Dark Little Lies

by Gabrielle Snow

  He shook his head. “I’m the one who should be apologizing to you. Can you forgive me?”

  I bit my lip and nodded. “Yes.”

  Lucas leaned in, slipping his hand behind my neck and pressing his lips on mine, submerging me in a tender kiss that said more than a thousand words ever could.

  Chapter 6

  Lucas.

  Her lips felt so right on mine, just like two puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly. I couldn’t believe that for a moment I had doubted her, myself and us together.

  She was mine.

  Amelia let out a tiny moan as my lips massaged hers and I slipped my tongue in, taking in her delicious taste. It was a taste that I could see myself craving every day for the rest of my days. My hands wandered down to her petite waist and as our tongues continued their sensual dance, I pulled her onto my lap, resting my hands on the small of her back. With one move, I got up, gripping her to my tall frame. She let out a gasp and pulled her mouth away from mine, surprised by the sudden move, but soon her lips were back on mine as if they had never left. It seemed she was as desperate for me as I was for her.

  I carried her into the bedroom and softly placed her on the bed. Tonight, I would show her how much I valued and appreciated her.

  “You’re so beautiful,” I said, looking at her flustered face as she laid on the bed. Amelia instinctually drew her bottom lip between her teeth in the same irresistible way that she always did, before reaching up and yanking me on top of her by my shirt. Our lips tangled together again, her hands running down my body as mine did the same to hers. I slipped my fingers under her hoodie and pulled it off, delivering tender kisses on her soft skin. I moved on to her bra, sliding my hand behind her and unhooked it, before pulling it gently off.

  I cupped her breasts with my hands, kissing them softly before shifting my attention to her nipples. I circled my tongue around one of them, before mouthing it completely while my other hand tugged on the other one softly. She let out a whimper and closed her eyes, taking in the sensation.

  Releasing her from my mouth, I slid my lips down her stomach, placing sweet kisses on it as I massaged her hips with my hands. I slipped my fingers under the waistband of her leggings and pulled them off. With another swift move, I got rid of her panties.

  Amelia’s breathing turned heavy as she waited for my touch. Happy to oblige, I slowly ran my tongue along her center, feeling her writhing under me. The next lick was stronger, emitting a shy moan from her. I plunged my mouth onto her pussy completely, licking and lapping on her until she was a whimpering mess.

  “I love your taste,” I murmured while still keeping my lips on her. I sucked her clit into my mouth and her hips began gyrating against my lips, encouraging me on. Before long, they bucked and she cried out as she found her release. Having her orgasm on my mouth turned me on beyond anything in this world.

  I got up and quickly pulled my shirt off, then yanked my pants and boxers down. My cock begged to be inside her, already hard and ready.

  Amelia’s grey eyes glanced up at me and she smiled at the sight of my naked body. “Come here,” she whispered and without needing any encouragement, I laid down on top of her. I pressed my tip at her entrance and slowly pushed in, her tight, warm body sheathing me. As my cock filled her up, her eyes widened and gleamed from desire. My mouth found hers again, devouring a passionate kiss. Just like our lips fit together perfectly, so did our bodies. If I’d had the chance, I would have spent the rest of my days being intertwined with her like this.

  Soon, nature took over as I felt the urgent need to thrust. I began moving my hips back and forth, occasionally stopping to rub them against her, which caused her to moan as they rubbed against her sensitive nub. We continued our sweaty, sensual dance, with me stroking in a slow burning passion as she brought her hips up to meet my every stroke. She felt unbelievable and the way her body responded to me was out of this world. It was a huge boost for my ego: to make someone so gorgeous and amazing enjoy herself so much. I was bringing her to the brink of her pleasure.

  I glanced down and looked at her cute, flustered face with her eyes closed as I slid in and out of her. I could feel she was close, her juices were flowing more and more and her pussy started gripping on my cock harder with every passing stroke.

  “Come apart for me,” I whispered, quickening up my pace. “Show me how good I make you feel. How no other person has ever made you feel.”

