Frenched Series Bundle (26 page)

Whipping my black sweater over my head, I threw it to the ground. Under it I wore a beautiful sheer black bra that left very little to the imagination, but judging from the way his cock twitched beneath me, his was running wild.

Good.

I unbuttoned my jeans and slowly lowered the zipper.

Open-mouthed, he stared at me for a moment before flipping me easily onto my back.

Shit.

Now it was Lucas who pinned me—by my wrists next to my head, by his hips over mine. It only made me angrier, and I struggled to get free.

He brought his mouth close to mine but didn’t kiss me. “You’re here,” he said. “Does that mean you still want me?”

I stared up at him and said nothing. He didn’t need to know how badly I wanted him. How if he let my arms go I’d tear the clothing from his limbs. How the thought of his body under that suit was making me wet.

One side of his mouth hooked up. “You
must
want me. You came all this way in your pretty black lace without even telling me you were coming. What exactly did you come for?”

His voice was calm and seductive. The words
came, coming, come
from his lips made me light-headed and sent blood rushing between my legs, but his cool, relaxed tone was like a slap in the face. God, was he going to make me beg for it? I wouldn’t, I didn’t have to, I shouldn’t have to.
He’s the one who should beg!

Keeping my arms pinned, he brought his mouth to my breasts. He rubbed his lips over one hard nipple through the thin material, leisurely, lightly, as if he had infinite patience. He bit the other one, tugging gently with his teeth while I trapped a moan in my throat and dug my heels into the side of the bed to keep myself from wrapping my legs around him.

He kissed the rounded swell of each breast above the lace trim. My chest was rising and falling faster every second. “What did you come for, Mia?” I turned my head to the side, and he laughed. “Not talking to me? If I didn’t know you better, I’d think you were being defiant on purpose. So that I’d have to punish you.”

Yes—that’s it.
I wanted him to punish me, abuse my body, not my heart. I wanted the physical pain he could bring to overwhelm the emotional sting of his betrayal. Maybe then I could forget how much he hurt me.

How crushed I was that he didn’t love me enough.

He put his mouth on my throat, teasing me with slow circles of his tongue that had me panting. “You missed this, didn’t you?” he whispered. Then he moved his hips, rubbing his hard dick against just the right spot between my legs. Sweet, slow friction that had my hips tilting, my body begging for more.

Fuck, that feels good.

“And
this
.” He pushed harder. “You couldn’t wait to have it. You came all the way here for it. Say it.”

I kept my cheek to the mattress.

“Look at me and say it, Mia.” His tone had changed to something more serious, more demanding.

No. Not this time.
I wouldn’t submit so easily to him tonight—I wanted him, but I wanted a fight too. I wanted it rough and angry, because that’s the way I felt. I wanted him to work for it. I wanted to hurt him in some way, retaliate for the pain he’d caused me.

And I wanted him to think,
Maybe I don’t know her.

I looked him right in the eye. “Fuck you.”

He released my wrists and stood up, backing away from me. Had I gone too far?

For a moment, he remained perfectly still. As if he were waiting for me to get up and leave.

I propped myself up on my elbows. My heart was pounding.

He unbuttoned his coat.

Yes yes yes.
I opened my knees a little wider.

He reached for his tie, and as his fingers worked the knot free, my toes curled.

And then he smiled at me. He fucking smiled at me, like this was all a little game.

Enraged, I turned onto my stomach and tried to crawl away from him, but his hand shot out and clamped around my right ankle.

“Let me go.” I clawed at the comforter as he dragged me back to him.

“No.” His other hand reached under my left hip and flipped me onto my back again. “I won’t. Not ever.” He pulled my jeans off, then let go of me just long enough to shrug off his coat. I took the opportunity to scramble backward, tumbling off the far side of the bed. After landing on my ass, I popped to my feet, even more furious.

“See? This is the fucking problem with you,” I snapped, pointing at him. “You say things like that—
not ever
—and you don’t mean them.”

He undid the top two buttons of his shirt. “I do mean them.”

I shook my head. “No, you don’t. You don’t want any kind of
ever
with me. You just want
now
.”

Pulling the tie from around his neck, he moved around the foot of the bed. “Now is looking pretty good to me, not gonna lie. You’re killing me in that lace.”

I backed up. “I’m not joking, Lucas.”

“Neither am I.” He moved closer to me. “I get hard for you every single day we’re apart, and yet somehow it still surprises me when I see you again, how fucking beautiful you are.”

Dashing sideways, I jumped up on the bed. “Stop it!” Fuck, did he have to be so hot? So good with words? I put my hands out. “I’m really mad at you!”

