Sweet Surrendering (5 page)

“I swear, if you don’t come back to my place with me, right now, and let me fuck the hell out of you, I am going to lose it, and you don’t want to see me lose it.”

Our eyes locked and he started moving his hips against me. Damn. I missed having a man pressed against me, passionate, and lusty. Sometimes Royce would come visit me at work and we’d sneak away. But it hadn’t lasted. The fire had burned out in only a few weeks, and then it was like a chore. Royce was also more conventional than I was in bed. I’d suggest all kinds of things to spice things up, but he’d looked at me like I was a deviant and so I dropped it and tried to be content with missionary.

Something told me Lucas Blaine would be game for anything and everything.

The driver announced my stop and I had a decision. Lucas waited for me, pressing a little harder and making his intentions even clearer.

“I changed my mind,” I heard myself say to the cabbie.

“Drive,” Lucas said. His head dipped down, and I put my hand up to stop him from kissing me.

“So I’m a good kisser then?” I said innocently as he opened his mouth and I slid my finger in.

“I’ll let you know in the morning,” he said, licking the tip of my finger and giving me a devilish smile.

In order to get out of the cab and up to his apartment, Lucas to climb off me; our legs got a little tangled and it was hard to do with grace. Red-faced Lucas gave the cabbie a fifty and told him to keep the change. I give him a wink and I definitely heard him chuckle as I tried to walk with some sort of dignity. It was a bit easier for me, because I wasn’t the one pitching a tent in my jeans. I laughed a little and shifted so I was standing in front of him as a few people passed by. Lucas used me as a shield, which made me start laughing and then I couldn’t stop.

I doubled over, because I just couldn’t help it.

“Well, this is a bit of an ego blow. You’d think this was my first time,” he said behind me, and I heard a tinge of embarrassment in his voice. Trying to keep a straight face I stood, turning around. It was dark, but I swore I could see him blushing.

He was
blushing.
How unexpectedly adorable.

There was a lurch in the bottom of my stomach that I didn’t really understand, but it made me stop giggling as if I’d been dunked in a bucket of cold water.

“Something wrong?” he said, taking a step back from me, regardless of what was going on in his pants. “Not having second thoughts?”

Oh, hell no. The sex was happening. I’d shut the door on my common sense about three drinks ago. Even though I knew it was a bad idea.

“None,” I said, grabbing his shirt and yanking his mouth onto mine. Luckily, our teeth didn’t collide, but I almost sliced his lip open.

I wrenched my mouth away after one fast, hot kiss that had me tingling from the tips of my hair to the ends of my toes and everywhere in between. It was a fire-starting kiss.

“Let’s go,” I said, wobbling on my feet a bit and hoping he didn’t notice. I had been a hell of a lot more confident in the cab.

He took my hand and I stared up at the building.

“Wow, swanky.” It was a doorman building. A really nice doorman building. What the hell was he doing applying for an assistant job if he lived here? I didn’t even have a doorman and my building was pretty nice. Dad wouldn’t allow me to go “slumming” as he said it.

“Let’s get you upstairs and into my bed, hmm?” It was like he was singing again, the way his voice slipped and slid over and under my skin.

“Sounds good,” I said as he tugged me toward the door where the doorman gave him a smile and a “Nice to see you, Mr. Blaine.”

I prayed that my hand wasn’t sweaty as he yanked me toward the elevator and pushed the button.

“Maybe we could just take the stairs?” I said as we both stared up, waiting for it to come to us.

“I live on the fourteenth floor,” he said with a grin. Now that we were out of the cab I was feeling shy and apprehensive. I must have left the vixen who’d climbed onto his lap in the cab. I kind of needed her back.

“Finally,” he muttered when the elevator door opened. A woman exited and was nearly run over by Lucas as he dragged me inside. She made a huffy sound, but he didn’t apologize.

As soon as the door closed, he shoved me so hard up against the back wall that I knew I was going to have a bruise. But I really, really didn’t care as his mouth claimed mine and I was pressed and connected with every inch of him.

His hands held onto my face, as if he was desperate not to lose me. It felt So. Damn. Good. I hadn’t had anyone who’d wanted me this much in a long time, and I burned with it.

