by Sky Corgan
Flesh
Part Nine
SKY CORGAN
Text copyright 2015 by Sky Corgan.
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CHAPTER ONE
This doesn't seem real. This entire night feels like a dream, a world my imagination conjured up where everything is perfect—the hopelessly romantic desires of a naive girl realized. I feel like if I take one misstep, I'll wake up, and things will be back to the way they were before.
The warm water cascading down my body feels exquisite, but not a fraction as nice as having Lucian's hands on me. He's massaging my scalp, and I occasionally moan from it. Even though we've both exerted ourselves in the bedroom, my body feels wide awake. One glimpse of the tiny beads of water clinging to his muscular frame has my hormones revving up all over again. He looks gorgeous standing under the showerhead, his dark hair pressing flat against his forehead, the water droplets following the curvature of his muscles on their descent to the floor. In the dim light, his body glistens.
We've just made love for the first time. He's touching me with care, not with the need to dominate. I don't know what happened inside of him to cause this change, but I'm enjoying it, perhaps way too much. For me to think that it will last forever is unrealistic. No one changes this drastically in the span of a few hours.
I try not to think about what will happen after tonight because I just want to be locked into this moment. Lucian's hands move from my hair to my shoulders, briefly kneading into the muscle there. Then he slips them around my waist and presses himself against me. I let out a soft sigh, wrapping my hands around his wrists and trying to direct them away from the pudgier parts of my stomach. I definitely don't feel as self-conscious as I did before though.
“Can we stay like this forever?” I ask, realizing how mushy it sounds.
“Nothing lasts forever, Amy,” he tells me.
My heart aches from his words, probably because I take them way too literally. I wonder if a year from now, I'll look back at this as a distant memory. I don't want that.
Lucian's grip loosens around me, and his fingers splay out as they travel up over my ribs. I drop my hands to my sides, allowing him to touch me. I bite my bottom lip and suppress a hissing sound from escaping between my teeth when his deft fingertips press into the soft flesh of my breasts. He cups and squeezes my tits as the heat of his breath pets across my neck before his lips touch me. I crane my head, trying not to smirk when I feel his cock twitch against my ass.
“You're insatiable,” I muse.
“I think you can satiate me.” He nips at my earlobe.
“Do you?” I turn around to face him. There's darkness in his eyes. Lust.
I know I can't resist him. He's far too handsome, and I'm drunk on the thought of a new beginning for us. I'm infatuated with the possibility of him being mine. Mine and only mine. That Flesh can be put behind us. That his dominant nature might smooth into something romantic and passionate. He's very capable of romantic and passionate. He's proven that tonight.
Lucian kisses me beneath the sprinkling of the showerhead. It reminds me of so many movies I've seen where people kiss in the rain. That would be more romantic, but this is certainly the next best thing. Our wet bodies are pressed together, our slick mouths moving and caressing and loving. I taste his tongue, suck on it a bit, explore the cavern of his mouth. He nibbles on my bottom lip, tugs at it, sends a familiar bite of pleasure-pain through me as his teeth clamp down just a bit too hard.
“You make me insatiable,” he mutters against the side of my mouth as he kisses a path to my ear.
I gasp when I feel his hands on my waist roughly turning me around. My feet slip on the tile, and I almost lose my balance.
“Lucian.” I furrow my brow at him in warning.
He grins at me wickedly. “Don't worry, I've got you.”
His hands move down to my hips, clamping around them like an iron cage. He pulls me away from the wall a bit, causing me to slip and panic again. I perilously cling to the wall, my torso bending as I desperately try to support myself.
“What is wrong with—” I turn to snap at him but then cry out instead as he angles himself to thrust inside of me, filling me in one quick motion. “Lucian,” I whimper, pressing my palms against the wall for support.
He grunts as he thrusts into me. It's not as gentle as when we were in the bedroom, but it's still good. From this position, with my body bent awkwardly, my pussy feels tight. The pressure on my insides is unexpected and pleasurable. I try to steady myself as I adjust to the sensation of him pumping in and out of me like this. We've reverted back from lovemaking to fucking, but I don't mind. He gave me what I wanted, and now it's my turn to compromise.
I drop my head between my arms watching the water droplets make patterns on the floor as he bucks into me, the sound of moaning and water spattering and heavy breathing filling the bathroom. The friction builds between my legs. Every once in a while, I can feel his balls slapping up against my pussy, adding a taste of extra stimulation.
I want to press back against him, to show him that I'm enjoying myself, but I'm too scared of losing my balance again. I don't think he'd let me fall though. He has a tight grip on me, and he's using it for leverage, driving into me again and again.
Lucian arches his body so that he's deep within me and rotates his hips. It feels like he's occupying every inch of me, and my core is throbbing on overdrive.
“Oh God, Lucian.” I pant, my nails clawing at the wall though the effort is futile. There's no place for them to land and grip. I wish I was digging them into his flesh, giving him a small bite of pain to go along with his pleasure. He seems to like that.
