18. Chapter 18

eighteen

Athena

I had no idea who kissed who first. It didn’t matter.

All that mattered was his lips on mine and my lips on his. Kissing hard, teeth biting, mouths sucking.

Hands grabbing, fingers gripping, nails scratching. His body against mine, as close as possible.

I could hardly breathe, but I didn’t care as long as he kept touching me.

His lips moved down to my neck, giving me a chance to suck in a deep, shaky breath that turned into a moan when he used unexpectedly gentle fingers to sweep my hair out of the way, fingertips trailing along my sensitive skin. Why did everything feel so damn good all of a sudden?

But then those gentle fingers found their way to the thin strap on my tank top, pulling it down my shoulder so forcefully the seam ripped, the material of the strap roughly parting from the neckline of my top. I gasped, pulling back from him a couple inches. Why was that so fucking hot?

His hungry eyes stayed glued to me, studying my neck and shoulder and even my newly exposed collarbone as his hands dropped down to a relatively tame position on my hips.

I decided it wasn’t fair. I grabbed at his shirt, hands reaching between the buttons to grip both sides and pulled with all my might, the buttons flying in every direction as I forcefully parted the material. There. We were even.

Lucas looked damn good half naked. My hands went to his firm chest, rubbing the warm skin as I slid my fingers up to his shoulders, pushing the ruined shirt off and down his arms.

Seeing my excitement, he pulled me close to him again, my breasts aching as they collided with his chest and we were kissing again, his arms wrapping tight around my back. His hands snaked up under the back of my shirt, fingertips electrifying against my skin and turning my spine to jelly.

I could feel the grin on his lips even as he chastised me between kisses. “That was a perfectly good shirt you just ruined.”

“I know,” I breathed back, not bothering to hide my smile either.

“Ruining good shirts. What a naughty girl,” he growled, voice dropping an octave. My panties practically dropped themselves at that deep, throaty tone.

“What can I say? You make me want to be naughty.” So naughty. Bad. Reckless, even. “I think you like it, though.”

“You bet your ass I do.” He reached one hand down to squeeze said ass, a welcome surprise when his hands, while firm and sexy and roaming freely, had stayed in relatively tame areas thus far. I squeaked in surprise, but then threw myself harder at him, my hands holding his face to mine while I thrust my tongue into his mouth. Those fingers of his kept a firm grip on my ass, caressing, his other hand reaching down to mirror the motion with the other cheek, and then he was lifting me.

I squeaked again, but we were only moving a few over until my back hit the wall. He dropped me to my feet, hands on my hips turning me to face away from him. He pressed me gently, but firmly against the wall, his hard body following me until I felt him against my back, hands skating down my arms until he arrived at my wrists. Gripping them tightly, he pulled my hands up above my head, pinning me in place.

Oh God, yes.

I felt exactly how much this was affecting him, too, against my backside. He moved both my wrists to one hand, the other coming down to my chin, tilting my head to the side so he could kiss me oh so fucking deeply until I was moaning, back arching and hips moving and ass grinding against him.

His hand left my chin, sliding over to my cheek as he slowed the kiss for just a moment and met my eyes. Both hands left their positions for just a couple seconds until I felt the tips of his fingers sliding half an inch under the waistband of my shorts. He paused there, leaning down to look directly into my eyes.

“Can I take these off of you, Athena?” I moaned again, that deep sexy voice making me throb where I needed him most. “Athena, I’m asking you a question.”

So fucking commanding. So fucking hot. I nodded .

His fingers inched down farther, hooking the material and pulling my shorts a couple more inches down my legs until they were able to fall to the floor, leaving me in my tank top and a pair of cute lacey cheekies. Before I could step out of the shorts I felt his hand come down and smack my ass. I gasped, but before I could even feel the sting, his hand was already rubbing that same spot, smoothing away any potential discomfort.

“Good girls answer my questions the first time I ask them, Athena. Bad girls get spankings.”

Oh dear God. My eyes rolled back as he rubbed his hard dick against my panties.

“Don’t act so surprised, Athena,” he murmured, kissing down my spine until his knees hit the floor behind me. His hands cupped my ass, squeezing and caressing, his thumbs meeting in the middle and rubbing so close to my core. So close. “I promised you a spanking before that first kiss. Let’s try this again. Can I take these sassy little panties off, my goddess Athena? I can’t worship you properly while you’re wearing them.”

Half of me wanted to stay quiet so he’d spank me again, but I wanted whatever he had planned once they were off even more. “Yes,” I moaned, arching my back again and resting my forehead against the wall.

“Good girl,” he intoned in that deep voice, placing open mouth kisses on the part of my ass exposed by the cheekies. “Your wish is my command.”

