by A. J. Snyder
Upstairs, Lucas applies an antibacterial ointment to my stitches so very gently. Thankfully, there are only a few, and he said the scar should be minimal. But let's face it, it's not like I'm going to be competing in any beauty pageants anytime soon.
I study his handsome face up close and personal. His bright blue eyes instantly draw me in. Then, I drift down to his perfect nose and perfect mouth. His face looks like it could have been carved out of stone by a famous Greek artist. He has day-old stubble lining his strong jaw, and I find myself wanting to feel it. Is it soft or prickly? And what would his lips feel like against mine?
"You're all set," he says, breaking me out of my reverie. Then, he stands up to throw away the Q-tip he was using into a small trashcan.
"Thank you, Lucas." It seems like all I do lately is thank him, but he does so much for me. I settle into the bed under the covers and watch as he retrieves the sleeping bag from the corner of the room. For the past week that I've been here, he's slept on the floor. And I feel terrible about it.
The thought of having him sleep next to me in the bed makes me feel two things — safe and scared — at the same time.
In the short time since I've been here, I've grown the closest with Lucas. All of the guys are slowly building up a place inside my heart, but Lucas is the one I've spent the most time with.
While he's spreading the bag on the floor, I suddenly blurt his name out. When he turns to look at me with a raised blond brow, I ask, "Would you like to sleep in bed? With me?"
He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his thick throat as he eyes the bed and then turns his attention back to me. "You wouldn't feel…uncomfortable?" he asks gently.
I shake my head. No. In fact, I think I would feel the exact opposite, I think to myself.
"O-okay," he says, suddenly seeming shy, and I have to hold back my grin.
Dressed in dark, low-riding sweatpants and a white t-shirt that clings to his muscular chest, he climbs into the bed next to me after blowing out the candles.
The bed is big enough for both of us, but doesn't leave much room in between. We both roll onto our sides and stare at each other in the dark. There's some light from the moon streaming in around the curtains, but it's hard to make out all of his features.
I inch a little closer, my thighs pressed against his. "Lucas," I whisper in the dark.
"Yeah?"
"Will you…hold me?" I ask quietly.
He hesitates for a moment before answering with, "Sure."
I roll onto my other side, and he presses his front against my back, enveloping me in his arms. His fingertips absentmindedly trail up and down my arm, sending a cold shiver tap-dancing down my spine.
"Are you cold?" he asks.
"No." In fact, I feel like I'm burning up. The heat radiating off of him is only fueling the fire stirring deep inside of me. Without even meaning to do it, I wiggle my backside closer to him. But when I do, I can feel the growing bulge of his cock pressing against my ass.
"Trinity," he warns, his voice guttural. "I'm only human. I only have so much restraint," he bites out.
Sinking my teeth into my lower lip, I wiggle again, and this time he wraps his hand around my waist, halting me. I wait for him to make the next move, and it feels like minutes, hours, years before I finally feel his lips at my neck. He kisses me softly at first, trailing his lips over my heated skin.
Then, I feel his teeth nipping at my sensitive skin before suckling. Hard.
He's marking me. Claiming me as his own. And I welcome it, moaning in pleasure.
His arm at my waist pulls me back against him as he grinds his erection against my ass. "I've wanted you since the moment I first saw you," he confesses against my neck before placing a kiss where his words just touched me.
"I feel the same way," I tell him.
Turning in his arms, I grasp his face in between my palms and pull him in for the kiss I've been waiting so long for. His lips are soft, and the stubble on his jaw is prickly, making the perfect combination and sending me into a tailspin.
He licks at the seam of my lips, begging for an invitation. And when I finally grant him access, he thrusts his tongue into my mouth, devouring me hungrily.
His greedy hands fumble with my shirt, and we break the kiss long enough to slip the material over my head. His hands instantly find my aching breasts, and he kneads them softly while running his calloused thumb over my pebbled nipples.
I groan out loud at the ministration, wanting more of him. So much more.
Lucas pulls away, leaving me aching and needy as he moves off the mattress. I hear the strike of a match, and then there's suddenly light in the room when he lights the candles on the nightstand.
