I nod.
Lucas’s eyes darken to almost black, searing my skin as he watches himself spread both cheeks. He moves his wet finger through my crease until he finds my puckered hole.
I stiffen at the foreign, uncomfortable sensation.
“Relax, sweetheart.” Lucas presses gentle kisses along the inside of my thigh.
I close my eyes and try to focus on the soft brush of his lips and warm breath as his finger pushes, slowly increasing the pressure until it slips into my tight hole.
I gasp. It’s too much, the pressure too intense. I rock my hips, almost pulling away, but Lucas’s tongue laps at my folds, mimicking the circle of his finger in my ass.
Gently, his finger eases back, smears more arousal around my loosening hole, and pushes in. It’s easier this time; my body is adjusting quicker. I press down, testing the fullness. I’m so tight that there’s no way his cock will fit.
Lucas’s finger disagrees. He pushes another inside and moves them in slow circles, coaxing my tight walls to loosen even more.
A soft moan slips from my lips.
Lucas’s chest rumbles in approval, recognizing my submission.
He climbs up my body until his jean-clad thighs rest between mine.
“Lube?” He growls
I blink, trying to focus on his words. “I don’t have any.”
I haven’t needed it and wasn’t expecting the bet to end tonight, so I’m not prepared.
Lucas’s face tightens with arousal. His need is etched in every line on his forehead as he looks torn between taking what he wants and making sure I’m ready.
I might be ready for more than I am willing to admit…
I slip two fingers between my wet lips. I hold them up, glistening with evidence of what he does to me.
Lucas understands my meaning and pops open the button of his jeans before shoving them down to his ankles and yanking them off.
I grip his shaft and guide him to my entrance.
We both groan at the connection, my walls squelching around him as he rocks, coating his cock in my juices. He pulls out, scoops my arousal in his fingers, and smears it over my hole until I’m wet and ready for him.
His ragged breath rushes across my neck, and his fingers flex against my hips. “Are you sure?”
Nerves flutter in my belly, but I want this.
I want everything with him.
“We don’t have to.” His eyes find mine, still black with lust but soft and tender, glowing with the same unspoken confession that tightens my chest.
“I want to.”
His eyes soften more at my trust in him.
It’s my turn…I didn’t understand what he meant at first, or maybe I didn’t want to.
But now…
My lips touch his feather-light as I brush them across his mouth in a soft, tentative kiss.
Lucas sucks in a breath.