Standing with me, Lucy tilts her head in question. “So that wasn’t so bad, right?”
“I’d say it was pretty fucking tolerable, though shortest damn interview I ever gave.”
“I told them to keep it under five minutes and gave them tickets to hand out. Gives you exposure and leaves your fans wanting more.”
“You like to leave them wanting more, don’t you?” I grab her, kissing her and tasting myself and thrilling with the eroticism of our act.
Her eyes twinkle. "Sometimes. The car's outside, let's go."
“You’re coming back to my suite.” I say, watching her smooth her mussed up hair.
“If you’d like,” Lucy says as she moves to the dressing room door with a swish of her hips. That red dress is a beacon, it calls to me. I follow her to the limo, knowing we can't get away with fucking right on the seats. Instead, I content myself with kissing her senseless.
It’s not long before the limo pulls up to the hotel and we’re back in my suite, kissing against the door. My hands roam her now familiar body, exploring anew every dip and curve, basking in the sounds she makes at my touch.
“I want a shower," I say. "Join me.”
I don’t expect her low laugh as she says, “I thought you’d never ask,” before ducking out of my grasp and sauntering over to the bathroom.
I strip down on the way to the shower, eager to get us both naked. I'm pleased when I find her dress crumpled carelessly onto the marble floor as she works the knobs. Her back is to me, her luscious ass on full display, and it gives me an idea.
Letting her step into the shower, I follow just steps behind. The water runs down on us, hot and refreshing. Lifting the soap, I motion for her to turn.
I pay special attention to her tits, her pussy, her ass, lathering her until her skin is shining. I'm enjoying the delicious sounds she makes as I run my fingers over soft, wet skin. She reaches between us, feeling for my rock hard dick.
But I’m not ready to go where she threatens to take me and take me fast, so I steer her towards the large shower seat and guide her down, running my hands under her thighs to tilt her back and spread her legs. Her ass is on the edge of the seat, just where I need her.
I start higher up, pressing hard, open mouthed kisses to her inner thigh, then down to first one ass cheek then the other, enjoying the way she pants with each kiss, each lick, each suck. But after a few minutes, her frustrated gasp of my name is everything I’ve been waiting to hear, and as she says, “Drew, Please,” I end the torment, the slow tasting of her skin, instead finding her clit with my mouth.
Tasting her is always good—the sweetness of her arousal leaves me aching for her every time. I plunge my tongue into her pussy, thrusting and curling as she mewls. But this is just the appetizer, and I’m ready for my real meal, ready to finally taste every part of her.
Sliding my tongue out of her, I move it over her taint slowly, teasingly, her gasp satisfying as I finally hit her asshole.
“D—Drew?” Lucy’s voice raises an octave but I don’t answer, just hum acknowledgment as I push my tongue harder against her ass.
Her hands find my hair. Warm water streams down my back as I work, and as she begins to squirm at my ministrations, I thrust my tongue harder against her and move a hand from gripping her thigh to slip a finger inside her pussy. Her thighs vice me as my finger begins to work, thrusting in and out, in and out. I love how she pushes her ass against my face, silently asking for more.
Slipping in another finger, I quicken the pace of my tongue and fingers alike, thrusting both hard and fast as Lucy begins to chant my name, “Drew, Drew, Drew, fuck, this is—ah—ah—!”
I can tell she’s close, so I slip my second hand from where it holds one cheek apart up to stroke her clit in time with my finger inside her, my face completely buried in her sweet ass. Fuck, I love her ass, and as she thrusts again into my tongue, as she wails, the throbbing of my cock becomes painful. I want to fuck her senseless, but I want to feel her ass against my tongue as I finally make her come hard.
It doesn’t take long. Gently, I pet her clit. She's on the edge—I know how to knock her over. With ease, I stretch her asshole out with the tip of my finger, feeling her resist me as I bury it to the knuckle.
"Drew!" she squeals, and she’s done, body lifting off the seat, pussy and asshole convulsing around my fingers.
“Lucy,” I growl as I tug at her hair, not hard enough to really hurt, just pulling close to the roots to lift her head up. Her eyes are dark and needy as they meet mine again.
“I’m not done,” she says, voice husky.
“You’re right, you aren’t,” I answer as I move back to turn off the shower then swoop down to pick her up, wet and squirming as I haul her over one shoulder.
“Drew!” she shrieks, but it’s breathy as she laughs at the change. “What’re you doing!”
A few steps later and I’m in the bedroom, dumping her onto the overstuffed comforter and pouncing on top of her. Pinning her, I grin down at her. “Taking you to bed, what’s it look like I’m doing?” My head swoops down to her neck. I hadn’t had time to mark her earlier today and I’m overdue, so I suck and lick and bite, reveling in the blossoming dark marks I leave.
I work my way down to her breasts, enjoying the taste of her warm, wet skin, lapping at her nipples before sucking hard. She’s squirming beneath me and I can’t help how much I enjoy it, her hands once more tangled in my hair, her tugs to my scalp when the pleasure becomes too much.
“Guess I should show you how a good client rewards his manager.” The thought of feeling her bare makes me throb again, almost painfully. Fuck do I want to feel her hot, wet pussy with nothing between us. But as much as the idea of possessing her so completely drives me wild . . . I don't want to push this limit.
Maybe if she begs me, sure, but until then? I'd wear a condom.
I slide it on in a hurry, using a hand under each thigh to lift her legs higher as I position my cock. I want to take her fast and deep and this position will give me the leverage I need.
Gritting my teeth, I guide my shaft into her pussy. It hugs me tight, choking my cock and making my brain tingle. My stomach is a hard knot, as hard as my cock. No one has ever felt as good as Lucy.
“Do you like your reward?” I manage as I thrust hard again and yet again. She claws at the comforter desperately. It’s hard to keep my focus on her face, on her cries as I continue fucking her, but I enjoy it too much, hearing her and watching her lose herself to me, to the pleasure, watching her drown in how good it feels.
Lucy writhes beneath me deliciously and I know I won’t last much longer. “Wanna feel you come,” I gasp.
Her pussy flexes—like it wants to obey me.
She finally comes with a wordless, animal cry, convulsing around me fiercely. I'm lost to the white heat of pleasure that becomes my world for a few short, blissful seconds that never end. There are fingertip sized bruises on her hips from how tightly I held her.
With a pained grunt, I slide free. We both take note that the condom didn't break this time, and neither of us mentions the elephant in the room that is how it broke once before. Lying there on the sweaty blankets, I trace the bruises I created. "Did this hurt?" I ask.
"No, it was hot," she laughs.
Curling her against me, I enjoy the shape she makes. Our bodies fit together naturally. I didn't know people could even begin to sync so perfectly. Lucy has clicked into my life like she always belonged. Like she was part of my past and present.
And my future? I wonder, stunned by my own line of thought. For a second, Veronica enters my mind. Not in a good way, certainly not out of regret or missing her. But my ex makes me think about how I thought I knew what love was, and how the reality is . . . I had no clue.
Until now.