We drank each other in and I barely noticed when the elevator opened and we were on his floor. He broke the kiss long enough to pick me up in his arms and stride with purpose toward his door.

Of course, in his haste to get me into bed, he forgot that he had to unlock his door, so he ended up having to put me down to get his keys out, and he fumbled with them.

It was such a sweet moment that I almost started laughing again. But as I was about to cheer when the lock clicked and he kicked the door open, I was swept up in his arms again.

I had a brief look at an open floor plan and lots of white and black and chrome before he kicked another door open and I was tossed on a giant bed covered in silky black cotton sheets, and then he was diving on top of me.

It was like we were horny teenagers and he was worried that any moment his mom was going to come in. He seemed sure in some ways, but his fingers fumbled a little, and it just made me kiss him harder.

Normally, I liked being with a guy who was willing to take control, who knew exactly what he wanted and how to get it, but I liked this. It was new. It was like our first time ever and that made it better somehow, instead of awkward.

In his haste to get my top off, he ended up ripping my shirt as he tried to pull it over my head.

“Sorry,” he said against my lips.

“No big,” I said. Who cared about the damn shirt? I could just buy another one. I couldn’t buy the way his hands raced over my exposed skin, or how it goose bumped in response. Now he was the one who had me eating out of the palm of his hand.

He pressed his face in between my breasts and breathed me in. Oh God, I was hot already and he’d barely done anything. He slid the straps off my shoulders and kissed my skin through the lace of my bra, sucking and biting here and there. Yup, my skin would bear the marks of his mouth tomorrow. He raised his head and went back to my mouth, his hands going to my nipples, rolling them between his fingers as they ached for more.

His shirt was giving me an issue. Too many damn buttons. I made a sound of frustration and his lips left mine.

“Do you need some help?” His face was a smirk.

“No, I got it. You just have a lot of buttons, and I’m a little distracted, okay? And I’ve been drinking. And I’m not really the kind of girl who has sex with guys she’s just met.” And now I was the girl who babbles during sex. To be honest, I hadn’t been this nervous about sex in a very long time.

“We’ll take it slow. Nice. And. Slow.” He stroked the front of my jeans with every word, and I finally got the last button undone and pushed the shirt off his shoulders. He had one of those white tank tops on underneath. How frustrating. I just wanted him to be shirtless. It took another few seconds for me to get the damn tank top off and then I finally got to really look at him. “Let’s Get It On” started playing in my head. I was kind of a fan of sex to music.

“Enjoying the view?”

“Maybe,” I said, and that was a total lie. His body was even better than I thought it would be, and I wanted to taste and touch every inch of it. He had freckles dusted all across his well-formed chest, and his left nipple had a silver hoop through it. Yet something else that was completely unexpected.

I went for the nipple ring first, sucking on it and pulling it a little with my teeth. I was satisfied when he groaned deep in his throat.

“I knew I got that for a reason. I didn’t know it would take nine years to find out that reason.”

I kissed my way down his chest, and paused where the band of his underwear peeked out of his jeans. Of course, he had a belt on, so I went to work on that, but his hands stopped me.

“Slow. Nice and slow.” He took both of my hands and put them over my head and pressed his now naked chest against mine, and went back to kissing me.

Slow. Okay. I could do slow.

I let myself melt back into the kiss, and it was easy. He was a damn good kisser. Must have had lots of kissing lessons in his youth.

“That’s it,” he said, breaking the kiss once more to reach around my back and undo my bra clasp with one hand before removing it completely. He paused for a moment to stare at me and then he was kissing down my neck and back to my nipples. My hands went into his hair as my back arched, trying to get closer to his sweet mouth.

I bit the corner of my lip to keep from moaning. I tended to be really loud when it came to sex. I’d bought poor Sloane the most expensive noise-cancelling headphones when I’d first started dating Royce, before our sex had gotten so boring I barely made a sound.

He dragged my left nipple through his teeth and I couldn’t help it. At the sound of my moan, he laughed a little and did it again.

“I like that sound,” he said, propping his chin between my breasts and smiling at me. “I think I’d like to hear it all night long. I think I’d like to save it and make it my ringtone.”

