by Katy Kaylee
“Lucas.” His name escaped my lips on a harsh hiss. God, he was so good with his fingers. I adjusted myself, pulling the skirt of my new kick-ass dress up and opening my legs so he could have easier access to my desperate pussy.
“You’re so wet.” His finger slid inside me and it felt so fucking good. But I wanted, needed him deeper.
I tilted my pelvis, and slid down, taking him in deeper. “I need to come.”
“You’re not the only one.” His voice was rough.
I wasn’t sure how I was still jacking him off, because my mind was on one thing; the intense pleasure he was giving me with his one finger. I’ve used my fingers to pleasure myself, and it was never this electrifying.
“I can’t, Lucas.”
His finger stopped. “I’m sorry—”
“No. I mean I can’t watch the movie.” I gripped his cock hard, making him wince. “We have to get out of here.”
He nodded. Reluctantly I released him. He zipped up while I straightened my panties and adjusted my skirt. It was torture to walk, to have all that delicious sensation between my thighs stalled as we hurried up the dark the aisle. We rushed toward the exit past the bathroom.
“Lucas.” I headed to the bathroom.
He groaned. “Torryn, we’ll get arrested.”
God, he was right. What was I thinking having sex in a public bathroom? I was thinking I can’t wait a single second to have him inside me, that’s what I was thinking.
He took my hand and pulled while his other hand had his phone, those long fingers touching the screen. I was jealous of those fingers. Those fingers should have been on me. In me.
When we made it outside, he looked up the street. “Closest Uber is a Mini. Not fancy but it will get us to my place fast.”
“It could be a skateboard, as long as we get naked soon.”
He flashed me a sexy grin. “I love it when you’re needy for me.”
“You must be in heaven then.”
He surprised me by yanking me into him and planting a firm, hard kiss on my lips that sent my neurons firing on all cylinders. He released me. “Come on. Let’s go get naked.”
It dawned on me that I should be at work. That playing hooky from the job I’d coveted for years with the company I’d dreamed of working for wasn’t part of my five-year plan. Especially on only the second day of work.
But when we were in the car, and Lucas’ fingers once again found my needy spot, the only thing I could think about was him and me, and twisted sheets.
He called out his address to the driver, and then leaned closer to me, his lips millimeters from my ear. “I’m gonna take care of you, baby. Can you come without the driver knowing?”
I doubted it. I bit my lip and closed my eyes, as his fingers worked inside me again. I tried not to squirm, but my body wanted to ride those long fingers. I whimpered and opened my eyes, and looked at him with a mixture of need and worry about being caught.
“Come when I kiss you.”
I wouldn’t be able to breathe, but what the hell. I nodded.
He glanced at the driver, who seemed oblivious. Or maybe he often had sex-crazed couples in his little mini.
As horns blared outside the car, and we stopped, started, and made our way through the busy streets of Manhattan, Lucas finger-fucked me until I thought I’d die.
“Now, baby?” He asked when I grabbed his hand between my legs.
My head bobbed but I dared not say anything because it would probably come out in a long feral moan.
“Come for me, Torryn.” He pressed his lips against mine, as he pushed his fingers inside me and his thumb slid across my clit. I wanted to scream, but his kiss kept it inside me, which isn’t to say I didn’t make a sound. In fact, it was unlikely the driver wouldn’t know what was happening if he wanted to know. But at that moment, I didn’t care. All that mattered was Lucas and the intense pleasure he was giving me.
My orgasm hit like a bolt of lightning, slamming into me and then pulsing through my body. My hips gyrated, moving with his fingers as he drew out my pleasure.
Finally, I slid off the pleasure high.
“You’re so fucking sexy, you know that.” Lucas stared at me with a mixture of awe and something else I couldn’t place, but it made me nervous anyway.
I pushed that feeling aside and reached for him, but he pushed my hand away. “We’re here.”
“I can’t walk.”
“What?” He looked me with worry.
