Team Lucas (The Saints Team #1) (28 page)

My lips pressed back into his and my whole body tingled. Lucas released my hands and moved his to my waist. He pulled me closer, not taking his lips off mine. I slipped my tongue between his lips and he groaned softly. His erection felt harder if it was possible. I was here at last; how many nights had I dreamt of this? I’d never expected for a moment it would be with a likeable Lucas, not ass Lucas.

“There’s no bonus for this you know,” he said.

I pushed him off. “Did you have to ruin the moment?” I struggled up and pulled away from him. I swung my legs over the side of the bed.

“I’m kidding,” he said, looking up at me.

“You have no idea how to treat a woman, Lucas, but you’re good at killing the mood—although your model friends wouldn’t care, they just want you to ride them so they can say they are bedding Lucas Ainswright,” I raved on. “I’m kind of okay without that kind of publicity.” I rose, adjusted my clothing and headed for his bedroom door. “Thanks for reminding me why I shouldn’t be here.”

I got to the door but Lucas leapt up and got there before me.

“Wait Mia, sorry,” he said, grabbing my shoulder.

I brushed him off but he pulled me back and pressed me against his bedroom wall.

“I’m sorry,” he said again.

I studied his face. He seemed sincere, and sincerity wasn’t his strong suit. “I’m not good at letting people get under my skin.” He swallowed.

“I know,” I said. “You pull me close with one hand and push me away with the other.”

His eyes briefly looked away and he gave a barely discernible nod.

“You’re squashing me,” I said.

“You’re such hard work,” he sighed.

“You have to be kidding me—I’m hard work? You’ve just done it again!” I pushed him away again. “I am so easy going. I spend my day biting my tongue around you because you’re so high maintenance. I’m treading on eggshells all the time...” I stopped for breath.

He blocked the doorway and stood with his hands on his hips. The bulge of his erection took center stage. It was a sensational view... it should be declared the eighth wonder of the world.

He shook his head. “If you were any other chick, Mia, you’d be lying on your back with your legs spread begging for it. Why aren’t you?” He frowned. His pale blue eyes flicked from the bed and back to me.

“Well Tania’s looking for you.” I gave a nod to the drawer where he threw his phone. “Besides, if the entire female population is prepared to put out for you, why are you working so hard for it?” I looked at him incredulously. “Maybe I want more than just a roll in the hay.”

But right now a good screw would be fucking fantastic.

He smiled. “Where do you get these sayings from? That’s something Grandma would say.”

I tried not to smile.

“Shut up or I’m going to swab you, just to put something in your mouth.”

“I’ve got a better idea,” he teased and moved towards me. He towered over me, lowered his head and placing his hand at the back of my neck, tilted my head back and moved his lips to mine again. They hovered so close I wanted to push forward and taste him. Reading my thoughts, his tongue slipped into my mouth and he rubbed his hardness against me; he was so very hard. I ran my hands up his arms, feeling his definition and strength. He was the complete package.

He kissed me... pressing his lips against mine so softly and slowly, releasing me and kissing me again. Hot and fast, slow and warm. I don’t know how I kept standing and I leaned into him, pressing against him for support. Lucas bent slightly at the knees and picked me up so our faces were equal. Still kissing me, he carried me over to the bed, laid me across it and gently maneuvered my wrists together. He held them above my head in one of his large hands. His breathing was as short and sharp as mine as he pushed his erection against me.

“Breathe,” he ordered me and I inhaled, my eyes clouded with the fever of him, my body tingling. I leaned into him, my body compressed between Lucas and his bed. I wanted to touch him but he wouldn’t release me.

I watched as he kept my hands pinned and with his other hand ran his fingers around the back of my neck, his lips gently kissing mine, his eyes closed and his breathing fast.

Lucas’s hand moved under my blue knit button-up top. I hadn’t put a bra on after the bath and as his hand moved up my body, he left a trail of goose bumps on my skin. He stopped when he got to the mound of my breast and ran a thumb under and around it. I gasped. Lucas opened his eyes and stopped kissing me.

“Okay?” he asked. His eyes were hazy and swimming. He had the soft edges I had seen with his friends—relaxed and comfortable, off guard.

