by Kara Chase
Oh god, this feels amazing.
I run my hands through his hair, gently gasping as I throw my head back; with my eyes closed, I can’t help but to anticipate what he’s planning.
“You smell amazing, Vivian,” he says, his soft breath right against my pussy.
With his hands still on my ass, he pulls me into him and presses his open mouth against my drenched underwear, kissing my pussy over the soaked fabric.
“Oh, god,” I groan, yanking hard on his hair.
Without even bothering to take off my thong, he simply pushes the fabric to the side with two fingers. I almost expect him to take his mouth straight to my wet inner lips, but that’s not what he does.
Instead, he pauses for a moment, and only then do I feel the tip of his tongue running up the length of my pussy. He’s barely touching me, and he’s doing it in such a soft way that I feel a slight electric buzz running up my spine.
“Fuck, you smell more than amazing...you taste amazing,” he continues, now taking his tongue all the way up to my clit, circling it carefully.
“I want you to...I want you to devour me,” I find myself saying, and then I simply lose it. Grabbing his hair hard, I spread my legs wide and pull him into me, forcing his mouth right against my pussy. As his lips connect, that slight buzz turns into an explosion of electricity, thunder making its way from my pussy straight to my brain.
Doing it like a man possessed, Lucien starts devouring me like no other man has done before. He’s elevating the act of eating a woman out to an art form.
Think I’m exaggerating? Well, that’s just because you might have never experienced anything like this. Trust me on that.
With one hand right on my pussy, his thumb gently working on my clit, he uses both his tongue and lips to completely demolish my pussy. I feel my juices running down my inner thighs, pooling on the kitchen counter under me me, and I feel like the dirtiest woman on earth.
A woman so desperate for Lucien’s cock—in my mouth, in my pussy—that I can’t even think straight.
“Someone’s enjoying herself,” Lucien whispers, pulling back from my pussy.
I look down at him, and my heart skips a beat as I see my juices glistening on his chin. God, that’s just so fucking sexy.
“Let’s see if I can make you enjoy it some more,” he continues, slowly going up to his feet.
I just watch as he takes his belt off and then lowers his pants, his hard cock jumping into view fast. The moment I see it, I reach for it hard, taking it into my hand.
“Fuck me, Lucien. Fuck me hard,” I tell him, eager to feel his cock inside me, stretching me wide and completely destroying me.
“I thought you’d never ask,” he grins, and then presses his body against mine.
I feel the fat head of his cock rubbing against my inner lips, parting them, and next thing I know, he’s know, he’s burying all of his inches inside of me. He does it with one simply thrust, taking all of his length inside of me, and that does it for me.
I bury my fingernails on his back, screaming so loudly that I’m actually surprised every single piece of glass in the apartment hasn’t shattered into a million little pieces. I feel my pussy tightening hard around his cock, and I come like I’ve never came before. My pussy is on fire, and every single thought inside my brain has turned into ashes.
I can’t speak.
I can’t breath.
I can’t even think.
“We’re not done yet,” he whispers against my ear, taking his mouth to my neck and pulling at my skin with his teeth.
“No, we’re not,” I agree, and then I start bucking my hips against him, forcing him to start fucking me with a kind of raw ferocity.
We kiss as he thrusts, his cock sliding hard and fast, moving in and out of me at such a pace that I’m actually afraid of bursting into flames anytime soon.
My fingernails are digging so deep into his shoulder blades that I might draw blood anytime soon, but he doesn’t even seem to care or notice.
“Let’s take this someplace else,” he whispers into my ear, and still with his cock deep inside my pussy, carries me all the way to my bedroom.
He kicks the door open, and then we stumble onto the bed, his body on top of mine.
I lace my legs around his waist, trapping him in place, and we both surrender to the frenzy of the moment. Our bodies are glistening from the sweat, and I feel my eyes rolling in their orbits more and more with each thrust of his.
“Harder,” I beg of him, my breathing growing ragged. “Harder, harder.”
Without a word of acknowledgement, he starts going so fast that I can’t even process what’s happening. Yanking on my hair, he forces me to throw my head back, and then he looks straight into my eyes, his gaze fierce and unwavering.
“Come. Come for me. That’s a command,” he tells me as he thrusts as hard as possible. Somehow, his words wrap themselves around my mind. It’s almost as if he has cast a spell on me. The moment he tells me to come for the third time, that’s exactly what happens
I arch my back, and I feel my whole body tensing up as pleasure pools inside my muscles. Tension makes my muscles taut, and the second after, they’re all twitching, pleasure running through them at the speed of light.
“You...too…” I groan, pushing my elbows against the bed and then reaching for his ass.
I bury my fingernails on his round and firm ass, forcing him into me, and then I feel him coming.
“Fuck, Vivian,” he groans as his cock throbs hard inside of me, unleashing a raging river of cum inside my pussy
With each twitch of his cock, the pleasure I’m feeling seems to intensify more and more, spiraling out of control.
“Jesus fucking Christ…” he groans again as his cock twitches one final time.
Sliding out of my pussy, he rolls to the side and sprawls himself by my side.
