My mind has been in overdrive all day. I’ve struggled to concentrate on anything other than Lucas and his inability to give in. I want him. I want him so fucking bad it hurts—both my heart and my pussy—because all day long, the dull throb between my legs hasn’t been dealt with. God, do I feel needy.
Cole left this morning to train some fighters at his gym, then tonight, he’s going to be home late because there’s a fight scheduled. Apparently, Rage would normally take over at night because the guy doesn’t sleep, but he’s away on some business trip.
Lucas had explained at breakfast that they’re planning on buying a bunch of nightclubs on the West Coast, so Rage has gone over in advance of the meetings to check them out as a customer before sitting down to start negotiations.
Lucas has been in his office all day, and I get the feeling he’s avoiding me. I take another glance at his door, wondering when he’ll eventually come out. If he’ll come out.
Maybe I should take him a drink or something?
I bite on my lip before breathing out and pushing away from the table. I take a beer out of the refrigerator, flick the cap on the bottle, and make my way toward his office.
Should I knock on his door? I raise my fist to place a gentle knock against the wood before pushing open the door.
Lucas’s gray eyes shoot up from his computer. They lock me into a stare, and my feet are suddenly frozen, unsure of entering in the first place.
“I brought you a beer.” My hand nervously finds my neck, playing with the necklace clasped around it. I toy with it between my fingers.
“Thank you.”
He holds his hand out for the beer, so I step closer and hold the beer out for him. Just as his fingers graze the bottle, he tugs on the seam of my dress and pulls me closer so I’m standing between his widened legs. He strokes the fabric of my dress with his fingers, each movement sensual somehow.
My chest flushes when his hand creeps to the inside of my thigh, and my pulse races and my clit throbs when his light touch moves farther up my dress. Lucas doesn’t look away from me; he stares into my eyes as though daring me to move, but I stand frozen, allowing him the time to explore. All the while, my breathing escalates, making it harder for me to act unfazed.
“Are you wearing panties?”
“Yes,” I choke out needily.
He tsks. “Don’t. Don’t wear them in the apartment anymore.” His gray eyes drill into mine with no room for disagreement. “If I want to finger your pussy and play with your clit, I want access to it at all times.” His words send a surge of arousal through my body, and I squeeze my thighs in response.
“You like me talking dirty to you?”
I nod and move my hand toward his shoulder but then stop, unsure of his reaction to me.
“Do you want me to tell you what filthy thoughts I’m having right now, Tia?”
“Y-Yes.”
Lucas smirks. In such a way, it’s erotic. It makes me want to slap him, lick him better, then ride his handsome face.
“Is your pussy wet?” His nostrils flare, and his tongue darts out to wet his lips. The action makes me whimper needily.
“Yes.”
“Take your panties off, Tia. Sit on the desk, and let me see your dripping cunt.”
I move quickly, pulling my panties down my legs and kicking them beside his desk. I pull myself onto his desk, placing both my shaky feet onto the wood. Then, I open my legs wide for him. He moves his chair to position himself closer to me.
Slowly, he takes a pull of his beer. All the while, his eyes stay locked on mine, before ducking down toward my open legs.
He sucks in a sharp breath. “Fuck. Open yourself up for me.”
I lean up on my elbows and use both hands to open my slick folds for him to see me exposed before him.
Lucas moves the beer bottle, dragging the top of the bottle lazily down my pussy. The coldness of the glass makes my skin break out in goose bumps and my body to involuntarily shake beneath its touch.
A groan leaves his lips, and my heart races at the sound.
He repeats the action, forcing my body to tense up, before he pushes the open bottle into my pussy—only slightly—before gazing up at me as though checking I’m okay with this. Being fucked by an open bottle.
He pushes in further, the cool glass sinking inside me. “Fuck, that’s hot.” His eyes are transfixed on the bottle, wide-eyed in awe. “Fuck yourself on the bottle and play with your clit. Get off for me.”
I swallow deeply, suddenly unsure of how I feel, so open and exposed with a foreign object thrust inside me.