"I want to see you," he tells me, running his tongue over his bottom lip. "All of you." He stands by the edge of the bed and grabs my ankle to pull me towards him. A yelp escapes my mouth at the sudden movement, and he hushes me. "Shh, we don't want anyone barging in on us, do we?"
I shake my head. I couldn't stop this even if the guys did come in. And why does the thought of them watching…or even all of them participating…suddenly turn me on a thousand times more?
Pushing that crazy thought out of my head, I focus on Lucas as he tears my shorts off. Falling to his knees, he parts my thighs and places a trail of kisses from my knee up to my inner thigh.
His hot breath skims across my skin, sending a tremor through me in anticipation. And when his tongue glides along my slit, I can barely hold back the gasp and moan of pleasure. He gently pushes a finger inside of me, curving it to stroke against my front wall, and I have to hold back a scream.
I sit up, leaning back on my hands as I watch him devouring me between my legs. And it's the most erotic sight I've ever seen. His eyes meet mine as I cry out his name.
My frantic cries do not stop his torturous ways, however. And pretty soon I'm a trembling mess as he continues to sweep his tongue over my clit again and again.
"I want you to come for me, Trinity," he growls as he adds another finger inside of me, stroking me to oblivion.
And when he begins working his tongue over my center again, I'm unable to hold back any longer, and I suddenly shatter around his mouth.
I fall back on the bed and slap a hand over my lips to stop myself from crying out, but it's so damn hard as I ride wave after wave of pleasure from his talented tongue.
My ragged breaths fill the room, and it takes me a while to come back down to earth.
With a satisfied smirk on his face, Lucas rises and strips off his shirt, revealing a perfect body to match his perfectly handsome face. And when he drops his shorts, I swallow hard at the sight of his impossibly long and thick cock bobbing between his muscular thighs.
He strokes himself as he instructs me to move to the middle of the bed. After I'm where he wants me, Lucas crawls between my legs, planting kisses along the way. My body is vibrating with lust under him, and I can feel my inner core tightening in anticipation.
"Please," I beg him, not wanting to wait another second without him inside of me.
Lucas lines himself up and then enters me, filling me slowly inch by glorious inch. Groaning loudly, he cages me in under him, securing his weight on his bulging biceps. Our faces are close, and I can see the anguish on his face as he takes his time entering me to make sure he's not hurting me.
I didn't know how my first time with Lucas would be, but this is how I imagined it — him making love to me without a sense of urgency or apprehension.
Wrapping my hand around the nape of his neck, I pull his mouth down to mine. We kiss slow. We fuck slow.
But soon it's not enough.
Our kiss gradually becomes heated; lips and teeth clashing. He begins fucking me with deep thrusts, driving me up the wall crazy with desire.
We just can't get close enough or get enough of each other, and I've never experienced that before. It's new and exciting and perfection all at the same time.
It's us.
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p; "Fuck, you're perfect, Trinity. You feel so damn good," he pants, his breathing harsh against my neck.
He feels impossibly thick inside me, and I groan as he stretches me, my fingernails digging into his firm ass as he drives his cock in and out of me in a relentless rhythm.
I can feel the pleasure quickly building up inside of me, and it's not long before I reach the precipice and tumble over, my orgasm unfolding in a rush.
"Fuck yes," he hisses in my ear as my inner walls squeeze him tightly.
"Lucas!" I cry out.
He fucks me so deeply that it prolongs my orgasm until I'm nothing but a quivering mess underneath him. "That’s it, baby," he whispers. Then, he slams into me one final time before he quickly pulls out, his warm seed spilling out over my stomach and pussy.
Lucas falls to the bed beside me, quickly blowing out the candles before pulling me into his arms as we try to catch our breath. I can hear his racing heart beneath my ear, and it soothes me to no end.
In the quiet and still darkness, Lucas whispers, "That was perfect."
I nod against his muscular chest. "It was." I place a kiss to his heated skin and then snuggle close beside him.
