Lucas: The Hunter Brothers Series (20 page)

“Anyway,
about a year ago, Dex was in the playground and it was littered with hypodermic
needles from all the drug addicts in the block and I knew I had to get out. It
took a good few months, but eventually Chas got me the job at Capitol and found
us a place together. She saved us, Lucas.”

“Then
I came along and acted unforgivably,” he said, tipping my chin to kiss my mouth
gently as I smiled up at him.

“Something
like
that,” I said as he shook his head.

“Thank
you for telling me,” he smiled, kissing my forehead and holding me tightly.

“If
there is anything else, Jess, you need to tell me now. I don’t react well to
lies,” he said firmly as I shook my head.

“Now
it’s your turn. Tell me about Roberta,” I said as he scowled at me and I knew
it wasn’t somewhere he wanted to go.

“I’d
rather not,” he said, rising and pouring himself a large brandy, turning to me and
asking silently if I wanted one as I shook my head.

I
wanted one thing and that was to know what had happened with the damn ex-fiancée.
“And I’d rather you hadn’t barged unsolicited into my birthday party and found
out I was the mother of a five year old boy. Shit happens, Lucas,” I said,
raising my eyebrows as he smirked, no doubt in response to my pissy attitude. It
wasn’t good sub behaviour, but we’d barely got off the blocks with that and I
wasn’t sure we’d be proceeding anyway. He had seconds or it was about to get
worse.

“You
seem to forget who
is in control here, Jessica
,” he
said as I raised my eyebrows.

“You
seem to forget we’re not at the club,” I replied sharply as he pulled me onto
his lap, sighing deeply.

“We
were casual. She told me she was pregnant so I tried to do the right thing. I
didn’t love her and the pregnancy was a trap, a lie to keep me. When I found
out I ended it,” he said firmly. It was certainly the short version but it told
me everything I needed to know.

“It
makes sense why your birthday is a hard time for you,” he frowned, changing the
subject as I nodded.

“It’s
tricky. It holds happy memories of my time with Jake and we made Dex, yet it
was the most excruciatingly painful night I have ever had to endure.”

 
“Can I rescue tonight, or is it too late?” he
asked as I smiled up at him.

“You
already did, Lucas,” I said, resting my head closer against his chest.

“Then
the least I can do is give you your present,” he smiled, pulling a square box
from his trouser pocket and pressing it into my palm.

“What
is it?” I squealed excitedly, popping open the lid, dazzled by the beautiful
rocks nestled in the soft fabric, shining and glinting in the low lights of the
apartment.

“Are
they real?” I gasped as he nodded, removing the diamond earrings from the box
and putting them in, sweeping my hair behind my ears. “Oh my God, thank you.
They’re beautiful,” I gushed as he pulled me against him, kissing me
relentlessly as I giggled and squirmed in his lap, eager that we seal the deal
with another of Lucas’s wonderful gifts.

“Now,
there is the small matter of your attitude,” he said as I bit my lip, looking
up into his darkening eyes.

“But
it’s my birthday,” I pouted as he grabbed me, picking me up and carrying me
through to what I assumed was Lucas’s bedroom. My eyes wandered slowly across
the tasteful and beautiful decor in the low lit room, dotted with classic
portraits of the female form that were Botticelli-esque in nature and a far cry
from what I imagined to find.

“I
like your room,” I smiled as he laid me on the bed, taking his time to undress
me slowly, pulling out a black blindfold from his bedroom drawer as I stared at
him wide-eyed.

“Tonight
I want to see if we can answer some of those things you couldn’t on the
questionnaire,” he said, bending to kiss my mouth before popping the blindfold
over me. “I want to blind you to heighten your other senses. I want you to
concentrate on how your body reacts, which sensations you like and those you
don’t,” he said. I swallowed hard wondering what on earth was coming, flinching
as I heard the striking of a match and the acrid smell of sulphur wafting
through the air.

