by Corgan, Sky
“You...” I say breathlessly, but nothing else comes out. I'm not even sure what I was going to say. The orgasm was that good.
“I need to be inside of you.” He pulls his fingers out of me and unzips his pants.
I gaze down at the space between us as he takes out his cock. It's huge, and the tip is already glistening with a bead of pre-seed. My mouth waters with the desire to suck on it. That's too crude though. I could never do it here, not when I know that we're probably being watched. Everything else we're doing is bad enough.
“I'm going to fuck you,” I tell him. I'm so lust-drunk that it's pathetic. Even though I just had an amazing orgasm, I want more. My body is so desperately greedy for him.
“Are you?” He sounds a bit surprised.
I grab the base of his cock and lift myself a bit, being ever mindful of the pervert in the driver's seat. I really don't want him to see this, so I put as little space between Lucian's dick and my pussy as I can while I guide him to my hole.
Just when I think that I'm in charge, Lucian shows me that I'm completely wrong. His cock finds my opening, and he wraps his hands around my hips and presses me down with such force that I feel impaled. Despite my resolve to be quiet, I cry out from the intense stretching sensation. The bite of pleasure-pain between my legs makes me see stars. It hurts so good.
“Fuck. I don't think I'm ever going to get used to how tight you are,” he breathes, every bit as lost in the moment as I am.
“I don't think I'm ever going to get used to how big your dick is,” I counter, feeling my pussy struggling to adjust to his girth.
“God, I feel like I'm going to fucking come just from you squeezing around me.” He relaxes back against the seat.
“I'm going to make you come.” I put a hand on his shoulder for leverage and pull myself almost all the way off of him before dropping myself down on him again.
“Holy shit, Amy.” He closes his eyes and tilts his head back.
His Adam's apple looks absolutely delicious, so I take a moment to lick all the way up it. He tastes like skin and sweat. All man. All mine.
I wrap my arms around his neck and begin moving slowly. The pain dies down, and pure pleasure takes over as I feel him grow inside of me. The stretching sensation is absolutely blissful, the way that he fills me completely.
“This is unexpected.” He drapes his hands around my waist and begins thrusting up into me gently.
“It is,” I admit. I can't even believe I'm acting like this. He just does something to me. It's entirely unexplainable.
“If we were back at my place, I'd fuck you so hard you couldn't walk tomorrow,” he tells me with conviction.
“Too bad I didn't agree to go back to your place then.” My breathing is ragged as my body begins to give way to exhaustion. I had forgotten how labor intensive it is to be on top.
Thankfully, Lucian has more than enough energy for the both of us. When he notices me starting to fade, he takes control, pumping up into me so hard that it makes the whole limo shake. A blush comes to my cheeks as I realize that the driver definitely knows what we're doing now. There could be no question about it. He wouldn't even have to peek back here to figure it out.
Lucian leans forward and lavishes affection on my breasts as he thrusts up into me. I allow my head to roll back, enjoying every little sensation, my clit throbbing from the friction. It's difficult for him to get good leverage being on the bottom, so I eventually decide to start moving again. I need to come, and I know exactly what to do to make it happen.
Throwing my cares of the driver watching us to the wind, I bounce on Lucian like he's a pogo stick. The limo dips and jumps with my movement, and Lucian groans beneath me. His expression is absolutely exquisite, like he's lost in some perfect place where nothing matters but us. His breathing quickly becomes unsteady as I ride him hard and fast.
“Fuck, Amy, I'm going to—”
“So am I,” I pant. Half a second later, my body is giving in a second time.
I fall heavily onto him as my pussy contracts around his dick, my clit firing off in tandem. His cock swells and pulses as it spills into me. I listen to his breath hitch as the orgasm drains him. Knowing that I was in control of it—that I gave him this much pleasure—fills me with a sense of accomplishment and pride. He's a sexual God, and I totally owned him.
“Holy shit.” He swipes his tongue across his bottom lip, closing his eyes.
“Mhm.” I nod slightly, trying not to look too smug.
“That was amazing. Up.” He pats my bottom, wanting me to get off of him.
“No.” I shake my head.
“No?” He raises an eyebrow, his expression somewhere between amusement and confusion.
“I want to stay here, just like this. Well, kinda like this.” I pull my top back up over my chest, though it's kind of stretched from his rough handling.
