by Lila Rose
When Wade was seated and had started the car, I told him, “It’s Mom. They were supposed to come home this weekend for a while to help an aunt out, but it’s been delayed,” I explained, then snorted at Zion’s comment in the group chat, which I told Wade as well.
Zion: But you miss me more than Lucas, right?
Mom: I don’t have favorites. Well, except if our little Muffy was still alive, then she would be my favorite.
Zion: Seriously, Mom, you would pick a mutt called Muffy over your own sons?
Mom: Yes (smiley winky face)
Zion: Do you know what muff stands for, Mom?
Dad: She found out when I said I wanted to eat hers (laughing emoji). She got scared I meant the dog.
Me: DAD TMI!!!!
Zion: Dad, no, just no.
Mom: Gerry, you’re sleeping on the couch tonight!
Dad: Come on, Lucy, it’s not like they haven’t done it…. Well, except maybe Lucas. Son, have you ever been with a woman?
I gasped. “Holy heck.”
“What?” Wade asked. Thankfully I’d stopped reading the comments after Mom’s one about the dog. This was just embarrassing.
Me: OMG I am NOT talking about this or anything sexual related to either of my parents. Anyway, I’ve got studying to do, miss you, talk soon, but never about this again.
Mom: See, Gerry you’ve scared him off now.
I closed the group message down and groaned. Sometimes my parents just went too far. It was lucky I loved them, because I knew they meant well in the end.
“Lucas, you’re bright red. What’s going on?” he asked, trying not to smile.
Sighing, I placed a hand over my eyes and told him what Dad asked. I didn’t have to wait. As soon as I spoke, Wade chuckled. It was when he quickly sobered, I removed my hand to see his tight grip on the wheel.
“What?” I asked.
“Nothin,” he replied, his voice a little tight.
“Wade, tell me.”
He glanced at me then back at the road just before he slowed and pulled up out the front of Zion’s house. “I just don’t like the thought of you being with anyone.”
Oh, wow. He was jealous.
I wasn’t sure if I could do it, but I sucked up my nerves and reached out with a shaky hand to place it on his thigh. “I’ve had one experience, and it wasn’t the best.” He went to open his mouth, but I got there first with “You’re older. I know you’ve been with many women, and numbers don’t matter to me because I know you’re here with me, and that’s all that matters.”
His jaw clenched as he flung his door open and got out.
Had I said something wrong?
Chapter Sixteen
Wreck
Fuck me. Fuck me. My chest felt thick, like my heart had swelled so damn big. I took a gulp of cool night air and rubbed a hand over my face.
I know you’re here with me, and that’s all that matters.
His words were the most perfect thing I’d ever heard. It meant he didn’t give a shit about my past and the number of women I’d fucked. He wasn’t scared I was playing him, and those words proved it. He knew I was where I wanted to be.
Walking around the car, I opened his door, leaned in, and undid his seat belt.
“Did I say something wrong?” he asked quietly.
“No,” I clipped. I shifted back, and Lucas got out of the car. When he was out of the way, I slammed the door closed and locked it. I grabbed the keys and his bag out of Lucas’s hand and then stalked up to the front door. I knew I was being weird, cold even, but I just needed to get him inside with the door closed and locked behind us.
Unlocking the front door, I pushed it wide, stepped in, dumped his backpack on the ground and waited for Lucas to step through. He did with a frown and drawn brows. He was worried. I didn’t like I’d made him worry, but he would soon know why I was being a dickhead.
Closing the door, I locked it, and faced him. Only he had his back to me and seemed to be looking around the living room while wringing his hands.
Shit, I’d gone and fucked this up. I stepped up to his side, grabbed his wrist gently, and led him down the hall to his bedroom. He followed, and I was surprised, yet grateful, he did. Inside the room, I turned him, cupped his cheeks, and kissed him.
Seconds.
