Page 18 of Lucas

I hold back a chuckle when her shirt suddenly hits the floor and her bra soon follows. When my legs hit the mattress, I slowly let her body slide down mine. And I have her jeans off, reunited with her other garments in no time flat.

Abby is perfection. A dark-haired beauty with tits that just beg to be sucked. By yours truly.

Ripping open a foil packet, I wrap it up and place the tip at her soaked entrance. Fuck, the heat is almost too much for me to bear. Leaning on my elbows, I cover her body with mine until we’re skin on skin. Nothing between us. Her half-hooded eyes tell me everything I need to know. She’s ready and so am I. In one animalistic thrust, I’m impaled inside of her warm, wet heat.

Ah, the promised land!

***

Abby

After Lucas sentme that dick pic last night, I was summoned to go clubbing with the girls. I did and I had a good time dancing with my sexy stranger, but he’s not Lucas. And since he wasn’t forthcoming with his name, I figured he was just out for a good time. So, sometimes, you just need to go after what you want. And I want Lucas.

Hence the reason my hand slips inside his low-slung jeans. Warm heat and hard steel greet me as I wrap my hand around his girth. I love how his cock twitches in the palm of my hand. He kicks off his jeans, places his hand over mine, and picks up the pace. God, I love watching his face when he’s in the throes of pleasure. His chocolate eyes burn a hole right through me, and when his mouth parts I’m the one who moans. Lucas is so fucking hot, I want to run my fingers through his thick hair.

I gladly drop to my knees when he tells me my hand feels good, but my mouth would feel amazing. I don’t bother telling him I’ve been dreaming about this since he sent me that pic last night. Since I’m here now with my mouth wrapped around his cock, deep throating him as I lap and lick at the salty bead that formed on his tip.

With a feral growl, he tugs me up by my arms. We stare at one another, our chests heaving as I grind on his cock. Lucas grabs my ass and I wrap my legs around him. He quickly points out that he’s naked and I’m fully clothed, so I make quick work of shedding my shirt and pants. When I am stark naked, he backs me up against the bed. With one bounce, he’s sheathed himself and he’s spreading my legs wide. I can feel the heat of him before he pushes at my wet entrance. A groan rips through the both of us as he plunges deep inside, then slowly pulls out.

I have no words to describe how I feel with him hovering over me. Watching me watch him.Silent but deadly.I’m desperate to move so I can feel him deep inside of me, but it’s not what he wants. So I wait for him.

We don’t move but remain connected in the most intimate way. Both physically and emotionally. Maybe I’m just as much a sex addict as he is. The only difference between he and I is I only want him to tame the beast clawing inside of me. He wants to set it free. I’m obsessed with him and how he plays my body. Just one touch, his mouth on mine, and I’m a goner.

“Abby, what are you doing to me?” He doesn’t give me a chance to answer as his mouth claims mine.

Skin on skin, he thrusts inside, pulls out. Rinse and repeat. While his mouth bites, nips, and sucks on mine.

Branding me. Claiming me. If only for tonight.

In a flash he flips me over. Now, I’m on top. His feral gaze pierces right through me as he grabs my hips and pushes me down on his throbbing cock.

My head falls forward while my hands land on his heaving chest. Steadying myself for the ride of my life. He’s so thick and wedged so deep that I can feel him expanding inside of me. He pulsates against my core, which causes an erotic sensation every time one of us moves. It’s too much, yet I’m desperate for more.

“Come for me, baby. I know you want to. Just let go.” I’ve always been a sucker for come on-demand, and with Lucas, even more so. My orgasm was slowly building but just knowing he wants it, demands it, tips me over the edge. I come so damn hard, and with one more thrust of his hips he follows me into the brink of insanity.

This right here is the most awkward part about having sex. Do I just get up and leave or do I stay? Decisions, decisions. “Keep the bed warm, I’ll be right back,” he says. Well, that was so much easier than I thought. Come to think of it, he did tell me he had all day long when I asked him if he was busy. Truth be told, there’s nowhere else I’d rather spend my day off than in bed with him.

The bed grows cold without him, but on the plus side I can ogle his tight ass as he saunters into the bathroom. I bet I could bounce a quarter or two off of those sculpted globes. I seriously need to lose that train of thought before he gets back; otherwise, I might start giggling and that wouldn’t be very sexy, now would it?

While he’s busy doing his thing, I take a minute to admire the view. His loft is amazing. So open and airy, and the clear lights he has hanging from the beams give it a luminous glow. It’s breathtaking at night since it’s reminiscent of stars glowing in the night sky. Maybe I’ll be lucky enough to see it again tonight.

Of course he’s hard as a rock as he struts out of the bathroom, making my thighs clench in anticipation. “Is food good for a hangover? ‘Cause my head’s pounding and all I’ve had is a cold cup of coffee.”

“Absolutely. And make sure you drink plenty of water. Not that I speak from experience, but my girls are known to get tanked from time to time. Do you have stuff in your fridge? If so, drink the water and I’ll make breakfast.” I’m elated when he opens his fridge and starts pulling out eggs, bacon, and a loaf of bread. He then sets a pan on the counter along with salt and pepper. I’m just about to start preparing everything when he sidles up behind me.

“Here, put this on. I wouldn’t want you burning these gorgeous tits since I’m not done with you by a long shot.” My heart is beating erratically as he slips the shirt over my head and arms. He then brushes his fingertips over my tits in a circular motion. Leaning in, he whispers, “After breakfast, I’m going to have you for dessert. So let’s get cracking.”

12

Lucas

I haveno words to explain what went down with Abby yesterday. Not only did we spend the day fucking, eating, and watching movies, I took her up to the rooftop. Never, ever, has anyone been up in my space with the exception of the band. What the fuck was I thinking? I’ve never met a woman before who is so in sync with my every thought or desire. It’s scaring the bejesus out of me. I’m not a one flavor kinda guy, but there’s something about Abby that I trust. Which compels me to lower my guard when I’m around her. Because of that, I need to back off. She’s very distracting.

She crawled out of bed at the crack of dawn since she needed to open the shop today. As much as I’d love one of her fancy coffee drinks, I made my own, showered, and dressed at breakneck speed. Not sure why, since I don’t need to be at Trevor’s for another two hours. I must admit I’m getting antsy with the concert a few days away. Hell, I’ll just get there early and see if I can set music to some lyrics bouncing around in my head. It just might take my mind off of the big day.

I quietly slip inside the house and go downstairs into the studio. Being soundproofed, I won’t disturb Mrs. C or anyone else who’s trying to catch a few extra Z’s. Grabbing my guitar, I open my notebook and begin messing around to see if I can’t create the perfect song. I’m so caught up in the moment that I have no clue how much time passes when Trevor enters the room. He doesn’t interrupt me when he slouches against the couch. We give each other a brief nod and I continue doing what I’m doing.

After I master the piece, I sing the lyrics I jotted down a few nights ago while Trevor uses his hands to tap out a rhythmic beat on his thighs. My blood is pumping through my veins when I think how awesome it will sound when everyone gets here.