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I nod, my throat growing thick. He lifts my shirt and keeps going. I lean up, holding my hands over my head as he slips it off.
I know it’s the ugliest bra he’s probably ever seen. There’s no lace. There’s no color. It’s just white, and an off white at that with years of staining and some of it not even mine.
“I don’t care what you’re wearing,” he says, moving the cup of my bra down so he can caress my nipple underneath. He does the same to the other until he closes his hot mouth over it. I buck underneath him, and he groans. “Jesus, Dakota.” He reaches behind my back, unclasping the hooks until he pulls the bra up and off, throwing it to the floor. “Is this what you wanted to happen when you came in here?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Stone got you hot earlier. He told me,” Lucas says, flicking his tongue over my nipple.
I swallow. I guess Stone was right when they said they told each other everything. “Actually, I think it was the book I was reading.”
“Liar,” he growls. “You don’t have any books here.”
Damn. I’m caught. I lift his chin to meet my gaze. “Even if he started it, it’s going to be your name I scream.”
His wild eyes turn molten before me. “I’m going to hold you to that, Wild Girl.”
He kisses his way down my body until he gets to the hem of my sleep shorts. He hooks his fingers around the elastic band and yanks them down, panties and all. He discards them and doesn’t leave me time to think. He pins my knees to the bed, kneeling between my legs.
I’ve fantasized about this before while touching myself. I’ve imagined what the flat side of a tongue would feel like, lapping at me. His gaze meets mine before his tongue darts out, rolling over my clit. My hips come off the bed along with a low moan that emanates right from my core.
He keeps my gaze, flattening his tongue as he laps at me. His eyes are hooded as he yanks my hips against him. I cry out, unable to help myself as Lucas loses himself in pleasuring me.
My heart ricochets inside my chest. My breaths come in short pants as I watch him work.
He pulls away. “Mmm,” he mumbles, licking his lips, and there’s something so erotic about seeing him taste my juices on him. He lifts his hooded gaze. “Tell me that you’re ours.” I thrust my hips up and reach my hands into his hair, but he pulls back, giving me a devilish grin. “You already know it, Wild Girl. Just say it. Say you’re ours. I’ll make it worthwhile. You already know I will.”
I let my head fall back down to the bed. Lucas’s breath coats my pussy, teasing the pleasure he’s already gifted me with and promising me even more if I just obey.
He plays his hands up and down my thighs. “You taste so good, Dakota. Are you going to deny me another taste?”
I squirm on the bed. It’s stupid to hold this back. I’m already lost to them even though I don’t want to admit it to myself. “I’m yours,” I say, tipping my hips up again. “Just tongue fuck me, please.”
Lucas lurches forward, sucking on my clit until I cry out. A fiery sensation courses through me until he lets it go. “Say you’re ours.”
My fingers curl into the sheets. “Fuck, Lucas.” I shift my hands to his hair again, pulling his lips to my clit. “I’m all of yours.”
Lucas yanks me against him in a bruising kiss, his tongue lashing out expertly, flicking over my clit, lapping, and sucking in a rhythm that takes me high in no time at all. I breathe out in frenzied gasps and cries that surprise even me.
“You promised me you’d scream my name,” Lucas reminds me.
No reminder needed. I hold him there, rocking into him in time with his movements. “Fuck,” I gasp out. I already know it’s coming, and it’s coming quick. “Yes,” I cry. A guttural moan pours from the back of Lucas’s throat until it vibrates all the way through me. He sucks my clit again, and I explode. Literal fireworks spark behind my eyes. “Lucas!” He releases my clit while my body squeezes in quick succession, and short cries continue to break past my lips. He places a chaste kiss on my pussy and more shivers rack my body. “Jesus,” I say, my body coming down from the biggest orgasm I’ve ever had.
“I can’t believe I missed that reaction in class,” he says, resting his head against my abdomen. “You were definitely holding back.”
“I think if you make me come that hard again, I’d be willing to do that with you almost anywhere.”
“I’m going to hold you to that,” Lucas says.
He lifts off me, and I lie back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. I don’t even know what to do with myself. I’ve had some pretty intense orgasms before at my own hands, but nothing like that. Nothing with someone who I’m starting to have feelings for.
My stare follows Lucas as he goes into the bathroom. All I know right now is that I’m so fucked. That shit is addicting.
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Lucas wouldn’t let me leave his bed last night. At first, sleeping in the same bed with someone wasn’t all that comfortable, but we got into a position with his arms around me, and coupled with the plush mattress, I fell into an easy sleep.
The next morning, I woke with Lucas’s hard-on cupped between my ass cheeks. Thinking he was awake, I moved back into him but judging by the unmoving body behind me, it was clear he was still sleeping.