“Now,” his sharp voice commands.
I move my finger and begin circling my clit. “Ahhh.”
He pushes the bottle further inside, before he withdraws and repeats the motion. I’m now so wet, it glides in with ease. My pussy tries to grip it, but I don’t have time before he withdraws, then repeats the motion again.
“Oh god, Lucas.” I add an extra finger to my clit and press down harder, swirling faster when the cold bottle is thrust inside me harder.
“Such a dirty little slut, being fucked by a bottle.” His darkened tone adds to my arousal.
“More,” I beg wantonly.
He thrusts in harder, the force making me lift my ass off the desk. “You’re taking it so good.”
The praise behind his words sends a gush of wetness around the rim, and heat breaks out over my entire body.
“Fuck. Such a slut. You love taking that bottle for me. Letting me shove a bottle in your tight cunt. Such a good girl.”
I melt at his words. My pussy clenches harder around the bottle. “Oh god, Lucas.”
“That’s it, say my name while I fuck you with a bottle. Be a good girl and come inside it. Let me drink you down. Let me savor every.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Mouthful.” Thrust. “Of your pussy juice.”
I throw my head back against the desk as my body tightens around the glass. “Yes, oh god.”
I come. I come so hard I see lights behind my eyes. My ears throb with the loud beating of my heart.
He withdraws the bottle.
Slowly, I come down from my orgasm and lift my head. Lucas’s stare is trained on me, his mouth open in ecstasy and his hand tight around the bottle.
“Get on your knees,” he chokes out.
I scramble to the floor as he stands and unbuckles his belt. I watch as he takes his thick cock in his hand, the head angry and coated with pre-cum. He pumps it.
“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out. Don’t swallow.”
My eyes flare at his words. I stare at him as he pumps his cock roughly with one hand, his eyes drilling into mine and his nostrils flaring, making his actions appear wild. He takes a drink of the bottle, and his eyes close in delight as though savoring the flavor.
“Fucking perfect,” he mumbles. “Fuck.” His hips work, thrusting forward into his tight fist. “Fuck. You belong to me. My slut to play with, baby girl. Mine.” He stares down at me wildly. “Fuck.”
He comes. The head of his cock squirts hot, thick cum deliberately over my face, before he aims it into my open mouth, coating my tongue and making me moan in pleasure.
His orgasm fades, taking with it the animalistic look about him.
Lucas drinks the rest of the beer before slamming the bottle onto the table and turning back toward me. “Swallow, baby girl.”
I do as he asks and swallow his cum. He watches me closely, and a look of pride crosses over his face.
“Such a perfect girl for me to play with.” His words hit deep in my heart, causing it to skip a beat. They echo in my mind. “For me to play with.” Is that all I am to him? A toy to play with? Am I some sort of experiment to him? So that he can find the confidence, then move on? Hurt swirls inside me, and suddenly, I want to run. I want to get as far away from Lucas as I possibly can.
“What did I say?” Lucas stares at me in confusion, clearly picking up on the change in me.
“What am I to you, Lucas?” I stand and cross my arms over my chest, feeling vulnerable with his cum still on my face. Like a dirty fuck toy. I wince at the thought.
He stares at me, as though he’s unsure about my outburst. Slowly, like I’m a wounded animal, he tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “You’re our everything.” It isn’t lost on me that he said “our.”
“I need you to promise me something, Tia.” He bends and rests his forehead against mine. “I need you to know that everything I do, it’s for us. All of us.” I nod at his words, but I’m unclear what he means. “I’d do anything to protect you.”
The blood pulsates through my body. There’s a hidden meaning behind his words, yet they’re clear, nonetheless.
“I understand,” I utter back to him, but I’m still unsure what I’m understanding. Only that he’s going to protect me. Protect us both. And what more could I possibly ask?
Lucas slowly drags his tongue over my cheek, lapping up the remains of his cum. “Our beautiful fuck toy, baby girl.” This time his words warm me.
Wrapped in brutal hidden devotion.
