Lucy In The Sky (erotica romance for women)

by Jordan, Lucia

  Staring blindly out of her window, she said quietly, “You’re going to keep throwing the past at me, aren’t you? But that girl you knew back then…was never who I really was. Just a mask to fool the crowd. And I know I never really took the time to say this…but for everything I cost you back then – the embarrassment, the pain…well, I’m sorry.” The last words came out hushed, and for a few moments there was silence in the car.

  “Wow,” he said at last, though there was a sneering undertone beneath. “That’s Oscar-worthy, you know. I applaud you, Lucy. You actually sound contrite. Almost enough to be convincing, but not quite. What did you think huh, that with just one pretty apology, the slate would be wiped clean? Hardly. You’ve laid your bed long ago and that’s exactly how you’ll lie on it. Figuratively and literally,” he added with a smirk, as he stopped in front of a swish set of high-rise apartments. His feral smile was mocking. “We’re home.”

  Chapter Five

  Lucy should have known that her apology wouldn’t make any difference, not to him. But it had put a load off her mind and now she felt lighthearted, with an inner peace. She’d meant what she’d said about having a different Lucy she showed to the world. He’d never know the real her – and even if he did, he’d never trust it nor care.

  His penthouse apartment was gorgeous, with a perfect view of the city and he even had a very luxurious hot tub waiting on the balcony, complete with glassed-in walls and roof.

  She was standing there drinking in the view when he came up behind her with a glass of wine, another in his other hand. He indicated the hot tub with a smirk. “It’s a bit of a nippy November night. Maybe you’d fancy a steamy soak with me – warm you up, and even ease the stress away. We could talk; you know, get some things off our chest. Nothing like skinny dipping to break the ice, huh?”

  His hand fell heavily on her shoulder, the fingers digging slightly into the flesh bared by her sleeveless dress. Quickly, Lucy shook off his touch before it would sear through her treacherous frame.

  “If you’re planning a seduction scene involving me tonight, then you can forget it,” she said calmly, spinning round to face him. “Sex was never part of the deal, remember?”

  He shrugged, eyes hooded as they trailed over her face, her throat, her breasts heaving beneath her fitted bodice. “That was one of the soft limits for me. And seeing as we’re both here, supposedly to have a night of unbridled passion…what’s stopping us from making it a reality?”

  “Because none of this is real!” she reminded him, her hands flying in the air. “You and me – this engagement ring you put on my finger – it all means nothing, does it. So why should sex change anything?”

  “It won’t,” he said with certainty, even as he lifted a hand to rub his thumb against her bottom lip. “It will be exactly what it is: just sex. You can’t deny that it’s something you crave, somewhere in your soul. You want me…the way I want you.”

  His head slanted down to bring his lips mere inches from hers. Their breaths mingled, warmed her to her bones. She trilled from head to foot even as she loathed herself for being so weak where he was concerned.

  “You and I know that if I put my mind to it, we’ll both be in that hot tub, getting it on like two sex freaks,” he murmured with a soft chuckle. He plucked at her lips once, twice. “Damn you taste so good. And your smell…” He bent to nuzzle her neck, inhaling deeply, raggedly. “It’s just the same scent I remember from two years ago. When you let me take you again and again in an endless stream of hot, sweet lust. It can be like that again, Lucy.”

  He tantalized her with kisses to her bare, heated skin. Wherever his lips touched, he brought a shudder coursing through her. Lucy closed her eyes briefly in torment as she felt her breasts grow heavy with need.

  He slowly retrieved the glass from her now nerveless fingers, and then he reached round her shivering body for the zipper of her dress. She pushed against his chest with sudden firmness.

  “No, Alan,” she said clearly, staring up into his desire-darkened eyes. “I don’t want this. I’m not going to be your sexual plaything, not on top of everything else.”

  “Sexual plaything? That’s funny,” he murmured, not releasing her but holding on even tighter. “I distinctly remember being that same object for you two years ago.”