“My legs are noodles. You did that to me.”
He smiled, but it was strained. One look at his lap and I could see why.
“I’ll carry you if I have to.”
That wasn’t happening. Assuming he could carry me, I’d be embarrassed. I didn’t normally care about the fact that I was bigger than some consider attractive in women. I liked food and my curves. But on occasion, I could get self-conscious about it.
He quickly paid the driver and exited the car. He reached for my hand. “Walk or ride?”
“I can walk.”
“Then come on. There will be permanent damage to my balls if I don’t get inside you in the next thirty seconds.”
The elevator ride was longer than thirty seconds, but probably not the thirty minutes it felt like. There was a woman with two young boys, which meant no touchy-touchy with Lucas during the ride. Thankfully, his floor arrived first, and we bolted out of the elevator and nearly sprinted to his apartment. I laughed because it reminded me of all the times we’d been like this in high school.
“Blue balls is no laughing matter.” He fumbled to open the door.
“No, it’s not.” I followed him into the apartment. I was barely inside the door when he pushed it shut and then pressed me against it. His lips took mine in a hot heated rush as his hands slid under my dress and up my legs. His cock pressed against my belly and I longed to hold it. I wanted to watch it grow and pulse. I wanted to taste it.
Chapter 16
Lucas
“Lucas.”
“I need you.” I needed her like I needed my next breath. But something in her voice had me stop. As much as wanted her, I’d never force myself on her.
Her eyes shone with desire as she undid my pants. She maneuvered me, switching places so that I was against the door. What was she up to?
She shoved my pants and boxers down and dropped to her knees.
“Ah fuck, Torryn.” I threaded my fingers through the fallen strands of her hair as I realized what she was planning. It was my teenage wet dream come true. How many times had I jacked off to this image in my shower, starting when I hit puberty, all through high school, and even this morning? But as much as I wanted this, I never wanted her to do anything she was uncomfortable with. “You don’t have to—”
“I want to.” The truth of her words shone in her eyes. That was all I needed.
Her tongue snaked out over the tip of my cock, lapping up the pearl of precum that had been sitting there. I groaned at the feel of that soft pink tongue on my pulsing dick. My fingers tightened against her scalp. I gently pulled her toward me, wanting more contact. She opened her mouth, wrapping her lips around my tip, and then took me in that sweet hot mouth.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chanted as electric sensations slid over each other. I forced myself to watch as she lifted her gaze to mine, and then ran her tongue around the sensitive ridge of my cock. She knew I loved when she touched me like that. Then she sucked me deep inside her mouth again.
“That’s it, baby…God that’s so fucking good.” My head dropped back, hitting the door with a thud. This was it. Perfection. I wanted to thrust and fuck that perfect mouth but had enough wits to be careful. I didn’t want to hurt or scare her.
She slid her mouth, over me, taking me in and then out, those pouty lips drawing delicious tension over my cock. I gripped her harder, as my hips moved with her.
My breath labored, but not enough that I couldn’t tell her how much I loved her mouth. Loved my cock in her mouth. E
ach stroke she took me deeper and deeper until holy fuck, I hit the back of her throat.
“Ah fuck, Torryn. I’m gonna come.” I wanted to come right then and there, but more than that, I want to return the favor. To taste and lick and suck her sweet pussy.
She wrapped her hand around my dick and squeezed. “Something wrong?”
“No baby, it’s perfect.” I moved fast, pulling her up and switching our positions so she was against the door again. This time I dropped to my knees and ran my hands up her gorgeous thighs. My fingers found the waistband of her panties and yanked them down.
“What are you doing?”
I looked up at her. “I’m hungry, Torryn. Hungry for you.” I kissed her inner thigh, and then suckled lightly, wanting to leave a little evidence of where I’d been. “Open up baby. And hold on.”
She gasped but did as I said. In her high heeled shoes, with her sexy red dress hiked up to her waist, her hair messy and wanton, she opened for me.
