His Absolute Proposal: An Illicit Billionaire Love Story (Elise, #3) (2 page)

I nudged my leg against his thigh, moving towards his crotch.  I kept moving like that, slowly nudging, moving, until I had him beneath my lower thigh near my knee.  Gentle, swaying back and forth, I massaged his morning erection with my leg.

Belatedly, I realized why we were still wearing rather formal-looking clothes and why we were on the couch.  It wasn't my couch or Lucent's couch, it was the couch in Jessika's apartment.  We were on the run from the police and we'd come here last night after... after...

Oh God, that happened, didn't it?  Lucent really was kind of a jerk sometimes.

Maybe I shouldn't do this, then?

No, he was mine, and I would do it, because I wanted to.

He wasn't hers, he wasn't Elle's, he wasn't anyone else's.  His lust, his urge, his desires, his need... even the jets of his white seed shooting from his erect cock; that was mine, too.

Maybe I was a little obsessive.  I just wanted to see it and to claim it for myself, though.

This was going to be difficult.  He was wearing pants.  Um...

I tried to sneak open his button and unzip his zipper without waking him.  I managed the button, but the zipper didn't work.  Or, it did work, and I somehow managed to get Lucent's sleep-hardened cock from his pants, except when I looked over to see if he was awake or sleeping, he looked back at me.

"What are you doing, Miss Tanner?" Lucent asked, a hint of intrigued amusement in his voice.

"I wanted to give you a handjob," I said.  "While you were sleeping," I added.  "You know how sometimes if we fall asleep and then we wake up to go to bed, but then we end up having sex, but it's half-awake sex and it's really good, and in the morning it's kind of all tingly and happy?  That's how it is for me, at least.  It's like that for you, too, right?"

"You're rambling," he said.  "It's cute and endearing, please don't get me wrong, but I'm unsure where you're going with this."

"I wanted to see it," I said.  "I wanted to give you a fast handjob when you were half-asleep so I could see it and then make you feel tingly and happy.  I mean, I'm sure you would have woken up before the end, because I wasn't going to be soft and gentle or anything, but I think you'd still be half-asleep, so it'd still count, you know?"

"Should I close my eyes and try to go back to sleep?" he asked.

"Will you?  I'm sure it won't take long."

He laughed.  "What if I want to wake up right now and enjoy you myself?" he asked.

Belatedly, I realized my current predicament.  Mainly that Lucent had his hand on my upper thigh, and as soon as he asked me what he'd just asked, he slid his hand roughly up my thigh, beneath my dress, and snaked his fingers towards my crotch, reaching for my sex.

Ooh... I liked that.

"I think we're at somewhat of an impasse," I said, fidgeting and squirming in his grip.  His fingers slowly curled and crept around the core of my body.  The tip of one gently slid towards my opening, teasing and pressing slightly inside of me.

"I think you should be the one to close your eyes and go back to sleep, Miss Tanner," he said.

Was that how he wanted to play this out?  Hm...

I squeezed his cock roughly and stroked up and down once, twice, then another time.  He twitched in response.  Mmm, good.

"No," I said.  "You.  You close your eyes."

"Are you defying me?" he asked.

"Yes," I said.  "Yes, I am."

"You realize I'm going to have to punish you, then?"

"You can punish me all you want when you wake up, Lucent.  Right now you should just close your eyes and go back to sleep."

I didn't think this was working to either of our favors, because soon after that, I just kept stroking him, and then he put more of his effort towards teasing me, sliding his fingers up and down my slick sex, rubbing at my clit, and then managing to slip one, then another finger inside of me.  Neither of us was going back to sleep, at any rate.  This wasn't half-awake
anything
.  We were both fully awake and doing some sort of erotic mutual masturbation thing.

"I want you," Lucent said, growling into my ear before nibbling on my earlobe.  "I want you on top of me, Miss Tanner.  I want to be inside of you."

I shook my head, no.  He kept my ear between his teeth, refusing to let it go.  "No," I whispered, my voice an anxious squeak.  I was oddly nervous, though not in the usual way.  Manic butterflies flittered through my stomach, but I couldn't figure out why they were there at first.  Then I realized that, um... we were on the couch in the middle of Jessika's apartment, and if she or Asher woke up and came out, and...