  “I never meant it like that,” she choked, her chest torn with emotions that she despised herself for feeling. “At first, it started out like a game…but slowly, I began to realize how much you were coming to mean to me. And I was scared. I didn’t want to lose control. Certainly didn’t want to fall in love. So I ruined it all, thinking it was better that way because I’d be saving myself the trouble of believing in something that was just a fantasy like everything else in my life.”

  “What I felt was real, Lucy,” he said soberly, eyes flashing with something of that spark she remembered. And then he lowered his head back to drink from her lips once more, lingering upon the swollen seam of her mouth and dipping past with his hot, searching tongue. “But like you said, we need to stop bringing the past between us. It can’t be retrieved. However…we can indulge in what we do have left… the strong, aching need our bodies have for each other. Tell me I’m lying, Lucy,” he rasped, sucking hard on her bottom lip while his hands roamed, cupping her breasts, then sliding down to her ass and tugging her closer so she could feel his hardness. “Tell me you don’t want me.”

  “I do want you,” she confessed with all the silky-soft desire that streamed her like a cloak. And yet moments later she was opening her eyes and blinking away the dangerous temptation to give in.

  “But not like this,” Lucy told him as she pulled away from his hold. “I can’t stand to be just a…a thing of pleasure to you. That’s not how I want you.”

  “Then how do you want me?” he growled. He didn’t let her get far but seized her right back into his arms. This time his hold was too strong to evade or escape.

  “You want me in lapdog mode again, don’t you? To be the one fawning over you, showering you with my affections so you can trample on them all over again. Why would I let you get the chance to do that to me one more time?”

  “Because you still care,” she said calmly, eyes daring him to deny it. “Why else would you think up this elaborate scheme to bring me to my knees? Why else would all this matter? I hurt you, Alan and I’ve regretted it every day since it happened. You were the one man who looked beyond the person I presented and believed I could be better. And I wasn’t ready for that. But now…”

  His eyes narrowed as they gazed down into hers. “Now…?” he prodded, his hands coming up to circle her throat. When she didn’t reply but shook her head, shielding her eyes with her lashes, he swore underneath his breath.

  “Is this one of your games, Lucy? Trying to string me along, see if I’ll bite? If that’s the case, so help me God I’ll wring your pretty little neck…”

  “I’m not playing a game!” she finally cried, tired of hiding, of fighting. She sighed raggedly, before reluctantly saying, “I…I’m in love with you. I know, it sounds crazy considering how you’ve treated me in the past few weeks. So maybe you were right. Maybe I do get a kick from being treated like dirt. Maybe that’s all I truly deserve after what I did to you. God I feel like an idiot,” she moaned, hand lifting to cover her face. Behind her fingers, moisture spilled from her eyes.

  Slowly, gently, he pulled down those hands, eyes searching her face for answers. Lucy wasn’t sure what he saw in them, but when he drew her into his arms again, there was a tenderness in his embrace that hadn’t been there before.

  And when their lips touched moments later it was filled with a new, thrilling current. The curtain was down…or maybe, the protective layers were now pulled back, for both of them. Lucy daren’t place too much hope in much, but at least one thing she could still hold on to, was trust. Her trust in him kept her from stopping him when he started to take off her clothes. And once she was naked, he took off his. He swung her off her f
eet and carried her now trembling body to lower her into the steaming hot tub with him.

  The soothing effects made an impact but only for a few moments. The fire in her loins was too strong to let her relax as she would have done. He brushed her frame with his rock-hard form and she felt breathless, lightheaded from the steam his masculinity exuded. His lips lingered on hers, drew her out so that soon her tongue danced boldly with his in the open. Her breasts spilled into his palms and she lost even more air. Leaning with his back against the edge of the tub, he drew her with her back against his chest, and teased her sensitive tits with his expert hands. She felt his cock lodge in between the globes of her ass and she quivered, her head falling back over his shoulder.

  No words were spoken…the only language was the one they shared with their gasps and groans. She edged back into him, reveling in his hardness probing into her bottom’s giving flesh. One of his hands slid from her breast, down her belly to rub on her pussy. He slid all the way down with the tips of his fingers, tracing her already moist slit. She knew he could tell that her wetness had nothing to do with the water. Thick and honeyed, it rose up invisibly in the air with the undeniable scent of lust and heat.