Without even knowing why I’m doing it, I wrap myself around him and lay my head on his chest, feeling it rising and falling with each breath of his.
With him by my side, I feel safe.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Vivian
Jesus—why is my body so sore?
Rolling to my back, I stretch my arms and kick back the sheets. My muscles hurt, and it feels as if I’ve been ran over by a truck.
I strain to remember what the hell I did last night.
Then, the memories come rushing back to me. Those sweet, sweet memories.
Guided by instinct, I reach for the side of the bed. I half-expect to find Lucien there, still sleeping, but all my hand finds is emptiness.
Lazily, I sit up and swing my legs off the bed.
Has Lucien already left for work? No, it’s still early.
Grabbing a white robe from the closet, I drag myself out of the bedroom. I make my way toward the living room, and the smell of bacon, toast, and eggs hits me right away. My stomach rumbles almost immediately; after all, I must have burnt a pretty serious amount of calories last night.
And it was so much better than yoga.
“Good morning, doll,” Lucien greets me as I stroll into the kitchen.
He’s wearing sweatpants and nothing else—nothing but a kitchen cloth casually thrown over his shoulder. I stay there, leaning against the counter and taking in the perfection of his bare chest, while I think of an appropriate response to his politeness.
He’s scrambling some eggs in one pan and frying bacon in the other; for some weird reason, I feel my heart tighten just by looking at it.
How would it feel to wake up to this sight every morning? How would it feel to have Lucien make me breakfast every morning?
“ G’morning,” I finally reply, offering him a smile.
Somehow, I can’t feel all the animosity from before; and to be honest, I don’t want to. I just want to enjoy this moment by his side, no matter how long it lasts. Even if only just for the morning, I want to enjoy it.
“Slept well?” he asks.
He looks back
at me over his shoulder and flashes me a grin. The kind of grin that says, “you slept well, and that because of me.”
“I sure did,” I reply, my lips unconsciously mirroring his grin.
To be honest, I don’t think I’ve ever had such a restful night before. The magic of amazing sex, I guess.
As he finishes cooking the eggs and bacon, he grabs the pans and turns on his heels.
“Come,” he says, and then walks past me and out into the balcony.
I follow after him, stunned to see a table already set there. On top of a large white tablecloth, Lucien has already set a pot of coffee, a jar of natural juice, fresh toast, and a bowl full of ripe purple grapes.
Putting down the bacon and the eggs, he walks around the table and pulls back a chair for me.
“Wow,” I say in surprise. “Who are you and what did you do to Lucien Parker?”
I can’t help but laugh as I sit down, surprised by the man I woke up to. Who would have thought that the king of assholes could act like a gentleman?
“I’m just his twin,” he grins as he sits on the other side of the table.
“But I’m as talented as he is,” he continues, laughing right back at me.
“Don’t push your luck, Lucien,” I admonish him but, truth be told, I can’t even hide the silly grin dancing on my face right now
I feel so good it’s ridiculous. Something must have happened to me while I slept, because I feel just like a stupid teenager.
And it’s amazing.
Still, there’s something staining the way I feel. Edwin Snodgrass. I need to tell Lucien; I need to let him know what’s going on in here.
“Lucien,” I start, pursing my lips and allowing my smile to fade away. “We need to talk about Edwin.”
“That fat asshole can eat a bag of dicks, for all I care,” he casually says, grabbing a piece of french toast from the plate in front of him.
“Don’t ruin the morning by bringing him up,” he continues, laughing brightly. “I don’t want to finish breakfast and get nauseous.”
“Lucien…”
“Now,” he continues, completely brushing away my concerns, “what we need to do is figure out what we’re going to do about the apartment.”
He raises his gaze to meet mine and, although he’s still smiling, I notice a hint of seriousness in his eyes.
“We do,” I agree.
“If we were talking about some other apartment, I’d be fine with letting you have it. I know it’s just a place but, at the same time, it’s so much more.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, not sure where the conversation is going.
“My father worked in finance for a long time. He wasn’t quite like me, you know? While I’m the kind of guy that kicks doors down, and is willing to beat everyone into submission, my father was a genuinely good guy. To him, money was an afterthought. He genuinely wanted to do some good in the world, and help out people along the way.”
Why is he telling me this? I wonder. And what does it have to do with the apartment? I say nothing, just listen while I look into his eyes; there, I see a hint of sadness and...anger?
“He taught me the value of hard work, and he taught me to never take shortcuts. He worked hard till the day he died, you know? Except, by the time he died, his fortune was all gone.”
“What happened?”
“A deal gone wrong. One of his partners screwed him hard. He was in bed with some Saudis, and they screwed my dad out of all his money. Now, my father didn’t care about money, and I didn’t know what being poor meant…but I was fucking pissed. I wanted to destroy these fucking assholes.
“And I would have, except my father didn’t want me to spend my time hating on the world. I tried, but I was just a kid - maybe six years old- when my father died. And although I put a lid on all that hate, there was one thing I couldn’t stop myself from doing...you see, aside from you, there was another person bidding for this penthouse. Someone that really, really wanted to make this place his new home. And I kept that in my mind for quite a long time. Even when I had to go through system, raised by foster parents…I never forgot that guy.”
