“You’re mine, Gemma. Every inch. Your body, your mind, your heart.”
He claims my mouth in a biting kiss. I clench on his cock and he snaps his hips, hitting a spot that lights my body up. He releases my wrists and my hands fly to his back, holding on as he fucks me.
“You’ll belong to me forever,” Lucas rumbles. He bites my neck hard enough to leave another mark. “No one else gets this—gets to have you. Only me.”
“Y-yes,” I gasp, partially because he drags a response from me and because I’m falling apart.
I can’t keep my moans quiet, my insides breaking and building anew with each wave of pleasure pouring over me. I buck as he hits that spot again, wrenching another orgasm from me.
“That’s it, baby.”
Lucas’ voice is barely recognizable as he loses himself in the throes of his own oblivion. The noise he muffles against my neck becomes a groan as his hips stutter and he drives his cock deep inside me.
For a minute, we’re both still save for our panting as we try to catch our breath. The come down from having sex is ricocheting through my body. A soft sound escapes me and I hug his neck.
Lucas envelopes me in his embrace. He rolls to his side, bringing me with him. His cock slips out, which is a weird sensation, but I don’t focus on it as he trails lazy kisses across my cheek.
“You were perfect,” he mumbles in a sleepy voice.
He gets up to discard the condom, burying it in the trash basket by my desk.
I sit up and draw my knees to my chest. My vagina aches with an emptiness.
An odd vulnerability slips over me. “Stay a while?”
“Yeah.”
Lucas returns to bed and pets my hair. He kisses my forehead and lays down, pulling me half on top of him.
It’s nice, laying like this. He’s sweet with me, massaging my shoulders and caressing my leg. It’s unexpected how attentive he is, but it puts me at ease.
* * *
Lucas is still there when I come out of a content doze. I don’t know how long I was out for, but he’s asleep, too. With a soft smile, I get up to grab the throw blanket from the bottom of the bed and cover us with it as I snuggle against his side. In his sleep, he wraps his arms around me, holding me tight.
The next time I wake up, my room is dark and Lucas is gone. I have a t-shirt on and I’m beneath the covers. No underwear, though. I rub my eyes and check my phone. 3:42am.
There’s a text from Lucas from after midnight.
He sent it with a picture of himself, the same open expression on his face from when he told me he wants to be an architect.
Lucas: Dream of me, sweetheart.
Twenty-Seven
Gemma
The weekend was a dream. Lucas texted me half-sweet-half-dirty one-liners on Sunday and selfies with Lancelot from a solo ride on the boat.
I’m riding on a giddy high, feeling like I can move on from my past and start on a fresh page.
But once I arrive at school everything crumbles to dust between my fingers.
I’m struck with confused mixed emotions. Should I expect things to change?
Are we dating?
Lucas and I didn’t hash that out. I forgot to ask between our low-key flirty sexting rapport.