That was all it took for Lucas to melt into me and accept my kiss, give it back, and turn it into more when his mouth opened against mine. I gripped his turtleneck and tugged it up. We broke apart enough for me to pull it from his body, then we were back to kissing. Lucas fumbled with my vest, and then it slid down my arms. The frantic kissing stopped. I took the vest and placed it on the office chair in his room. Turning back to him, I gripped my long-sleeved top and dragged it off my body, throwing it to the floor.
I then took in Lucas. His chest rose and fell rapidly. His pale skin outshone the backdrop of his bedroom, and I wanted to taste every inch. He wasn’t bulky like I was. He was slim but firm. Shit, the six-pack surprised me.
His cheeks heated under my gaze, and I watched as his eyes darted over my upper body. He went to cross his arms over his chest, and I wondered if he felt inadequate next to my larger, broader frame. I didn’t want him to because, to me, he was fuckin’ perfect.
“Don’t,” I ordered. “Don’t hide. Ever. I’ve never got hard for a guy, never thought about a guy, and look at me here in your room, wanting you. You’re fuckin’ stunnin’, Lucas.”
He rolled his eyes.
“Do I need to prove how stunnin’ I think you are?” I stepped closer, my cock throbbing under my jeans. Shit, every time I thought of this guy, I was sporting a semi or instantly hard.
He shrugged.
Good, I’d show him by my actions.
I’d never thought about doing this before to anyone, but I couldn’t wait to taste Lucas. Stopping in front of him, he smiled shyly. Only when I dropped to my knees, his mouth popped open in shock, and his eyes widened.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice high from shock. He tried to pull me back up, but I wouldn’t move.
“Provin’ to you how much I like your body.”
“Oh my God, you… ah, you don’t have to do that.” He fought me as I undid his jeans button and lowered his zipper.
“Know I don’t have to, Lucas, but want to.”
His hands landed over mine at his waist just as I hooked two fingers in to tug them down. “Stop, I… you’re, um, new to this… ah, it, you might not like it, and then you’ll leave.”
That was what he was worried about? Shit, he didn’t need to concern himself.
A chuckle dropped from my lips, and I shook my head. He seriously had no idea how much I craved his body.
“Lucas.”
“Y-Yes?”
“Remove your hands.”
“But—”
“Lucas, now,” I clipped.
He swallowed thickly and removed his hands from over mine, resting them down at his sides. I liked seeing his erratic breathing as I slowly glided his pants down his legs and helped him kick them off. His already hard dick sprang free and bounced in front of me, as if begging me to taste it.
I couldn’t wait.
I placed my hands at the back of Lucas’s thighs and rubbed them up over his ass cheeks. He shivered and panted, looking down at me with desire in his eyes.
I kissed his hip, then the other. “You’re fuckin’ sexy, Lucas.” I licked the tip of his leaking cock, and he moaned my name. Christ, I liked hearing it. “You want my mouth?”
“Yes,” he whispered.
“You got it,” I told him, and sucked the first cock I’d ever had into my mouth. His smooth skin tasted salty, but it was a good kind. I licked, sucked, and slid my mouth, tongue, and lips up and down his shaft.
“Wade,” he cried. “So close.”
I tightened my grip on his ass cheeks and pushed his hips forward, making his cock push into my mouth. I glanced up to see the wonderment in his eyes. He slowly shifted his
hips back and then forced his dick in. His eyes darkened, his mouth opened, and then he dropped his head back and groaned.
He looked back down at me, then out into the room. “Oh God,” he cried just as he pushed all the way in and came down my throat. He covered his face with his hands and mumbled something.
Grinning, I stood and removed his hands, but then he buried his face into my chest. “What did you say?”
He shook his head.
“Lucas” was all I said.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he blurted. “But I came in like two seconds.”
My chest shook with my laugh. “It’s good to see I can make you crazy like you do me,” I told him. He let out a squeal as I picked him up. He locked his legs around my waist, and I carried him to his bed. I sat, his legs untangling around me, so I lay back and kicked my feet up, rearranging him over my body.
Picking up the cover, I flicked it over his bare back. He got to his hands over me and stared down. “What’s this?”
“Sleep time.”
“You….” He shook his head. “No.”