And then he pulled the panties down so they landed with my shorts on the floor.

“Beautiful,” he said, palming my ass again. Who knew that Lucas was such as ass man? Who knew that I would be so into it?

Wearing just my ripped tank top I was hit with the urge to turn around and make him as naked as I was. I needed more. “I showed you mine, now you show me yours.”

“All in time,” he said. How was he so in control of himself? He’d barely touched me and I was already spinning out of control. He rubbed the five o’clock shadow on his cheek against my ass and I felt my entire body clench. Why was stubble so fucking sexy? “I need more time to enjoy you this way, Athena. We’re still only at the appetizer, baby, but don’t worry. I’ll save room for the main course.”

“You’ve got that big an appetite?” I tried to joke, but it came out sounding weak. His hands held on tight to my hips, holding me still against the wall.

“I’m starving. I could eat you up all night long.” But then the fucker went and bit my ass.

I gave a little scream, trying to twist in his grip but unable to turn fully. It only took half a second to recognize there was no pain with the bite, just more surprise at the little nip, and my brain began to function again.

“God, you’re a pain in the ass!” I joked—there was no real pain from the bite—as I attempted to swat at his face when he nipped at my other cheek as well. Lucas laughed as he dodged me, and if I thought he was handsome before, it had nothing on how he looked with a big, goofy grin on his face. He was meant to be smiling, laughing, having fun. He didn’t have enough of that in his life, and I felt blessed to be a part of it for the moment .

I turned around to face him, wanting to pull Lucas up into my arms, but he took the opportunity presented to him and kissed my stomach, then the skin below my belly button, then even lower.

He groaned deeply into my mound as my fingertips tried to find a grip along the wall, his hands running up and down my thighs a couple times before coming back up to grip my hips again, thumbs rubbing gentle circles into my hip bones.

He dipped his head down to my knee, nudging with his forehead until I lifted my leg to rest over his shoulder. And that hungry man wasted no time going to town, tasting my length from opening to clit in one long, smooth lick. He pulled back just far enough to tilt his head even farther back and meet my eyes.

“Delicious,” he said, tongue running over his lips. “So glad I skipped dinner tonight.” Then he returned his mouth to my core.

I moaned deeply, feeling just so utterly feminine. One of my hands went to cradle his head, twining into his hair—not so perfectly styled for once—and the other tried to find purchase on my own body, grabbing at my neck, pulling at my scalp, palming my breast.

When his hands shifted from my hips to my ass I couldn’t take it anymore. My hips rode along with his movements, the feeling nearly unbearable when one hand reached lower, past my ass and down to my entrance, one finger circling where I was absolutely throbbing for him. He stopped feasting for a moment and came up for air .

“May I please fuck you with my fingers, Athena?” he asked, not even waiting for me to answer before going back in to suck at my clit.

Dear god, this man’s dirty words alone could do me in, but who was I to stop him from using other methods, too?

“Yes. Please yes,” I moaned, hips swaying and grinding on his face.

He slipped that finger in me, sliding straight to his last knuckle with how slick I was with desire. I felt him moan against me, and he quickly added a second finger, starting slow, but quickly picking up speed as he thrust his fingers in and out. My orgasm burst from within me in one fell swoop. No gentle building, no climbing to the peak. Everything just felt so fucking good that it went from amazing to climax from one second to the next.

Maybe that’s just what happened when you spent four full days of foreplay and trying to convince yourself not to fuck someone. After our altercation my body was primed and ready for a release of all that primal energy and tension, so I tumbled faster than I ever have before, screaming, head snapping back against the wall. I felt the plaster start to give and my head was still tender from that close call with the bullet in the airport, but none of that mattered as I toppled over the ledge to bliss, harshly and suddenly.

Once I came out of the depths of my orgasm, I shifted my hands to Lucas’ shoulders, shoving him backward until he was splayed back on the floor in front of me. I followed him down, straddling his body with my lips meeting his. I kissed him furiously, tasting myself all over his tongue. He only spoke again when I pulled back to catch a breath.

“Did I say I was done having my way with your pretty little waxed pussy?” he asked, one hand coming up to my face to cup my cheek and the other drifting down to cup said pussy, stroking the smooth skin of my mound. His thumb stroked my lips tendering at the same time that his fingers stroked my other lips possessively.

I groaned. I wasn’t kidding when I told him I didn’t mind taking a man’s orders in the bedroom—or the living room either, I guess. A man who knew what he wanted and was a good enough lover to never make you regret letting him take control of the situation? Nothing sexier.

“I’m asking you a question, Athena. What makes you think I’m done?” His free hand roamed all up and down my body, feeling my toned stomach, palming my breasts one at a time. But then the grip on the back of my neck was firm as he directed my head to his so he could look in my eyes. “I’ve only just begun eating that pussy. You came too quickly. I’ve only had a taste. I want more.”

