Flesh: Part Thirteen (The Flesh Series Book 13) (3 page)

“
Is
something funny?” he asks, his voice pure domination.

“
No,
Sir.” I can't keep the smile off of my face.

To distract him from
it, I open my mouth and guide his tip in, wrapping my lips around it
to immediately start sucking. He hisses in approval, his fingers
tightening and relaxing in my hair. My tongue cradles the underside
of his shaft as I bob up and down on his sex. It feels strange, the
way his dick is expanding in my mouth, growing hard, the veins
beginning to bulge as blood is pumped to his dick from arousal.

“
Mm,
Amy. Just like that,” he gives me praise.

It's not long before
he's fully engorged, his soft, fleshy member turning to steel in my
mouth. I suck vigorously, being a bit sloppy but not really caring.
When I pull away, my tongue darts out to tease at his head, pressing
and wiggling against his slit until he pulls back from sensitivity.
Then I take him all the way to the back of my throat, pushing the
limits of my gag reflex for a few strokes before I nibble on the
ridges of his glans. This feels like the first chance I've gotten to
actually worship his cock—to suck him off the way I have wanted
to.

Eventually, he
begins bucking his hips. The occasional moan falls from his lips,
which only spurs me to suck faster and harder. His grip tightens on
my hair, and he starts to take control, pressing himself so deeply
into my mouth that I can't help but gag.

“
Oh
yeah. That feels fucking amazing,” he breaths, picking up the
pace.

When I glance up at
him, his eyes are closed. His head is tilted back, and I can see his
Adam's apple sticking out. I want to lick it, but my mouth is too
occupied with other things.

His thrusting
becomes violent. Too hard. Too fast. Too much. It's at that moment
that I realize he plans to come in my mouth.

I panic but don't
pull away. I knew this would happen eventually, that he'd demand this
of me. And for as much as I really don't want to do it, there's no
stopping him. He's too close to the edge. I've had sex with him
enough times to know that.

I brace myself,
tears gathering at the corners of my eyes from the soreness of my
throat being spread so wide. Lucian hisses, and then I feel the first
spurt of his warm seed painting my mouth. As if he knows that I want
to spit, he looks down at me and says, “Swallow.”

The commanding gleam
in his eyes makes me open my throat. Stream after stream shoots down
it. Being receptive makes it not quite as bad as I expected. It's
when he pulls away and I have to swallow what's on my tongue that I
don't really enjoy it. That and he pulled out a little too soon and
ended up getting some on the corner of my mouth.

“
That's
so fucking hot, Amy. Fuck, you're incredible.” He takes his
thumb and swipes it up the side of my chin before pressing it into my
mouth, forcing me to lick his seed from the thick digit.

He tastes salty and
musky and masculine. I've never enjoyed the taste of come, and his is
no exception. The fact that I love him doesn't make the act any
better for me.

I wrinkle my nose as
I stomach the final swallow, glad that this part of our coupling is
over. For as much as I liked sucking his cock, I definitely could
have done without the semen shower.

I shift my weight to
stand, but then Lucian says, “I didn't give you permission to
get up.”

I frown, staring
forward at his dick as he lazily strokes it while it goes soft. I'm
not sure what he expects me to do next. There's really nothing left
to do.

“
Get
on all fours,” he tells me, and for a moment, I worry that he's
going to fuck me in the ass again. He just came though, and I highly
doubt he can recharge that quickly.

I apprehensively do
as I'm told. It feels like my body weighs a million pounds, my arms
are so tired. All of me is tired. I'm beyond exhausted. How I've
managed to keep going for this long, I have no idea. It reminds me of
the few times that I ran with my fit friends in high school. They'd
blaze past me, and I'd be jogging behind them, huffing and puffing
and feeling like I was about to die, yet I pressed on. This is very
similar. Keeping up with Lucian is a chore, but I remember what he
said. This isn't over until he says it is. God only knows when that
will be.

He kneels beside my
legs on the carpet, making me think again that he might try to mount
me. I look back over my shoulder at him, and the lines in his face
harden.

“
Keep
your head forward. No looking,” he tells me.

With a sigh, I turn
back around. My body jolts forward as I feel a hard slap against my
cunt. A pleasant sting radiates through my pussy lips and culminates
at my core. Then he follows it up with another slap before jamming
two fingers into me. I gasp, my hips wanting to press back against
his hand, taking more of him into me. I stay steady though.

“
Your
insides are so hot.” Lucian wastes no time picking up speed.

In a matter of
seconds, my mouth is an O as he finger fucks me into oblivion. Every
time he pushes his hand up, his thumb rubs my clit, triggering a tiny
contraction. It's not long before I'm breaking against it, panting
heavily while I come all over his hand.

“
Just
like that, love. Just like that.” The satisfaction in his tone
is unmistakable.

Silently, I curse
him for making me climax again. My core is quickly becoming sensitive
from over-stimulation. I'm honestly not sure how much more I can
take. Somehow though, my pussy keeps accepting his touch, deriving
pleasure from it. He forces orgasm after orgasm out of me, though
this one wasn't anywhere near as strong as the first two.

“
Sir,
I can't,” I breath, wanting to rest on my forearms. I could
probably fall over and pass out at any second now, I'm so spent.

“
You
can and you will.” He pulls his fingers out of me, then I hear
a sucking sound as he licks my juices off of them. “You can
look now.”

