Lucian was coming out of his stupor, it was hard not to when his dick felt like it was on the verge of exploding. His body became tense… he was so close…
Lucian’s eyes snapped open.
He realized that he wasn’t back at Ravenhurst, with Cecily, nor would he want to be. But this, this, what was happening to him now was…. Wrong.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“This…” Tracy grinned at him and then planted her mouth back on the tip of his erection; at the same time she cupped his balls.
“FUCK!” Shoving his hands into her hair, he tightened them against her scalp, and pulled back until his length slid out of her mouth.
“Lucian…”
“Give me a minute.”
He hissed out a breath, fighting for control. He didn’t want this, but he couldn’t stop either. Not now.
“Lay down,” he demanded.
Tracy quickly did as he instructed. Her head at the bottom of the bed, she bent her knees and opened her legs wide. Reaching up she tweaked her nipples.
If possible Lucian got even harder. His eyes drifted down, he could see her wetness glistening in the folds between her thighs. Hooking his arms in the bend of her legs, he jerked her forward to the point the backs of her thighs pressed against his chest. Positioning himself, he pushed himself to her entrance and with one thrust he easily slid inside.
“Yesss…” she moaned, reaching forward, grasping his thighs, scratching his flesh with her nails as she lifted her hips to take him deeper.
Lucian gritted his teeth. He was still half-assed drunk. He didn’t want this, not with her. But as it stood, he didn’t have much choice in the matter. At least that is what he told himself to clear his nagging conscience.
Closing his eyes, he gripped her hips tightly and thrust deep. “Damn,” he groaned.
He let the moment control him. Pumping, harder, faster… it was only moments before his mind was void again from everything except what he was doing and how it was making him feel. He would worry about the consequences later because right now his only concern was release.
Tracy eagerly grabbed at him, scratching his thighs and buttocks.
Lucian, glistening with sweat, continued his relentless pace, thrusting, and retreating. His grunts of satisfaction overrode her mewls, and gasps of pleasure.
Lost completely now, he continued, on and on. His sack slapped against her bare ass, making her squirm.
“Oh yeess!” Shaking all over, she tightened around him like a vice and only then did she finally give over to her release.
That was all it took.
One…two…three more thrusts and Lucian, too, fell over the edge into blessed oblivion.
♣
Molly stumbled into her rented room, tossed her sequined bag on the bed, and her heels on the floor. Even though there were still a lot of guests at the reception, she had told Peggy she was calling it a night.
She swerved across the room and stepped onto the cold tiles in the bathroom. She was going to take a shower, then put on her sweats and then call room service. After that, she was going to pass out.
The night went downhill after she got back from the bathroom with Peggy and found out Lucian was gone. Then on top of that, Dan had made a pass at her, trying to feel her up and then got mad when she yelled at him for it. Seriously? Come on. What did he expect?
“Limp chimp,” she grumbled thinking about Dan. She couldn’t believe she had missed getting the bouquet and then, to top off her less than stellar evening, the strange gentleman and his weird warnings made her feel even more unsettled. Who in the hell was he even talking about? She really had no idea and had said as much to him. But he still continued on in hushed tones with his warnings about trust and relationships. She couldn’t even hear half of what he saying and wished, not for the first time that night that she wasn’t so drunk. Then maybe what he told her would have made more sense. Shaking off her wayward thoughts, she reached forward and turned on the shower. Undressing quickly, she pulled back the shower curtain and climbed inside. Ducking under the spray, the cool water washed over her. Little dried flowers fell onto the shower floor as she shampooed her hair. She didn’t even care.
Once she was finished with her shower, she brushed her teeth and hair. With a towel wrapped securely under her arms she walked back into the bedroom and called room service.
Still feeling relaxed from the shower, she laid back on the bed and shut her eyes. Thinking of Lucian, and how hot his kisses made her feel, she reached down and undid her towel. Caressing the swell of her breasts, she rolled the tight buds of her nipples between her fingers, tweaking them, all the while wondering how it would feel if Lucian was doing that very same thing to her with his mouth. Letting her legs fall open, she trailed her fingers down her stomach and delved them into the juncture between her thighs.
She gasped.
It wasn’t long before the tide of pleasure rose to a crescendo…she imagined how it would feel if Lucian was there, touching her with his own hand, tasting her wetness with his mouth…. she couldn’t help the whimpers that escaped from her lips as her breathing quickened. On the precipice of release, she arched upward…
A knock sounded at the door.
With a guilty start, she jerked her hand away and pulled her towel closed as she sat up.
“One minute,” she called. Scrambling off the bed, she grabbed up the complimentary terry cloth robe from the hotel and threw it on. Tightening the belt around her waist, she ran to answer the door.