“Later,” I said, reaching down to loosen his belt buckle. I got the belt undone and was reaching for the zipper when he sat up, his hands catching me around my back so I didn’t fall as he continued to a standing position. I was along for the ride, man, and the ride was leading me to the back of the couch.

Yes.

He bent me over the back of it, as promised, and I moaned just so fucking deep as his hands palmed my ass. Finally.

But instead of fucking me, he fucking spanked me again. “Bad girl, coming so soon.” He scolded, hand gentle as he rubbed the spot he just spanked. “I’ll just have to start over again from scratch.” And then he fell to his knees again, burying his face in me, hands holding my ass as I squirmed and bucked in his grip. Already sensitive from the biggest orgasm of my life, I was anything but quiet and came a second time before his fingers even pushed all the way inside me.

He released me just long enough to scold me again, though his fingers kept moving, riding through the orgasm with me. “Bad girl, coming without me a second time.”

And he put his mouth back on me, smothering his words. When he reached around my hips and began rubbing my clit my eyelids slam shut. After just a few short moments I screamed again as I went from two orgasms to three. I writhed while he licked and sucked and rubbed and pinched and it was just all too much.

But other than my heavy breathing, I stilled when his hands left me and I heard his zipper finally slide down.

“Athena,” he sighed, tsking at me. “Do you think I’m going to put my cock in you?”

That filthy fucking mouth. He needed to stop talking and just do it.

“Only good girls get fucked, Athena. Can you stop coming long enough for me to enjoy my dinner? I can’t fuck you properly on an empty stomach. Can you please be a good girl and let me worship you like the goddess you are? ”

I groaned, beating my fist against the couch cushion in frustration, but I had enough mental fortitude back to form real words.

“You’re setting me up for failure,” I argued, flipping my hair over my shoulder to look back at him. “I can’t possibly do what you’re asking under these circumstances.”

“Which circumstances might those be?”

“You cannot possibly expect a grown woman like myself to fight off a climax when they’re so rare from the opposite sex. You need to make a choice: either make me come, or don’t. If you don’t want me to come yet, you’re going to have to put in a little less effort and make it not happen for me.”

He grinned at me. “You make a good point, counselor.”

“Of course I do.”

“You’re very sensitive down here,” he said, swiping a gentle fingertip across my clit again before he slid it back over to my entrance, circling, teasing. I fought to keep my toes uncurled and foot from twitching. “You need a distraction to take you out of the moment some so your pretty little pussy has a chance to calm down and recover. Is that accurate?”

“Yes,” I groaned, my arms finally giving out so my chest fell forward to hit the back cushions on the couch. Despite his words his fingers kept up the circling, the swirling, the teasing. Asshole.

“Do you have a suggestion for a proper distraction?” he asked, pushing that finger in, only to pull it right back out to circle again, driving me crazy. I shook my head. “May I make a suggestion then?”

“Please,” I begged, no shame at all .

“I think that if you’re focusing on sucking my cock, you’d be a little too absorbed in your task to focus on your own orgasm.”

I let out a breathy laugh. Men.

“You’re telling me you’d prefer to have your dick in my mouth over my pussy? Is that really the hill you want to die on?”

I wasn’t complaining. I was so turned on I’d be willing to do just about anything, but I didn’t want him to know he could have me that easily. I mean, have me in a way other than the traditional way I was bargaining for, for some reason.

“No, but I really love eating your pussy, Athena. It might be my new favorite thing. And I can keep enjoying it at the same time as a blowjob, but I can’t eat your pussy and fuck it at the same time.”

I looked back over my shoulder and exaggerated an eye roll for his benefit. “How about you fuck me until my legs give out under me, and then you can eat me out for the rest of the night when I can no longer support my own limbs to do anything else anyway. Is that a sound compromise?”

His eyes bored into mine as he sank three fingers deep into me, caressing my aching pussy as he slid them back out, then in again. We both moaned, our groans harmonizing when he finally gave in to what my body was craving.

“I can live with that.” His words were casual, but his eyes blazed, voice darker than ever. My gaze stayed locked onto his as he slowly stood up behind me. God, he was so tall and manly and strong. I didn’t break eye contact with him until he pulled me back upright, helping me out of my ruined tank top before his lips met mine in another long, deep kiss .

My body melted into his. I didn’t feel like my own person anymore. I felt like even my skin was his and his flesh was mine, like we were one person together, meant to always be touching, never separated.

But we did separate as Lucas gently guided me back to my position bent over the couch, bending me over just like he promised he was meant to, and positioned himself at my entrance.