“Yes,” I said, my voice faint, “more than okay.”

He smiled, encouraged. Lucas’s thumb found my nipple and skimmed across it, I breathed in and moaned with pleasure. I wanted to touch him, to run my hands along his muscled arms and back, work my way down towards the swollen length in his boxer-briefs and release it. Everything I had been dreaming of since I first laid eyes on Lucas. I struggled against him trying to free myself to touch him.

“Settle,” he whispered, not releasing my hands. He moved his free hand out of my top and away from my breast. Then he gently undid the small button at the bottom of my knit top. My breathing came in small gasps.

He looked away from my eyes and to the buttons.

“Four buttons from heaven,” he whispered and then he undid the third.

Lucas worked his way up, slowly. He reached the very top button and I was now open to him. He ran his finger down the naked line of my chest between my breasts that were still covered.

“Lucas,” I groaned. I wanted him but I was terrified of the fallout, I had grounds for fear with Lucas.

“It’s okay, relax,” he assured me.

He pulled one side of my knit top across my breast revealing it completely. His eyes gazed at my breast and hardened nipple. He moved his hand to the other side and pulled the top back, skimming my nipple as he did so. It was so erotic, so sensual and I thought I was going to pass out. My nipples were aching for him. Lucas stared at my body. I feel insanely self-conscious with my breasts on display for this man who one day I fought with, the next I desired.

He lowered himself to suck one nipple. Oh my God. And then he released my hands and ran his other hand over my nipple, tugging on it—sucking and tugging. I was going to orgasm before he had got past my breasts. He raised me slightly, slipped the top off my shoulders and in one swift move, pulled his own T-shirt off.

Lucas returned to run his tongue around my nipple. I was going to die. I ran my nails lightly up his back and heard him groan with anticipation. His hand trailed down my body and I stiffened. He stopped, giving me time to stop him but I didn’t. He resumed, and finding the drawstring tie on my cream pants, he pulled it loose and slid them off.

Standing up, he pulled down his own shorts and his boxers. His erection was magnificent. It demanded attention—enormous and beautiful. I was desperate to relieve him of it. He lowered himself down on top of me again, taking his weight in his arms and he ran his hands down to my panties. He ran a finger just inside the band and teased me.

I wanted to yell ‘fuck me now’ but I couldn’t form the words.

I gasped with the anticipation. I could barely breathe. Then he slipped his fingers completely into my panties and pulled them down. We were naked together and my body was aching for him—a raw, primal ache.

He looked at me and ever so gently I felt him tease his fingers over my mound and he separated my lips. His finger touched my clitoris and he rubbed gently using all my own fluids. Lucas smiled, a sweet, satisfied smile, and leaned closer to my ear and whispered, “You are so wet Mia, so wet that it would take a week for me to drink you.”

I groaned with embarrassment and pleasure.

“Slide into me,” I begged him.

“Soon,” he said. He slid down the end of the bed and separated my legs. He moved off the bed where he could manage my hips and bring my body to him. For a few moments he didn’t touch me, I could just felt his warm breath between my legs. I was mortified and turned on by his study of me; it was excruciating.

A thousand doubts began to race through my mind: did it look normal... did it look as good as all the models’ vaginas... would it taste sweet enough... should I have waxed... what’s the meaning of life?

And then his tongue flicked my clit. I cried in pleasure with the build-up. He ran his tongue around it and then gently sucked. I wasn’t responsible for my moaning. I was going to come in minutes, I had no control. I was burning.

His hand ran up my body and found my nipple at the same time. He pinched my nipple as he licked and sucked on my clit. The pleasure and pain, the sweet and sour was unbearable. He worked a finger inside me, slowly feeling inside me and pulling out. Sensations were everywhere and I wanted to hold off, hold on, prolong the ecstasy, but I couldn’t.

My back arched; I cried out in orgasm. My body shuddered with pleasure and Lucas didn’t let up. I rode it for as long as I could, then grabbed his hand from my breast and pushed his head away.

“Stop,” I panted as the pain overwhelmed the pleasure.