And pretty soon sleep consumes us both.
CHAPTER 12
CARTER
LUCAS AND TRINITY are late coming down to breakfast, and the rest of us all have an idea why. Jack, Owen and I already talked, and we all agreed on the same thing — we heard Lucas and Trinity getting it on last night.
And none of us are happy about it.
In fact, I'm downright pissed.
And as the two of them enter the kitchen like a happy fucking couple, holding hands and smiling at each other like the world is nothing but fucking rainbows and puppies, I get even more pissed off. And when I see the small hickey on the side of her neck, it throws me right over the fucking edge.
I kissed her first the other night. And if Lucas didn't get the fucking memo, that means I claimed her first.
Throwing the spatula into the sink, I tell them, "Breakfast was an hour ago. Hope you like cold eggs." And then I stomp out the door like my ass is on fire.
I hear Trinity calling my name as she tears out of the house after me. And then I hear Lucas's voice, and it just adds fuel to the fire.
Once I reach the wooden barn that sits to the west of the house, I rip open the door and head inside. Sunlight shines through the large windows, providing enough natural light to be able to see everything. This building houses mostly farming equipment, and sometimes I like to go here just to think and escape from the world for a bit.
I enjoy tinkering around with the tractors and stuff even though we can't use them because of the noise they would create. But I like to keeping them in working condition just in case this fucking world goes back to normal someday.
I turn just as Trinity marches into the barn closely followed by Lucas.
"Carter, what the fuck is your problem?" Lucas asks, his tone angry and accusatory.
"Excuse the fuck out of me?" I hiss, taking a menacing step towards him. He's definitely pushing all my buttons today. "What the fuck is my problem? Oh, I don't know, Lucas. Maybe me and the guys have a problem with you fucking Trinity last night behind our backs!" I yell at him.
The two of them exchange a guilty look.
I release a bitter laugh in response. "Yeah, we all heard you two last night." I shake my head and run my hand over the back of my neck, looking down at the dirty wooden floorboards. "Fuck, the house is so quiet you can hear a pin drop. And it's not like you two were trying to be quiet or anything."
"Actually we were," Lucas speaks up.
I roll my eyes to the heavens. "Whatever, man. It's just…" I allow my voice to trail off. Fuck, I'm not very good at this shit.
"It's just what, Carter?" Trinity asks, walking over to me and placing her small hand on my biceps.
I stare into her stormy, gray eyes and instantly get lost. "I kissed you first. I wanted to be with you first, Trinity. I really like you," I blurt out and then instantly regret it. I sound like a fucking teenager confessing my crush to a girl who sits in front of me in math class.
Trinity's expression doesn't waver, though. Her hand moves up to my face, and she cups my cheek with her palm. Her touch is so soft and so delicate that I cease breathing.
"I like you too, Carter," she whispers.
She glances back at Lucas, who gives her an almost imperceptible nod. And then, Trinity turns her attention back to me, hooking her hand around my neck and bringing my mouth down to meet hers.
The kiss is fucking magical and just like how it was the other night between us. Her bee-stung lips are soft, and they mold to mine perfectly. My tongue strokes between them and tangles with hers in a heated kiss.
My greedy hands wander over her body, crushing her tight, lithe form closer to me. She's perfect in every way, and it's been way too long for me to be gentle. Hell, when I kissed her that night, I wanted to drag her back to my room like a fucking caveman. And if she keeps kissing me like she is, I may just do that.
We kiss until we're both needy and breathless. And when we part, I see Lucas staring at us with an indecipherable look on his face. He doesn't look upset or mad. No. If anything, he looks…turned on. Just like the other night.
All the jealousy and anger from this morning fuel my next move as I abruptly lift Trinity in my arms and place her down on a workbench. She lets out a small squeak in surprise, but doesn't protest. Instead, she looks up at me with curiosity and lust in her eyes.
Ever since I first laid eyes on her, I've dreamed about doing this. I'm still pissed that Lucas got to experience it with her first and one on one, but at this point I'll take whatever I can get just so I can have her.
