Sugar is Sweet

by Snow, Jenika

  Never in all of his life had he ever loved having his face pressed against a woman’s pussy, but with Millie, he was addicted.

  He sucked her clit into his mouth before sliding down to plunge inside her.

  Millie started to rock against his face, and he knew she was close to coming. Filling her tight pussy with three fingers, he felt every single pulse as she came, screaming his name.

  He’d never grow tired of hearing that sound. It was the best one in the world.

  Pulling his now wet fingers from her pussy, he wrapped them around his dick. He placed the tip at her entrance, stared up at her body, and slowly began to bump her clit. Each touch had her gasping.

  “I can’t take much more.”

  “You want my cock, you’ll take as much as I tell you.”

  She groaned but he continued to rock against her, heightening her need, prolonging her arousal, and watching as she came apart.

  Every time she whimpered, it drove his need for her higher. It would be so easy to slip down and fuck her hard.

  He wanted her completely devoted to him. Where no doubts about what they were doing lingered.

  Right now, he was being a selfish bastard. He wanted her undivided attention, and the only way he was going to get that was by having her needy and wanton with him.

  Finally, when he knew she couldn’t take any more, and he couldn’t handle it, he gripped her hips as he slowly, inch by inch, began to sink inside her.

  She cried out, and she was so incredibly tight.

  He gritted his teeth and slammed to the hilt, feeling her pulse around him.

  Staring down into her eyes, he knew she wasn’t a virgin, but the way she felt, he could have easily been fooled.

  For a few seconds, he didn’t move, couldn’t think. He was completely entranced by her.

  Taking hold of her hands, he pressed them beside her head, and knew there was no turning back.

  He had to tell her the truth.

  Slowly, he pulled out of her tight heat until only the tip of him was inside her, and pounded inside her.

  He did this for several thrusts, building up the pace, feeling her pussy grip him even tighter. She was so close to another orgasm, but he held her at the edge, wanting her to earn her next orgasm.

  He looked at where they were joined. Her pussy was spread open, the lips sliding down his length as she took him all in.

  He pinched her clit and rocked gently inside her.

  She didn’t fight him and he felt her body yielding to him.

  He didn’t stop her from reaching her orgasm though. Over and over, he slid inside her, pushing to the hilt, staring into her eyes, finding his own peak.

  She felt so incredible. He didn’t want to stop.

  Feeling her tighten around him, he didn’t fight his own release, and followed her into oblivion.

  He collapsed over her. His breath fanned across her nipple as he rested. He made sure to keep most of his weight off her. He loved feeling her softness against him.

  Time slowly slipped away.

  “There’s something I haven’t told you,” he said.

  “What is it?” she asked.

  He locked their fingers together, holding her in place.

  “Lucas?”

  “The phone call I had last night?”

  “Yeah?” She frowned.

  “It was from my son.”

  He waited for her response.

  “Son?”

  “Yes.”

  “You have a son? Like a child. We’re not talking a planet or anything.”

  He chuckled. “No, I’m talking about a living, breathing, human being.” He saw her nerves return.

  “Lucas?”

  “It’s fine. Everything’s fine. I wanted to be honest with you.”

  With each passing second, he felt like he had nothing to worry about. Yes, he had a son, but it wasn’t something that could come between them. He kept his son a secret on purpose. No one knew about him apart from close family and friends.

  “Lucas, we’ve got to talk.”

  11

  This all seemed so strange, so sudden.

  Although Millie wasn’t upset that Lucas had admitted he had a child, she was curious why he waited until now, until they’d been together. Wasn’t that something you tell someone before you get serious with them?

  Maybe he doesn’t see this as getting serious?

  This was serious, not in a bad way, but in the way that she knew this needed to be discussed. This...whatever this was, didn’t just concern them anymore. It involved him having a family.

  Millie grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around herself. She sat up on the bed and looked at him. He found his underwear and put them on, and she couldn’t help but appreciate the view of all that lean, hard muscle on display.

  When he sat back on the bed, his expression was serious, his focus trained right on her. She licked her lips and looked down at her hands, which were tightly clasped in her lap. “So, you have a child?” She looked back at him and saw him nod.

  “I do. That’s not an issue, is it?”

  She shook her head. “No, not an issue. I’m just curious why you waited until now to tell me.”

  He didn’t speak for long seconds, but she could tell that he was thinking over how to respond.

  “I didn’t tell you because I’m very protective of that part of my life, and I didn’t know how things would go with … how this would all play out. Does that make sense?”

  She nodded, and although she understood where he was coming from, wanting to keep that part of his life private, to protect it, a part of her wished he could’ve trusted her from the beginning.

  Then the logical part of her said he hadn’t known her on more than a professional level. Although this coupling had been fast and intense, consuming, she respected his decision to wait to open up to her.

  But he had now, and that was all that mattered.

  She wanted to ask more about his child, but it seemed awfully intrusive given the fact that they’d just had sex. Instead, she started dressing, feeling a little bit strange all of a sudden.

  “Hey,” he said softly, and she looked at him over her shoulder. “Are you okay?”