Lucas rose and moved beside me. He held me tight against him; our two naked bodies were skin-on-skin as I shuddered and let the orgasm pass through me. I gripped him. I had never had anyone hold me in the after throes of passion; it was powerful and comforting and pleasurable, as though he was sharing my orgasm.

When my body calmed I stroked his cheek and looked at him with new wonder.

“Come inside me,” I whispered.

Lucas reached to the bedside cabinet and pulling open the top drawer, grabbed a condom and opened it with his teeth. I took it from him.

“My job,” I said.

He smiled, delighted.

I rolled it down over his enormous penis and he held his breath. Lucas raised himself and moved between my legs. He positioned himself to move inside me. His arms flexed as he held his weight above me and I watched his face. I loved this side of Lucas; this powerful, intimate side.

He began to press in to me and I could feel the pain from his size forcing my insides apart as he began to slide in. I gasped.

“Sorry.” He pulled out a little.

“No, I want you inside me,” I said. “Please.”

“Slowly then,” he said. He slid in a little and then out, inching his way in a little at a time.

“Okay?” he asked, his muscles bulging with holding his weight and the slow restraint.

“Perfect,” I whispered.

I watched as he closed his eyes and slowly moved in and out until he was completely inside me. The pain ceased and I felt him so completely.

He breathed and stopped.

“Don’t move,” he said.

I froze. “What’s wrong?”

“
Sweet Jesus
you’re so fucking tight,” he murmured, keeping his eyes closed.

“Is that okay?”

“Shh, just let me... get some control here.”

I watched his beautiful face as he frowned and began to breathe slowly. After a short moment he began moving in and out of me, picking up the pace. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his body and he sank in even deeper.

He groaned and I swear I could feel him throughout my whole body. He increased his pace. I moved my hand between his legs and stroked his balls. I felt them tighten and his breathing quicken.

“Fuck you’re so tight,” he said again and began going faster, thrusting into me.

He made a deep guttural sound in his chest and his whole body shuddered. “God, Mia,” he cried out as he came inside me. It was glorious and he pushed and thrust until he was empty.

Lucas lowered his body beside me and placed his head onto my chest. I smiled, even though he couldn’t see me, because Lucas was inside me and on me and we just had the best fucking sex I had ever had.

He looked up at me and I leaned down and kissed him. He began to pull out.

“No,” I begged him. “Not yet.”

He rolled on his side and took me with him; we lay side on, still attached by his erection inside me. I clenched inside, wondering if he would feel it and his eyes lit up.

“Are you sending me Morse Code?” he teased.

“Yes.” I clenched again. “Did you get it?”

“Tell me,” he said.

“I said in Morse that I love your dick.”

Lucas laughed. His gorgeous unrestricted smile took my breath away.

“So you said the ‘D’ word, good for you.” He shook his head. “Ah, Mia.”

“What?” I asked, softly stroking his face.

He began to come out of me and he quickly removed the condom.

“You were so tight that I’m going to be feeling you around my dick for days.”

“More blue balls?”

“Not if you’re on hand to help,” he said, and kissed me long and slow.

This night, just now, was the highlight of my entire life. We lay silently together enjoying the afterglow.

“Can I tell you something?” I asked him when he pulled away from kissing me. “It’s putting it all out there stuff.”

“Okay, go for it,” he said, his eyes widened with interest.

I swallowed. “When you came and brought me home from my place, back to here, I thought something had changed... between us. I was pretty blown away when you went off with Chloe.”

Lucas made a scoffing sound. “Something had changed, but you blew me off.”

“What? How?” I asked, my voice rose.

“As soon as you saw her, you said something about Chloe helping me get some relief and you told me to move along, you didn’t want to hold me up,” Lucas said, holding my gaze. “You made it pretty clear you weren’t into me that way.”

I bit my lip and knew what he said was true but for all the wrong reasons.

“I was doing a ‘Lucas’… I was testing you, pushing you away in the hope you would pull me back, but you didn’t.”

Lucas exhaled a long breath. “The test was lost on me. I would have… stayed.”

I knew it wasn’t easy for him to say that. I lay on my back and Lucas stayed on his side, he placed a hand over my breast. It felt wonderfully possessive.

“Lucas...”

“Mm?” he said.

“Did you really have a sore knee?”