“Is that so?” He smiles.
“That's so. I'm going to stay here until your dick is soft, and I'm not going to get off of you until we get to my apartment.” I can't believe I'm being so demanding. More than that, I can't believe that he's going along with it.
“As you wish.” He tenderly kisses me on the forehead before drawing me into his arms.
I sigh contently as I rest me head on his shoulder, listening to his breathing slow down. It's strange being with him like this, knowing his seed is inside of me and not really caring. It doesn't take long before he begins to soften, but still I hold him inside of me. Nothing has ever felt more intimate to me than being with him as we are now.
He strokes my hair for the rest of the ride, his head leaning against mine. The silence would normally make me feel awkward, but right now, it's golden. We're both exhausted from being at Fleshfest and from what we just did. The memory of the girl sitting on his lap taints my good mood and makes me frown as I wonder who she was—who she really was.
“Are all of your female friends as close to you as that girl?” I ask, unable to resist.
“What?” He pulls his head back to look at me.
“The girl on your lap at Fleshfest.” I straighten myself. “Is it normal for you to...”
His expression is hard and cold. “It bothered you.”
I lower my gaze, a bit embarrassed to admit the truth. “Yes. Well, a little.”
“Amy.” He grabs my chin and lifts it. “I don't belong to you.”
His words drive a stake right through my heart. Every pleasant thing I've felt for him all day falls away like glass from a shattered window.
“I know you don't.” I jerk out of his grasp and crawl off of his lap. The stickiness between my legs fills me with disgust.
The timing of my question was shitty, but I suppose it's not the worst thing. The limo pulls to a stop in front of my apartment, and I stare out the window, not sure about what to say.
“I guess this is it,” my tone conveys my discontent at his comment.
Lucian says nothing as the driver parks the vehicle and walks around to open my door. My memory flashes to the word 'slut' written across Janice's ass in welts. That's how I feel right now. That one word is what this whole night boiled down to. He's not mine, and yet I keep giving myself to him freely over and over again. It's not right. It's not the way that I should be acting.
I wrap my arms around myself for comfort as I climb out of the limo. I had thought this night was about Lucian and I getting closer—that he wanted me to come to Fleshfest because he wanted me to be a part of his world—because he wanted to be mine. Apparently, I was sorely mistaken.
“Amy.” The sound of him saying my name makes me want to cringe.
I turn to him, not even bothering to ask him what he wants.
“There's something you should know about me.” He's staring at me so intently that it commands my attention. I feel like he's about to tell me something important—something that I should really listen to. “I make people beautiful, but I also destroy beautiful people.”
CHAPTER THREE
It's a warning—a very cryptic warning. He wanted me to come to Fleshfest, to see into his world, to be with him. But now he's trying to push me away. In very few words, he's telling me that he's going to hurt me.
That's an understatement. He's already hurt me. A lot. Time and time again. Every time I'm with him, I end up getting hurt. Why do I feel the need to keep coming back, then?
Surprisingly, I don't cry. I leave him without looking back. My eyes are forward, wide, blank, empty. It feels like my heart is dead, but my brain is on overdrive.
I make people beautiful, but I also destroy beautiful people. Does that mean he's officially done with me? Are we over? Was that goodbye sex? It doesn't make sense. Nothing makes sense anymore. We were having so much fun together. Why would he push me away at the last minute? Was it because I asked about the girl?
I'm tired of trying to decode the mystery that's Lucian Reddick. More than that, I'm just plain tired.
The first thing I do when I get into my apartment is text Janice to let her know that I rode home with Lucian. Then I jump into the shower and wash his seed out of me. The numb feeling has returned—my coping mechanism for his little slight. I'm building the defensive fort around my heart again, but I'm not even sure if I need it anymore.
When I finish with my shower, I try to go to bed, but my mind is racing too much. Eventually, I decide to get up and wait for Janice to return. The best thing I can do to distract myself is to watch television, so I turn on Comedy Central and try to lull myself into a false sense of happiness with a funny TV show. It doesn't work very well. Then again, I never should have expected that it would.
It isn't until almost three in the morning that Janice comes stumbling in. Literally stumbling. She's so drunk that I'm absolutely furious that she didn't call a taxi.
“What in the hell is wrong with you?” I chastise her as she starts stripping off her dress in front of me.