I inhaled her sweet sexy scent, rubbed my nose through the soft lips, and then used the scruff of my beard on the pink nub distending from under the hood of her pussy. “I can’t wait to taste you.”
“Yes.” Her word came out on a long hiss. Her fingers clutched my head and pulled me to her. “Don’t tease me, Lucas.”
I didn’t want to tease her, but I wasn’t in a hurry either. I wanted to savor this meal. And when she came, I wanted to devour her love juice.
I slipped my hands to grip her sexy round ass to hold her to me. I ran my tongue through her folds, delighting at the mewing sounds she made as I tasted her soft ripe flesh. It was so much. Too much. I had a hard time knowing where to focus my efforts. I wanted to tongue fuck her. I wanted to suckle that sweet nub.
I started by thrusting my tongue inside her, glorying at the taste that coated my lips. Her hips rocked, as she tried to fuck my face. My hands gripped tighter, holding her still. I wanted to control this seduction, at least for now.
Withdrawing my tongue, I swirled it around her clit, faster and faster until finally sucking on it with my lips.
“So good….so good…so good…” she chanted like a mantra.
I repeated the sequence; tongue thrusts and clit sucking until she was writhing and begging me to take her over. Her fingers bore into my scalp as she sought her release against my mouth.
I released her ass, and brought my hands between her thighs, urging her to open more. I used my fingers, to open those magnificent pussy lips.
“Oh God Lucas.”
“Almost there, baby.” I slid one and then two fingers inside her, feeling her pussy walls grab and massage them. My dick was jealous, but he’d have to wait. I kissed her thigh. “Ready? I’m going to make you come.”
“Yes, oh yes, please.”
“Anything for you, Torryn.” If only she knew I meant more than orgasms. For now, this would need to be enough.
“Make me come, Lucas. I need to come.” Her fingers slid between her folds and for a moment, I wanted to watch her pleasure herself. But that would have to wait until another time because I wasn’t done feasting.
“I’ll take care of you, baby.” I pushed her hand aside, and while my fingers thrust in and out of her, I licked her clit and then sucked it into my mouth.
She cried out, followed by a long feral moan as her body rode my face. She held my head to her, her hips grinding against my mouth and fingers. I couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t care. If this was how I would die, I was alright with that.
And then I tasted it. Her juices gushed over my mouth and fingers as her orgasm overtook her. I lapped it up, not wanting to miss one drop of her sweet essence.
Slowly I let her down, but not all the way. I felt like a fucking bull, my cock was so hard and needed attention. I needed to come, but I wanted to do it inside her, letting her body shoot me to that blissful high. So, I continued to gently lap at her, and slowly pushed her to ascend again.
“Lucas…oh God…I can’t…”
“You can. One more baby. One more with me.”
She groaned, and I took that as a yes. But I wanted to be sure. “One more?”
“One more,” she gasped.
Chapter 17
Torryn
Was it possible to die from orgasms? I was one big orgasmic nerve and Lucas was plucking me into high heaven. I’d already come twice, and he was pushing me up again. And I was going. The tension of pleasure coiled tight in my pussy, radiating through my belly and beyond. It was so, so good. Beyond anything I could have ever imagined.
I’d always loved sex with Lucas when we were in high school, but now it was different. Was it age? Experience? Adventure? Why was it different now, I couldn’t say. But it was fantastic, and it wasn’t something I thought I’d be able to give up. I could get addicted to him and his fantastic mouth.
A little warning bell went off in the back of my brain. It was dangerous to need to him like this. He’d left without a goodbye six years ago. Who was to say he wouldn’t do it again? I still didn’t know why he’d left. A normal person would have asked, but I hadn’t cared enough to ask. My goal had been to make him love me and then leave him, just like he’d done to me.
My plan had backfired. I was the one at risk of being hurt again. I knew Lucas wanted me, or at least wanted my body. But I didn’t know how he felt. Was he just reliving his teenage dreams? Was this just trying make up for how he hurt me years ago, but his feelings weren’t involved?
