by Dawn Doyle
I licked my lips, my mouth drying out faster than it could fill. My fingers trembled, but I was so fucking desperate to make this slow. I shimmied the shorts down my hips, to my knees. Sitting back, I spun my legs and slipped them down the rest of the way.
I’d barely blinked when Lucian was above me, his hands either side of my thighs, his eyes raking all over me, his knees apart, caging me under him.
“Tell me you want this, baby, because I’m losing my fucking mind.”
I lifted my hands to his face, then without breaking eye contact, I ran my hands down his torso, over his abs and gripped his black t-shirt. “Why are you still talking?” I asked, then pulled up. He lifted just in time for me to free him of his top.
Lips gnawed, tongues swirled, and the moment my back hit the cool covers, his mouth was torn away. He gripped my legs, gently parting and lowering himself between them, his length pressing against my center.
Lucian worked his lips over my neck, attacking the spot that had driven me wild the last time, and he hit it harder, nipping the skin between his teeth.
“Oh god,” I gasped, my spine arching upward.
His hands roamed over me, up and down my sides, my thighs, my calves, and every part they could touch that was exposed. God, I wanted him so much. Every nerve ending lit up, sensitive to each touch, no matter how delicate, how soft, how rough… I burned between my thighs, and the fire was growing hotter, building, increasing in intensity.
I held onto his bare shoulders, working my fingers over each ridge in his skin, taking in the wide expanse of his back as he kissed down my neck to my clavicle.
His tongue snaked over the slim bone dipping into the hollow in my throat and circling it around. God, how I wanted him to do that to other parts of me. Lucian had brought out a side of me I never knew existed, and when his fingers gripped my hair, and his other hand worked up over my stomach to my breasts, I moaned like I’d done it a thousand times.
His large palm covered my left breast, his fingers pressing into my flesh as though massaging me. My eyes fluttered and my mouth dropped, the pulsing in my core sending shocks through me.
“Lucian,” I whispered, the pleading in my tone not going unnoticed.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he said breathlessly against my mouth. “Hold tight.”
I was hoisted up the bed, and the covers were yanked back before my head was settled on thick pillows. Lucian took my mouth again, devouring me and tasting me before working back down. His fingers glided down my shoulders, sliding my bra straps down my arms. He lifted his head and looked deeply into my eyes as the material covering my mounds was removed, my chest bare to him. He kissed me softly, seeming to sense that I’d begun to tremble once more. I wasn’t cold, Lucian’s body heat warmed me in places that he shouldn’t, but the exposure that I’d never experienced had me shivering.
He looked down, hunger in his gaze, and he licked his lips like his next meal was right there. My breath was taken when he ran his fingertip over my hard nipple, the tight bud extra sensitive, before cupping it in his hand. He kissed my clavicle, his lips peppering featherlight kisses down my chest. I dug my fingers into his shoulders when his warm mouth reached my breasts, kissing between them before covering my nipple and sucking into his mouth.
“Oh my god!” I squealed as I sucked in air. My hips bucked up, hitting his cock, and he groaned, the vibrations increasing the tingles running over me.
Lucian paid close attention, running his tongue around and around, changing sides and then back again. When his hand left my peak and worked down, past my stomach and toward my panties, I froze. His head snapped up, his dilated pupils questioning.
“Keep going,” I urged. “Don’t you dare stop.”
His dimples popped when he grinned, and he continued his decent to the lace fabric. He sat back a little and pulled down, my legs automatically closing as he removed my panties. “Don’t be shy,” he assured me, gently moving my legs apart. “You’re beautiful, Luca.”
I tried to smile, but my quivering lips made it hard to look genuine. I relaxed as he looked down, swallowing hard and biting on his lip.
Lucian undid the buckle of his belt, and then unzipped his jeans. He looked to the nightstand and reached to the draw, pulling it out and rummaging inside. I took that opportunity to stroke down his sculpted body, reveling in the hard planes of his physique. “No, fuck no,” he said, his hand working faster. “I don’t fucking believe this.”