“You would not,” I said and he laughed as he kissed his way down my stomach.

“I might,” he said as he paused at the top of my jeans before unbuttoning them and pulling the zipper down a millimeter at a time.

He was killing me. I was already coming undone, and he hadn’t even touched my lower half. This guy was good. Or maybe I was just wound up from not getting any for months.

Or both.

Once he had the zipper undone, he slowly pushed my jeans down my hips, pausing briefly to admire my lace underwear before exposing me completely.

“Lovely,” he said as he pulled my jeans off my legs and kissed his way down my belly again. I was just waiting for him to discover . . .

“You’re pierced?” he breathed.

It had been a spur of the moment thing after I’d broken up with Royce. I hadn’t told anyone, not even Sloane, that I’d done it. I’d thought about getting a VCH genital piercing for years, but Royce had always thought it was gross, and, like an idiot, I’d listened to him.

Lucas paused, studying the diamond barbell that pierced the hood of my clit. I waited for his reaction. This could end the evening right here.

He raised his eyes until they were locked on mine as he stuck his tongue out and licked my clit and then sucked the piercing into his mouth.

“Oh,
God
,” I said as my entire body shook with want and need and lust and everything that had been pent up for months.

Lucas licked and sucked with his mouth, and then slid one of his hands up the inside of my thigh before plunging one, and then two fingers inside me, working them in tandem with his mouth.

“Don’t stop,” I said, pushing my hips toward his mouth and pulling on his hair so hard I swore I yanked some of it out. He didn’t seem to notice or care.

He crooked his fingers against my inner walls and that in conjunction with his mouth sucking on my clit brought me to the most forceful (and quick) orgasm I’d had in . . . God, who cares?

I cried out and I heard him laughing as he slowed his movements, bringing me back down from the edge of the cliff. He removed his finger and gave my piercing one last little kiss before climbing up my body and grinning at me as if he deserved a gold star.

“You taste even better than I thought.” Well, good thing. I’d been a little worried about that since it was the reason Royce never would go down on me.

“Good job,” I said, still panting as I patted him on the shoulder. I was still recovering when he kissed me, sticking his tongue in my mouth so I could taste myself. That was something that always turned me on with my first boyfriend, but Royce said it was disgusting. Clearly, Lucas didn’t think so.

Now that he’d taken care of me, it was my turn, so my hands inched their way down to undo his belt, and then unzip his pants.

I shoved my hands down the back of his pants and grabbed his ass. Perfect. It was perfect. He slid out of his pants and paused for the first time. Something crossed his face that wasn’t exactly reluctance, but it was something. Something that didn’t match what was currently happening.

“Are you sure?” I gave him an “are you fucking serious?” face and then reached out and took him into my hand, stroking once and then gripping him at the base where his dick met his body. I tightened my grip.

“I swear to God, if you don’t fuck me the rest of the way, I’m going to twist.” His eyes flew wide and his mouth dropped open.

“I’m serious,” I said, twitching my wrist just a little bit. He was still hard as a rock, which made me want to laugh.

Then he smiled and reached over me to a drawer in his nightstand. I kept my hand on his dick as it pulsed in my hand and I moved my hand up and down as I heard him groan a bit. Ha. I am the master of hand jobs. My hands are just that fantastic when a penis is placed in one of them. I could teach a damn class on this. Probably because my blow job skills left a little to be desired. I couldn’t help it if I had a gag reflex.

“Good thing we came to my place,” he said, holding up the familiar square packet.

“Safety first,” I said, squeezing his balls a little as he tried to rip the thing open.

“If you slip between her thighs, condomize,” he said and I moved my hand so he could roll the condom on. I was so distracted watching him do it that I almost missed what he said.

“Come again?”

He looked up and grinned at me and I swear I wanted to fuck that smile. Yes, I know that’s not possible. I mean, he did fuck me with his mouth, but this was something different.

“I’m sincerely hoping you will. It’s my mission,” he said, positioning himself over me as I adjusted my hips and he hovered at my entrance. I was wet, I was ready and he was teasing me. He held his dick in one hand and moved it up and down my entrance.