Suddenly, all pieces fall into place.
“Your father’s partner.”
“That’s right. The asshole was certain that the deal was a done thing. After all, he spent months getting all the paperwork and financing in order. I know that he wanted this penthouse from the moment The Trident started construction.”
“And so did you.”
“Yes. After what he did to my father, I couldn’t just let him buy this place. Not with the money he cheated my father out of. So, I managed to up the bid and secured this place for myself. Right under his nose.”
“I...I didn’t know why you wanted this place so much, Lucien,” I tell him, not really sure on what more I can add. I wasn’t expecting this, not at all.
“Yeah. So that’s the story.”
Looking down at my plate, not sure on what to say, I suddenly find the words bubbling up to my mouth.
“I needed this place to prove myself I could do it,” I say. “To prove myself I’m as good as any man.”
He looks at me, slightly surprised.
“But you are as good as any man, Vivian. If not better,” he replies, reaching across the table and grabbing my hand. “You’re a kickass woman, Viv, everyone in this town knows it. And if they don’t...well, that’s their fucking loss, isn’t it?”
“I wasn’t born into money, Lucien. Things weren’t at all easy,” I tell him. “Everything I ever managed to get, I did it through my sweat and tears. I had to fight my way into Harvard, and then I had to study hard. I barely left my dorm room in college. All I did was study. Once I made it as a lawyer, I knew I had what I needed to succeed. But…”
I sigh, recollecting my poise. “This is a man’s world.”
Lucien just looks into my eyes, a gentle smile on his lips, and waits for me to continue.
“ I worked my ass off. I was the youngest junior partner ever in my firm, and eventually, I was the youngest senior partner as well. But I had to put up with such bullshit...I had to jump through a billion hoops, and work harder than anyone else around me, and all because I’m a woman. When I heard about The Trident, when I heard that every top dog in Manhattan was looking to get this exact penthouse…”
“You wanted it for yourself.”
“I did,” I nod. “I wanted to prove myself I’m as good as anyone else.”
“You’re not as good as anyone else. You’re better.”
“We both deserve this,” I find myself saying, my words just a whisper.
“We do,” he agrees. We stay in silence for a long time, my hand tucked in his, and then Lucien sits up straight out of nowhere.
“Oh, shit,” he blurts out, taking one look at his wristwatch. “I’m late.”
I half expect him to leave in a hurry but instead, he stands up and walks around the table. Then, leaning over, he kisses me softly.
“See you later, Vivian.”
I sit there in a daze, watching him walk out of the balcony, and I feel worry creeping up my spine. What’s happening with me?
Am I...falling for Lucien?
Am I falling in love?
Chapter Twenty-Six
Lucien
I couldn’t focus on work today.
Not that big of a surprise, huh? After what happened last night, it’s a fucking miracle I even managed to get out of the fucking bed. All I wanted to do was spend the day in bed with Vivian, doing...fuck, doing everything we did last night.
Over and over again.
She’s that good. Her lips, her curves, her hair...the way she smells, the way she fucking moves. I’ve never met a woman like her before. I’ve never been that hard for a woman before, as crazy as that might sound.
In a sense, she almost makes me feel like a fucking virgin. You know, the guys that get their first handjob and suddenly become these crazy horndogs, thinking about sex all the fucking
time.
Except I’m not a virgin—I’ve slayed more pussy than the amount of dollars on your bank account, babe.
It’s just that with Vivian, sex is...different.
Now, don’t fucking ask me to explain what I mean by that.
I don’t fucking know, alright? Ever since that woman stepped into my life, I’ve lost the ability to have an answer for every fucking question.
Anyway, since I couldn’t do anything productive at work today, I decided to leave earlier. Usually, I only leave past ten p.mp.m. (that’s how you become a billionaire — you work your fucking ass off all the fucking time,) but today I decided to get home before dinner. And it has nothing to do with Vivian.
Or, fuck—maybe it has.
Maybe I want to see her. Maybe I want to fuck her again.
To unwind, I’m out and about, taking the Aston instead of using the limo. I speed past all those assholes stuck in the rat race. There’s just something about driving this beast of a machine around; its engine alone is so powerful that you can’t help but turns a lot of heads along the way.
Kinda like me, you know? Wherever I go, heads are turned.
You might think I’m being arrogant, but that’s not it.
It’s just real life, babe. Wouldn’t you turn your head around just to see a fucking ripped billionaire? One that you knew for sure could give you the most intense orgasm of your fucking life and ruin you for other men?
As I see The Trident rising in the distance, the setting sun reflected on its imposing glass structure, I can’t help but feel my heart tightening up.
I really want that fucking apartment but at the same time, I’m not sure I really want to kick Vivian out of my life.
I mean, I’m not turning into a fucking pansy, it’s just that...
Oh, fuck me. I’m definitely not used to this kind of shit. This is exactly why I don’t like to keep chicks for too long.
Things always get too fucking messy.
As I hand the Aston to the valet, I stroll into the lobby, my shoes clicking on the marble floor. From the corner of my eye, I see a round shape moving toward me. I try to walk faster toward the elevator, but the round fucking shape keeps on barreling down the lobby.