by J. M. Walker
“You definitely need to invite him over now.”
A part of me wondered why or maybe I had done something wrong. Maybe he wasn’t attracted to me like I was to him.
One Friday afternoon, I had just gotten off work at the nursing home my grandmother played Bridge at and decided to head to his tattoo shop. Once I arrived, I pushed open the door.
“Lucas?” I called out when I saw that no one was there.
A door at the back of the shop opened, revealing him. “Hey.” He smiled, coming toward me.
“Have I done something?” I asked, not beating around the bush. “Is it because I hacked into your shit? I promise I haven’t done that since, but I really was curious about you. I meant no harm.”
“What are you talking about?” He frowned, pausing in his steps.
“We went out for dinner a few weeks ago, we kissed, and nothing’s happened since. So either I did something or…”
He came closer, sauntering toward me.
“If you’re not attracted to me, that’s fine, and if we’re just going to be friends, that’s fine too but—” I was cut off by a hand in my hair. A hot mouth came down hard on mine. I sighed, taking his tongue deep between my lips.
A soft growl left his chest. He tightened his hold on my hair, tilting my head back even more and deepening the kiss.
Every inch of me came alive. My hands ran up his thick arms to his shoulders. They trailed down his chest to his abs.
“Lucas,” I whispered against his mouth. My core clenched. I wanted more. I wanted him. I wanted everything he had to give me. Fuck not knowing if I trusted him or not. Fuck if I’m fresh out of a relationship. I wanted sex. And a lot of it.
All too soon, Lucas broke the kiss.
I whimpered at the loss.
He smirked, cupping my face. “Slow, Lily Pad,” he said, his voice husky and thick with arousal.
“But what if I don’t want slow?” I asked, breathless. My eyes dropped to his pelvis. “I don’t think you really want slow either,” I added, noting the large bulge he was sporting behind his jeans.
He released me and took a couple of steps back, putting some distance between us.
“Lucas.” I took a step toward him, but he lifted his hand, stopping me.
“I need slow, Lily. I need slow with you.” He rubbed his nape, his good eye meeting mine. It was dark. Filled with lust. But he didn’t press for more. Even though I wanted him to. God, did I ever want him to.
“Can I ask why at least? Did I do something? Was it because I found out your information? I didn’t see anything that wasn’t already general knowledge.” I was rambling, and I wasn’t usually an insecure person but when I had a guy just devour the hell out of my mouth and suddenly stop, it sparked some questions.
“No, I don’t give a shit about that anymore. And you definitely haven’t done anything. It’s just…it’s been awhile,” was all he said.
“Alright,” I mumbled. “If you want slow, then I’ll give that to you.” Those words left my mouth but even I didn’t believe them. But if it was what Lucas wanted, I would listen. For now, anyway.
He nodded. “So, what brings you by?”
“Well…” I hopped up onto the counter, swinging my legs back and forth. “I thought I did something wrong, so here I am.”
“You could never do anything wrong, Lily Pad.”
“Okay.” I thought a moment. “What are you doing tonight?”
“Nothing really.” He met my gaze. “Why?”
“Did you want to come over for supper? My grandma has been on me to invite you.” She had just asked me again that morning, insisting that I bring my new friend over. The conversation started with me complaining that I liked Lucas, but I hadn’t known him for that long and I wasn’t sure if I could trust him. She told me the only way to trust someone, was to hang out with him. And if he liked her food, he was a keeper.
“She has?”
I laughed. “Yeah.”
“Well…” Lucas grinned. “It’s a date.” He checked his phone. “I’ll be closing up soon anyway.”
“Slow night?” I asked. It was only five in the afternoon.
“I always close up early on Friday nights.”
“Oh? How come?”
“I don’t need the money,” he told me. “So I figured instead of killing myself by working long hours, I would give myself a head start to the weekend. My clients understand.”
“Makes sense.” A part of me wondered why he didn’t need the money.