No!  I wouldn't back down.  I was going to give Lucent a handjob and I was going to see him orgasm, no matter what.

Maybe.  I mean, if Jessika and Asher actually came out of their bedroom, I thought I might chicken out and stop, but that hadn't happened yet, so...

"You're thinking too much," Lucent said.  "Stop it.  Immediately.  And roll to your side so you can slam your tight little self onto my erection, Miss Tanner."

"No," I said, louder and stronger this time.  "Lucent, I won't do it."

"Why?" he asked with a grin.

"I will, if—"  My words got cut short by an inopportune pair of fingers pushing deep inside of me.  When I regained my sense of self, I glared at him.  "You did that on purpose!" I hissed.

"I'm trying to be pleasant with you, Miss Tanner.  Just give in and make this easier for the both of us."  He smirked at me, teasing me, nudging me with his free hand and his body, trying to position me above him like he wanted.

"Please don't," I whined.  "Lucent, please?"

"Miss Tanner, I want to fuck you," Lucent said, nothing more than that.

I stared at him, wide-eyed and excited.  Did he?  Did he really, um...?  I liked rough Lucent.  Lucent had many faces, and I liked all of them, to be honest.  Curt Lucent, playful Lucent, formal Lucent, rough Lucent...

He just didn't say things like this very often.  Not unless he really meant it.  I almost gave in to him, almost shifted over until his cock was aligned with my pussy, then sunk down.  I almost did, but he continued speaking.

"If you insist, I won't.  I hardly want to force you to do something against your will."

"It's not really against my will," I said, fast; perhaps too fast.  "I mean, I would like it, if you did it.  If, um... does that sound bad?" I asked, whispering.  "If I said I'd like it if you forced me?"

"You would?" he asked, curious and interested.

"Is that like a BDSM thing?" I asked.  "If we did that?"

"Potentially, depending.  For something like that, more ground rules are required than a normal scene."

"I don't want to do a scene," I said.  "I just want to make you cum."

Lucent laughed, louder than I thought he should.  Jessika and Asher were in the other room!

"Is that all you want to do?" he asked.

"Mhm, that's it," I said.

This entire conversation was growing more complicated by the second, considering we both still had our hands on each other.  Lucent kept a steady rhythm, rolling the heel of his palm over my clit before pushing his fingers inside of me, rolling again, pulling out, and repeating the process.  It was relaxing in the most erotic and rhythmic sort of ways, like a sensual massage directly on my core.

I didn't think I was as sensual or rhythmic, to be honest.  I tried to remember to stroke him in smooth, steady movements, but if he touched a particular spot on or in me (and to be honest, there were a few, definitely more than one), I lost my train of thought for a second.  I regained it eventually and kept stroking him, but... I thought he was cheating by doing that.

Then I had an idea.  An amazing idea.

"Let's stop," I said.

And I did, I stopped.  Not only did I stop stroking him, but I pulled my hand away completely.  Before Lucent could say anything in reply, I fidgeted away from him, removed his hand from me, then moved his other hand away, and I slid down his body before jumping lightly off the couch.

We stopped.  I didn't like this at first.  In fact, I thought maybe I'd made a mistake, but...

No, I didn't.  A few seconds later, I saw the frantic lust in Lucent's eyes, then the telltale twitch of his cock soon after.  Oh, yes, this was good.

I didn't usually make a point of attempting to drive men (or, more particularly, Lucent) into a lust-induced frenzy, but I thought maybe sometimes I should make an exception?  Just for him.  Just because, you know?

I didn't really know why, but just because.  I liked the look in his eyes.  His cock twitched and throbbed, growing even harder than it had in my hand, and we weren't even doing anything now.  This intrigued me quite a bit.

"Miss Tanner," Lucent said with commanding urgency.  "Why on earth are we stopping?"

"Because," I said.

"That's not an answer," he said, chiding me.

"Well..."  I scurried closer to him, kneeling close to his face, then bent down and whispered into his ear.  "I want to get you really worked up," I said.

"I assure you I'm quite worked up right now," he countered.  I didn't know if he did this to prove his point or not, but his cock bounced twice while he spoke.

