Yes, I could cum like this, I thought. Easily. If he continued, which I had no doubts he would, except...
His hand across my breasts shifted to the side now. He grabbed one of my breasts in his hand, squeezing it tight with his fingers and his palm. Then he dug his fingertips into my soft flesh, letting them slide closer to the center while the slippery slickness of the shower water cascaded against us. Inwards, more, until he had my nipple tight between three of his fingers: index, middle, and thumb.
He rolled it, then squeezed it, pinching and pulling, back to rolling. Oh God, this was becoming difficult.
Not difficult, but my mind wasn't sure where to focus anymore. I felt his fingers rubbing my clit side to side, tempting me into further arousal, then his other fingers on my nipple, soft and sweet, then hard and rough. As soon as one sensation gained ground and became the dominant one, he eased up and let the other take its place. My clit, pounding, yes, more, almost as if I could feel my heart beating beneath his fingertips as he teased my sensitive nub. Then softening, less, but my nipple took its place. He squeezed and pulled and groped until I could have sworn I really did feel my heartbeat there, beneath my chest yet making an outward appearance on my hardened nub.
Somewhere deep inside, I realized that maybe this was exactly what Lucent had in mind. I wondered if he could feel it, too. I wondered if he could feel my body betraying me, my heart quickening, lust driving through me, pounding, faster and faster. Jumping back and forth, clit to nipple, pussy to breast. When my one nipple was becoming sore and less sensitive than before, he moved to the other, manipulating that one. When I was on the brink, close to the edge from his teasing between my legs, he stopped and slid two fingers deep inside me, forcing me away from my climax.
I wanted to cum. I wanted to. I needed it. I needed him. I wanted to cum for Lucent, to give him my orgasm and my arousal, but he kept postponing it and staving it off, refusing to allow me my climax in one way or another. His fingers played my body with artful precision, creating sweet music within my soul. It was a sound I loved, but this song became even better if he... if he just... there... yes... continue... no! No, no, no, it was almost there, almost to the good part, but he'd switched tracks completely, transitioning to a different beat.
This was all well and good, and I would have been fine with it, albeit somewhat frustrated, except then the door to the bathroom opened. We were standing behind the shower curtain, so whomever it was couldn't exactly see us, but the realization that we were no longer alone in the bathroom startled me away from my impending orgasm.
Our intruder closed the bathroom door after they entered, then cleared their throat. It was a masculine, rugged sound.
A short while later, Asher said, "Sorry to interrupt you both, but we have company."
Lucent pressed his lips close to my ear and whispered to me, low enough so that Asher couldn't hear us. "Shh," he said. "Don't speak. Continue as you were, Miss Tanner. This changes nothing."
It changes nothing? Um... I didn't know if he realized this, but Asher was right there in the bathroom with us. I couldn't very well just ignore that fact and let Lucent bring me to orgasm right... ooh...
He stopped teasing me like he had been before, and started getting down to some rather serious business. His fingers focused on my pleasure, building me up and keeping me there, instead of letting me fall back down like he had been.
I bit my bottom lip, forgetting myself for a moment. That worked for all of two seconds until Lucent started talking to Asher.
"What do you mean by that?" Lucent asked. "Company, Mr. Landseer?"
"It's probably nothing," Asher said. "There was a police officer at the door. Jessika's taking care of it."
My eyes widened. Um... this definitely wasn't good. No. Not at all. Not even a little good. Honestly, it was extremely bad. Was he in the apartment?
"What did he want?" Lucent asked.
Along with that, he must have sensed my alarm, because he took drastic measures. Peeling himself away from my body for a moment, he bent me forward, removing his fingers from my clit so he could grab his cock instead. Insistent and demanding, he guided himself towards my sex, burying his shaft inside me. I almost let out a gasp of surprise, but he moved his hand away from my breast and covered my mouth, stifling any sound I could have possibly made.
"Shh, Miss Tanner," he whispered. "As I said, this changes nothing. Or perhaps it changes everything. You heard Mr. Landseer, did you not? If the officer is here under suspicion that we are also here, then this may be the last time we'll be able to enjoy each other like this. I hope not. I daresay I don't plan on finishing our relationship in a manner such as this, but it is a distinct possibility, unfortunately. Do you understand?"