  She slipped her shirt on and smiled, turning to face him. “I am,” she said honestly.

  He patted the bed and she sat down. He reached out and took her hand in his, smoothing his thumb along her wrist. Electricity shot up her arm at that small contact.

  Millie didn’t know what it was about Lucas, but he inflamed her, woke up her senses. She’d never felt this way about another person. But, did all of this complicate things now? They’d had sex. She’d slept with her boss. Then he’d divulged a piece of personal information.

  A piece that he hadn’t told her initially because, maybe, he thought this would just be a one-night stand.

  That thought had her chest aching.

  Millie wanted more with Lucas. She’d wanted him since she started working at the restaurant. And now that she’d been with him in every way, that need had only grown.

  “Let’s have dinner. My place. Tonight?”

  She looked down at where he still held her hand. “Okay,” she said softly.

  “We can talk about all this. I can tell you how I feel.”

  Her heart raced at those words. How he felt? Of course, all the things—all the bad things—he could tell her slammed into her mind. But common sense told her that if Lucas didn’t want anything more with her, if sex had been his goal, he certainly didn’t have to see her again.

  “Okay?” he asked and grinned. And then he leaned in and kissed her softly. She closed her eyes and moaned, the feel of his lips on hers making her wet and needy all over again.

  “Tonight. Yes,” she murmured against his mouth and then he surprised her by pulling her back in the bed and moving on top of her.

  She giggled at the sudden movement, but then a moan was ripped from her at the hard length of his erection pressing between
her thighs.

  “You’re insatiable.” Those words came out of her in a sigh as her arousal rose.

  He dipped his head to her neck and started licking and sucking at her skin. “Only for you,” he groaned. “Only for you.”

  12

  His son was always a topic Lucas liked to avoid. He’d learned early on since having a baby that not all women were happy with the idea of having a kid. He totally got it. Before he had Timothy, he hadn’t wanted a kid invading his life.

  Whenever you had a baby, the responsibility for another life, your own life was never the same. The papers liked to paint him as some kind of a lothario. A new woman every single night. The playboy. There was a time when those papers would have been exactly right. Only, in recent years, he rarely took a woman to a hotel room. The dating was all for the cameras. If he played at life in front of the press, they never tried to dig deeper, and Timothy’s safety and privacy meant everything to him.

  He’d do anything to keep his son safe.

  Staring around his apartment, he heard Timothy playing in his room. For a six-year-old, he was very quiet and more than happy to play with his assortment of cars and bricks. The nanny, who had been with them from the beginning, had stayed with him today so he could go and see Millie.

  For the most part, his son was an angel. He was prone to falling, though, which was the reason he’d gotten called away from Millie the night before. Timothy had taken a fall, not a bad one, but it had shaken his nanny, Betty. Timothy just loved the attention from the nurses. It had been a nasty fall with a little cut to the head, but nothing to worry about, and so he’d taken his son home after dropping Betty off.

  He’d stayed with him all freaking night, watching him. That was how protective he felt and at the same time, he had his cell phone in his hand, wanting to explain everything to Millie. What he couldn’t do was tell her he had a kid. That he couldn’t do until he finally blurted it out during the weakness of an orgasm.

  Staring at the table, three places set, he knew he was breaking all of his own rules here.

  No woman was ever allowed to meet Timothy unless he was sure they were going to be good for him. He had to constantly vet and investigate because he wouldn’t allow his son to be hurt in any way.

  Running a hand down his face, he was tempted to cancel. He hadn’t really gotten to see Timothy around women he liked.

  Millie was special and now he wanted his son to like her.

  Checking on the table for the hundredth time, he finally stepped away, knowing he could do no more.

  He went to find his son.

  Timothy was sitting on the floor, driving cars along a road that wound around him. He spent a great deal of time playing racers and cars.

  “Hey, buddy,” he said, stepping into the room.

  “Hey, Dad.”

  “How’s the head?”

  Timothy smiled. “Betty put a Band-aid on it and let me have ice cream.”

  “You little scamp, you. You know all you’ve got to do is give her those sweet eyes and she’ll let you have anything.”

  “Yep. I didn’t even try.”

  Lucas chuckled. “So, I’ve got a friend coming over tonight.”

  “Betty told me. Said she’s a lady friend. Why does it have to be a lady friend? Why not a boy friend?”

  “Well, this girl is special.”

  “Why?”

  “She’s someone I like, like really like.”

  “Like a dog?”

  Lucas burst out laughing. “No. Not like a dog.”

  “How can you not like her like a dog? Dogs are so cute. Can we have a dog, Daddy?”

  “Not today, but maybe one day.” His apartment wasn’t suited to a dog, and he didn’t have the time to go and walk it every couple of hours either. Anyway, that was something for when he purchased a house.

  Now that he was thinking of his apartment and a house, he wondered if Timothy was thriving here. He’d do so much better with a yard, so he could run around. Being stuck in an apartment had to be wearing on him, it had to be.

  “I think this woman could be very special to us. I want you to meet her, and I want to know your thoughts.”