“Ask me,” he said, turning to me.
“Ask you what?”
He nodded once. “You have a question. So ask.”
“Fine. I know it’s rude but I’m a curious person. How come you don’t need the money?” God, my grandma would be pissed if she found out I asked a question about someone’s financial status.
“People pay me to find out information,” he said and that was that.
The tension in the room was thick, so I quickly changed the subject. “Did you need help?” I asked, jumping off the counter.
“No. Thank you though.” He locked up the front door and walked past me. “We’ll go out the back and take my car.”
“Okay.” I followed him to the back of the shop and through another door out into a long hallway.
“I live on the second floor,” he explained. “This building is old, but all of the electricity and security is brand new.”
“Thanks to you right?” I asked.
“Exactly.” He gave me a wink.
I wondered what his apartment looked like. Would it be modern and clean? Or rustic and old looking? Maybe manly. Yup, definitely manly.
When we headed outside, we stopped in front of an old black muscle car.
“Wow,” I said in awe. “This car is pretty.”
Lucas walked around to the driver’s side and petted a hand over the hood. “She is.”
“Is her name Baby?”
He chuckled. “No.”
I grinned that he understood the “Supernatural” reference.
“Maybe I’ll call her Lily.”
I slid into the passenger seat at the same time Lucas sat in the driver’s side. “What, so you can ride her good and hard and not break her?”
He coughed, adjusting himself. “Woman.”
“Ah. Come on, baby.” I giggled. “You know that’s what you want to do. I see the way you look at me.”
He shook his head. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“Just say the word, Lucas.” I wasn’t sure where this newfound bravery was coming from, but I liked it. Teasing Lucas was fun. I was waiting for him to snap and give me what I wanted. But until then, I would play.
***
(Lucas)
She was something else. A breath of fresh air. The light in my darkness. While she sat beside me in my beast of a car, it took everything in me not to reach out and touch her. But I held back. I wasn’t sure why. I felt like I had just met my first woman all over again. No. This was different. Lily wasn’t like any of the ones I had met already. She was better.
Spending the last few weeks getting to know her had been exhilarating and a turn on all on its own. I knew she wanted me to kiss her again, but I’d meant what I said. I needed slow. I needed to know that whatever this was building between us, would be more than just sex. I didn’t do casual hookups anymore. Although I wanted slow with Lily, I didn’t want to fuck anyone else and everything in me said that she felt the same way.
Lily gave me her address and while it was about fifteen minutes away, traffic and construction delayed us getting to her place sooner. Which a part of me was thankful for.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” I glanced her way before looking back out onto the road. “Why?”
She waved a hand between us. “You seem tense.” She reached out, brushing her thumb along my jawline. “And stiff.”
The soft touch shot right to the tip of my dick. I gripped the steerin
g wheel. “Lily.”
“What?” she said, breathless. “I’m just stating a fact, Lucas.”
My body vibrated, my cock pushing against the fly of my jeans. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”
“Hmm…” Her finger trailed down the length of my neck. “What kind of dangerous game? Will you spank me if I’m a naughty girl? Will you punish me, Lucas? I’m not into that Daddy Dom, baby girl thing but for you, I’m willing to try. Is that it? You want me to call you Daddy?”
My dick leaked. Fuck me.
“Lily,” I growled. Blood pumped through me and if I wasn’t driving, I would have thrown her into the back seat and made her beg for more.
“What if I want to play this dangerous game you’re talking about?” she asked, running her hand down my chest. “What if I want to tease you until you snap and lose control?”
I grabbed her hand, squeezing it until the bones rippled beneath her skin. “Careful, Lily. I bite, and I bite fucking hard. I don’t take too well to being teased. If you want something, just say it.”
