Falling Down(82)


I shrug. I could give a shit, to be honest.
"I don't care. Have you forgotten that I have a mom and two sisters? When we were younger we only had two bathrooms. Besides," I tell her, walking up behind her and wrapping my arms around her waist, resting my chin on top of her head. "This is your space as much as mine, now."
See? What the f*ck is going on with me? Shit like that just keeps flying out of my mouth and the weird thing is, when I say it I mean it.
My phone chimes with a text. I kiss the top of her head and read it as she walks into the shower room.
"That was Ben. Pizza's here. They're all out on the patio."
"Let's go," she says pulling him through the door.
I can't help but chuckle. "You in a hurry?"
"I'm hungry."
"Jump on," I tell her and I carry her piggy-back to where the others are. I just want to feel her legs wrapped around me, even if it's not in a sexual way. Her touching me does something crazy to my insides. This woman has gotten under my skin.
When we get to the patio, I take a seat then pull Lucy into my lap. Ben gives me a look and I just shake my head. I have no f*cking idea. Xander smirks and I give him the finger.
"What kind of pizza did you get? Oh my God, Sera, are you seriously eating supreme?" Lucy says.
"Damn straight," she mumbles around her pizza. "No more modeling means I can put on those ten pounds they made me lose for modeling."
"You could stand to gain at least twenty," Ben says. She really could but I wouldn't have told her that. Ben's got no filter when it comes to that woman.
Sera sends him a glare. "Did I ask you?"
He shrugs. "You're too skinny. You look sick. People probably think you're anorexic or some shit."
She's still glaring. "They might think that about me but I'm positive they know you're a dick."
He throws his head back and laughs.
Lucy leans down and whispers, "What's going on?"
I shrug. "No clue. Sexual tension?"
She raises a brow then takes a bite of the sausage and mushroom pizza slice she snagged while I, on the other hand, inhale pizza loaded with tons of meat and cheese. Fucking manly pizza.
"Ethan, can you please pass me a soda?" Lucy asks him.
"Want me to mix you up a Captain and diet?"
"Oh my God, would you? That'd be so amazing."
He nods and walks behind the bar. "Sera? Want anything?"
"Captain and diet sounds good for me too."
"On it."
"What did Irene and Cage have to say about the press conference?" Sera asks and Lucy sighs.
She'd been stressed and freaking out when she conferenced them and when she hung up, she started pacing. That's when I grabbed her, stripped her naked, and made a feast out of her *. The woman tastes like the best kind of dessert. With the sluts that were around, I don't usually go down on them unless they're ones I've arranged to hook up with when we hit that city. Having a few regulars is f*cking cool. I don't have to worry about being exploited and the chick knows what to expect which is basically me f*cking the hell out of her and then moving on.
But with Lucy, she's Lucy. Classy and beautiful and once I tasted her, I couldn't get enough. It's hot as hell how easily I can get her to come and I gave her two orgasms that had her back bowing up off the bed. Fuck yeah. I'm getting hard just thinking about it.
Then when I slipped inside of her, fuuuuck. Heaven. She's so incredibly tight that it's actually hard for me to get inside her. I'm so afraid I'm going to hurt her when I first push my dick inside her that I let her make the moves on how much she can take. But when I'm fully buried inside her, balls deep, that's when I'm back in control. I love watching her eyes half closed, her lips parted, her face and chest flushed with arousal. It's the prettiest sight I've ever seen other than when she comes. When she comes… I mentally shake my head. It's unlike anything I've ever seen or felt. Her face is completely calm, trusting, and giving. Her * clenches me so tight it's hard to move inside her, but I do and when her * spasms, she milks every last drop of cum from me. Maybe what's going on is I'm addicted to her *. I wish it was that simple. I know it's not and it's f*cking scary as hell.

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