Sugar (Gimme 1)

We rinse off, and he steps out to grab the towels, helping dry my body. A moan escapes my lips when his hand comes between my thighs, drying my pussy and wetting it all at once. He takes my hand and leads me into the bedroom. He pulls out one of his dress shirts and slips it over my head. It floats on my tiny body, then he dresses himself in boxers and a pair of jeans.

“Time to eat.” I arch my brow teasingly because he already did that. “Food. Although, I could use a sugary dessert,” he adds, cupping my pussy and slipping a finger inside. He drags it out slowly and brings it to his lips, sucking it clean. “Yep, dessert is a must.”

Damn, my thighs are going to be a mess soon. I do my best to get ahold of my emotions because I’m falling too hard and too fast. Even though we don’t know each other well, I feel like I’ve known him all my life. He takes my hand and leads me to the kitchen. It smells fantastic, and my stomach starts rumbling.

We work together to set up the plates at the table. We make small talk as we eat, but then we begin talking about his family. “I’m sorry you lost your birth mother, but your mom’s amazing. And this food is fabulous.”

“Thank you. I’m sure she’ll be thrilled to hear it. In fact, I bet she’ll be messaging me later or even in the morning.”

“Will she really do that?” I hope she doesn’t ask any personal questions. Does she always make meals for his dates?

“I don’t know if she’ll call. This is the first time she made food for me that wasn’t our family meals. She was so excited about making us dinner,” he chuckles.

“You are a pretty close family,” I say, thinking I wish I had a close-knit family.

“Yes. Yes, we are. What about you? You live alone with your dog. Is there a story there?”

“My parents sold our home last year, so I got myself an apartment. This is my second year at Northwestern, but I’m still not sure I want to keep on the business path I’m on.”

He sets his drink down and asks, “Why not?”

“I’m not interested in business. I don’t know why I even did it anyway. Maybe I’m more like my parents than I thought.”

“What do your parents do?” he asked, leaning in and brushing a strand of my hair back behind my ear. I could tell he’s truly interested in my answers, but I don’t like talking about my family. I love them, but they are super eccentric.

“They’re artists, but they retired a few years ago and are traveling the world.”

“Sounds nice,” he remarks. Then he turns his chair slightly and tugs on my arm, pulling me from the chair and setting me on his lap, so I’m straddling his thighs. With a groan, he asks, “So is there anything you want to do? Or would you like to be a stay at home mom? It’s a lot of work, but my mother says it’s worth it.”

“I’m not sure,” I pant, rolling my hips over his bulge.

“Well, think about it because I’m already working on making you a mom.” He nuzzles my ear while his hands work to free himself. He lifts me up and lowers me down on his thick cock. My body opens for him, and I start to move up and down. The dress shirt has a few buttons opened at the top revealing a small hint of my cleavage.

With his voice husky and rough, he utters, “Damn, you’re so sexy.” My wall clench around him and I explode, legs shaking and heart pounding. He thrusts up, driving his cock deep until he comes.

Both of us rest there completely out of breath until he gets up with me in his arms and carries me to the shower. “Damn, this night has been a wild one.”

“And it’s just getting started. I haven’t had my dessert yet.”

Oh, I’m going to be so sore in the morning.

Chapter 8

Lucas

I wake up and reach for her, but her side of the bed is empty and cold. “Fucking shit, I’m going to have to tie her to the bed.” It’s only six in the morning. I pull my phone off the nightstand. Where did you go, sugar?

Sorry had to take Vlad for a walk.

I’m not in the mood to text back and forth, so I call her instead. “That doesn’t explain why you left without a goodbye.”

“I didn’t want to wake you. You have an early start,” she explains. It’s thoughtful in a way, but fuck if I’m cool with her leaving me at all. Damn, the cool sheets burned a hole in my chest.

“Listen there are some things we’re going to have to get straight, but right now I do have to get to the office. What are you doing?” I ask.