I
could hear his footsteps and he was gone for a few moments as I tried to adjust
to the unfamiliar sensations that were firing through my body –fear,
anticipation, excitement and desire for Lucas, the feel of his body, the taste
and the smell of his hot, hard skin against mine as I heard the soft footsteps
padding across the carpet towards me.

“I
do trust you, Lucas, but will any of this hurt?” I asked as he bent to kiss my
lips.

“Maybe.
It depends
how sensitive you are to pain,” he said as my heart raced in anticipation. I
could hear the smile in his voice, tensing before he ran his fingers softly
over my shivering skin and I moaned out loud, gasping as burning stings landed
in soft hot drops across my tender stomach, spreading and hardening
immediately.

It
was a strange sensation, a hot sharpness, fleeting and so momentary it was
strange rather than painful, unusual and uncomfortable rather than unpleasant,
like being flicked with a heated rubber band. He waited a moment to judge my
response. “Good girl,” he whispered, brushing his lips against mine as I
relished the praise, relaxing into the cool sheets.

Suddenly
droplets landed across my nipples as I gasped loudly, feeling them peak into
hard buds in an immediate response. I liked it there. He moaned loudly,
kneading my breasts roughly as I writhed beneath him, waiting for the hot
droplets when I felt the sharp sting of freezing cold ice.

The
sensations sent a shudder radiating through my body that I felt in my groin,
reacting to the extremes of temperature as he traced the cube across my
breasts, droplets of water running down the curves and pooling in the bedding
at my sides. “Hot or cold?” he asked and I knew which one I preferred, the momentary
sting of the hot wax over the chill of the ice that remained for far too long.

“Hot,”
I whispered as more droplets fell, followed by firm, soft kisses tracing from
my breasts to my stomach and down between my legs .The wax hit the fleshy spot
on my upper thighs and I cried out loud. God that was sensitive. It hurt more
there than it did on my breasts, but it was fleeting and manageable, leaving a
warmth behind that felt divine.

 
I felt the ice along my soft folds, crying out
loud as it hit my clit. I used my hands to push it away as Lucas laughed
gently, easing the burning freeze with the heat of his tongue and firing every
nerve to life beneath his touch. I was torn, wanting to push away against the
cold, but loving the hot feel of his skilful mouth lapping at my nerve endings
as a million messages surged through my brain.

“Lucas,”
I gasped as the cold ice moved across the soft folds of my pussy, freezing them
in an unpleasant numbing sensation before his tongue moved down a fraction at a
time. I was desperate for him to continue as he kissed his way back up my body,
lifting the blindfold as my eyes adjusted to the light, looking down at my body
covered in the hardened remnants of the soft wax as he smiled broadly.

 
“You don’t like the cold,” he said as I smiled
up at him, shaking my head. “Then we’ll save that for punishment,” he chuckled
gently, removing the wax from my nipples, sucking them hard as I pushed myself
further into the mattress, eager for release and wet for his touch.

He
played with me for an age, taking me to the brink, only to stop and begin
teasing another part of my body until I was desperate to feel him inside me.
“Please, Lucas,” I begged, running my fingers across that hot hard body.

His
erection was solid, his self control infuriating as I ground beneath him, eager
for more as he pressed the pad of his finger gently on my clit, teasing my
nerve cells into overdrive as
 
I ground
myself against him. “Be patient,” he demanded, kissing me deeply and it was all
I could do not to cry out in blissful frustration.

“Orgasm
denial was in that contract, I saw it,” I snapped as he laughed gently.

“Believe
me, sweetheart, you’ll know when I’m denying you,” he said, twirling his tongue
against my nipples, biting them lightly in a touch that ran like a hotwire to
my sensitive pussy and I cried out loud.

“Very
well, since it’s your birthday,” he smiled, lifting my leg over his shoulder
rubbing the hard length of his cock against my soaking soft folds, rolling the
condom over his gorgeous cock as I drank in every inch. I was gasping and
pleading, desperate for release as he plunged into me with such hot powerful
force that it drove the very breath from my body.