He smiled, slow and sexy. “I can tell.”

“We need to talk.”

“Right now?” He slid the tie through his fingers. “I’ve got a better idea.”

Flustered, I struggled for words. “I—you can’t just—we have to—you’re distracting me with that tie!”

He snapped the tie taut in front of him. “This tie right here?”

“Yes.” Parking my hands on my hips, I eyed him suspiciously. “Just what are you planning to do with it?”

“Come down here and I’ll show you.”

“No.”

“Then I’ll come get you.”

He hopped up on the bed and I squealed, jumping off the other side. He followed, chasing me around the bed and over it one more time before I ran for the door.

Wait, what am I doing?

Panting, I turned around and flattened myself against the door for half a second before launching myself at him. Our mouths collided hard, our teeth knocking. His tongue plunged between my lips, battling with mine in a kiss fueled by equal parts anger and desire. He backed me into the door and put one hand around my throat, stroking my lips with his tongue. Our hot, heavy breaths mingled. I put my hands on his chest as if I might try to push him away.

“Come on, Mia,” he coaxed. “Let me give you what you want. I want it too.” Slipping the other hand into my panties, he rubbed my clit in slow circles that had my legs tingling. He moaned as one finger slid easily inside me. “You’re so wet already. I love how wet you get before I even touch you. It drives me crazy.”

My rational thoughts faded as every neuron in my body dedicated itself to the lovely buzz building beneath his fingers. Taking his hand from my throat, he slid one strap of my bra off my shoulder and pulled the lace below my breast. He teased my puckered nipple with his fingers before taking it into his mouth, sucking it between his teeth. Closing my eyes, I flattened my palms against the door, struggling to think, to speak, to breathe. “Godammit, Lucas.”

“You want me to stop?” His hand went still, and the ache inside me intensified.

I grabbed two fistfuls of his hair and pulled his head up to my eye level. “I’m already mad at you, so don’t you fucking dare.”

He crushed his lips to mine, and we devoured each other with a hunger that can only be built up by frustration and time apart. Frantic with need, I undid his pants and shoved them down just enough to get at his hot, hard cock. I took it in two hands, sliding the firm flesh through both fists, my entire body bursting with impatience.
Oh my God, I want this. Now.

“Fuck. I need to taste you.” Dropping to his knees, he grabbed my panties at the hips and yanked them down hard. They were still looped around one ankle when his tongue darted between my legs. I fell back against the door as his hands slid up the insides of my thighs and opened me up to his hungry mouth. My entire body hummed as he swept his tongue up the hot, wet seam at my center and traced delightful little circles around my clit. When he sucked it into his mouth, my knees buckled, and I grabbed him by the hair again.

“Now,” I panted. “I want it fucking now.”

He jumped to his feet, hooked his elbows beneath my knees and lifted me up with my back against the wall and my legs slung over his forearms. I was wide open to him, and dripping wet. Bracing my elbows on his shoulders, I closed my eyes and bit my lip as he lowered me onto the tip of his cock, my entire body tense with anticipation.
Yesyesyesyesyesyes
.

Then he stopped.

I opened my eyes. His face was just inches from mine, and from his devious expression I knew he was torturing me on purpose. “Oh, you bastard,” I breathed, loving and hating him in equal measure. “Give it to me. All of it.”

He kept me suspended where I was.

“You son of a bitch.” I tried lowering myself, but it was impossible.

He gave me another inch. Maybe two.

Oh sweet Jesus. Did we have to have a power struggle right now? I squeezed my eyes shut.
Oh God, oh God, oh God…
it was almost enough, and I was so close, and everything inside me was buzzing and hot and desperate to close around him. Digging my fingers into his neck, I breathed hard through my open mouth. The image of a bull being taunted by a red cape flashed through my mind. “Lucas,” I whimpered.

“Say you still love me.”

“What?”

“Say you forgive me.”

His mischievous expression was gone, replaced by a genuine look of longing in his eyes, maybe even a little fear. “Say it, Mia.” He lowered me all the way down, and I gasped at the sudden fullness, the shock of pleasure deep inside me. “I can’t lose you. Say you still love me.”

For the first time tonight, I felt like I wasn’t the only one frightened by everything that had happened, by the thought of losing each other. I felt like he needed me, and he knew it.

Too ecstatic to speak for the moment, I circled my hips and felt his cock pulse inside me. He groaned, fighting for control, which made me even happier.

