Page 16 of Lilacs and Leather
“Is your greedy little ass feeling empty?” I ask mildly.
Lucas nods, whining and pushing back toward me. “Yes, sir. Please. I need your cock. I need you to fill me. Please.”
I set the plug down and pick up the lube, taking a moment to stroke my cock to thoroughly coat it. Every touch sends sparks flying over my skin, and I only manage a few strokes, so close to exploding that it nearly hurts. Lucas turns his head to me, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy with need. I move behind him and press the tip of my cock to his fluttering hole. With a smooth thrust, I seat myself to the hilt, groaning at the tight heat wrapped around me. Luc arches, hands scrambling for purchase on the slick marble.
My thrusts are slow at first, letting him adjust to me. The slick, tight heat of him around me is almost enough to make me forget that this is a lesson. But he feels so damn good, squeezing my cock as I fight to pull my hips back. But after a few languid rolls, I press deep and lean forward to grab a fistful of his hair.
“Lex said I could fuck you. She didn’t say tha’ you get to come,” I growl, snapping my hips forward, hard and sharp.
Lucas gasps at the sudden thrust, a whine spilling from his throat. I set a punishing pace, Lucas’s pine smoke scent mixing with the remnants of Lydia’s florals to send bolts of pure pleasure through my body. My fingers dig into his hip, the sound of my hips meeting his over and over driving me into a frenzy.
“Please, sir. I need to come, please let me come,” Lucas babbles, pushing back to meet my thrusts.
I swat him hard on the ass, and he clenches down on me. “No.”
Lucas lets out a cry, and I see his hand drifting toward his cock. I growl and grab his wrist, pulling it behind his back. I grab his other wrist, pulling them together so I can hold both of his wrists with one of my hands.
“Act like a brat, you get fucked like one,” I snarl, thrusting hard and fast.
With almost no warning, my spine tingles and my balls tighten. I slam forward, pushing Lucas harder into the edge, spilling deep inside of him. I stay still for a long moment, breathing hard as my whole body pulses with my release. Lucas’s hole clenches around me, desperate for a release I’m not going to give him. He is panting hard, almost sobbing with his need to come. But that’s not my job. Lex will take care of him when she gets home. I pull out slowly, Lucas whining at the loss of contact. I enjoy the sight of my cum leaking from his hole for a moment before I release his hands. Lucas tries to stand, but I press down on his back to keep him in place.
“But, sir—”
I growl deep in my chest, and he stops protesting with a swallow. I pick up the plug and the bottle of lube.
“I thought she said you could take it out,” Lucas whispers.
I laugh, a low dangerous sound. “She did. She never said I had to leave it out.”
Lucas lets out a desperate sob as I move behind him again. With one hand on his lower back to keep him in place, I touch the plug to his asshole, gathering up the stream of my cum that has leaked out. With careful pressure, I seat the plug back where I found it.
I step away and Lucas sits there for another moment, face pressed to the counter. I move to his side, stroking his hair gently. My skin still hums with the last traces of pleasure, and I have to push down my urge to hold him. I tuck my soft cock away and I gently play with his hair between my fingers. Being able to touch him like this grounds me, letting me come out of that headspace, to just be a partner, not a dom. Lucas’s breathing evens out, and he gathers himself, bending down and refastening his pants.
“Lucas?” I ask hesitantly.
“I fucking hate you two,” he grumbles, adjusting his still-hard cock to be slightly more comfortable.
I smirk and pull him into my arms. “I love you, too.”
He scowls up at me, but I only laugh and kiss him softly. He relaxes in my arms and returns the kiss.
“Are you truly upset about my interest in this omega?” I whisper against his lips.
He lets out a sharp sigh, not looking at me. “No, not really,” he grumbles, squirming a little. “I just…”
“I know, Luc. But if this is going to make you uncomfortable, then just say the word,” I say, pinching his chin gently between my thumb and forefinger and tilting his head so he looks at me.
Lucas lets out a long sigh. “Is it bad that I actually want you to see where this goes? That scent you brought home is like cocaine, even to me.”
I pull away slightly with a surprised laugh. His ears and neck are turning pink, and he’s not looking at me.
“I have an appointment to go back on Saturday, if you want to see what the fuss is about,” I offer slowly.
Lucas shakes his head. “You feel her out first. It’s not like what we have going on is… conventional. It might be too much for you to bring your boyfriend along to ask her out.”
Right. Heat rises in my cheeks. “I didn’t think about that,” I admit.
Lucas pulls away with a laugh and heads to our pile of takeout menus.