  Her eyes snapped open, revealing a burning fire in them, as if my words had set her ablaze. She bit down on her lip and peered at me with those beautiful grey eyes, all the way into my soul, as she exploded around me, crying out my name. “Lucas..!”

  It was too much for me. My whole body shook as she contracted around me, forcing out my own sweet release as we both rode the waves of ecstasy.

  I fell asleep like that, as close to her as possible, drifting into a blissful sleep with dreams of her.

  I stirred awake the next morning with Amelia snuggled up to my chest. My heart was full of love and light. I’d been so lucky that she had forgiven me, but I felt guilty about my actions. I wanted to make it up to her, to show her how much I really valued her. I slipped out of bed and pulled on a pair of boxers, then hurried to the kitchen.

  My eyes fell on a paper bag on the table and upon checking the contents of it, I realized that she must have picked them up yesterday to surprise me. A tinge of guilt stung my chest. She had wanted to make it up to me, even when I had been the one who needed to do the making up.

  Luckily, the muffins seemed okay, so I turned on the oven and while it heated, cooked some eggs and toast. Once the oven was hot, I threw the muffins in to warm them up and got the coffee maker on.

  I walked back to the bedroom and laid down next to Amelia, pulling her into my arms. “Good morning beautiful.”

  Her eyes opened slowly and she blinked a few times before registering my words. Then, her lips widened into a grin. “Morning.”

  “I’ve made us some breakfast. Come,” I said and got up, pulling her up from the bed. She put on an oversized t-shirt and I followed her to the kitchen.

  “I just noticed that you got us some muffins. Thank you and sorry for not being here to enjoy them with you yesterday,” I said apologetically, squeezing her shoulder affectionately.

  Amelia sat down at the table and I brought two full plates from the kitchen, then the muffins and a pot of coffee.

  “Bon appetit,” I grinned and we both started eating. I hadn’t really had an appetite yesterday, but now it was back, without a doubt.

  We finished each and every crumb from our plates, after which both of us felt like we could devote some of our time for conversation and not just eating.

  “I’ve been thinking about my mom,” Amelia admitted, reaching for a blueberry muffin. “It makes me a little sad that our relationship is what it is now..we were never close but now we’re basically torn apart,” she sighed, then took a bite out of the muffin.

  “I completely understand. It’s really unfortunate.” I broke a piece off my chocolate one. “Have you thought about trying to make up with her?” I asked and slipped the piece into my mouth, savoring the rich, chocolatey taste.

  She shrugged. “I’m not really sure. I just can’t believe she came onto you like that. That was really unacceptable. It makes me shiver, even thinking about it,” she said and I could see that said shiver running down her back as she tried to shake it off.

  “Maybe it was the alcohol that made her act like that? At least partly,” I suggested. “If it was, then you could consider trying to mend your relationship with her.”

  Amelia nodded. “That could definitely be,” she said gloomily and then took a sip of her coffee.

  I finished my muffin and reached for a blueberry one when an idea came to me. “I would like to take you out for dinner tonight, if that’s okay with you.”

  When Amelia looked at me with a puzzled look on her face, I explained. “I just want to treat you the way you
deserve to be treated.”

  A wide grin spread across her face. “Okay!”

  We spent the rest of Sunday morning doing some work, and I arranged the surprise for her. Around noon we took a short break to have something small to eat and relax. A few hours later Amelia informed me she would start getting ready, and soon after I opted for that as well.

  I dressed in a light blue button-up shirt with a black jacket, black jeans and leather loafers. Amelia outdid me completely with her short sleeved turtleneck top with a flowy pastel skirt and strappy heels. Her dark hair was slightly curled and her lips were rosy and plump. She looked dreamy.

  “How do you always manage to look so...ethereal?” I asked in amazement.

  Amelia let out a giggle. “You flatter me. And besides, look at you! Your blue eyes go perfectly with that shirt,” she pulled on the collar playfully. “You’re my kryptonite.”

  “You make my knees weak as well,” I winked and placed a soft kiss on her rosy lips.