  He found her clitoris and strummed it till she cried out his name. His thumb and index finger was busy twisting on her teat and almost bringing tears to her eyes at the onrush of belly-twisting sensations. “Oh, Alan…more. Please, more,” she pleaded.

  Alan chuckled softly, a masculine sound of feral arousal. With quick, sure movements, he lifted her by the waist and planted her upon the edge of the tub. He came to stand between her legs and spread them wide so he could lower his head to the pink-tinted folds peeking shyly there. Lucy fell back as if shot, her body arching upwards as his tongue-tip raked sideways over her slit. Side to side, and then up and down…it was exquisite torment. She bucked and shrieked, her arms thrown over her head as she delivered herself up in sacrifice at his altar of bliss.

  He couldn’t seem to have enough of her taste; he ate into her with a ferocious delight. His fingers pulled apart her swollen folds so he could drive his tongue to fuck its way into her honey-dripping well. When his fingers dipped in to intensify the onslaught, she felt lost. Nothing could keep her from buckling beneath the weight of ecstasy that seemed to batter her into the ground. The steam grew higher around them and she felt almost faint from all the mixed-up delights surrounding her senses.

  His passion awoke the she-wolf in her and she gave in willingly at last to the savage cry of her ravaging orgasm. Screaming out, “Yes, yes!” she came, convulsing helplessly as her droplets spilled upon his ready tongue. He lapped at her till he drew out the last tremor. Only when she finally stopped moving did he rise out of the tub and carry her limp, pleasured body inside to the bedroom.

  Chapter Six

  It didn’t take long to re-awaken her to joys still awaiting her at his hands.

  Lucy couldn’t deny that now more than ever, she felt the need for him. It had gnawed at her for weeks since they’d been “officially” together. Seeing him, always so suave, untouchable and sexy…Refined in every way and yet possessing that animalistic allure that made her wet her panties whenever he was too close…Well, it was finally coming to a head tonight, Lucy believed.

  She loved his body, stretched out naked next to hers on the spacious bed. Alan had kept in perfect shape and there wasn’t a trace of fat anywhere on him. Just lean, sculpted muscle, with dark hairs dusting his chest before trailing down to his groin.

  And his cock…hmm, thought Lucy, it was as beautiful as she remembered. Spectacularly able to bring her pleasure; he was built just right to make her feel him in her deepest core. She knew how well he could reach the edge of her walls till it would seem like her pussy was being stretched to its limits. She couldn’t wait to have that memorable sensation repeated again and again, deep inside her shivery, hungry center

  But first, she wanted him in her mouth, down her throat. She was panting for it.

  His erection looked as hard as steel and she could hardly wait to wrap her lips around the smooth, silky shaft, to taste the glistening drops of precum on his carved, broad helmet.

  He didn’t object when she pushed him on his back, her teeth sinking sensually into her bottom lip as she held his hooded gaze. And then with a shuddering sigh, she reached out to curl her hands around the thick, pulsing stem.

  The veins stood out angrily and the blood seemed to be pumping even faster into his cock, making it swell further in her stroking fingers. Entranced, she gazed down at it with unbridled lust before opening her mouth and gliding her tongue over the swollen tip. She felt flooded with the sweet salty tang of him, her head swimming with the deliciously musky scent that filled her nostrils. Her head started to bob over the length of his dick, lips stretching to adapt to his girth and length. Saliva dripped from her mouth to coat him wetly, while her slippery fingers worked the base in moist twists and firm strokes.

  He groaned deep in his throat, his hands sinking into her thick ice-blonde hair. “That’s it baby…take me deep. Suck my cock faster; do it harder,” he rasped.

  Lucy’s pussy twitched in response to his husky, sexy words. She loved how he throbbed inside her mouth, and how his hips moved so he was soon virtually fucking her face. She never felt so in control as when she pleasured him this way, letting his tip jab at her throat each time she swallowed his length as far as she could go. She felt like sobbing when he finally drew her away, the sound of his harsh breathing echoing her own obvious lack of breath.