“You belong to me, Amy,” he tells me matter-of-factually. “Your body is mine. Your pussy is mine.” He bucks his hips when he's deep within me, causing me to whimper as he fills me a bit too much.
My heart is yours, I think, though I dare not say it.
“Lucian, I'm going to...” I squeeze my eyes closed, feeling a swelling sensation at my core. The pleasure of his fucking combined with the heat of the water running between my legs is driving me crazy.
“Good.” His grip tightens on me, and he continues the deep assault, holding me desperately and grinding up into me to the point that my eyes water from the mixture of pleasure and pain. “I want you to feel every bit of me, Amy. I want you to know that all of this is mine. No one else can have you.”
“I do feel it,” I groan. He's so arrogant about his big dick, but it's kind of sexy.
“I'm going to come inside of you now. I'm going to fill you up completely.”
“Please, Lucian.” I can barely breathe, I'm so full of his cock. The thought of him coming inside of me only heightens my pleasure.
The second he starts thrusting long and hard again, I'm lost. All of the pressure that was between my legs releases, tumbling into a fit of contractions as I come all over his cock. My voice leaves my throat in labored whimpers while he pistons in and out of me with such speed that my orgasm is prolonged.
I mumble something inaudible, begging for... I'm not sure what. My body, my emotions, my cunt...everything is on overdrive—everything feels so intense.
And then he stills against me, his dick swelling and twitching. The tiniest moan leaves my lips when I feel his massive cock spurting into me. He pulls me back against him, connecting us as tightly as he can. Warmth floods me, fills me, drips out of me.
“You're f
ucking amazing, Amy. Your body is fucking amazing.” Lucian bucks into me a final time before letting me go.
I take a few short steps toward the wall, resting against it. I finally feel exhausted, like he fucked out the overwhelming amount of energy I've somehow managed to hold onto despite everything we've done. It's gone now. I'm satisfied. All I want to do is crawl into bed and go to sleep.
“Come here.” Lucian pulls me away from the wall. I slip again though when I do fall, it's right into his arms.
“You don't have to be so rough,” I grumble.
He kisses my lips, silencing any other complaints that might have come out of my mouth, not that I have any. I press my palms against his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat. It makes me smile, perhaps because I know that I got him all worked up. Not that I have much to brag about. I can feel my pulse through my pussy, a byproduct of his incredible sexual prowess.
“Are you satiated?” I ask.
“For now.” He tilts his head to the side, looking adorable. How I can think of him as adorable after what he just did, I don't know. But I do. Lucian definitely has his cute moments, though they're few and far between.
“You're so bad.” I lower my gaze.
“You like it that I'm bad,” he whispers into my ear.
I like that he takes what he wants from me. I don't like that he's a bad boy. And I still very much believe that he is.
“Let's get you cleaned up. I don't know about you, but I'm getting pruney.” Lucian grabs a wash cloth and squirts some of his expensive, masculine-smelling body wash onto it before he begins washing between my legs. I blush but allow it. There's something incredibly sweet about him wanting to bathe me, and I don't want to ruin the moment by protesting.
When we're both sufficiently clean, Lucian steps out of the shower first and wraps a towel around his waist. Then he holds a towel open for me. I giggle as he rubs my body down, drying me.
“I'm ticklish,” I warn, but that doesn't deter him. He knew that anyway from when we were at Fleshfest together. “Lucian Reddick, if you don't behave, I'm going to.” I pull away from him when I realize that he's purposely trying to tickle me.
“You're going to what?” He arches an eyebrow, perhaps thinking that there's not much I can do since he's blocking the door.
“I'm going to.” I take my towel off and start winding it up, not caring for once that I'm naked and imperfect.
“Give me a show,” he teases.
“No.” I snap the towel at him, landing a cracking blow to his right thigh. He yelps, his body instantly curling up to place his hand where I struck him.
“I'm so sorry.” My heart drops to the pit of my stomach from his pained cry.
“Jesus, Amy.” He takes a step away from me. “That hurt.”
“I didn't think I'd get you that hard.” I draw my hands up to my mouth, absolutely horrified by my own careless actions.
He screws his face as he rubs out the sting. Then he glances up at me wickedly. “I'm going to make you pay for that.”
“Lucian, no.” I hold up my hands in surrender.
The word no has never stopped him before though, and it doesn't work this time either. He descends on me mercilessly, wrapping me in his powerful arms so that I can't escape and giving me a noogie that makes my head burn.
“Lucian, Goddammit, you're even with me. You're even with me!” I struggle out of his grip and rub my scalp. An eye for an eye with this one.
“Come on, let's go to bed.” He motions towards the bedroom, chuckling.
I glare at him, still rubbing the top of my head as I watch him toss his towel onto the bathroom counter and walk out of the room. That ass. If I wasn't so mad at him, I might want to make grabby hands at it.
Grumbling, I follow him, waiting to see which side of the bed he crawls in on before I climb onto the other side.
“You're not actually mad at me, are you?” he asks when he notices that I'm still scowling. “You hurt me pretty bad, you know.” Lucian points at the spot on his thigh where a big, red welt has formed. I immediately forget about being upset with him and lean down to kiss it better.