  We headed out to the street and I turned to face her. “So I have a little surprise for you. Remember when I told you I have a car? I think this special occasion calls for driving.” I led her to the car that was parked fifty feet away and got the door for her.

  Amelia’s eyes widened and a quiet ‘oooh’ escaped her lips. I went in from the other side and we took off.

  “I’ve never been in a car that was as nice as this,” she said with a hint of dreaminess in her voice. “It must have been really expensive.” Her hand grazed the cream leather interior.

  I swallowed, not really knowing what to reply. I knew I had kept my true financial status hidden from her, mainly because of bad experiences and secondly because I didn’t think it mattered. However, now I was starting to feel guilty about not disclosing it to her. The last thing I wanted was for her to get the wrong idea—that I didn’t trust her.

  We drove to our destination in silence. I parked on an adjacent street, and then we walked over to the waterfront restaurant.

  “So, this is a special treat. I know the chef and so I arranged a private night for us here,” I smiled as I got the door for her. A single table was set for us by the windows, overlooking the city.

  Amelia glanced at me with amazement in her eyes as we walked to the table and sat down. “This is insane,” she said quietly.

  A waitress came by our table to fill our glasses up with champagne, after which she went over the menu. When she hurried off, we raised our glasses and then sipped on champagne as we waited for the food.

  The menu turned out to be an incredible seven course meal, all of which we enjoyed. I thanked the waitress after she came to fetch our dessert plates, and noticed the chef walking towards us from the kitchen.

  “Carl,” I grinned and got up to shake his hand.

  “Lucas, glad to see you’re good. How was the dinner? I put my best foot forward for a rich bastard like you,” he chuckled.

  I shrugged off his comment with a laugh. “It was absolutely amazing. We both thought so.” I gave Amelia’s hand a squeeze and she nodded along to my words.

  “I was surprised you requested this.” He gestured to the empty restaurant. “You’re usually the most atypical billionaire in this city, not that I’m complaining,” Carl said and grinned.

  “Nah, not even,” I blurted out, not wanting Amelia to find out about my financial status like this.

  We said our goodbyes and thank yous and then exited and stood by the railings, overlooking the waterfront view. I pulled Amelia into my arms.

  “Thank you for this amazing night,” she said as she gazed into my eyes.

  “My pleasure. You deserve every bit of it. I’m just glad you enjoyed it,” I smiled and bowed my head down, pressing my lips onto hers.

  I had to admit, it was romantic.

  Chapter 7

  Amelia.

  We drove back with me feeling delirious over the surprise he had given me. I was on cloud nine, the happiest girl in the world. How had I gotten so lucky to end up with someone like Lucas?

  I followed him out of the car in his wake and as soon as the door closed behind me, I jumped him. I tugged Lucas by his shirt and pulled his mouth to mine. His expression was surprised at first, but then I saw the fire light up in his baby blue eyes. Our lips worked in unison as we struggled our way to the bedroom, not wanting to break the contact. We were connected, physically and spiritually. And it felt so right.

  “Amelia,” he moaned as I pushed him down on the bed and straddled him, kissing his skin all over. My mouth worked on his as my fingers unbuttoned his shirt, exposing the chiseled chest underneath. I traced kisses down his chest, all the way to his happy trail, then stopped and undid his pants. I wanted to make him feel as special as he had made me feel tonight. There was no one else in the world I’d rather do this with.

  I pulled his black jeans down and he helped me by lifting his hips up slightly as I did. Next in line were his boxers that had soon been yanked down, only to reveal his steadily growing erection. He looked up at me and I licked my lips, knowing that by doing so I’d be driving him to the edge of insanity. The good kind.

  Without hesitation, I wrapped my lips around his cock, causing him to let out a loud hiss when my mouth made contact with him. His eyes were fixed on me as I started bobbing my head along his crown. His hand reached out instinctively, grabbing my hair softly, following my movements with his hips while letting me set the pace.

  Not even a few minutes into it his eyes rolled back and he groaned. “You need to stop if you don’t want me to come,” he grunted just when his cock hit the back of my throat. I glanced up and realized he was gritting his teeth, fighting the urge to erupt into my mouth. With a sly smile, I released him from my mouth and climbed back up to kiss him.