“You know what I want, Lucas.” She pulled her hand from mine and slid it down my stomach. “I want you. I want you all over me. I’ve only known you for a month and we’ve kissed and talked but that’s not enough.” She leaned toward me, her hot breath fanning the side of my face. “I want to know what you feel like. If everything is as big as the rest of you.” Her hand reached my lap. “Hmm…I think you definitely are as big as the rest of you,” she purred, wrapping her fingers around me.
I jumped at the unexpected contact. “Lily.”
“Shhh…” She licked along the shell of my ear. “You drive. I’ll suck.”
“What?” Before I had a chance to stop her, she undid my jeans and pulled out my straining cock.
“Holy hell.” Her hand pumped from the base of my cock to the tip. “My fingers can’t fit around you, Lucas.”
“Lily, what are you—” A groan escaped me when she lowered her mouth down the length of me. “Shit.” The car swerved.
She giggled, wrapping her small hand around my balls and licking over the tip of my swollen length. “I can stop.”
“Fuck that.” I cupped her nape and pushed her back down onto my dick.
She gagged.
“Aww, baby. Is my big dick choking you? You should have thought of that before you started teasing me. Now suck, Lily. And suck fucking hard. Make me come down that slender throat of yours.”
She moaned, the suction of her lips gripping me in a vice-like hold.
I kept my hand on the back of her head, forcing her up and down. My cock bumped the back of her throat making her gag, but it only made me thrust up and up. It had been too long. So fucking long since I had a good blow job but this…this was so much more. It was like Lily was sucking the control right out of me. She had the ultimate power and I was putty in her fucking hands.
My balls tightened, my dick swelling in her mouth. A fast release hit me, sending pleasure shooting up my spine. “Fuck me,” I breathed.
Lily continued sucking, lapping up every last lost drop I had to give her. When my body calmed, she placed a soft peck on the tip of my dick and sat back in the passenger seat.
“That…” I stuffed my cock away and did up my jeans. “I have no fucking words right now.”
She laughed, wiping the corner of her mouth. “Does that tell you what I want, Lucas?”
I grunted. It did. And then some. I was thankful that it was later in the evening and she couldn’t see or even feel my scars. And that she definitely couldn’t see my tattoo.
If she did, she would have had questions. And I wasn’t sure how to answer them or if she would even understand.
Lily
I WASN’T ONE TO mess around in a car. Especially a moving one. But something told me to test Lucas’s limits. He was holding back, and I couldn’t figure out why. So when I put his dick in my mouth and he took over, I knew I had won.
My body had heated over the hold he had on my head and I couldn’t wait to see how he was in bed. If he wanted slow, I would give him that. But teasing him a little wouldn’t hurt.
Every so often, Lucas would look at me.
And I could only grin.
“You’re proud of yourself, aren’t you?” he asked as we pulled into my driveway and put the car in park.
I shrugged. “I made you come, didn’t I? Of course, I’m proud of that.”
He blinked. Once. Twice. And then he was on me. He cupped my nape, pulling me toward him then pushed a hand between my legs.
I gasped. “Lucas, we’re not—”
“Shut up.” He sunk his teeth into my jaw before leaning down to my ear. “Just because your mouth is hot as fuck, doesn’t mean you get to call the shots, Lily Pad.” His palm cupped my center, pushing and rubbing.
I moaned, a tingle spreading through me. “You were tense. I was trying to help you relax.”
“Is that all?” He released me suddenly, rubbing the scruff on his chin. He only shook his head. “We should go before I fuck you in this car.”
I glanced in the back seat. “I don’t think there’s enough room.”
“I’d make room.” He tapped my hip. “Go. Get out. Before I change my mind.”
“So bossy.” But I didn’t leave the car.
“Lily,” he growled, his voice filled with warning.
“Tell me you didn’t enjoy it. Tell me you didn’t enjoy taking over and forcing your cock down my throat.” I grabbed his hand, bringing his fingers up to my mouth. “Tell me, you don’t want more.”
His nostrils flared. “I enjoyed it. I enjoyed it more than you will ever know. And of course I fucking want more.”