  “My thoughts?”

  “If you like her.”

  “What if she smells, Dad? There’s a boy in class and he’s always farting. It’s not funny and he has to sit by me. It makes me feel sick.”

  This was not going how he’d imagined.

  “I don’t think she smells like farts. You can tell her if you want but it can be very rude to.”

  “What does she smell like, Dad?”

  Heaven. “Really beautiful.”

  He heard the doorbell ring.

  He’d had every intention of picking her up, but instead sent a cab over to her so he could make them a really special dinner.

  “I’ll be good, Daddy.”

  “I know you will, son.” He kissed his boy’s head and got up.

  Making his way toward the door, he opened it up. Millie was dressed in a modest black dress. Her curves were on display but not overly sexual. She pushed some of her hair out of the way and smiled.

  “Hey,” she said.

  He could tell she was nervous. Shit, he was as well.

  “Hey,” he said.

  “So, I erm, I brought us some wine. I didn’t know what to get.”

  He smiled at the bottle she held. “I’m sure it’s fine.”

  “It’s bad. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I’m doing.”

  Before he could say anything, he felt his son standing beside him.

  “Hello.”

  His cute voice made Lucas smile. “Millie, I’d like you to meet my son, Timothy. Timothy, this is my friend, Millie.”

  “You’re the special friend?”

  Millie chuckled. “I guess.”

  “Do you smell like farts?”

  Lucas groaned at Millie’s laughter. “I hope not.”

  “Do you like cars?” Timothy asked.

  “Love them.”

  “Would you like to see my collection?”

  “Totally.” Millie smiled at Lucas and he nodded.

  It wasn’t the best start, but it was one.

  13

  “I liked having you over. Maybe you can come over again?”

  “I’d like that.” She smiled at Timothy and lifted her hand in a wave. After saying goodnight to Timothy, she rested back on the couch, feeling a smile play over her mouth. They’d had a nice dinner, and she’d gotten to know Lucas’s son a little bit more. They’d even played a board game.

  Although this seemed a little fast in the grand scheme of things, her meeting his son, one he was fiercely protective of, she couldn’t help but feel happiness fill her that Lucas entrusted her with this.

  Five minutes later, Lucas came back out with two wine glasses in one hand, and the bottle she’d brought. He lifted it up and smiled in question.

  “Sure,” she said and smiled wider, shifting over slightly to give him some room beside her.

  “Tonight wasn’t a total bust.” He sat beside her and she instantly felt desire wash over her.

  “Did you think it might be?”

  “I worried I’d end up saying or doing something to send you off running.”

  She smiled and shook her head. “Not possible.”

  They didn’t say anything else as he poured them both a glass of wine. The atmosphere was comfortable, the air thick with her desire for Lucas.

  He handed her the glass and they sat back. He faced her, his arm on the back of the couch, his focus on her.

  “So, not that bad, huh?”

  She chuckled. “It was really nice, to be honest. Timothy is such a sweet kid.”

  He nodded. “Yeah, he’s a good boy, too smart at times though.”

  She laughed softly and took a sip of the wine. Millie tried not to make a face, although she wasn’t much of a wine drinker.

  “You don’t like it,” he asked softly and set his glass down.
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  “I’m not much into wine.”

  “Me either,” he said and chuckled.

  “But bringing a bottle to dinner is something people do, or so I assumed.” She set her glass down, and when she faced him again, Lucas was closer to her. He had this look on his face as he stared at her lips. He reached out and ran his thumb along her bottom lip. When he pulled his hand back she saw a drop. He brought it to his mouth and sucked it off the digit, watching her the entire time.

  Millie felt her mouth part, that simple act so intimate.

  And then he had his hand cupping her nape, pulling her closer, placing his mouth on hers.

  She couldn’t breathe, didn’t want to if death felt this good. He moved his tongue along hers, forcing her to take it, retreating so she followed. They did this over and over again, the heat in the room moving between them, rising, suffocating her.

  “I want you,” he said as he broke the kiss and started trailing kisses down her jaw and along her neck. She tipped her head back and closed her eyes, the pleasure so intense she was drifting away.

  “I want you, too,” she whispered just as he licked and sucked at the base of her neck. He went lower, running his tongue over the neckline of her shirt, right above her breasts, making her nipples harden. She wanted his mouth on her, needed it there.

  He gently pushed her back, so she leaned on the couch.

  “Tell me what you want,” he groaned against her flesh. “Tell me where you want me.”

  “Everywhere,” she gasped when he sucked on her nipples right through her shirt.

  “Show me,” he murmured.

  Millie opened her eyes and looked at him, her lips feeling swollen from their kiss. She felt brave as she placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him lower until his face was right over the area that ached the most.

  While watching her, Lucas unbuttoned and pulled down the zipper of her jeans. She quickly kicked off her shoes, her breathing coming faster and harder at the thought of what was about to happen.

  “What about—”

  “He was already asleep before I even left his room.”

  Then he gripped the edge of her pants and pulled them down her legs slowly. She lifted her lower half up, so he could remove them.