  “You liked that?” I asked.

  “That was the best I’ve ever had.”

  He kissed me passionately, making my heart flutter inside as his arms wrapped around me. He flipped me on my back, still keeping his mouth on mine, not letting our connection break. With one swift move, he had rid me of my top and skirt, moving towards my panties. He pulled them down and threw my legs on top of his shoulders, connecting his mouth with my center.

  I cried out as he defiled my vagina with his expert mouth, devouring me with such intensity I felt lightheaded. As if that wasn’t enough, he sunk a finger inside of me, pumping it steadily, driving me crazier by each passing second. My hands shifted from my breasts to the sheets and to his hair, struggling to grasp something that would prevent me from losing myself completely. I felt more fullness inside of me when he slipped a second finger in, and then his tongue flicked on my clit with such relentlessness, I completely exploded around him and cried out his name in a hoarse voice.

  “Oh my goodness,” I panted when I finally regained myself. Lucas smiled and climbed back up, connecting our lips again. His hips started grinding against me and I could feel his tip rubbing on my already sensitive clit. My body writhed under him as he slowly pushed inside, hard and bare, the overwhelming feeling of fullness and intoxicating pressure taking over my whole body. His baby blues stayed completely fixed on mine and I felt his every inch inside of me. I gripped his shoulders, then dragged my nails down his back when he started thrusting.

  The realization hit me as I observed the look on his face. We were connected. On so many levels. It was life-ruining.

  Lucas kept pumping into me, with more speed and determination, as if he could sense that I was close to giving him every single bit of me. He reached down to touch my clit with his fingers and I immediately moaned at the sensation.

  His fingers synced with his each and every thrust, sending me over the edge. Taken by surprise, I screamed out his name as my whole body tightened and convulsed around him as he roared, emptying himself inside of me.

  Lucas crashed his lips on mine and I clutched him to me, pulling him as close as possible. Our kiss was pure and tender, not overtly sexual like before.

  It was as if
we had become one.

  I WOKE UP TO LUCAS’ alarm going off at seven in the morning. Groggily, I got up from under his arm, reaching for his cell and turning the snooze on. I’d been in such deep slumber, having his soft body cradle me throughout the night. It was the best sleep I’d ever gotten. I could imagine myself falling asleep in his arms for the rest of my days.

  “Was that the alarm?” his hoarse, sleepy voice filled the quiet room.

  “Yes. But I put it on snooze,” I admitted, snuggling up with him.

  He closed his eyes and nodded happily, as if there was no place he’d rather be in than right here with me. When the alarm went off for the second time, he unwillingly sat up, kissed my cheek and then scurried off to the bathroom. I forced my eyes open and slipped out from underneath the covers, my naked body shivering from the sudden change of temperature.

  “You’re getting up?” Lucas was leaning against the bathroom door frame, watching me as he brushed his teeth.

  I yawned and stretched my arms up, already feeling slightly more awake than seconds before. “I thought I should,” I said, getting up and walking towards him. “Thought I’d work on my designs since I have the day off.” I placed my hand on his bare abdomen, touching him softly as I got on my tiptoes and gave him a kiss on the side of his mouth. The peppermint taste of the toothpaste was sweet and refreshing, just like him.

  After brushing my teeth, we got in the shower where we washed each other’s bodies. It was so intimate and loving in a completely different way. Once clean, we got dressed and then walked out together where we kissed before he took off on his bike.

  I got back inside and made myself some breakfast and then started working on my sketches. A couple of hours passed by effortlessly but around noon my brain started feeling cloudy, so I opted for some fresh air. I changed into a pair of leggings and a long-sleeve training top and headed out for a run. Four miles later, I was back home with a bowl of chili in front of me. I ate in peace and then took a quick shower to freshen up. Not quite feeling like continuing on my designs just yet, I decided to clean up around the house. I still wanted to use my time wisely. That was definitely the type-A in me.