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“I don’t have any—”
“I do,” I said quickly. He looked down at me, his hand still in the draw. He slowly pulled it back. “In my purse.” I pointed to his chair.
I’d never seen anybody move so fast in my life. One minute he was there, the next he was coming back with a silver packet in his hand.
I watched eagerly as he took his waistband and the elastic of his underwear, and shoved them down his legs. His cock bobbed out in front of him, thick and ready. My mouth hung open as I stared at it.
And then he was on me, right back to firing me up, his hands all over me, my breasts, my legs, my ass; everywhere.
“Are you ready, baby?” he asked while he reached between us.
I tried to say yes, but it came out a garbled mess when his fingertip slid down between my legs, gliding up and down my slit. I could feel the wetness there already, my body reacting to his exploration of my most intimate space. “It feels…” I closed my eyes when he circled my hard bud. He probed my entrance, slowly pushing his finger inside of me. “…oh, fuck.” I spasmed, my hips moving so he would go further as his finger moved in and out of me.
“Fuck, Luca, I can’t wait much longer.”
I forced my eyes open and cradled his face in my hands. “Stop waiting, Lucian,” I demanded. “I’m ready, I want you.”
Then I felt it. A larger tip, right there, my muscles immediately tightening in fear of the pain that was to come.
“Relax,” he soothed, stroking back my hair and kissing me tenderly. “I’ll take it slow, okay?”
This Lucian was different. He wasn’t demanding like before, he was loving; he was making it special, and I’d fallen hard for him. The look in his eyes as he began to enter me had me doing as he asked, releasing the tension that furled inside.
He’d eased in only the tiniest bit when I felt a sharp sting. I clamped down on my lower lip, but tried not to hold my breath. “Keep going, I’m okay,” I said when he paused.
“Luca, look at me,” he said, stroking my cheek, and I did. “Don’t close your eyes, okay?” He kissed me once, then gazed down at me as he pushed inside, stretching me. “I have to push a little harder, baby.”
Then he did, and I winced as he painfully broke through my barrier, carefully continuing until our bodies met, our pelvis’ together, his stomach against mine. He swiped at my tears with his thumbs.
He moved again, pulling his hips back a fraction before pushing forward, the sting still there as he did. It hurt. With every thrust it fucking hurt, my walls clenching, gripping tight against the pain.
Lucian kept a steady rhythm, slow and controlled. His hot breaths blew over my skin, his chest grazing my nipples, causing them to stand to attention again, and deep in my belly, the faint smolder of the dampened fire came back to life.
“That’s it, baby, relax,” he said, dipping his head to kiss me. He brought a hand up and took my breast, lifting it and rolling my nipple between his finger and thumb. “You feel so good, Luca. So fucking good.”
“Lucian,” I breathed, my toes curling and my fingertips digging into his skin. Each time his pelvis joined mine, he pressed against my clit, sending sparks shooting through me.
He slid his hand down my arm, pulling me off and holding my hand next to my head. When he did the same with the other, he rolled his hips and I cried out in pleasure. Something else was building inside me, quickly, a surge of energy that would burst out at any second.
“Luca,” Lucian
ground out, his jaw clenching. He increased his movements, thrusting faster, causing the pressure to build higher and higher.
“Oh, oh…” I couldn’t form any more words. Every part of my body spasmed, my head rolling back and my spine arching as I ignited from within, each nerve being attacked and turned inside out, and it was fucking incredible. I’d never known anything like it, my body bursting into flames and stealing my breath as Lucian rocked into me, and another tiny pinch as he shuddered above me before slowing down.
He breathed hard. “Fuck, that was amazing.” He brought one of my hands to his mouth and kissed across my knuckles before kissing my lips. “How do you feel?” he asked as he gently pulled out.
I held back my wince. “Great.”
Lucian rolled to his side and took me with him, holding me in his strong arms. He pressed his nose to the top of my head. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
I nodded against his chest, playing with the dips in his muscles. “It hurt at first, but then it was good.” Heat crept to my face. “Then it was great—really great.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, and the more you do it, the better it feels.”