Asher was talking in the background while Lucent whispered to me, all but confirming Lucent's words. From what Asher could hear through the door, which wasn't all that much, the police officer had suspicions that we were here, and...
And that was it. I was lost. Lucent rocked back and forth, pushing in and out of me. His fingers stroked at my clit, begging me to give myself to him. Gentle now, no longer pinching and bringing a hint of pain to my pleasure, Lucent rolled my nipple between his finger, tweaking my passion higher and higher.
I was worked up. I was wanton and willing and needy. Greedy, perhaps. I needed and wanted this. I had started something earlier, but Lucent planned on finishing it.
"Cum for me," he whispered. "Just me. I don't want to lose you, Elise. Please, give yourself to me."
I did. While he slowly pushed in and out of me, my body relaxed enough to give in to his demands. This was softer and more sensual than before, though. I squeezed and clutched at his cock, my orgasm building and growing beneath his touch. He continued stroking me, small thrusts pushing into me, his cock twitching and throbbing inside my smooth, slippery core.
"Soon," he said. "It's just us. Soon."
I knew what he meant and what he was saying. Soon he would, too. Soon he would fill me, he would cum inside of me, join his pleasure with mine. I felt him tense and he pulled me tight against his body, driving his cock as deep into me as he could. Then he did, he filled me with his seed. He never stopped touching me and holding me, though. We embraced like lovers, except maybe different, too; more than that. I put my hands on his, one on the back of his hand while he rubbed lightly at my clit, and the other on the back of the hand he was using to knead my breast and tease my nipple. I leaned my head back, resting it on his chest and his shoulder. I ignored the sound of Asher's voice explaining our dire situation, instead finding favor and comfort in the gentle rhythm of the shower water.
I didn't want to stop. I didn't want to lose Lucent. I didn't want to leave this shower. I wanted to stay like this forever, feel him inside of me for an eternity, be connected and together and complete for a lifetime and more.
"Please, Lucent," I whispered. "I don't care about anything else, but please don't leave me? I don't want you to be arrested."
He smiled, kissing the side of my cheek. "I know," he said. "Unfortunately I'm not sure there's anything more either of us can do. I thought we had more time, but it appears my luck has run out. Please don't be scared. I can protect you. They're pursuing me, not you. You were dragged into this against your will, Miss Tanner. It's for the best."
We cleaned off. I wish I could say I knew what Asher was saying, and what he and Lucent were discussing, but to be honest it was all somewhat of a blur. The post-orgasmic bliss of my body melded seamlessly with the undertones of fear and regret building in my mind, both sensations and thoughts burying themselves in my chest and the pit of my stomach. I felt nervous, yet excited; scared, yet aroused. I felt... I didn't know what I felt.
I didn't want this to happen. I didn't want any of it to happen. What if he'd just listened to me that day? I told him I never wanted to go to the party. I told him. I didn't do well at large events, and Lucent knew that, but he told me I needed to go. He wouldn't let me do anything else, a
nd so I went, but...
But maybe that was fine. Maybe that wasn't it. If we hadn't snuck into the secret passageways at the Landseer estate when the fire alarms went off, we... no, that wasn't true. Maybe we wouldn't be in this exact predicament, but the thief we'd encountered would have escaped with the hard drive containing all of Lucent's secret information.
And then what? Would he have blackmailed Lucent? That hard drive might have landed Lucent in trouble with the law much quicker and more easily than our flight from the mansion and subsequent hiding would have.
What was the proper choice, then? The correct one? How far back did this all go? Was there any way to stop it?
Yes, I thought. I could have stopped it by never falling in love with him. I could have stopped this if I'd done the sane thing and left the library early the day of the blizzard. Margaret tried to get me to, I remembered. She wanted to leave early because no one had come into the library in hours, and I told her to go ahead. She said I should come, too, but... no, I didn't. I fell asleep instead. On accident, of course, but when I'd woken up, Lucent was there, standing over me, staring down at me.