I've never been the jealous type, but Trinity gets my blood boiling.
Going to my knees before her, I take my time unbuttoning and unzipping her shorts before sliding them down her beautiful, long legs. She doesn't have any panties on underneath, and it drives me fucking wild.
She's completely bare down there, freshly shaved, and her lips are glistening already with the evidence of her arousal.
Grabbing her legs, I push them apart and place a kiss on her inner thigh. She leans up, gazing at me as I inhale her clean scent. I can't help but wonder if they showered together this morning…if they fucked in the shower…
Growling in frustration at my jealousy, I hook my hands under Trinity's ass and roughly pull her towards my mouth. I take no mercy on her as I devour her, relishing in the sounds of her sudden whimpers and cries.
I lick, suck and bite gently, feasting on her like a desperate, starving man. And I feel like I've been starving for her ever since she first arrived.
I lick the soft lips of her sex as she squirms under me. Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I hold her in place as I focus my efforts on her clit. I want to make her feel everything I give her without being able to move away, and it drives her crazy with lust. She shakes her head back and forth in silent protest, but it's too late to back out of this now. I'm too far gone.
My cock presses painfully against the zipper of my pants as I feast on Trinity. I slip a thick finger inside of her and groan. So damn warm and tight. Fuck, I can't wait to feel her wrapped around my cock.
I lick and nibble her clit before diving back in to claim her. Hard.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Lucas round the bench. When he gets near Trinity, she reaches for him. If she wants him to join in, I'm sure as hell not gonna stop her. I've participated in threesomes before, and they can be fun and hot as fuck.
Lucas unbuttons Trinity's flannel shirt, revealing her perfect, beautiful tits. Her little, rosy nipples are hard, and I watch as he runs his thumbs over them. She presses her tits further into his hands in response, and Lucas massages them, plucking at her nipples.
As Lucas leans down to place his mouth over hers, I bury two thick fingers deep inside her. He swallows down her muffled cries as I curl my fingers and stroke h
er inner walls while working her little, sensitive nub with my tongue.
As I finger fuck her, her juices slide down my hand as the wet walls of her pussy tighten around me, making me groan out loud at the sensation.
I fucking need to be inside of her. It's a need I've never felt before, like I might explode if I don't feel her wrapped around my hard cock soon.
My mouth closes over the little nub of nerve endings, and Trinity shatters around my mouth, gasping my name. And, fuck, my name sounds so hot coming from her sexy, little mouth. It makes my dick hard as stone.
She goes limp under Lucas's hands on the bench as I stand up, unbuttoning and unzipping my pants to free my cock. My hand grips my hard length, and I slowly drag the tip along her wet, swollen seam, teasing her.
She moans at the sensation, and it's music to my ears.
"You want this?" I ask her, and wait for her to nod yes. Then I tell her, "I want you to suck Lucas off while I fuck your tight, little pussy."
Her lust-filled gaze meets mine and then trails up to Lucas, who runs his fingers through her hair and nods reassuringly. Without a word, she begins to unzip Lucas's pants. When his erection bobs free, Trinity's pink tongue darts out and licks around his crown.
And, fuck, it's hot.
When his cock disappears between her bee-stung lips, I'm a fucking goner. Not wanting to wait another second without being inside of her, I bury my dick balls deep into her tight, wet channel.
Trinity cries out around Lucas's cock, and it spurs me on to take her harder and faster. I piston my hips, my cock gliding easily against her slick walls. She's so damn wet for me. I hiss out through clenched teeth. Fuck, she feels amazing.
I can't take my eyes off the two of them. How she looks lovingly up at him, and how he gazes down at her like she's his whole world as he slowly fucks her wet mouth. Fuck, they have an unbreakable connection. And I suddenly want that with Trinity too.
I want her to look at me as if I could save her from the world burning down around us.
Grasping her hips in a bruising grip, I pump in and out of her. Taking her raw like this only makes my cock grow harder and longer inside of her. I've never had sex without a condom before, but it's not like we really have much of a choice now. And I know we're all clean; we've told each other as much in the past.