I lifted my head, almost hitting his chin. “Seriously?” I wasn’t an idiot, I knew people loved sex, but what I had just experienced wasn’t anything I could’ve imagined. When Lucian grinned, I blew out a breath. “Then we should do that a lot.”
“When you’re ready again, baby, I’ll be waiting.”
Lucian grabbed his jeans before disappearing into a bathroom joined to his bedroom, giving me a great view of his bare ass, then came back with a wash cloth for me. The warmth soothed my sore area, and when I removed it, I was horrified to see red staining the white fabric. It was normal for a first time, but I still died a little inside.
“Don’t worry about that,” he said, taking it from me, “So don’t be embarrassed.” He handed me my underwear, helping me to put it on. “I gotta say, though, I’d much prefer it if you stayed naked.”
I looked over my bare shoulder at him fastening my bra. He kissed my shoulder, then my nose. “I don’t think that would be a good idea, Lucian,” I said, then chuckled. “Not unless you want everybody to get an eyeful.”
He pulled me back against his still-bare chest. “Let’s get this straight right now,” he said next to my ear. “Nobody will ever see you naked except for me.”
I looked back again. “Because I’m yours?” I asked, batting my eyes.
“You’re mine,” he repeated. “And I’m yours.”
I slipped on my shorts then turned around, pushing him back on the bed and straddling his stomach, careful not to press down underneath. “Because you’re with me, Lucian,” I said, pressing down on his shoulders. “And I’m with you. We have a deal, right?”
One second I was on top, the next I was under him, and I had no idea how he got me there so fast.
“I never break a deal, baby.”
He kissed me again, all thoughts of anybody touching what was mine gone from my thoughts. Lucian Moretz was mine, I was his, and nobody could do a fucking thing about it.
Fuck you, Grace. Fuck you.
Chapter 10
Lucian
“You seeing Luca tonight?” Brady asked.
Fuck, I wanted to, but I couldn’t. I hadn’t gotten her out of my damn mind since I’d taken her virginity the night before. I’d finally remembered to give her my number before she’d left, and we’d been texting back and forth, but I couldn’t do anything more right now. I thought to the tiny bag I’d picked up for her, sitting on my nightstand, but it would have to wait.
“I can’t,” I said, finally.
Brady nodded. “Yeah, not a good idea right before the fight, huh?”
I looked up at him as I wrapped my hands. “No.” I dropped my head back down, trying to concentrate on my work, but images of Luca, her soft curves, her lips, the noises she made when I’d been inside her… I couldn’t focus.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Brady asked, grabbing the fabric and slapping my hand away so he could do the fucking job himself. “Anybody would think you’d…” His face dropped along with his shoulders. “Oh, you didn’t.” When I said nothing and didn’t make eye contact, he stood and began pacing the gym. It was lucky it was in our house. “What the fuck, Lucian? Why the hell did you fuck her?”
I glared at my brother. “None of your fucking business, Brady,” I snapped.
“None of my…?” He blew out a sharp breath. “It’s my business when my brother, my twin brother, is going into the pit and risks getting beaten the fuck up because his head’s not in the game. You need blue balls before a fight, dammit. ”
“I’ll be fine,” I ground out.
“Really? So when you’ve got your damn head in the clouds like you have now, you’ll be fine?”
I grabbed the dangling fabric and continued wrapping my hand. “It’s not like that, Brady.”
He squatted in front of me. “Yeah, you’ve said that a lot lately. Look, it’s fucking obvious she was a—”
“Watch it,” I growled. Something about Luca brought out my mean ass streak. I would defend her with my goddamn life if I had to. “Don’t you fucking talk about her like that.”
“Okay, mister fucking touchy, but you know what I’m saying. I won’t say a word about it to the others, you know that, but you need to wake up and get angry so this fucking asshole doesn’t put you down.”
I knew exactly how to get pissed off enough before my fight tomorrow night, and that was to imagine Luca leaving me for somebody else because she finally woke up and realized I wasn’t good for her after all.