“Last chance to turn back, Athena,” he warned. “I’m assuming you want this, but I need to hear you say the actual words.”

“Yes, I want it, Lucas. Pleasepleaseplease put your cock inside me and fuck me until I can’t walk anymore.” I needed him more than I needed anything else in my whole life. There was no pretending, no hiding, just a deep-seated need to have Lucas Blake deeply seated inside of me.

Keeping one hand on his dick behind me, his other hand reached forward and gently tucked my hair behind my ear, giving him space to lean forward and breathe into my ear, “Good girl.”

And then he finally pushed inside.

We both groaned when he slid in so smoothly, so fully, my slick arousal guiding the way home. He stayed still, holding his position inside me much too long, the only movement when his hands ran down my arms to squeeze my hands where they gripped the back of the couch, fingers briefly lacing through mine with another quick squeeze before he let go .

And then, like the good, good man that he was, he made good on his promise. Hands moving to my hips, he pulled out, thrusting back in much more quickly, almost roughly.

I let out a throaty, feminine grunt at the intrusion, feeling his cock already bottoming out inside me. Damn.

His face still at my neck, he gave me a little kiss below my ear. “You okay?”

“God yes.”

“Good girl,” he said again. And then he began again in earnest. In and out, harder and harder, urged on by my moaning and squirming, my back arching and hips pushing back to meet him with each thrust. He was just as loud as me, groaning and grunting and moaning, words lost to both of us as he kept going.

When I felt like I couldn’t take it any longer he seemed to read my mind, one hand reaching around to rub my clit again. I came harder than ever, losing my balance and just letting the couch support my full weight. My voice was hoarse, raw from the cries and screams he conjured in me, and still the waves kept coming.

“Yes. Yes. Good girl! Yes!” he called from behind me, his own hips going erratic as his release rocked through him in time with me until he fell back onto the floor behind the couch, pulling me down with him.

Hands a lot more gentle on my hips, he helped me into a comfortable position, head in the nook of his arm. I happily clung to him, snuggling in close.

“How are those legs, Athena? ”

“Jelly,” I confirmed, letting my body go limp against him. “As promised you can spend more time eating me out if you must, but you’ll have to carry me up the stairs first.”

The sound of his laugh warmed my chest. “Give me a minute. My legs are jelly, too. That pretty little pussy is magic.”

I shuddered. I should have been fully satisfied. I had, what, four orgasms already? But the fire in his eyes told me I was in for more.

“Just go easy on me, Lucas. I need to be able to walk tomorrow morning.”

“But not tonight. So you’ll have to let me know if I start straddling the line where your recovery time leaks into tomorrow, because I really like seeing you so out of it that you can’t walk thanks to me.” And then this man, this strong, steady man, shifted my body in his arms and rose to a standing position carrying my full weight and headed to the stairs. Those thoughtfully curated muscles weren’t just for show, and I tried to hide how impressed I was.

“Why do men judge themselves based on sexual prowess? Isn’t that a little outdated?”

“Maybe. But there’s something gratifying about knowing that we can please our women folk at least as much as they please us.”

Okay, that was a little heartwarming. If I hadn’t already melted into a boneless pile of woman, his words would have done the job.

“Did I please you, Athena?”

I debated making a sarcastic remark back. The banter between us was a great asset. But I could see the real worry in his eyes. I recalled the explicit consent he asked for, more than once. The way his hands held mine so softly before he got rough. The way he checked in on me. He really wanted everything to be hot and sexy and perfect.

I’d never had a more considerate lover. I fought to keep my expression steady and my lip from trembling as I came to the stunning realization that although we clearly fucked—banged, boinked, did it, whatever other crass words you wanted to use—there was a kindness, a familiarity that also made it feel like making love at the same time. It was sexy, hot, spicy…but I also felt cared for, cherished, worshipped like the goddess I was named for.

“You did more than that,” I answered honestly, but I couldn’t keep the sappy feeling going until I examined my feelings more. I added a sarcastic, “Good boy,” and patted him on the head.

He snorted. “Not exactly my kink, but I appreciate the effort.”

I pointed him toward my open bedroom door, and he walked me in, turning sideways as he carefully stepped through the doorway, another way he unconsciously took care of me as he made every effort not to hurt me in the slightest.

He laid me gently in the bed and positioned himself beside me, leaning his head over mine. Those beautiful hazel eyes looked into mine.

“In the morning we’ll go over all your information and combine our investigations, okay?”

I nodded, having forgotten what originally brought him to my home .

“But we won’t worry about that for the rest of the night because I don’t want your brain thinking about anything else except how fucking talented my tongue is and how amazingly deep my fingers can reach.”

He began to prove exactly that.