“I love you.” I kissed each of his lips, teasing them open with my tongue.
He tastes different now. Because of me. That’s my taste and his, together.
The thought was so erotic I nearly came right then and there. “And I forgive you. But now, I really want you to fuck me, or I’m going to fucking kill you.”

Before I could even take a breath, he slammed my back into the door, driving even deeper inside me. I cried out, grasping at his shirt with both hands as he pounded into me with powerful, relentless thrusts. Fuck, why hadn’t I taken all his clothes off? I wanted hot bare skin under my palms, my nails, my teeth. I was about to start tearing at buttons when he pinned me to the wall, holding his cock deep within me and grinding against my clit hard and fast.

“Oh God. I’m afraid—this will be—too fast.” His voice in my ear was raspy, his words choppy as he fought to make it good for me without coming too soon.

But I was already there, suspended on the edge of release and desperate to take him with me. My toes pointed as the muscles in my lower body seized up. Tears came to my eyes as everything inside me pulled blissfully, agonizingly tight. “No. You’re perfect. Don’t stop—don’t stop.”

He picked up the pace, fucking me fast and rough, my back thumping against the door. “Fuck, I love the way you want it,” he said through clenched teeth. “The way you get so wet. The way you come so hard when I fuck you like this.”

“Yes,” I cried, reaching the highest peak. “Yes, yes, yes…”

He cursed as his body stiffened and his cock throbbed inside me, and it was like I’d never had an orgasm before, the way it shocked me, pure joy bursting at my center and rippling outward through my limbs in mind-numbing, spine-tingling rapture. I closed my eyes, savoring every rhythmic contraction of my body around his.

Perfection.

I couldn’t even feel my legs.

How the fuck he remained standing, I’ll never know.

I took a few minutes to clean up, and when I came out of the bathroom, Lucas was lying on the bed, pants on but still undone, one arm flung across his eyes. I laughed, and he picked up his head.

“What?”

“Us. You’re still wearing all those clothes, even your shoes, and I’m wearing a bra and my socks.” I kicked up one gray-and-white-striped foot.

He smiled. “I wasn’t patient enough for sock removal.”

“I noticed.” Locating my underwear, which had dropped off my ankle sometime between
you son of a bitch
and
I love you
, I slipped it on and flopped onto my side next to him. “So…surprise. I’m here.”

He turned onto his side too, propping his head in his hand. “This was definitely a surprise. I was not expecting you.”

“I noticed that too.” I tried not to sound sarcastic. Not very hard, though.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”

My mouth fell open. Was he serious? “I was being sponfuckingtaneous! Isn’t that what you wanted? It’s not my fault you had your ex-girlfriend holed up in your apartment.”

“Hey.” He reached out and rubbed my upper arm. “Don’t get mad again. I’m happy you’re here. I want you here. And I really am sorry about earlier.”

Sorry about earlier?
No. That was a little too vague for me.

I sat up. “Which parts are you sorry about, exactly? I mean, are you sorry you let her move in? Sorry you lied about it? Sorry you made me feel like an asshole in front of her?” The memory of what went on in his apartment had me all worked up again. I loved him, but I needed to hear him admit he was wrong.

“About all of it. I should have told you she was there. Better yet, I should have said no to her when she asked if she could stay for a few days.” He pulled me down again, then moved closer to me and brushed the hair back from my face. “You know, when you said that about Tucker, asked about how I would feel if I found out he was staying in your apartment, I wanted to put my fist through the wall.”

“Yeah?” The corners of my mouth lifted slightly. “Good.”

“Honestly, Jessica means nothing to me now, but you were right—I do feel guilty about the way things ended, and I guess I let that influence my decision. It seemed like something small I could do for her to make up for the painful way we ended things.”

“It’s not small at all. Not to me. And not to her either.”

He kissed my forehead. “I get that now. But you have to believe me when I say I have no romantic feelings for her whatsoever. You don’t really think I would sleep with her, do you?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. I mean, maybe you wouldn’t intend to, but she’s so beautiful…what if she threw herself at you and you felt guilty or lonely enough to give in?”

He shook his head. “That would never happen. I love you, and I don’t want anyone else. It was more like…I felt sorry for her. Jessica is kind of a mess right now.”

“She looks fine to me.”

“Well, she has some family problems, and she’s coming off another bad breakup. Nothing life-threatening, but she needed a friend. She’s not interested in me in any other way.”

