostrils, and my tongue, and I wanted it. I really fucking wanted it.
So did my cock.
My cock was crying out even louder than the rest of me.
She was panting for more when I pulled away and shunted position. I shoved a pillow behind her head nice and high, and she watched me with her eyes wide open as I pressed my cock to the slick wet lace over her cunt.
It was horny as fuck as I worked it back and forth.
“Good girl,” I said, and she let out a shuddering breath. “Spread those thighs even wider for me.”
She was a good girl and she did spread them even wider for me. My dick rubbed against that gorgeous little slit through the wetness, and it was bliss. Pure fucking bliss. I stared down and watched my cock in rhythm, and I was so fucking swollen it was a strain.
“That’s fucking beautiful,” I told her. “That horny little cunt of yours is so fucking beautiful, Anna.”
I angled the head of my dick closer to her clit, until the pressure was on just the right spot and I knew it. She let out a whimper, and her hips started working with mine, and I knew she was cresting. I knew she was going to come for me like the dirty little minx I loved so much.
“Watch,” I said, and twisted my fingers in her hair to hold her head in position. “Watch my cock rubbing that sweet slit. I want you to see how horny I am. I’m so fucking horny for you, Anna.”
She did see it. She saw that the desperation in me was as raw as ever. The way my cock thrust, so fucking hard. The way my breaths were so deep, and my grunts were coming so fast, and I was cursing at how fucking near to shooting my load she was making me already.
“My God, Lucas…” she managed, and she was working to my groove, both of us grinding and both of us watching.
I held back until she came under me. She moaned and arched and cursed a stream of sweet fucks from that filthy mouth of hers, and I was ready and waiting, cursing myself as my dick spurted its first load of cum right across those soaking panties.
“Watch,” I said, but she was already watching. Her eyes were fixed tight on that thick white juice of mine as it landed so fucking creamy
on dirty lace.
Delicious.
It was fucking delicious.
“Now rub it in like a good girl,” I told her, and her fingers slipped down in a heartbeat, smearing my cum right the way across the crotch of those pretty little panties, nice and wet over her slit.
“That feels so good,” she said, and her fingers picked up their rhythm.
“Play with that dirty little clit for me,” I told her, and she nodded, tipping her head back and panting hard all over again.
My mouth was watering fresh, heart still pounding and cock growing back hard as I stared at my cum slicking her up. Piss and cum and the beautiful juice of her cunt, a perfect cocktail.
“Work that clit nice and fast,” I said again, and her nod came with a whimper this time.
I kissed my way up her thighs and they were still nice and clammy. I pressed my mouth up close to her fingers as they strummed against her clit, and she was crying out as my tongue eased in to lap alongside, wriggling like a dirty little pixie as she came all over again.
I didn’t even let her catch her breath before I was up and on her, grabbing her hand and aiming her dirty wet fingers at her open mouth.
“Suck,” I said, and she gave me that tiny little moan of hers that drove me so fucking wild. That tiny little moan that told me just how much of a filthy little bitch she truly was.
“Suck them clean,” I said again, and I was throbbing. My dick was so hard and grew even fucking harder as her eyes met mine.
She wanted it just as much as I did.
“Suck them,” I told her, and she was a tease, poking her tongue out nice and far, but pretending she was trying to be such a little angel.
I was insane for it. So fucking insane for it my balls were hurting with the need to shoot again. I couldn’t take it. Couldn’t take the need to see her suck her filthy fucking fingers.
“Holy fuck, Anna. Suck for me,” I growled, and she smirked. She smirked and she stared up at me with that filthy glint in her eyes I loved so fucking much.
And then my dirty little slut did what she was told.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Anna
My whole body was tingling when I sucked my fingers into my mouth. My clit was still buzzing, warm and wet with my filthy knickers pressed tight.
I was messy. I’d messed up and messed his bed up with it. But it didn’t feel bad.
For once in my life, it didn’t feel bad.
There was no disgust, and no judgement, and no idea of him being some kind of carer I should be grateful for.
He was the opposite.
The complete opposite.
My fingers tasted bitter and were thick with cum, and I wanted it. Even though I knew it was filthy dirty, and my heart was pounding fast, and I still couldn’t believe Lucas had tasted my clit through my soaking wet knickers, I wanted it all.
I wanted him.
I sucked my fingers with moans and slurps and every scrap of need I could summon up in me.
I was still squirming, legs still spread wide, clit crying out for more when he climbed up higher and aimed his cock at my face.
It was the most natural thing in the world to open my mouth even wider, and it was the most natural thing in the world to feel him stretching my lips apart and forcing his dick in my mouth along with my fingers.
“Suck me clean,” he said, and I did.
I sucked and lapped and moaned as I did it, and he thrust and cursed for more. His thighs were tense, and he was straining not to dive all the way in and fuck my mouth until he came down my throat.
“Fuck, Anna. That feels so fucking good.”
Yes, it felt good.
It should have been a pit of shame, but it wasn’t.
It should have had me burning up like a self-conscious little cow, but it didn’t.
He’d saved me from that, and now I was soaring. Glowing. Alive.
I was me.
“Fuck,” he said again, and stopped himself thrusting. “Keep sucking those fingers like a good little dirty bitch.”