Yeah, I was whipped, but as long as it was Luca who had me tied around her little finger, I didn’t give a single fuck—at all. I’d fallen for the blonde girl—the one whose eyes matched the ocean I’d pulled her from, and I had no regrets.
Damn.
Brady waved his hands. “Listen, bro, after the fight, do whatever—I don’t care.” I raised a brow. “Okay, I do, but what you do with Luca is your business.”
“Yeah it is,” I stated. “What’s your point?”
“Just don’t let Mom and Dad see you fucked up, okay? cos the way you’re acting right now, you’re gonna be, and no amount of ‘it was boxing club’ is gonna cut it this time.” He sighed. “Anyway, I don’t want you to be busted up for Grace’s next party.”
“No party,” I said, shaking my head. I knew there would be, and there was no fucking way after what she did, regardless of what she’d just been through. We still hadn’t talked since she lied about Luca, and I hadn’t seen her since the funeral either.
“Just listen,” he countered, raising his voice. “Parties are fine, out in the open gets noticed. Remember that?” He scratched his head.
I snorted. “Yeah, cos that won’t get around school like it did before.”
“Okay, bad idea.”
“I’ll tell you what. You go to Grace’s, and I’ll go to Luca’s house. That way, you can do… whoever you want to do, and I’ll be with someone that I want to be with.”
“You’re making it difficult already,” he sing-songed. “If Darcy turns up again—”
“Then she turns up. Tell her I’ll be icing my fists, because the way I’m feeling right now, I could get in that pit at the drop of a fucking hat.”
Brady smiled, a fucking smug grin spreading over his face. “There he is. I knew I could piss you off.”
“You did that on purpose?”
Brady slung his arm over my tense as fuck shoulders. “Yeah. Come on, dimples, I could never think bad of you and Luca. Don’t fucking repeat this, okay? I’m happy for you. There, I said it, but it doesn’t mean I don’t fucking worry about what happened between Murph and Grace.”
And that’s what I worried about, too, because the way I felt about Luca, if anybody threatened her safety like they had Grace’s, I had no idea what the fuck I would do.
I punched the bag over and over, sweat trickling dow
n my back and chest like I’d been sitting in a sauna for way too long. I gripped the hard surface, bringing my leg up and striking the side with my knee, the impact so similar to a body, the waist and ribs crushing under the force.
“Harder!” Brady yelled. “Damn it, Lucian, put some fucking effort into it, you pussy!”
I glared at my brother then stepped back, letting a tirade of jabs and hooks shake the bag, making it dance about as I went at it, fueled by his taunts. I grunted with each punch, moving back and snapping a series of roundhouse kicks, then tucked my knee to my chest before shooting forward with the ball of my foot, sending the bag flying back.
I caught the bag, halting it before it could hit me. “Hard enough?” I growled.
Brady grinned. “Yeah. Now, make sure you keep that shit up for tomorrow night.” He walked away, leaving me behind, watching him go.
I stood there, a sweaty mess in the middle of our gym, droplets splashing on the floor around me. I wiped my soaked face with my forearm, then began to unwrap my hands, breathing hard from the exertion, my muscles pumped and aching.
That was nothing compared to what they would feel like in the pit, and I couldn’t wait to get in there. But, it wasn’t an eagerness to fight, it was to get it the fuck over with so I could get to what I really wanted, and that was my girl.
“Blaine took off. He said he had some more shit to deal with, but he would catch up later,” Nate said as he sat. “That was this afternoon. I called him about ten minutes ago, and I can’t get hold of him.”
Brady ran his hands over his head. “Probably with a girl somewhere,” he offered. “You know how he gets sometimes. He can’t have a car, he has to have a girl.”
“He’s got problems,” Charlie said, lounging back and blowing smoke into the air.
“No shit,” I replied, taking the joint from him and taking a long pull. The smoke entered my lungs, and almost immediately, the tension at the back of my neck began to ease. “If he gets caught again—”
“He better not,” Brady snapped. “He won’t get away with it like he did last time—none of us will.”