His tongue thrust inside my body and swirled, sending all thoughts and warnings flying into the ether.
“Oh, God…there Lucas.” I teetered on the edge, needing one more nudge to fly again. He pulled away. “Oh fuck, don’t stop.”
He stood up quickly. “I want to come inside you, baby.” He kissed me hard as he positioned himself at my entrance. He rubbed his cock over me, coating himself with my slick wetness.
I gripped his shoulders, tilting my pelvis to take him inside me. “Come inside me, Lucas.”
I wasn’t sure if I was inviting him in or telling him to ejaculate in me, but I guess in this situation, it didn’t matter. Both were going to happen.
He thrust and filled me in an instant. My whole world shrunk to this moment. To this man, filling me so deeply he was a part of me.
I grabbed his shoulders. “Ah, yes, Lucas…more…more.”
It was like a tether broke loose in him, and he pounded me like a mad man. Crazed. Wild. And I loved it, moving with him, thrust after thrust the entire time.
“Ah shit, ah fuck…I can’t wait…” His fingers gripped my hips, as he continued like a piston inside me. “I’m coming…”
I swore I could feel him growing with each stroke and then he exploded, taking me over the precipice with him. My body clamped around him, locking him inside my body, as pleasure pierced so intense and strong everything went black for a moment.
He thrust deep, grinding his pelvis against mine, again and again, until all feeling left my body. His head fell against the door with a thwap over my shoulder.
It took me a second to get my bearings straight and feeling back in my limbs. But when I did, I laughed. “Oh my God.”
“Tell me that’s a good oh my God and that I didn’t hurt you.”
“It was that-was-amazing-I-think-I-saw-angels oh my God.” I was unable to move, and it was a wonder I was still standing. If not for the door, I’d be a gelatinous heap on the floor.
He lifted his head and grinned, clearly pleased with himself.
But this was supposed to my seduction. I narrowed my eyes at him. “But next time, you come in my mouth.”
He burst out laughing. “Yes ma’am.”
It took us both a minute to get the energy to move away from the door. He moved first, pulling up his pants.
“I don’t think you’ll need these, do you?” He tugged on the panties that were still looped around one of my ankles.
“I don’t have the energy to pull them up.”
“Then let me hel
p.” He slid the panties from my foot when I lifted it. Then he pulled down the skirt of my dress to cover me. “It was hard not to do that in the dressing room of the boutique today.”
I grinned. “Really?”
“You’d be horrified by the carnal thoughts that ran through my head.”
“Horrified? Why? I like everything you’ve done so far.”
He smiled and looked at me. Really looked at me, deep in my eyes. For a moment, I thought he might say something, and my skin prickled at what it might be. I was both eager and terrified to know what thoughts were currently ripe in his brain.
He tugged on a stray curl of my hair. “Will you stay?”
“For dinner?” Or was it lunch? I’d completely lost all track of time.
“Dinner, breakfast…everything in between.”
That voice that told me to be careful buzzed again at the back of my brain. I was supposed to be angry at him for leaving me. I was supposed to not have feelings beyond disdain for him. I was supposed to protect my heart. “Yes.”
Chapter 18
Lucas
There it was again. That sense of unease even though I should have been elated. She rocked my world, against my door of all places. She agreed to stay. So why did I feel apprehensive? I shook the feeling and smiled.
“I know you don’t think I can cook. In my defense, the last time I cooked, I was eighteen and hadn’t ever cooked before. I’m a little better now. I make a mean grilled cheese.” I looked at my watch. It was late for lunch but still early for dinner. “Or we can have some cheese, wine, and fruit.”
“Wine and cheese sound perfect.” She patted her hair and frowned. “I think I’ll go freshen up if that’s okay.” She looked around until she saw her purse on the floor next to the door where she dropped it when I ravished her body.