I smirked, opening my mouth and taking two of his fingers between my lips. “You tasted good, Lucas.”
Something inside of him snapped. It was like an elastic band being stretched too taut. He pushed his fingers against my tongue.
I whimpered, my eyes welling with unshed tears at the delicious but sharp pain.
He pushed me back. “Open your jeans. Now.”
With fumbling fingers, I popped open the button and lowered the zipper.
Lucas released my mouth, glancing down at my lap. He brushed the back of his knuckles over the soft spot just above my mound. “I can smell your pussy, sweet girl.”
My body leaked even more for him. “I can still taste you on my tongue,” I threw back at him.
He grinned, cupping my cheek and crushing his mouth against mine at the same time he shoved his hand into my jeans.
I gasped into his mouth, wrapping my arms around his neck and just…waited.
Lucas trailed kisses down the length of my jaw, pushing his fingers lower and running them over the fabric of my panties. “Nice and wet,” he murmured against my throat. “Did having my cock in your mouth turn you on?”
“Yes,” I whispered. “I want more.”
He chuckled. “You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you?”
I grabbed his hand between my legs and pulled it against me. I didn’t care that we were in his car. I didn’t care that we were in the driveway to my house. I just needed him. That release. That moment between us that we would never get back. “Please.”
“Nah, you see, Lily. When you come, I want you to come on my cock. Or face. I haven’t decided yet. Maybe I’ll watch you make yourself come. Either way, it’s not going to be here in the driveway to your grandmother’s place.” He pulled his hand from my jeans and did them up.
My chest rose and fell, my heart thumping hard against my ribcage. “You’re an asshole. At least I made you come.”
A booming laugh left him. “Trust me, baby. The wait will be well fucking worth it. And when my fat cock fills this tight little cunt, you’ll be thanking me.”
“Sorry, Lucas.” I patted his cheek. “I don’t thank anyone for sex.” I kissed him hard on the mouth and sucked his bottom lip between my teeth before giving it a gentle nip.
He jumped, a hard growl leavin
g him. “Careful, Lily Pad. I’ll remember this and bite that tiny little clit of yours until you’re squirting all over my fucking face.”
I shivered at the thought. “I think that can be arranged.”
The side of his mouth turned up, but he only shook his head. Tapping my hip, he kissed my cheek. “Get out.”
I laughed, leaving the car, while he did the same and came up behind me.
He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and kissed the side of my neck. “Thank you.”
My heart jumped. “For what?”
Without answering, he released me and walked up the sidewalk to my house.
I just stood there. He thanked me. I had never been thanked before. Not for sex. Not for a kiss. And especially not for a blow job. Most of the guys I had been with previously were selfish and only wanted one thing.
Oh God, my feelings for Lucas grew right then.
He stood on the porch, glancing back at me over his shoulder. He crooked a finger.
I only smirked and headed toward him. This was going to be interesting. My grandmother never liked any of the guys I saw. And she had never actually wanted to meet them either. But when it came to Lucas, she had been pleading for me to bring him over.
“Well, it’s about time you show up.”
My head popped up at my grandma standing in the doorway, staring up at Lucas.
Lucas stuck his hand out.
“It’s nice to officially welcome you to my home.” She swatted his hand out of the way. “But I don’t shake hands.” She held her arms out. “Give me a hug.”
He chuckled and did as he was told. Which looked funny with the way his big body enveloped hers.
“You smell good.” Grandma leaned back, cupping Lucas’s face. Her eyes moved back and forth over his.
He cleared his throat, pushing away from her.
I frowned, wondering what that was about.
“Supper is done.” Grandma smiled at us and headed into the house.
“I like her,” Lucas told me, following her.
“Good.” I patted his arm and shut the door behind us.
“Lucas,” Grandma called out.
He raised an eyebrow, giving me a look.
“She does her own thing.” I shrugged. “I don’t even bother questioning her anymore.”