His breaths were heavy as he pulled his cock away and positioned himself on top of me. I was still sucking my fingers when he tugged my knickers to the side and the head of him eased its way inside. And then he paused.
He paused and drove me fucking crazy.
Teasing.
He was teasing.
“Please…” I whispered and he knew what I was asking for.
It was one single thrust that pushed him inside me, and he was balls deep in a flash, hard and fast and rough enough to make me yelp as the mattress bounced underneath us.
He kissed me around my fingers, his tongue wet and hungry, and I kissed him right back. Need, and want, and love. I loved him so much my heart could have burst.
I pulled my fingers free from our kiss, and we were all about tongues and lips and groans.
He fucked me. Hard. He knew the angle for his hips, dick pressing just right inside, and I felt myself building all over again. Felt my muscles clenching right the way down.
Fuck.
I was lost to everything but the sensation, moaning against his mouth as he slammed in rough.
I’d been scared that Sebastian would’ve made me edgy, but he hadn’t. Not with Lucas. Not with Lucas’s mouth and body on mine.
My hands were up and at him, fingers digging into his back, nails pinning. My knickers were stretched tight to the side, and it was anything but shame that burned inside.
He wanted this.
He wanted me.
He broke the kiss long enough to press his forehead to mine, thrusts still pounding in perfect rhythm.
“I could come like this, right here and now,” he told me, but there was the dirty glint in his eyes that I adored, and his smile was pure filth to match. “I could come like this, Anna, but I’m not going to.”
I cried out as he pulled out of me, but his hand was straight down to take the place of his cock, strumming my pussy like a master.
“Be my dirty girl,” he told me, and I knew what he meant. I was ready when he slipped two of his fingers to my ass and pushed them in.
“Yes!” I moaned. “Fuck, yes! Yes!”
I was writhing and panting as he tore my dirty wet knickers down my thighs. They were off and at me in a heartbeat. He rubbed them against my clit, but further. Deeper. Everywhere.
He rubbed them everywhere.
“Tell me to stop,” he said. “You can tell me to stop.”
But I shook my head.
I didn’t want him stop.
I wanted him to give me everything.
We were face to face when he pulled those knickers up between us. I couldn’t tear my eyes away as he opened his mouth wide and pinned that lace between his teeth. And then he sucked. He sucked on my filthy panties with filthy groans, and rubbed his cock between us all over again, but this time it was flesh to flesh, and I couldn’t stop myself wanting more. I couldn’t stop myself opening my mouth nice and wide to meet his, and it was crazy, and it was filth, but it was us.
Oh fuck, it was us.
He kissed me with filthy wet lace between our tongues, and my senses were burning, and my body was bucking against his, panting and moaning and grabbing him tight.
Crazy.
Hot.
Lucas.
This was the Lucas Pierce I’d fallen in love with. No restraints. No judgement. No barriers.
Unapologetic wants. Unapologetic filth. Unapologetic him.
He made me come for him all over again in dirty wet sheets, with dirty wet knickers between our open mouths, and I was lost. Lost to the explosion. Nothing else but the sensations and my heart burning bright.
I was still breathing frantic when I broke the kiss enough to meet his eyes, and he knew what I wanted. He was already moving with his cock in his grip before I said the words.
“Come in my mouth,” I whispered. “Please, Lucas, come in my mouth.”
He angled my head back and kneeled over me, and his coc
k was rising high, precum dripping as he stared down at my wide open mouth. The lace was on my tongue, and he stretched it tight across my lips, working his dick so hard I could hear the wetness.
“Take it like my dirty bitch,” he groaned, and then he came. A spurt of pure fucking cream that drenched my face, splattering my open mouth and my cheeks along with it, but the fountain kept on going, another stream landing right in my eye.
Fuck, I wanted it all.
He was shuddering when he finished.
So was I.
“Holy fuck, Anna,” he said, and lowered himself back down, his chest to mine. I wrapped my legs around him, and he was warm, and strong, and everything I’d ever wanted.
I didn’t need to ask him to kiss me, he was already there. He licked his cum from my cheek and pushed his tongue into my mouth all over again. And there was no shame in me. No urge to rush to my feet and disguise my weakness. No hating myself for my disgusting bodily functions and how I couldn’t control them.
My soul soared.
My heart burst free and made me fly.
I was happy. So damn happy I could touch the sky.
Lucas was catching his breath when he finally pulled away and took the knickers from my mouth. He rolled onto his back and dropped them onto his stomach like some kind of victory banner before reaching out for my hand.
He squeezed my fingers and he was grinning at the ceiling.
So was I.
I was grinning too.
And then I was laughing.
“I’ve got spunk eye,” I giggled, and I did have. I could feel it getting sore already, certain it would be bloodshot in minutes.
He was laughing along with me, and it was a beautiful sound. “Well, dirty girl. I think it’s safe to say I won’t be treating you like a china doll anytime soon.”
I caught my breath myself, and we relaxed into the buzz of the aftermath, holding each other tight – until the practicalities of Sunday morning eventually kicked in on us.
It was time to get moving.
My meds were easy to grab from my suitcase, and I took those with juice while Lucas stripped the bed.