As I kiss him, a familiar hunger wells up inside of me. I'm acutely aware that his dick is only a few inches away from my face. It's soft now, but I'm sure I could bring it back to life with a little bit of coaxing. Then again, my pussy is kind of sore, and I'm not sure I could handle the backlash from turning him on again. No doubt, there would be sexual consequences. Maybe some other time.
I gently pat the spot on his thigh before shimmying under the covers. Part of me still can't believe that I'm actually going to spend the night in his bed, but I don't want to over-think it. I just want to enjoy the moment—be happy that I finally cracked his hard exterior.
Lucian turns off his bedside table lamp and then scooches over until I can feel the covers between us part to make space for his body to settle against mine. His hand slides over my side, and I curl my fingers around it, drawing it up to my chest. He's so warm. So comfortable. Far more comfortable than I thought he would be, to be honest. My soft curves complement his hard muscles, molding us together perfectly.
I sigh contentedly, listening to his breathing in the darkness, still amazed at everything that has gone on. We had sex twice tonight, both times were incredible, but the first time seemed to have changed everything between us. His words echo in my head about being afraid. Does that mean he's finally opening his heart to me—that it's not all about sex anymore? I hope so, but only time will tell.
CHAPTER TWO
Lucian is like a ninja, sneaking out of bed early in the morning without disturbing me. I don't know how he does it. Usually, I'm a light sleeper, but this is the second time that I've fallen asleep in a bed with him only to wake up alone.
So much for waking up in his arms.
There's a familiar scent of food wafting in from the kitchen. I lazily pull myself out of bed, not wanting to get dressed but feeling like I have no other choice. My self-confidence faded with the rising sun, and I'm not about to walk into the kitchen naked.
I soak in the delicious soreness between my legs and the smell of Lucian all over me as I dress. The scent of his bodywash clings to my skin, making me feel oddly comforted. Maybe everything we did last night wasn't a dream. Perhaps he really is a changed man. That's wishful thinking though. The best I can hope for is a happy middle-ground. I can take the kink—the blindfolds and restraints—if he'll just stop trying to dominate me completely and then push me away afterward.
I make the bed after I finish getting dressed, a small token to show my affection for him, then I go into the bathroom to brush the tangles out of my hair before finally following my nose to the kitchen. Lucian isn't in the kitchen though. He's in the living room watching the news.
“Hi,” I greet him as I walk into the room.
“Hey.” He beams at me, looking as attractive as always in nothing but black sweatpants. “I made breakfast.”
“I know you did.”
He stands to lead me into the dining room where he seats me before going to retrieve our food. Eggs Benedict is on the menu this morning. It looks fabulous and tastes twice as good as it looks. The man can definitely cook.
“A woman could fall in love with your cooking,” I moan after taking a bite.
“Hopefully, a woman could fall in love with more than that.” He grins at me over his fork, which causes me to blush and avert my eyes. Does he actually want me to fall in love with him? He's sure making it sound like it.
“I need to go after this. I need to get back to my apartment and change for work,” I sigh, wishing it was the weekend so that I could stay with him. We both have work though. It's best if I leave as soon as possible so that I don't interrupt his morning routine too much.
“Tell them you're coming in late.” He gestures at me with his fork before picking up his glass of orange juice and gulping it down.
“Don't you have to work today?” I raise an eyebrow.
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��Today is a rare day.” His eyes widen for effect. “My first patient isn't scheduled for surgery until 11am.”
I smirk. Somehow, I always seem to forget that he's a famous plastic surgeon. He pretty much never talks about work.
“Being a surgeon must be interesting.”
“It is.” He nods. “Sometimes.”
“I bet you see a lot of crazy things.”
“None that I can talk about. Patient confidentiality and all.” His expression suggests that he'd like to talk about some of it.
“Well, I, unfortunately, don't have the luxury of only coming in whenever we have clients.” I screw my face.
“I'm a client.”
“Yeah, so?”
“Just tell them I asked you to come over. They'll understand. After all, I'm a big deal for your company, right?” He looks utterly mischievous, and I can't help but smile.
“I suppose so,” I let out a short laugh before digging in my purse for my phone to leave Tyra a voice-mail. When I'm done, I drop my phone back into my purse and glance up at Lucian. “You're going to have to call her and let her know too. While she trusts me, I doubt she'll take my word alone.”
“Give me your phone.” He rests his arm on the table and opens his hand.
“Call her on your own phone.” I purse my lips.
“What, you don't want her to think we're sleeping together?” he teases.
The answer is no. I'm not sure what Tyra would think if she knew that I was having sex with Lucian. Maybe she wouldn't care. After all, she did want me to do whatever it took to land him as a client. I did that. Then my life became a mess. Hopefully, things are smoothing out now.
“Call her on your own phone.” I squint and quirk my head to the side, showing him that I'm not feeling very playful.
“Fine.” He holds his hands up in surrender. “After we eat, though.”
“Of course.” I nod, scrapping up my last bite of Eggs Benedict with my fork.