CHAPTERNINE
Melody
As I pull Lucas’s jeans down his legs, my mouth waters as his thick cock springs free. I’m itching to touch him, but it’s been such a long time. I’m worried I’m not going to be able to make him feel good. When he’s free of his jeans, I can’t help but stare. His body is like a work of art, and I want to drag my tongue over every part of him. I run my hands up his hard chest and he breathes in sharply as I touch him.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” I tell him, leaning down and pressing a kiss onto his pec. My mouth peppers kisses down his body, my tongue darting out to lick his sculptured chest. He moans as my hand wraps around his erection, his hips rising slightly off the bed. I pump his hard, velvety length a couple of times before leaning down and swirling my tongue around the head of his cock. When I envelop him in my mouth, his hands come to my hair and he lets out a long, sexy moan that makes the ache between my legs grow.
“Fuck, Melody. That feels amazing.”
My head bobs up and down as my hand grips what I can’t get into my mouth. The noises he’s making fill me with confidence that Icanmake him feel good, and I can’t wait to feel him inside me. As if reading my mind, his hands come out of my hair and he pulls me off his cock and up his body.
“You gotta stop, baby, or I’m going to come, and I want to feel your walls strangling my cock.”
His voice is strained and his words turn me on even more. No one’s ever said anything like that to me before, and I’m surprised that I like it. Maybe it’s not what he’s said, but that it’shimsaying it. I feel like I can’t get close enough to him, and I’ve never felt like that before. He kisses me like he might die if he doesn’t, and I love the urgency in him. When he pulls out of the kiss, we’re both panting.
“Do you have a condom?” I ask, knowing I don’t have one.
“Yes. In my wallet in my pants.”
He kisses me softly again before gently rolling me off him and leaning over the side of the bed. I watch as he pulls a condom from his wallet and slides it down his length. When he’s done, he brings his body back over mine. His lips go to my neck, and his tongue licks over my pulse point.
“Is this still okay?” he asks, his voice low and husky.
“God, yes!” I exclaim, pulling his mouth to mine. My body’s on fire for him. There’s no doubt in my mind that I want this to happen.
He reaches between us and circles my clit with his finger. I arch up into him, trying to get as close as possible. He continues to kiss me, working me up into a frenzy again. I’m almost on the edge when he removes his fingers and takes his erection in his hand. He lines up with my entrance, his eyes locked with mine. I let out a cry as he pushes gently inside me, a wave of pleasure and pain overwhelming me.
“Are you okay?” Lucas asks, his voice almost pained.
“Yes,” I gasp. “I just need a minute.”
He drops his head and brushes kisses along my jaw and around my neck, his mouth eventually finding mine. I relax into his kisses, and when the pain begins to subside, I gently roll my hips, silently telling him I’m ready. With our lips still locked together, he pulls out and gently rocks against me. The pain is chased away by pleasure, and I find myself moving along with him, my legs locking around his ass and pulling him in deeper.
“Fuck, you feel so good, baby,” Lucas moans.
“God, so do you!”
He’s pounding into me now, and I can feel my orgasm building in the pit of my stomach.
“I want you to come again,” he says, moving his hand between us and pinching my clit with his fingers.
“I’m close.”
His fingers are relentless against my clit, and when his movements become jerky, I know he’s close too.
He lowers his head and licks the skin below my ear before whispering, “You feel so tight and wet, baby. Come on my cock.”
His words push me over the edge, and I come on a cry, my body jerking underneath him. He continues to pound into me as I ride out my orgasm. I feel him swell inside me as he comes too, my name falling from his lips in a whisper. He drops his head into the crook of my neck, and we hold each other as we both come down from our orgasms. Our bodies are both slick with sweat, and I trace my fingers up and down his back as he catches his breath.
“Are you okay?” he asks as he lifts his head and brushes his lips with mine.
I nod. “I’m good. You?”
He smiles. “I’m perfect, sweetheart. I’ll just clean up. I’ll be right back.”
He gently pulls out of me, leaving behind the most delicious sting. My eyes are all over him as I watch him climb off the bed. He’s perfect, and I can’t tear my gaze off him. I suddenly realize that he needs to go out into the hallway to get to the bathroom, and I jump off the bed and hold out my robe to him.
“The bathroom’s down the hallway. You should put this on in case Roman wakes up.”