The American Roommate Experiment (Spanish Love Deception #2)(112)

“Oh God.” I moaned. And when he continued, I could only repeat my words. “Oh God.”

I felt his hum fall on my skin. “Not God,” he said, before retracing my opening with his tongue. “Lucas.”

I whimpered, and his hands brought my knees apart, his palms falling down the inside of my thighs and making sure I kept them open as his tongue descended again.

“Say it.”

Letting out a groan, I lifted my hips.

“I told you I want to hear my name, loud and clear,” he repeated, thrusting in again, and again, and again. “Say it.”

One of his hands moved, his thumb starting to rub circles around my clit, and sending my body straight into a frenzy. “Lucas,” I gasped brokenly.

Lucas’s tongue did something then, something I’d never experienced before and just like that, my arms were flying back, holding on to the first thing they found, a pillow. My hips thrusted into his mouth, urging him to go faster, deeper, and when he did, my mouth parted, the cry ready to fall off my lips and just like Lucas promised, I screamed his name.

The spasms of my orgasm subsided, my body lax, and he straightened on his knees. He grasped his cock, still looking at me. “I could come right now, just tasting you on my tongue and watching you like this.”

Before I could process how those words seemed to bring me back alive, he was climbing off the bed and ridding himself of his boxers and jeans.

When he settled between my legs again, he let his cock rest against me, and the contact, him naked, against me, here with me, knocked the breath out of me.

“Put it in,” I said so breathlessly that I barely recognized the words. “I’m on the pill. Last time I got tested I was okay, and I haven’t been with anyone in a long time. You said you hadn’t, either.”

Lucas shuddered, focused on my face as he led his swollen tip to my entrance and dragged it along my slit. “I’m clean, too. I’ve never fucked without a condom, Rosie.”

He seemed lost in thought, then he looked at me with something new in his eyes, in his face. Something that I loved and something that terrified me.

That was why I said, “I know what I’m doing. I know what I’m getting. I want everything I have in front of me.” His jaw set, and I made sure to meet his gaze when I spoke. “I want you inside of me, Lucas. I’ll have whatever you have to give me.”

Lucas grunted at my words and without breaking eye contact, he slid inside of me. One hard and firm thrust.

My eyes shut, pleasure shooting up and down my body, gripping my spine.

“No,” he said in that commanding voice. “Look at me, Rosie.”

And because I was at his mercy, my eyes fluttered open. I looked into his eyes just as he grabbed my thighs and thrusted again, getting even deeper. “How does this feel? How do I feel inside of you?”

“Good,” I answered, moving against him. “So good.”

“Good’s not enough.” He drove into me again, and I saw tiny stars behind my eyes. “This is not a good fuck.”

I didn’t answer, I couldn’t when his pace did nothing but increase. So I reached for him, bringing him down, fusing our mouths.

His chest rumbled and his thrusts grew deeper, pushing me up the bed. So much that he had to grip my waist.

He moved to his knees, making my back arch with the change in position, but I wanted him even deeper. Faster. Harder. I just wanted… him. His weight. His body. All. Over. Me.

Next thing I knew, those two hands that had been around my waist, pulling me to him, flipped me onto my belly. My cheek rested on top of the covers, my hands fisting them as he slipped back inside me from behind.

“I read you like you were my favorite book, Rosie. Like I’ve memorized you.” He lifted my hips, so we were both on our knees. “Is this deep enough? Am I more than just good now?”

Oh my Lord, he was.

“I’m going to erase from your memory every loser that had you and didn’t deserve you.” One of his hands came around the base of my throat, not exerting delicious gentle pressure like this afternoon, but holding me in place, and the other one returned to my breast, all the while his hips keeping his pace. Pushing me closer and closer to the edge. Making me whimper with abandon. “That’s it. Now, a little louder.”

I obeyed.

“Vamos, preciosa,” he rasped in my ear, as he moved in and out of me from behind. “Come apart. Come, Rosie. Come all over me and take me straight to heaven.”

He let a hand drop to my clit, rubbing circles with his fingers as he kept thrusting, fucking me just like I’d begged him. “Lucas, I—” I never got to finish that, because Lucas drove briskly into me one more time, and I felt the pulse of his cock inside of me, felt the grunt leave his lips, and I went off with him. Screaming his name one more time. One last time.

His arms snaked around my middle, keeping me flush to him, as he spent himself inside of me and I continued coming all over him.

After a blissful moment, he brushed a kiss on my jaw. Then, without slipping out of me, he guided both our bodies to the bed until we were lying on our sides.

I grabbed on to his arms, because I really, really didn’t want to let go.

A hum left my throat, and his chuckle was easy, happy.

Sighing deeply with contentment I eventually turned in his arms until I was facing him. I studied him, his smile, the creases in the corners of his eyes, the lips I already wanted to kiss again.