Pierced (Lucian & Lia #1)(44)
“Luc?” Surprise and fear have delayed my impending orgasm as I try to look over my shoulder at him. I feel his hand on my back, stroking me reassuringly.
“Shhh, don’t think, baby, just feel. I’m not going to hurt you, you know that.” His hand slips from my back and around to my clit. As he tweaks the bundle of nerves, he gently pushes what I now realize must be his finger into my ass. I freeze, trying to take in the sensations overtaking my body; it’s too much to process. It feels as if Lucian has invaded every part of me. The twinge of discomfort from Lucian’s finger in my ass only amplifies the feel of his cock buried inside me. He has stopped all movement except for his fingers moving against my clit. When I push back, his big body shudders and he pulls his cock out before slamming back in. The finger in my ass moves in tempo with his cock and within seconds, I’m blowing apart. My orgasm eclipses anything I’ve ever known. His pace increases and he swells impossibly large, setting off another wave of contractions inside me as I feel him shudder in release. “Fuck, baby, f*ck!” he shouts as he sags against my back, his cock still twitching inside me.
I am wrecked, completely limp and boneless beneath him. Somehow, we have both ended up in a heap of tangled bodies on top of the narrow chaise; one wrong move by either of us and we’ll be on the floor. If I’m ever able to move or think again, I’m buying a diary and detailing this experience. There is no way I’ll ever have another sexual experience that will top what just happened. I recall Rose’s description of him and start to giggle. “Geez, was she right,” I say, my body shaking with amusement.
I feel Lucian move, his weight lifting from my back. “What are you talking about?” he asks against my ear, sounding curious.
“Mr. Tie Me Up, Tie Me Down, and Fuck Me Raw,” I gasp out as another wave of laughter chokes me. Lucian flips me to my back, looking adorably mussed and inquisitive. “Rose named you that, and it’s kinda true; you have to admit.”
He looks like he’s holding back his own laughter but settles instead for a heart-stopping grin. “It looks like your friend is a pretty good judge of character then. Although, I’d only classify this as a ‘tie me down’ moment. We’ll have to work on the ‘tie me up’ soon. I also think I can do more with the ‘f*ck me raw’ challenge.” As spent as I am a jolt of heat sizzles through me at his words. I have been perfectly content with no sex life for years, but Lucian is changing that. He’s showing me everything I have been missing, and it only makes me want more…with him.
We make our way slowly toward the bedroom and clean up. Bossy man that he is, he then demands I return to bed, despite my protests, while he works for a while. I want to put up more of a fight, but I am too damned tired, and we both know it. My head is barely on the pillow before I am out. When I wake, we share some Chinese food Lucian has ordered and then we argue about me leaving. I want nothing more than to stay with Lucian again, but I know I have to go back to school the next day. “I don’t have any of my things here; it would be easier to go home.”
“Sam and I can drop you on our way out in the morning. It’s already late, and there is no need in either of us going back out.” He turns back to the football game we have been watching as if the matter is settled.
“Does anyone ever disagree with you?” I ask as I snuggle back against his chest. We are lying on the couch in front of his big-screen television in the living room. The lights of the city below twinkle through the floor-to-ceiling windows, lulling me into a state of utter relaxation.
“Only you,” he says against the top of my head as he shifts me closer. I drift away to the sound of his steady heartbeat against my ear and his heat surrounding me. In such a short time, I have become so comfortable with him. Here, in his arms, is more peace than I’ve ever known, and for a moment, I panic at the thought of losing it. What happens when this is over, and I’m just another Monique he’s trying to avoid? For once, I understand completely the kind of sorrow the other woman must feel at seeing Lucian with someone else.
“No! God, no! What are you doing!” I blink, disoriented. I’m being tossed around and someone is yelling the same thing over and over. Moving my hands, I feel…Lucian. My body is partly on top of his, and he’s trembling and jerking beneath me as if in agony. Even in my groggy state, I know he’s having a nightmare. His voice has gone hoarse from yelling. I gently try to wake him, to soothe his distress.
“Luc…it’s Lia. Baby, wake up, you’re dreaming.” I continue to murmur softly to him until he starts to quieten. He is still shaking, but his voice has lowered, and I think he’s settling back into sleep. My body is relaxing when he starts to choke. His hands reach frantically for his throat and the sounds are so real I’m terrified that somehow, this time, something or someone is strangling him. “Luc...God, please wake up. Luc!” Suddenly, he rears up, and the momentum sends me flying through the air. I land in a sprawling heap against the coffee table, clipping my head on the way down. I lay there, trying to get my bearings, while Luc pants nearby on the couch.
“Lia…” Lucian sounds confused as he calls my name. I hear a click and then the light of the lamp creates a yellow glow in the room; we must have both fallen asleep on the couch.
“I’m here,” I say as I struggle to my feet. I approach him warily, ensuring he is indeed awake now. I rub the knot forming on the back on my head as I reach him. “Are you okay?”