I bit my lip rather than argue, but I felt like hitting him over the head. Of course she was interested in him another way—it was totally obvious! Was he blind? And I noticed he hadn’t disagreed with me about her being beautiful. But guys aren’t so smart about some things. Maybe he truly couldn’t read her. Maybe he didn’t realize how jealous I was. Hell, I don’t even think
I
knew how jealous I was before I actually saw her. It wasn’t like me at all, and I hated the feeling.

He continued to stroke my hair. “Any man that has you would have to be insane to risk losing you.” He touched his forehead to mine. “Tell me you know I wouldn’t hurt you that way.”

“I guess I do, but…” I shrugged. “I hated hearing that you were going to have dinner with her tonight, even if it was with other friends. And then I get here, and you’re all dressed up in a suit—”

“Fuck that. Now that you’re here, I don’t care about seeing anyone but you. I want to take you to dinner. Or eat you for dinner.” His hand was wandering over my hip, but I didn’t want to gloss over this issue with sex.

“You never want to bring me around your friends, Lucas. Why is that?”

He sighed, removing his hand. “Because when you’re here, I want you all to myself, Mia. We have so little time together. I don’t want to waste it paying attention to anyone else.”

“But it makes me feel bad, like I’m not really part of your life. Like I’m just something on the side and you don’t ever intend to let me in.” I got to my knees and sat back on my heels. “I love you. I want to know your friends, and I want them to know me.”

He looked at me a moment. “OK.”

I blinked. “OK?”

“Sure. If you want to meet some of my friends, we can hook up with them for drinks tonight.”

“Really?” I couldn’t help grinning. Granted, it was cocktails with friends, not an apartment in SoHo, but it was a step in the right direction. I could be patient. Tonight, I’d blend in seamlessly with his social life, and he’d see how nice it would be to have me around more often.

Tomorrow, The Talk.

“Really. We’ve missed the reservation, but we can grab dinner before we meet them. The bar here is nice. I’ll call them and see if they’ll meet us.”

I hopped off the bed. “Shoot, I should have taken my dress out of my bag and hung it up.” Lifting my suitcase onto the bench at the foot of the bed, I unzipped it and took out my favorite LBD.

“You were too busy bossing me around.” Lucas sat up, his eyes popping. “Is that a dress or a nightgown?”

I smiled. “A dress.” It was nothing fancy, but it traveled well and hugged my curves like hot caramel coated an apple.

“Jesus. I’m not going to be able to keep my hands off you.”

“Good.”
I hope Jessica notices. I hope she watches you fawning all over me and realizes that She. Can’t. Have. You. Ever. Again.
Grabbing a hanger from the closet, I hung the dress in the bathroom, hoping the steam from a shower might release some of the wrinkles. As I walked back into the bedroom, I noticed Lucas’s tie on the floor near the door. I scooped it up and tossed it at him. “Lose something?”

“Oh yeah. That.” He looped it around his neck, watching me slip off my socks and remove my bra and panties. “Mmm. You sure you want to go out?”

I grinned ruefully. “Yes. Just give me half an hour, OK?” From my suitcase I pulled my makeup bag, hairbrush, and high heels. They were bright red with a platform sole, four-inch heel, and a bow on the side—totally impractical for a snowy February in New York, but I was tired of being practical all the time.

“OK. But I’m warning you. Half an hour is all I need to recover, and when I see you in that dress and those shoes…” He shrugged. “No promises. In fact,” he went on, slipping one hand into his pants, “I might need less time than that.”

I laughed. “Stop it. It’s only been like ten minutes! You can’t be ready to go again already.”

“Oh no?” He got off the bed and came toward me.

I shrieked and ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. Knowing Lucas, he’d try to follow me into the shower for round two and make us late. But damn he’d looked good lying there with his hand in his pants. Just like I imagined him when we were on the phone. Was he really hard again already?

On second thought, we have no reservation and don’t have to be anywhere at any certain time.

I unlocked the door.

Sponfuckingtaneous was my new middle name.

Ten minutes later, I was rinsing the body wash from my skin when the lights went out in the bathroom.

I froze in the steamy blackness. “Lucas?”

The curtain slid open and his silhouette appeared. His naked silhouette.

“So.” He stepped into the shower. “If I have to share you with other people tonight, I need to get my fill of you before we leave.” He moved under the spray behind me, wrapping his arms around my stomach and pressing his erection into my lower back. “Although I don’t think that’s possible.”

I smiled. “Feel free to try.”

His wet body against mine stirred up more memories of Paris, and I leaned back against him, sliding my hands along his forearms—wait, what was in his hands? Before I could ask, he took me by the wrists and lifted my arms.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Shhh. No more talking.” He crossed my wrists and secured them to the towel bar on the wall in front of me with his tie. “I haven’t seen you for a month, you’ve been here four hours already, and I’ve only fucked you once. That is unacceptable.”