He
fucked me over and over, hard and deep, stimulating my G-spot and my clitoris
until I was drowning in pleasure, sensitive cells bombarding my brain with gratification
as my whole being was consumed with the feelings Lucas was unleashing. If my
body was an instrument, he was playing it expertly, no nerve escaping his mouth
his fingers or his beautiful cock as I lay back, unable to stifle my cries and
moans.

“Come
for me, baby,” he growled, unleashing the waves in my centre, deeper and more
powerful than ever before. It was like he’d ignited an electrical circuit from
my insides, touching my nipples and every pleasure spot on my body, white
lights appearing behind my eyes, toes curling as I felt a sudden gush from my
insides, revelling in the look of pure pride on Lucas’s face.

If
I hadn’t been so warm, so sated, so doused in pleasure, I would have been
mortified, watching as he stilled. “Fuck baby, I’m coming,” he shouted,
stilling and shuddering, looking into my eyes as he filled me, and I cried out
again before he collapsed on top of me, breathless and holding me tight.

Minutes
passed as he stayed inside me, connected in the wetness that seeped between us,
running onto the sheets between our legs as he pulled out, grinning broadly at
my flushed face.

“I’m
sorry,” I said, as the warmth of embarrassment heated my cheeks. “What for?” he
asked, frowning as I buried my head in his chest. “I think I peed a bit,” I whispered
as he laughed, shaking his head.

“You
didn’t pee, baby, you squirted and believe me it felt fucking incredible.” I
stared at him wide eyed and wishing I was more experienced in this whole thing.

“I
did what?” I asked as he rolled back on top of me, kissing my neck.

“I
wanted to get you really worked up to see if you could,” he smiled. “When
you’re incredibly aroused, the sponge walls of the vagina soak up liquid and it
can overflow into the urethra. When you come it squirts out like a male
ejaculation. It’s really fucking hot,” he grinned as I started to giggle.

“It
felt it,” I smiled shyly, wondering why the hell I was embarrassed, I would
certainly like to feel it again.

“Do
you need to go home and see Dexter tonight, or will you stay?” he asked as I
cuddled up against him. I was so warm, so sated and so cosy that I didn’t want
to go anywhere. Staying the night with Lucas would be a rare treat and I may
never get the opportunity again.

“Chas
said she’d have him, but I better call her and check,” I said as he jumped out
of bed, retrieving my bag from the living room, climbing under the covers and
pulling me against his glorious naked form as I snuggled in tight and dialled my
sister.

“I
hope that fucking dickwad apologised,” she said before I’d even had the chance
to speak. Lucas grabbed the phone.

“I
did, Chastity. Thank you for your help this evening and please stop calling me
a dickwad,” he grinned, winking at me and passing back the phone as I laughed.

“Is
it alright if I stay?” I asked as she sighed down the line.

“It’s
fine by me as long as you think it’s the right thing for you. Charlie swears
he’s a good guy, but I’m yet to be totally convinced,” she said as I looked up
at Lucas who’d clearly overheard.

“What’s
the deal with you and Charlie?” I asked and I could hear her smiling down the
line.

“Nothing,
but we get on. We have the same sense of humour,” she said as Lucas raised his
eyebrows. Either she was really loud on the phone or he had phenomenal hearing.

“Besides,
he wants to screw around. He told me he’s looking for no-strings fun and you
know me,” she said as I shook my head.

“Eye
on the prize,” I laughed.

“Exactly,
Sis and for all he’s a dickwad, Lucas Hunter is a fucking great prize,” she
said as I felt Lucas’s overblown ego further inflate right next to me.

“By
the way is Charlie into all that weird sex stuff?” she asked as I cringed,
looking up at Lucas who was frowning deeply before grabbing the phone in a
manner than suggested he wasn’t entirely happy that I’d shared that with my
sister.

“No
he isn’t and I would prefer it if you didn’t discuss it with him,” Lucas said
firmly.

“He
doesn’t know?” Chas gasped down the phone as I realised it was her that was
loud and nothing spectacular about Lucas’s hearing.