That's how it all started. I could have stopped it multiple times since then, though. I could have left the library with Margaret. When Lucent tried to leave me, tried to tell me that we couldn't see each other ever again, I could have stopped then, too. I could have listened to him, could have understood him. I didn't. I never did. I never listened.
I wasn't a very good submissive. The thought made me laugh. That was all he wanted, but I couldn't give him that. And all I wanted was for him to stay with me, but now it seemed like he couldn't give me that, either.
We couldn't give each other what we wanted, and apparently we'd never be able to, either.
How long would he be imprisoned? Would it be a short sentence? A few months? No, I doubted it. Longer? Years? Decades...?
I could visit him, I thought. I would want to, but I knew it wouldn't be enough, either. Sitting in a chair while speaking to Lucent from behind a thick sheet of glass, each of us watching the other, him in bright orange prison garb. I wouldn't even be able to touch him. I just wanted to touch him. I just...
We were clean. The shower was off. I didn't want to leave. I didn't want to go outside. Stay with me, Lucent. I pleaded with him with my eyes. Please don't go. If we don't leave the bathroom they'll never know we're here.
Someone knocked on the bathroom door. This was it. The end. Nothing more. I'd started writing our story the other day, and I hadn't even managed to finish it all, except apparently it was over. What more could I do?
"Asher?" a female voice called out through the door; it was Jessika. "There's a police officer here. Officer Dean Thompson. He thinks that Lucent and Elise might be hiding in here. He wants to look around. I'm... uh... I'm just a little nervous, though. You know, all that's going on? I asked him to wait until you were done in the bathroom, so..."
Asher answered her. "Alright, honey. I'll be out in a second. I'm sure everything's going to be fine."
Lucent squeezed me tight, holding me against him.
"Miss Tanner," he said. "I love you."
"I love you, too, Lucent," I said. "But you're going to go to jail. I don't want that. I don't know if I can keep loving you like that. I want to. I want to think that I can be strong and... but I won't be able to see you. I know that's selfish. I'm sorry. I do, I love you. I didn't mean what I just said. I won't stop loving you. I can do it, I promise. I'll visit you as much as I... as I..."
Lucent let out a soft, quiet laugh. "Shh, no one's going to jail. Let's dry off and get dressed. We're going to be fine."
"I don't know how you can say we're going to be fine," I said. "We're not going to be fine. There's a police officer here and he's going to arrest you."
"Do you trust me?" he asked.
"I do trust you," I said. "But it's just that..."
"No," he said. "No 'buts,' Miss Tanner. Except for your delightfully smooth and pert one."
For emphasis, he gave my rear a quick smack. I really didn't know how he could be playful at a time like this. It frustrated me, because I wanted to hold him and squeeze him and hug him and not let go.
"Do you trust me?" he asked again.
"Yes, I trust you."
"Then believe me when I say we're going to be fine. In an hour or less, we'll be walking out of here and by tomorrow we'll be enjoying ourselves on a beautiful beach in Aruba."
"Do you promise?" I asked.
"Yes. But first we need to dry off and get dressed."
Asher cleared his throat. We hadn't exactly been quiet, so he heard all of what we were saying. I blushed, embarrassed all of a sudden. I didn't think I should be, though. I meant everything I said, but, um... it was just private, you know? I still meant it, and I didn't necessarily mind if someone else knew, but it was private and for Lucent.
"I don't mean to be the bearer of bad news," Asher said from the opposite side of the shower curtain. "There's no towels in here, though. Jessika and I used one yesterday, but looks like that was it. It's in her bedroom."
"This leaves us in difficult predicament, now doesn't it?" Lucent said.
"Not really," I said. Yes, this was good. I needed a distraction, no matter how slight and small it was. Coming up with a solution to this minor problem kept me from thinking about Lucent being arrested and going to jail.
"Do you trust me, too, Lucent?" I asked him. I wiggled around in his arms until we were standing face to face instead of my back to his chest. I was clean now, though it was mostly his doing. We hadn't exactly had time to wash our hair, but the rest of our bodies had been soaped up and rinsed off. It was still kind of a blur to me, because I'd been distracted, but I knew it had happened, and...