“Your tie will get wet.” But my stomach was jumping.

He yanked the knot tighter and reached between my thighs, easily slipping a finger inside me. “I like wet.” He brought his lips to my ear. “Now be a good girl and spread your legs.”

Holy fuck.

I’d been tied up by Lucas before. I’d been in the shower with Lucas before. But being tied up by Lucas in the shower was a little like being served a molten chocolate lava cake with a giant plate of tiramisu on the side.

I licked my lips. And spread my legs.

“That’s it. Now lean forward.”

I followed his instructions and he dropped to his knees, sealing his mouth on my pussy from behind.

“Oh Jesus.” Silver streaks of light shot past me in the dark. Had I closed my eyes or was it raining stars in the shower? His tongue darted inside me, his hands squeezed my ass, his lips moved up and down my slick soft folds like I was covered in frosting and he didn’t want to leave one drop behind. Oh fuck, I hoped the towel bar was soldered to the wall as tightly as his mouth was to my clit. I was pulling on it so hard I was nearly hanging from it.

Lucas stood, pressing his wet body to mine. “I crave your taste. I miss it every fucking day.” Two fingers eased inside me while his other hand slid up my stomach and closed over one breast. Leaning forward slightly, I arched my back, pressing into his hand and his cock.

“And I love when you do that,” he whispered in my ear, and I could hear more than a trace of his accent. “When you stick out your pretty little ass that way. It makes me so hard.”

He was hard, I could feel it. I was dying to get my hands on him—round one had been so fast, I’d barely touched him. I pictured his wet, naked body in the dark, rivulets of hot water running down his muscular chest, his hard stomach, his V lines.

Oh fuck, that V.

Those delicious oblique lines between his hips that made my knees soft and my nipples hard. I wanted to trace them with my fingers, then my tongue. Yes, yes, yes, I wanted to drop to my knees, slide my hands down his slick, hot skin, watch him get harder and thicker as he anticipated my mouth around his cock. I wanted his taste in my mouth.

But my hands were bound. I couldn’t move.

“Lucas, I want to suck you,” I said breathlessly. “Untie me just for a little bit.”

He laughed. “Not a chance, princess.” He moved both hands to my hips, holding me tight against him as he slid his hard length between my buttocks. “You made me chase you tonight. You ran from me. You don’t deserve to get what you want just yet.” Grabbing a fistful of my wet hair, he yanked my head back and spoke low in my ear. “You’re not going anywhere.”

My scalp tingled, but I loved that cocktail of pleasure and pain. It only made me want him more. “Please,” I begged. “You’ll like it. You can tie my hands behind my back.”

“That’s a good idea. And maybe I’ll do it later on tonight. But right now…” He let go of my hair and positioned his cock between my legs. “I’ve got you right where I want you.”

My mouth fell open as he penetrated my body, filling me completely. With slow, decadent strokes, he moved in and out, holding my hips steady. “God, I love when you go slow like that. I can feel every inch of you so deep.”

“You like it deep?” He pushed all the way in, so far he lifted me off my heels. “Like that?”

“Yes,” I breathed, feeling my pussy tighten instinctively around him. “Fuck. You’re hitting…that spot.”

“Yeah?” He began thrusting faster, harder, reaching around with one hand to rub my clit again.

“Yes. Oh my God… Right there. ” I arched back against him, my body on fire, inside and out. The way my arms were immobilized made every sensation in my lower body more intense. My insides contracted, a vise around his solid flesh, and the tiny bundle of nerves under his hand began to hum.

“You’re going to come for me,” he said roughly.

And then it was all too much, the water, the steam, the dark, Lucas’s command in my ear, his fingers between my legs, his cock buried inside me. All the pleasure coiled low within my body rocketed skyward, and I dropped my head back, wanting to say his name but unable to speak.

Lucas came moments after I did, grabbing my hips with both hands and jerking me back against him, our wet bodies slapping together, our breath leaving our bodies in strangled gasps, our desperate need to take and be taken by one another momentarily satisfied.

#

Thanks to round two, Lucas and I didn’t leave the hotel room for another hour and a half. By that time, his friends were already leaving the restaurant to meet us, so we decided to head straight for the bar and worry about getting food later. I wasn’t all that hungry anyway. My stomach was jittery at the thought of two things: meeting Lucas’s friends, and having to deal with Jessica all night. Lucas asked me repeatedly if I was OK with her being there, and I assured him I was.