“No, I just know how to get what I want.” He released me from the bustier and I took a deep breath.
“That feels so good. I never knew how nice taking a deep breath was until right now.” He smiled and kissed down my neck, licking and biting, and with the addition of the tongue barbell, I was a quivering mess by the time he used it to stroke one of my ni**les.
Somewhere along the line the panties went the way of all of my other clothes and we were both naked and sweaty and ready.
“I want your mouth on my cock,” he said as he looked down at me. Hey, at least he’d said something first instead of shoving it into my face like some guys did. Nothing made me feel sexier than a penis and a hairy ball sack being shoved in my mouth when I least expected it.
“You do, do you?” I moved my hands down and stroked him.
“Yes,” he said, and I scooted down and he moved up, and I took him in my mouth. Once again, I am not a blowjob master, but with my hands, I could do pretty well. I hadn’t been going very long when he grabbed my chin and moved my head away.
“I don’t want to come in your mouth. I want to be inside you.” Aw, how considerate. I propped myself up on my elbows and he shifted me back up and laid my head on his pillows. He smiled before he moved down my body and settled his face between my legs. I was so looking forward to what else he could do with that tongue ring.
I parted my legs for him and he stroked my leg almost absentmindedly. What was he doing? I wanted his mouth on me. RIGHT NOW. He couldn’t tease me like that and then not follow through.
“If you don’t lick me right now, you’re fired,” I said and he laughed against the inside of my thigh.
“I was just making sure that was what you wanted, Miss Clarke,” he said before he licked me up and down.
Every curse word and expletive exploded in my brain and I fisted the sheets as he licked me again before taking my piercing into his mouth. My piercing was designed to stimulate me in that area already, but in addition with the little ball on his tongue ring, I was coming undone in only a matter of moments.
“Are you enjoying your coffee, Miss Clarke?” he said smiling up at me and that almost did it.
“Get back to work, Mr. Blaine,” I said, stroking his hair.
So he did. Moments later I was in the grips of a powerful orgasm. He let me ride it before going back again, and wringing a second out of me right away, one even more powerful than the first.
“Fuuuuuck, Lucas.”
“Lucah,” he said as he kissed his way back up my body. “Just for tonight, could you call me Lucah?” He stared at me and I watched a storm swirl in his eyes.
“Please say it for me.”
“Lucah,” I said and before I could ask him why he wanted me to call him that, his mouth was on my mouth and he was reaching into the drawer for a condom.
Then he was inside and I would call him whatever the f**k he wanted. The sex was faster this time, but not quite the pace of when we’d been in the conference room.
“Come for me, Sunshine,” he growled before another orgasm tore through me and I came calling his name. Or the name he’d asked me to call him. I don’t really remember. I could have yelled out some combination of the two for all I knew.
He held me and we locked eyes with him still inside me.
“Can I get a raise?”
14
When I said only one night, I meant it, which also meant that we had a lot of sexual ground to cover in a short time. Lucas (or Lucah) was open to anything, so we did it. Sometimes it didn’t work out and we’d end up giggling and kissing, but when the sun finally started to come up, we’d had each other in almost every way you can have a person, and my body was exhausted. I also really, really needed a shower. And coffee. And sleep.
“Are you awake?” Lucas whispered in my ear before kissing my earlobe.
“No. You’ve even f**ked the sleep out of me.” I rolled toward him and smiled.
“Then my job here is done, Miss Clarke.” He stroked my arm and the sun lit up his hair like fire. He kissed my shoulder.
“Are you hungry? I can make some breakfast if you want to shower.”
“Are you a mind reader now, too?” He kissed my cheek, slapped my ass and then went to the kitchen. I rolled my eyes and crawled out of bed. Huh, my legs did work. A few hours ago, didn’t think I was ever going to be able to use them again.
I stumbled to the shower and ended up using his products since they were my only option. Besides, I liked smelling like him. I cut the shower short and went back into the kitchen in a towel. He was still naked and doing something with a frying pan.
“Isn’t cooking naked a little dangerous? Flaming grease and all that?”
“I cook my bacon in the oven and I think I can handle pancakes without bodily injury. Did you enjoy your shower?” He kissed my hair and sniffed it, smiling.
“I did. And thanks for the extra toothbrush. That was very nice of you.”
“I thought I should have it. Just in case.”
“In case for me, or in case for someone else?”
“In case for you.” I kissed his shoulder and stood next to him as he flipped a stack of fluffy and golden pancakes onto a plate.
Before we ate he put on some boxers, and I put on one of his shirts and we sat on his couch to eat. He flipped the television on and handed me the remote.
“I know how women are with the remote, so I’m handing over control now.”
“Um, excuse me? How are women with the remote?”
He looked at me like I was dense.
“Women always want to control the remote. It’s easier if I just let you have it than fight over it. I gotta pick my battles.” He shoved a bite of pancakes in his mouth.
“Um, I’m pretty sure that’s bullshit because men are the ones who always want control of the remote.”
“Only because women are bad at using it.” Oh, he was baiting me and I knew it, but I didn’t care.
“Yeah, well I’m going to use this remote to bash you in the head,” I said before I changed the channel. I skipped around until I found a channel that showed old cartoons. Wile E. Coyote was busy chasing the Roadrunner and I laughed and set the remote back on the coffee table.
“Cartoons?” Lucas said.
“You have a problem with how I use the remote and what I pick?”
He shook his head. “No, actually. This is what I would have picked.” A beat of silence passed and it felt like it meant more than we picked the same thing to watch.