I turn my head to
see him sitting down on the carpet. He motions to me, and I crawl
over to him, wondering when we'll reach his end game. Surely, it
can't be far away. Even he has to have limits to his stamina.

“
Crawl
on top of me,” he instructs, and I do as I'm told, straddling
his body.

Lucian grabs the
base of his cock and points it up at my pussy. I'm surprised that
he's already hard again. It hasn't been that long since I sucked him
off.

I line myself up
with him, closing my eyes as I begin to lower my body. As soon as his
glans nudges between my pussy lips, Lucian grabs me by the hips,
keeping me steady.

“
You
really do look tired,” he muses.

“
I'm
exhausted,” I confess, feeling fatigue slither through my
muscles.

“
We're
definitely going to have to work on that.”

I let out a sharp
gasp as he pushes me all the way down onto him, bucking up into me at
the same time. The exhaustion seems to leave me with my breath. Now,
I'm wide awake, consumed by the feeling of his big dick filling me
completely. It's pleasantly intense, making my core throb back to
life.

Lucian lets go of my
hips and brings his arms back behind his head to relax on the carpet.
“Ride me.”

I grunt at the
thought of having to do any more work, not that I've done much in the
first place. Lazily, I move my hips, my thighs burning from the
effort. To be honest, I feel like I suck at topping, especially when
I don't have the energy to put a lot of effort into it.

For several minutes,
Lucian just lays there with his eyes closed. If I didn't know better,
I'd think he was asleep.

Clumsily, I
reposition my legs, trying to get comfortable. He slips out of me,
and I have difficulty getting him back in. It makes me feel
embarrassingly inexperienced. Internally, I'm praying that he'll help
me or give me some guidance, but he doesn't.

After making a
pathetic display of riding him for a few more minutes, I give up and
just sit there, allowing my exhaustion to get the better of me.

Lucian opens one eye
and smirks. “That tired, eh?”

“
We've
already established this.” I frown at him.

“
Don't
act like you don't enjoy it.”

“
I'd
enjoy it more if you were on top.” I give him my best seductive
smile.

“
I'm
sure you would.” He stretches as if it's a burden to move. Then
he gives me a gentle slap on the ass. “Lift yourself a little.”

I pull myself up to
put space between us, feeling like it's taking everything in me just
to sit up straight. Lucian crunches forward to grab my hips, his abs
tightening and looking absolutely delicious. As soon as he has a good
hold on me, he leverages it to start thrusting up into me. This
definitely feels a lot better than when I was doing all of the work.

I inhale deeply, the
scent of way too much sex filling my nostrils. This room is
definitely going to need to be aired out when we're done. The leather
smell is almost gone now. We've tainted it with our scene, drowned it
out.

For as much as
Lucian keeps teasing me about being tired, I can tell that he's
exhausted as well. Coming seems more like a personal goal than
something to be enjoyed. I smirk while I watch him work, tiny gasps
and moans contorting my expression whenever he rotates his hips.

I can't help but
wonder if his ass is going to have rug burn after this. It's a rather
amusing thought. And if it does happen, I'll have to make sure to
tease him about it.

“
Fuck
this,” he grumbles, sitting up and practically pushing me over
onto the floor.

My eyes widen as he
crawls on top of me, grabs one of my legs, and hikes it up to rest
against his chest before he pushes himself into me again. I gasp as
he starts banging me almost violently, the friction turning pleasure
to pain from overuse. Sore is an understatement for how I feel. My
body has run out of self-lubrication, but that's not about to stop
Lucian. Thankfully, he's already heading into the home stretch, so I
don't bother saying anything. I just press my palm against the floor,
bracing myself, waiting for his climax.

He groans loudly as
he empties his balls into me, bucking hard to fill me completely.
Even though all I did was lay there, I'm still panting, exhausted
from weathering the pain. Now it's official. My body can take no
more. If he wants to do anything else, he's going to have to do it
with his hand.

Once he's finished,
he climbs off of me and lays on the floor beside me. We both stare up
at the ceiling and catch our breath. I'm at a loss for words from
everything that has happened tonight. It's a good thing that I'm on
birth control because I feel so full of come right now that I think
it would be impossible not to get pregnant by him. This must be where
the term come dumpster came from. His seed is in every one of my
holes. It's a dirty thought, yet gratifying at the same time. He
definitely gave me a night that I'll never forget.

CHAPTER THREE

My eyes are
half-closed in sleep when Lucian finally stands. Internally, I groan
at the thought of having to do anything else. Even getting up seems
like a chore. If only we could just pass out here for the night
though I'm sure I'd regret it in the morning if I woke up with stiff
muscles.

I close my eyes the
rest of the way, pretending to be asleep. I feel Lucian's arms slip
beneath me, then he lifts me off of the floor, making my eyes fly
open in fear as I quickly clutch onto his neck. He looks just as
exhausted as I feel.

“
Are
you sure you're alright to carry me? I can walk,” I ask as he
heads towards the door.

“
Have
I ever dropped you?” His expression is serious as if the notion
that he'd drop me is offensive.

I decide to trust
him, resting my head against his shoulder while he carries me the
rest of the way to the master bathroom and sets me down on the side
of the tub. He disappears into the shower, and I hear the water
hitting the tiles before he comes back out to motion me to join him.
A smile spreads across my lips as I force myself off of the side of
the tub and walk into the shower.