He slid his thumbs in his slacks. I paid no attention to them as they pooled at his feet. I couldn’t drag my eyes away from the black briefs that were failing to contain his cock.
I definitely lost my mind because instead of sexily unbuttoning his shirt, I yanked with both hands and sent buttons flying in every direction.
His smile was wicked. Evil. Like I’d just done something that had earned a punishment. I couldn’t wait to find out what it was.
“I hope you don’t expect me to pay for that,” I told him.
“I can think of a few things I want besides money.”
He hauled me against him and boosted me up with one hand on my ass. I wrapped my legs around his waist and plastered myself against him. Mouth to mouth, chest to chest.
We were moving. He was carrying me somewhere. I didn’t care where as long as he stopped long enough to put that monumental dick inside me.
My back met drywall. He pinned me against the wall with his hips and opened the front closure of my bra with one deft flick. His growl made my blood simmer in my veins. I lived for that sound of approval. My nipples were hard, straining toward him like flowers following the sun.
He dipped his head and fastened his mouth over one lucky nipple.
“Gah!” I said as he applied the perfect amount of suction, drawing the pink nub deeper into his mouth.
I bucked against him, dangerously close to coming already.
I could feel the bare, wet head of his penis as it prodded my thigh.
He lavished my breast with attention until the ecstasy had my head thunking against the wall.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice rough and ragged.
“Yes,” I breathed.
He moved on to the other breast, the other jealous nipple.
They felt so full and heavy. Every suck released a letdown of pure pleasure.
“Goddammit,” he murmured, lips moving against my breast.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, hissing as his chest hair teased my wet nipples.
“Every time, I think I’ll take my time. That I’ll spend an hour just on your perfect fucking breasts. I fucking lose it,” he said.
“Wha—”
I didn’t get any further than that. Because he plucked me off the wall and turned us.
I found myself on my knees, facedown on the upholstered ottoman in his living room. My ass was in the air, my face pressed into the blue linen.
Lucian hovered behind me, his erection nestled between my legs. I wanted him so damn much I was prepared to beg.
“You baited me at the bar,” he accused, coasting a hand gently over the flowered silk of my underwear.
“How?” I asked, ready to lie.
“That sweater and little fucking skirt. Your fingers brushing my dick when it was already rock-hard for you. Those sexy little glances while you played with your straw. I should teach you a lesson.”
His fingers curling in my panties, the drag of damp silk against my thighs was an exquisite kind of torture.
“As long as your lesson involves you fucking me, I’m all for it,” I said breathlessly.
His hand resumed its gentle strokes over the slopes of my rear end. I peeked between my legs and watched his penis slide back and forth through my folds.
“I hate not being able to touch what’s mine,” he confessed.
I was about to point out that our arrangement definitely did not allow for “mine” talk outside bed. But the hot head of his erection branded me with every brush against my sex. I struggled against him, sliding my knees wider, begging with my body.
“Please, Lucian,” I whispered.
“I don’t have a condom on yet,” he reminded me.
His tone sounded…different. Like there was something he wanted to ask for. Was it something I wanted too?
“I hit the gynecologist last month. All my tests were clear,” I said. Then winced. “But I’m not on birth control.”
“Vasectomy,” he reminded me. “And I was tested six months ago.”
His hands were still caressing my hips, the crown of his dick still nestled against my sex as if waiting for an invitation. My heart hammered in my chest.
He’d probably fucked his way through an entire professional cheerleading squad since then.
“I haven’t been with anyone since,” he added.
“Seriously?” No wonder he was so…explosive.
“Shut up.”
“Okay,” I said.
“Okay?” he repeated, prompting me for more.
“Put your bare cock in me and make me come, Lucian.” I couldn’t make it any more clear than that.