The three points of contact detonated a wall of tight heat through me and I cried out, bucking into his hand.
He tortured me this way for an eternity, my whimpers and pleas for more bouncing around the bathroom every time he slowed to a halt.
Both sides of my neck became the possession of his mouth. And then both breasts. He sucked and nipped my nipples, propelling me closer and closer to orgasm. His fingers in my sex stroked my G-spot over and over. My knees trembled, my breath grew shallow.
I thrust my hips forward, my clit aching to be touched, my body craving release.
With a low chuckle, he withdrew his fingers, rolled them over my clit a few times and then—slowly straightening to his feet—licked them clean.
Holy crap, I wouldn’t be able to survive much more.
And then the bastard dropped to his knees, parted my folds with his thumbs and captured my clit with his mouth.
I cried out, a tsunami of pleasure crashing over me. Gripping the shower arm tighter, I lifted one leg and wrapped it around his shoulder, doing everything I could to drive his mouth harder to me, his tongue deep into my sex.
He laughed against my clit, wrapped one strong hand around my leg and lowered it back to its original position. “What did I say about not moving, Ronnie?”
My stomach fluttered. My pussy did the same. Closing my eyes, I chewed on my bottom lip.
He licked a slow line over my seam to my clit again, smoothing his palms over my ass cheeks as he did so.
I closed my eyes, surrendering to his power over my pleasure, my body. He flicked my clit again, and then sucked on it with tiny pulses, his fingers inching closer to my anus with every swipe.
Another orgasm began to build deep in my core. I gasped. He’d denied me so many already, I was certain I was about to tear apart.
“Oh God, L-Lucas…” I panted, head swimming with swirls of dark pleasure and need. “I…I can’t…much long…”
He took complete ownership of my sex with his mouth, fucking me hard with his tongue. Eating me out until every nerve ending in my body began to tingle.
His fingers played with my back entry, never penetrating the ring of muscle there, but stimulating it until I could barely breath.
And still I hung onto the shower above my head. Still I craved every second of his dominance over my body.
“Please,” I moaned when the base of my spine began to tingle. Was I being a masochist? Letting him know I was about to come, and therefore denying myself release once again? He would pull away. I had no doubt. When he’d promised he was going to make me pay for worrying him, when he said he was going to punish me for leaving this morning alone, he wasn’t kidding. Lucas may kid about some things (his dislike of Star Trek was one. He was a firmly in-the-closet Trekkie), but my safety and his way of keeping me safe weren’t among them.
Again, it was an issue that we would need to deal with, and soon. Just not…not now. Not when he was making me feel so damn incredible.
“Please,” I rasped, the word but a choppy breath. I was about to explode. There was no coming back from the brink this time.
His tongue laved my clit. His fingers pressed at my anus, igniting all the hypersensitive nerves there.
I arched, driving my sex harder to his tongue.
Too good. Too intense. I was going to come. I was going to—
Without warning, Lucas rose to his feet, hooked my right knee over his elbow and yanked it up to my rib, and impaled me completely onto his cock with one fluid upward thrust.
My lips stretched for him, the wicked sensation of flesh around flesh, muscle squeezing muscle erasing everything but him, but us.
Everything else didn’t matter. It was just this. Just him. In me. Filling me. Fucking me.
Owning me.
Loving me.
We moved together, his cock buried in my body, sliding in and out with powerful, savage strokes, one hand gripping the back of my thigh, keeping my leg bent high beside our bodies, the other on my hip, my ass, my breast, my throat…
“Fucking make me worry,” he growled against my temple, his rhythm primitive and unforgiving. “My heart stopped when that bastard hit you.”