Well, we needed to dry off, and I needed Lucent to trust me as much as I trusted him.
"Of course," he said. "I do. I trust you completely."
"Good," I said. "Because I have a plan."
"I'm all ears," Lucent said, smiling.
***
My plan was a simple one. Since Jessika had let me borrow some of her clothes to change into, I no longer needed my dress. It wasn't exactly ideal, but it worked well enough to dry us off, especially considering we only needed to dry our bodies. Lucent's hair was more wet than mine, but it was shorter, so it worked out fine and dried a lot faster.
When I asked him, Asher readily handed me my dress and Lucent and I did our best to dry as much of ourselves off as we could. Then Asher gave us both our clothes. I supposed maybe Lucent wouldn't mind changing in front of Asher, but I kind of did, because, um... because that was a little strange. I didn't exactly want Jessika's husband to see me naked or anything.
We changed behind the shower curtain, feet still wet from the dampness left on the bottom of the bathtub. It was a little cramped in here, but we made do with the space we had. Lucent put on his pants first, and I opted for the t-shirt I'd borrowed. When I went to put on Jessika's old pair of jeans, Lucent reached into his pocket and offered me my panties.
I almost laughed, but stopped myself before I did. I didn't know how I would have explained a random fit of laughter to Asher. Not that I needed to, but it seemed best to err on the side of caution, especially considering we weren't supposed to be here and random female laughter coming from the bathroom might arouse the suspicion of the police officer somewhere outside the bathroom.
Lucent said he had a plan, and I trusted him, but I wasn't sure what this plan involved. Bribing a police officer? Somehow sneaking out of the bathroom without him noticing? I hoped it didn't turn violent, but that seemed like a distinct possibility, too. He refused to tell me.
Also, I refused to accept my panties. I grinned at him and shook my head. I did take them, but only to stuff them back in his pocket.
"Really now, Miss Tanner?" he asked me, sly smirk and hushed tone.
"You keep them," I whispered. "It's incentive."
He lifted one brow, giving me a peculiar
glance. "Incentive for what exactly?"
"Incentive to get us out of here safely, because once you do, and when we're alone together, all you need to do is convince me out of my pants, and..."
I let the last of that idea linger. I mean, it probably didn't need to linger. I wasn't exactly subtle right then and there. I just wanted to be flirty and silly and fun for a brief moment. I wasn't sure how many moments like this we had left together, to be honest. I hoped we had a lot more, so many more, but it seemed like maybe we should cherish the ones we had before we lost them.
"You'll be safe," Lucent said. "Always, Miss Tanner. I would never hurt you. I promise to protect you."
"I love you, Lucent," I said. We were dressed now. I snuck up on tiptoes and gave him a quick kiss.
"I love you, too, Elise," he said; my name, something special and important. He returned my kiss with one of his own.
His hands moved to my waist and he held me like that, pulling me closer to him, but not urgent or needy. It was safe, comfortable, soft and sweet and nice. It was love; it was us.
It lasted a long time, but perhaps not long enough for my liking. When we broke away, Lucent smiled down at me.
"Shall we?" he asked.
"If you think it's a good idea," I said.
Lucent pushed aside the shower curtain, sliding it away with a flourish and revealing us to the outside world. Or, at least revealing us to Asher, who was idly sitting on the turned down toilet seat. He looked absolutely nothing like the image of a billionaire CEO of a huge corporate enterprise, and the sight of him made me laugh.
Asher grinned at me. "You like that, huh?"
"Please forgive Miss Tanner's inopportune moment of amusement," Lucent said.
I stuck out my tongue and rolled my eyes at him. I might have done more, but Lucent swooped in and kissed the tip of my stuck out tongue. What... um... what? I didn't even know that was a thing someone could do, but he'd just done it, so...
"Everything's going to be fine," Asher said with an odd sense of honest confidence. "I'm sure of it."
I didn't know how he could be sure of it, but I wanted to believe it, too.
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