  “That felt so good,” were his gruff words as he pulled on her soft lips. “But it brought me too close. I need to be inside your pussy; to bury my cock far into that tight, sweet velvet sheathe. Spread for me, baby. Spread wide.”

  Moaning, Lucy bit on her lips and tucked her hands behind her knees, drawing them wide apart.

  “Fuck yes,” he groaned, his eyes fastened on the tender folds of pink flesh glistening at the crest of her thighs. “You’re so ready for me, kitten. So hot and wet…”

  His cock throbbed visibly at the sight of her waiting pussy, with not even a scrap of hair to conceal the shy folding petals. Palming his cock, he soon pressed the blunt, broad-tipped head to her slit, probing it till it stretched around his sturdy thickness. Slowly, to the sounds of her gasps of delight and agony, he pushed inside her vaginal walls. He didn’t stop till he was sunk in to the balls, burying his pulsing length fully inside her.

  “Oh…oh…oh!” Lucy cried, as each thrust grew in crescendo. Deep and hard and fast; he plunged in with a swift, sure pace, stroking the farthest edges of her walls till she was whimpering incoherently for more, always more. The feeling of fullness could not have felt better; she loved that he stretched her with agonizing depth, loved that her whole body jolted when he drove into her. Her hips rose to meet his as they pumped into each other. Together, they drew equally from the well of passion and it overflowed, immersing them in a golden pleasure tide.

  “I’m close, baby,” Alan groaned, his lips pressed to her neck. “I can’t hold back. It’s been so long…you ready?”

  Dazed by the kaleidoscope of sensations she felt each time he slammed into her, Lucy could only nod. He kissed her lips lingeringly, and then he slipped a hand between their slick bodies to find her achy little sex button. The moment he began those torturous, circular strokes, she knew she was undone. Hurtling his cock within her at a punishing, blurring speed, he rubbed on her clit at the same time - and tightened that strange coil that was ever present in her belly, waiting to spring.

  It was everything it used to be; only better. Those intricate ins and outs that push a woman beyond the peak to something stratospheric…those billowing sails of bliss that only he could create in her…How easily he took her there and back. Deep inside her, every muscle gathered and clinched; her heartbeat surged and it seemed to move as fast as the sounds of her panting. It was glorious when she eventually erupted in a rush of screams and spasms.

  And onc
e he knew she’d passed the point of no return, only then could he then succumb to the snapping jaws of his own ravenous release.

  “Lucy!”

  His voice, passionately grinding out her name was like a faraway echo, reaching out to Lucy with smoky fingers as she faded into the dizzying mist of her orgasm.

  “I will never let you go,” she heard him say on a sigh as he all but collapsed atop her, and she held on tighter, a smile creeping across her lips when he added in no more than a whisper, “I love you.”

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  BONUS STORY!

  THE PROPOSITION

  (BOOK 1 of ‘The Proposition Series’)

  Chapter One

  Megan knew there was something different about him the moment they were introduced.

  No, it wasn’t just his blinding good looks. It wasn’t even his money or the obviously expensive clothes he wore. It was more about the power he exuded; the sensation that he was some lethal beast barely holding himself back from seizing his suspected prey.

  Oh fuck he’s hot, she thought, as she shook hands with Heath Mayer. She’d heard about their chief exec being quite the hunk, but did anyone have the right to be so freaking sexy? He just had to breathe and he was any girl’s hottest fantasy.

  Above six feet tall, wide shoulders, narrow waist – all round solid, hard. He had the kind of arresting face you’d see on any of those high fashion men’s magazines. Brooding good looks with the chiseled jaw and smoky eyes. His were a piercing grey, with hair so dark it seemed to have blue streaks in them. He had on a three piece suit that fit him perfectly, and gave the impression that his clothes cost more than Megan earned in a year.

  “This is Miss Kerry,” her superior, the VP of sales and marketing, was saying as he introduced her to the owner and CEO of the company. She shook hands with the hunky Heath Mayer, and it was all Megan could do to focus on anything or anyone else but the specimen of utter male beauty standing before her. Her normally well collected, sensible brain almost shut down as she blinked beneath his arresting grey stare.