I grinned and laughed, and without giving him a chance to respond, I snuck away.  Not too far, though, no.  I skittered lower down his body, reached for his throbbing shaft, then promptly lowered my lips to it.  I kissed the crown of his shaft, then licked around the head before bobbing lower and taking him into my mouth.  I looked up as I went down, watching with glee as he scrunched up his face and let out a loud groan.  I almost thought that was it, that maybe I'd mistaken how close he was and that he'd climax right then and there, right in my mouth, but, no.  Lucent had much more control than that.  He twitched and shivered, but that was it.  I slowly slid my lips up his shaft, tasting the salty sweetness of his precum coating the head of his cock, and then I stopped again.

Without a word, I stood up, scampered away, and left him there.  He stared at me with urgent, angry, glazed over eyes.  It was an intoxicating look, lusty, mad and needy.  I liked it.

I laughed, but I didn't exactly mean to.  It wasn't funny, but... it made me giddy and excited.

"Do you find this amusing, Miss Tanner?" Lucent asked.

"Yes," I said truthfully.

He blinked, then smirked.  "I value your honesty, but please be aware that if I catch you, I'm not going to let you go again until I've filled you with this morning distraction you've brought upon me."

For emphasis, he wrapped his fingers around his cock and stroked up and down.  I stared, watching him do it, mesmerized by his smooth grace.  I wanted to be able to do that, but Lucent always seemed to be able to do it better.  I supposed it made sense considering it was his body and he'd been handling his cock for years now, but I just kind of wanted to be able to handle him like that, too.

I almost distracted myself with these thoughts too much.  When he rose from the couch and strode towards me, I didn't realize it at first.  Somehow, I recomposed my thoughts just in time to duck and dodge away from his lusty grab, though.

The chase was on...

I was the fox, the lusty vixen, and Lucent was my indomitable hound.  Unfortunately for this fox, Jessika's old apartment wasn't quite the best place to hide from this hound.  I ran towards the small kitchen nook area, evading Lucent's grasp for the time being, but... no, this wasn't exactly a good place to hide.  He'd either trap me in the small kitchen offshoot, or I'd need to escape through the front door.

I wasn't about to run outside, so I made a quick turn away from the kitchen and went the only other possible way I could; down the hallway leading towards the bathroom and Jessika's bedroom.  Belatedly, I realized this wasn't exactly the best option, either.  Now what?

Go into the bathroom?  Yes, I could do that, and lock the door behind me I supposed, but that sort of ruined the game, now didn't it?  Lucent wasn't even running anymore, either.  He knew he had me, and once he had me, well.. um...

To be fair, his pants were in place again, so it wasn't exactly like he could take me right here and now in the hallway.  No, he'd likely grab me about the waist, lift me up, drag me back to the living room, and then have his way with me.  Which would certainly be fun, but this wasn't about that.  This was about denial.  It was about anticipation, excitement, the rising action of a three-act play, culminating in the climactic final scene.

My play was coming to an end, though.  I stood in the hallway, unsure what to do, trapped between Lucent, Jessika's closed bedroom door, and the open bathroom door to my side.  I needed to make a decision fast, so I made one.

Scampering the rest of the way down the hallway to Jessika's bedroom, I knocked loudly on the door.  I didn't quite know what I meant to do by doing that, but it gave Lucent pause.  Oh, yes, he stopped alright.

I stuck my tongue out at him and made a silly face.  He glowered, hiding his curious and amused smirk.  I thought he liked this game just as much as I did.  It was a competitive match, and this was my current play; he just needed to figure out what his next move was.

I kind of needed to figure out mine, too.  I wasn't sure what I'd planned on doing when I first knocked, but now I was out of ideas.

Lucent came up beside me, grabbed my hips, and squeezed me close to him.  "You're not safe yet, Miss Tanner.  Don't think I'll give up my pursuit so easily."

I stood up on tiptoes and kissed him.  I kissed him hard and fast, lips pressed tight to his.  My hands wrapped around his neck, fingers twining in his hair.  He seemed shocked at first, then more than agreeable.  He kissed me back, pulled me close, and...

"Yes?" someone called out from inside the bedroom; it was Asher.  "Is everything alright?"

Whoops.  Er...

Lucent and I reluctantly separated.  He looked at me like I should be the one to answer, but I looked back at him, sheepish, and shrugged.  He rolled his eyes at me.

"This was your doing, Miss Tanner," he whispered.

"I know!" I said, hushed.  "But I don't know what to say now.  Can you say something instead?"