Two
Sloane’s dinner was delicious, of course. All her dinners were. This happened to be extra fabulous, as if she was trying to rub it in our faces. Thankfully, she did let us eat alone, but not before she left a box for me, with strict orders that we weren’t to open it until we’d finished dinner. I had to race Lucah to get to it before he could.
“No peeking. It ruins the surprise.” I dashed to my bathroom and locked the door. I think he let me win that race on purpose, though. I knew he liked seeing the lingerie on me better than seeing it in the box.
This time it was a black bra and panties that were made out of the same material as my gown from the company ball, and had little ruffles. It was adorable, but not the kind of thing you could wear under clothes, because of the ruffles. So I had no choice but to open the bathroom door and slink slowly out into the living room. Lucah was scraping up the last of the crème fraiche from the plate that the grilled peaches had been on.
“What do you think, Mr. Blythe?” I tried to go for the breathy Marilyn Monroe voice, and I leaned on the doorway, with my butt popped out. Lucah dropped the spoon. Ahhh, so satisfying.
It never ceased to delight me when I showed him one of Sloane’s new projects and he had this reaction.
“I’m thinking that maybe I was a little harsh on Sloane, and also that I need to get you to bed. Now.” He grabbed me and I screamed. He threw me over his shoulder and marched to the bedroom. With another growl, he dropped me on the bed and then did a flying leap and landed right next to me. I covered my eyes and screamed.
“You didn’t think I was going to hurt you, did you? Silly girl. I’d never hurt you.” He brushed my hair out of my eyes.
“No, but I’m going to hurt you if you don’t get these clothes off and fuck me, posthaste.” I pulled at his shirt to make my point.
“Yes, Miss Clarke. Whatever you say, Miss Clarke.” He batted his eyelashes at me and started loosening his tie. Painfully slowly. Bastard.
“Huh. This tie won’t come off. I think I need a hand. Or two.” Now I was the one diving on top of him. I wrenched the tie out of his hands and used it to pull his mouth to mine. He stuck his tongue in my mouth and I lightly bit down on it as my hands worked on the tie. He broke the kiss and smiled.
“Bad girl. Do you really want to go to work with marks all over you tomorrow? Because I can make that happen. I have no problem nibbling your sweet skin. Every little inch of it.” He blew on my exposed shoulder, which distracted me from getting the tie from around his neck.
“Stop that, or there will be no ‘coffee’ for you, Mr. Blythe.” He knew what I meant. He glared at me, but stopped when I started unbuttoning his shirt and followed each open button with a kiss. Once I got his shirt off, I went to work, kissing and sucking, freckle, to freckle, making sure I paid ample attention to each of his nipples, especially the one with the hoop through it. He moaned when I tugged on it a little with my teeth.
“I like that sound. I think I’ll make it my ringtone,” I said as I licked and sucked my way down to this belly button and then to the little trail of hair that disappeared under the waist of his pants. I made quick work of his belt, and then I had to shimmy down further to get his shoes off. I ran one fingernail on the underside of each foot and that made him growl again.
Then I grabbed the bottom of his pants and yanked. It took some work, but I got them off. You’d think with us having sex so much, I’d get good at undressing him, but I struggled sometimes.
I nearly cheered when I finally got his pants off, but instead, I kissed my way from his feet on up. His breathing got harsh and he started cursing, and his hips jerked a little. He’d messed with me, so now it was time to return the favor.
I paused with my face only inches from his dick. I blew a little and he made a strangled sound.
“Do you want your cock in my mouth?” I flicked my tongue out and caressed the very tip, just a little bit.
“No, not really,” he said, his voice tense with anticipation.
I licked him again.
“Liar.” I took him into my mouth, as far as I could. I’d gotten better at doing this, and Lucah never seemed disappointed. I sucked and then dragged my teeth along his length to the tip.
“Fuuuuuuccckkkkkk,” he said. His hands grabbed at my head and fisted in my hair, pulling a little. I didn’t mind one bit. I loved seeing him come undone because of me. I was the only one who could make him feel like this, make him say those things.
Watching him lose himself in pure pleasure that I created was a powerful feeling, and it made me feel like a goddess of desire. Which, of course, only made me want him more.
I pulled my lips over my teeth and started moving faster, sucking and making sure I used my hand to pay attention to his balls, as my other hand worked with my mouth. He was thrusting and losing it, and then his hand jerked my head away. Most of the time, he didn’t like coming in my mouth, though it didn’t bother me any, either way. I licked my lips and slid back up his body, which was glowing with a sheen of sweat already.
“I’ve had enough coffee, I want to be inside you,” he said, kissing me hard as his hands made quick work of the frilly bra. His legs came up and wrapped around me and he flipped me so I was on my back. I lifted my hips so he could get my panties off and then he was above me lifting one of my legs up.
“As much as I love,” he punctuated his words with kisses on the inside of my calf, “these little things that Sloane makes for you, this is how I like you best. Naked with your red shoes on. My sweet, sweet girl.” He kissed up my leg, as I had done to him, but he didn’t pause and tease me. His mouth went right where I wanted him most, and he set to work. Every time he went down on me I thanked anyone I could thank (God, Jesus, Zeus, The Great Spirit, whoever) that I had gone to that tattoo shop and gotten my VCH done. That little ball plus Lucah’s tongue and fingers was a trifecta of orgasm-inducing magic.
I was already wet, and had been for a while, so he plunged two fingers inside me as his mouth licked and sucked my clit. He wasn’t going slow, but tonight I didn’t want slow. Maybe later. I hadn’t seen him all day, and all the talk about going to the supply closet and the things he wanted to do to me in there had me frisky and ready for something quick and hot.
My first orgasm hit me hard, and for a second, I thought it would make me burst apart. Lucah brought me down and I thought he was going to stop and give me a break. But as the stars cleared from my vision and my body tingled with the release, he started again, and it was almost painful, because I was so sensitive.
I moaned and bit my lip and begged him to stop. But I didn’t really want him to. I just didn’t know if I could take any more. Could you die from too many powerful orgasms? Was that a thing? I should look that up online—
“Oh, fuck, I can’t. Not again.” I was rising again, as his hands and his tongue worked.