“What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you?” she slurs.
Oh no, she's crossed the line from friendly drunk into aggressive bitch drunk. I need to tread carefully, lest things turn ugly.
“Here, let me help you.” I move to pick her clothes up off of the floor.
“Thanks.” She makes her way to the kitchen to get a glass of water.
“So, did you have a good time at least?”
“Good time?” She looks over the bar at me as if she doesn't understand English. Then her head jerks back in an exaggerated gesture. “Of course, I had a good time. Fleshfest was awesome. You should have been there. They had people on silk ropes and tattoo artists and a guy doing needle play.”
“I was there,” I grumble.
“Where'd you go? What happened to that guy? You know, the one with the really blue eyes.” She points at me as she walks out of the kitchen to come sit on the sofa.
“He's the one I left with.” I rub my eye and blink a few times. I think an eyelash fell into it.
“He was really pretty.” Janice rests her head against me. “You should fuck him.”
“I did.”
“You did? Congratulations!” She hugs me, and it smells like Mardi Gras inside her mouth.
“Don't congratulate me yet. Nothing good came out of it.” I sulk.
“What do you mean? You went to Fleshfest to get the guy, and you got the guy, didn't you?” She gestures obnoxiously.
“Not exactly.” I really wish she was sober. I could use a friendly ear right now.
“Talk to me. Tell me all your woes.”
“Maybe in the morning when you're sober.” I give her a weak smile.
“I drank way too much to be sober in the morning.” She sways back and forth, and I wonder how long it will be before she's praying to the porcelain goddess.
“And what about your Sir? Did you guys do anything?” I decide to divert her attention from me by talking about her.
“Sir made my ass nice and pretty and pink,” she chirps.
“Yeah. I know. I saw.” I try not to scowl. “I mean, did you have sex?”
“Sex, in public,” she grunts. “Mister Blue Eyes is turning you into a perv.”
I roll my eyes at her. “I'm going to take that as a no, then.”
“No, we didn't have sex. I wanted to, but there were so many people. I didn't want to bother him. I was kind of hoping he would invite me back to his house after Fleshfest was over, but he didn't. Some other people did though. I was going to go with them, but I didn't know them, and I didn't think I'd be able to find my way back home.”
“Smart move.” I gently rake my fingers through her long blonde hair.
“Are you going to see him again, that guy?”
“I suppose I will. I have to for work.” I shrug, not really excited about it.
“Sir says he's got a really troubled past. Maybe it's best if you don't get involved with him.”
“What?” My ears perk up at the realization that Janice has some information on Lucian that I'd probably want to know.
“Sir. They're buddies, you know. At Flesh.” She looks at me as if I'm stupid.
“Yeah. I know.” I shake my head, frustrated at how ditzy drinking makes her. “You said he knows something about Lucian, about his past.”
Janice opens her mouth to speak, but then she burps instead, and the burp quickly rolls into her covering her mouth and standing to head to the bathroom. I panic as I flank her side, rushing with her to the toilet to hold back her hair while she empties the contents of her stomach into it. It looks like she drank a rainbow. Reds and greens and blues spew out of her mouth like a layered daiquiri. It takes everything in me not to wretch from seeing it.
As horrible as it sounds, I can hardly wait for her to stop puking so that she can tell me about Lucian. I feel like I'm on the cusp of finding out why he is the way that he is. I just need her to finish throwing up so that she can talk.
“Are you alright?” I ask when the heaving subsides.
There are tears streaming down her face and drool on the corners of her lips. If Lucian could only see her now, then I doubt he'd be as turned on by her as he was before. Then again, she is practically naked now. That might make a difference.
I push my jealous thoughts aside and stand to wet a washcloth to wipe her face with. She is my best friend, after all, and I need to take care of her.
“You said that Lucian has a troubled past.” I wring the water out of the washcloth. “What did your Dom tell you about him?”
Janice looks up at me blankly. Then her eyes roll to the back of her head, and she passes out. I kneel to catch her, but I'm a bit too late. After shaking her a few times, I realize that there's no way she's going to regain consciousness again for at least several more hours. As carefully as I can, I force her arm around my neck and help her to her bedroom, placing a trash basket next to her bed. It looks like I'm going to have to wait to find out the dirt on Lucian, and I have a feeling it's going to be really bad.
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