“No?” I smiled. “Why?”
He ground his ass into my still hard cock. “Because of that.”
“It’ll go away. I wanted you to know what your words meant to me and how much I fuckin’ love your body. Now it’s time to rest.”
His eyes warmed. “Was that all the macho actions outside? I thought I’d said something wrong.”
“You didn’t. You couldn’t. I find you too fuckin’ adorable.”
He glared down at me, and I wanted to laugh. Fuck, he was cute. Reaching up, I tucked his hair behind an ear.
“I’m not adorable. Cute is okay, but not adorable,” he stated.
Smirking, I said, “Sure.”
He rolled his eyes, and I couldn’t stop looking at him. Fuck, he made me feel so much.
He rocked against me again, and I gripped his hips to stop while I ground my teeth together. Christ, I wanted to slide my cock right into what I knew would be a tight hole, but I didn’t want to rush this.
Hell, that was a first. Usually I’d have a woman under me in a second, but I didn’t want that with Lucas.
Motherfucking hell, he was making me mushy.
“Let’s get some sleep.”
When he pouted, I grabbed the back of his head and dragged him down so I could kiss that pout right off his lips. Only he thought I was giving him the go-ahead, so he rubbed his body up and down over me.
“Stop,” I ordered.
“Wade,” he said, kissing my neck.
“Yeah?”
“Can I ask a favor?”
“Uh-huh.”
“I want to suck your cock,” he whispered into my ear.
My hands tightened, one in his hair, the other at his waist. “You undo me, Lucas Storey.”
I felt his smile against my cheek before his kiss. He shifted back and said, “Please?”
“Never beg for anythin’ from me, Lucas. You can have anythin’ you want.”
He pulled back, and I got to see his smile; it was damn beautiful. He kissed my chest, licked, and then sucked on my nipple. I hissed out a breath and cupped the back of his head.
Lucas paused and grinned. “Hands behind your head. No touching. Just see and feel.”
Christ, it was going to be a challenge since I fucking loved touching him, but I’d give it a go. I placed my hands behind my head and let Lucas have his fun. He kissed me quickly and went back to taking his time on both nipples.
It was so damn hard not to reach out for him. Just watching and feeling was different. No woman had asked that of me. They’d been greedy in wanting everything, but then there was Lucas. Wanting to give and shit, maybe it was because I’d already drunk his cum down…. Ah, fuck, who cared what it was. I was close to forgetting my own name when Lucas dipped lower and kissed me just above my jeans.
“Lucas,” I warned, close to jizzing in my pants before he even got there. Fuck, it had never been this intense before.
Grinning, he met my eyes and undid the button, then slowly unzipped me. He dipped again and kissed my dick over my boxers. He grabbed my jeans, and I lifted my ass so he could pull them down. He shifted out of the way so he could take them all the way off, along with my boxers and socks, before he moved back between my legs.
“I like this view,” he said softly, his cheeks heating again. Goddamn, he was innocent and sweet.
“Glad you like it, Lucas. I like mine as well.”
And I did. Seeing him naked between my legs, his wild hair everywhere, his plump lips redder than usual, and knowing I got him off, was a shot right to the cock.
Smiling shyly, he lay on his belly, but up on his elbows, and brought my dick to his mouth to press a kiss to the tip. I clenched my jaw when he licked around the mushroom head and then sucked on it.
“Lucas, you gotta give it to me before I lose control and roll you over so I can fuck your mouth.”
My dick slid from his mouth, and his lips were still parted in an O shape.
Fuck me, he wanted that. There went another shot to my cock.
Growling in the back of my throat, I sat up quickly, grabbed Lucas under the arms, picked him up, and flung him back on the bed. In the next second, I was up and hovering over him with my dick dangling right near his mouth.
“Open for me, Lucas,” I ordered roughly, gliding the tip of my dick over his lips.
He moaned and opened his mouth while he used one hand to grab the back of my thigh and the other to glide up and down my chest, as if encouraging me to fuck his face.
