“Okay, baby?” I whisper. I need to move. My balls threaten to explode if I don’t.
“I love you, Lucas.”
My heart skips a beat.She doesn’t mean it like that.
“I love you, too,” I whisper as I pull out halfway before thrusting back in. I am panting so loud, restraint slipping through my fingers with every passing second. The shallow thrusts soon aren’t enough.
I grab her thigh and pull out, until only my tip is still inside her, before slamming deep into her. Her lips fall open in a soundless scream as I rail her, rocking my hips into her clenching sex. My balls draw up, and my spine begins to tingle at my impending orgasm.
I want to stay locked in her embrace forever, but the thought of spilling my seed into her has me speeding up, feeding the orgasm that threatens to break any second.
“Lucas!” she cries out as she lifts up her hips to meet my rough thrusts. My thumb sneaks down and strokes her clit wildly as my lips latch onto her nipple in feverish need.
“Lucas, I’m so close,” she gasps as I pound into her, chasing my orgasm and hers.
“Say it.” Her nipple slips from my lips with a pop as I look up to meet her eyes.
“Lucas!”
“Say it, goddammit,” I growl, my voice almost inhuman.
“Yours,” Annie sobs as her body tenses and explodes, clenching my cock like a vise. “I’m yours. Only yours.”
My cock spasms, and thrust deep as I spill ropes of thick, hot come into her before collapsing on top of her.
Mine!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Anna
It was supposed to be a one-night thing.I swear.
Not only was itnotjust a one-night thing, but it turns out that Lucas is insatiable, and I am, too. I’d expected the morning after fucking my best friend to be awkward.
Instead, Lucas just picked up where we’d left off the night before. My cheeks turn crimson at the thought of all the places we’ve had sex in the last few days. Every time I assure him, and myself, that it’s the last time, Lucas just gives me a sexy smirk, pushes up my dress, and….
“Miss Walters, please pay attention to the class.”
I look up to find everyone looking at me. My cheeks flare when I meet the stern look of my lecturer. This is the first time I’ve been caught not paying attention to the class, and from the muffled chuckles around me, I’m almost scared that they can read my mind.
“Sorry, Professor,” I mumble, sitting up and shifting my focus back to my lecture notes, but it doesn’t last long before I’m thinking of him again.
My phone vibrates in my jeans, and I move to take it out of my pocket but knock my pencil off my desk instead.
Fuck. Carrying a pencil is a habit I’ve had since freshman year, and I’d discovered that scribbling gibberish into a notebook helps calm my nerves in class. It’s better than counting out loud, at least.
I lean down to pick up the pencil, and I catch something familiar from the corner of my eye. I almost drop off my seat completely, but catch myself just in time.
There is no way.
My brain short circuits as I try to assure myself that I am not daydreaming. Still, I discreetly look back, and seated at the very back of the class, is the last person I would have expected to see.
A shiver runs down my body as it dawns on me that Lucas is in my class. No, this is stalking, because why else would he be here?Did he follow me after leaving our apartment this morning?
My hands shake, and I find it hard to focus during the entirety of the lesson. I spot him in my next two classes, yet he somehow gets home before me. I find him in the kitchen, eating an apple, and his face lights up as if he hasn’t seen me in ages.
“Hey,” I whisper, placing my purse on the counter and stopping right in front of him.