“Jesus,” I hissed and pushed my dick into his warm, wet heat. His lips clamped down around me, eager to suck. As I pulled out slowly, I used one hand to cup the back of his head and adjust it for the right angle. I pistoned in and out, testing and feeling how fucking amazing it was. His mouth was to die for.
When I glanced down, I near blacked out from the pleasure coursing through me. Not only was Lucas taking my thrusting, opening his throat to me without gagging, but he loved it. He had his hand on his own cock, knees bent as he ran his palm up and down in a fast rhythm.
“Fucking hell.” I ground my teeth together so I wouldn’t lose my load. But then Lucas slid his hand from my thigh to cup my balls, and right away, they drew up into my body as if he’d commanded them. “Fuck,” I bit out. “Your mouth feels damn good.”
I lifted his head a little and fucked his mouth over and over. My body tingled for God’s sake. I knew I was going to lose my load and do it hard.
When Lucas hummed around me and then moaned, I glanced back down to see his cum shoot out and land over his pale skin.
“Christ, I’m gonna come. Want me to move?” His answer was to grip me tighter with his hands at the back of my thighs again. He didn’t want me to go anywhere.
I stared down at him as I let out a deep groan when the first squirt of cum shot into his mouth. He took it and drank it down, then again when more came from my body.
Breathing hard, I withdrew my dick slowly, and Lucas licked it all the way around. Then before I sat back, he grabbed my cock, drawing the last drop out of the tip onto his tongue before swallowing it.
“Fucking hell,” I muttered. “That was damn hot.” Of course, he blushed. But a man loved when it felt like their person couldn’t get enough of their partner’s load and wanted more. I dropped to the bed, reached to the bedside table and grabbed a wad of tissues which I used to clean Lucas up with, then threw them to the floor.
“Come here,” I ordered with my arm outstretched.
He moved around and curled into my side with his head on my shoulder and arm over my waist.
“You like being controlled in bed, Lucas?” From what I could see, he did, but he also liked soft and sweet.
“Sometimes,” he mumbled.
“Good.”
“Um, can you tell me something about yourself? Unless you want to sleep. I mean, I know we rushed into that, but I didn’t ex
pect the reaction you had from what I’d said, and it went kind of crazy from there—not that I’m complaining because I’m not. I liked it, ah, a lot. So, um, if you’re tired, we can talk another time.”
Chuckling, I gave him a squeeze and said, “I’ll talk, but I want you to eat while I do. Shit, we didn’t even bring in the food from the car.” I shifted him over and sat up. Reaching for my jeans, I pulled them on. “I’ll go get it. Don’t fuckin’ move, and then we’ll talk.”
“Okay,” he whispered, and I knew when he whispered like that, he was feeling whatever I’d said or was going to do deeply.
I liked that.
Chapter Seventeen
Lucas
The next morning, I was in the kitchen cooking bacon and eggs and thinking about the night before. We’d stayed up late getting to know one another. We didn’t have many things in common, but we still fit. He liked outdoor things, where I would prefer anything inside. However, relationships were about compromise. When I told him that, while looking like a fire engine with how red I was, I said I would be willing to try things he enjoyed. He took my mouth like he needed it to breathe.
What I enjoyed was there was no pressure of when we’d sleep together. I didn’t mean in the same bed. We’d done that last night, and I enjoyed it 100 percent, but I thought Wade would have wanted to progress quickly. He didn’t; he was happy to get to know one another and fool around before we moved on.
Honestly, I couldn’t deny my emotions. My heart was already committed to Wade Williams.
It was scary.
I could get hurt.
But I wanted to take the chance for him. Even if I tried, I couldn’t back away from him now. Not when he’d shown me how sweet he could be with me.
Hands settled on my waist. I dropped the tongs and turned to wrap my arms around his neck.
“Morning,” I muttered, noticing he was fully dressed.
He grunted while gifting me with warm, tired eyes and a small smile. Apparently, he wasn’t a morning person. The knowledge made my smile grow.
Lifting to my toes, I pressed my mouth against his. “I’ll get you a coffee.”
