Page 37 of White Room Virgin

Only then did he look up, stub out his cigarette, and stroke his face. But he didn’t give me an answer.

“You left on Saturday without saying goodbye,” I said with my back to him as I filled my glass. “Where were you?”

A chair scraped across the floor behind me. Lu was probably in one of his dark moods again when he ignored me and disappeared into his room without a word. But he put his arms around me from behind and held me tight.

“Lu!” I said, startled, and put the juice down. I stayed like that for a while, hoping he would let go again.

But the opposite happened. He even snuggled up to me. I could feel his warm body and his pelvis pressing against my buttocks. He slowly ran his hand up over my chest and placed it against my throat. Then he kissed me tenderly below the ear. Hearing his breath so close to me sent a shiver through my body and awakened a desire in me.

Startled by this, I pulled away from him and turned around. His dark green eyes gleamed as he looked at me with bated breath. This would have been my chance to leave, but I couldn’t tear my gaze away from him. Time seemed to stand still for a moment, and my heart pounded loudly in my chest, taking my breath away.

We stood face to face at eye level. His honey-blond hair was disheveled; he was somehow pale and seemed overtired, but his eyes gleamed with passionate intensity. I could do nothing but look at him and wonder how long the sight of him had had such an effect on me. He tenderly caressed my neck, placed his hand gently on my nape, and kissed me deeply.

All my worries melted away and I surrendered to a world that seemed to move in slow motion. My body felt warm and light, almost weightless, and I put my hands on his hips. I wanted to feel his waist, like that time in the stairwell. When I felt his tongue in my mouth, I thrust mine toward him. He tasted of beer and cigarettes, but I didn’t mind. I couldn’t get enough of him. Everything felt so light.

I closed my eyes and surrendered.

Lucien pressed himself against me, and his warmth heated me up even more. The blood pooled in my middle and made my pants tighter and tighter. It was only when I felt his hardness against mine that I came back to my senses.Shit!And yet, ashort moan escaped me. I quickly grabbed his head with both hands and pushed him off me.

It couldn’t be. No! It can’t be!

Before I knew it, Lucien sank to his knees, unzipped my pants, and pulled them down along with my boxer briefs.

“What …”

“You’ll like it,” he said curtly and took my member in his mouth.

Holy … ahhh …

I didn’t know what hit me. There was this overwhelming feeling, with my heartbeat pumping more blood to my core. It took me a few seconds to realize what exactly Lucien was doing. When my brain finally realized what was happening, it wasn’t just my cock that stiffened, but my whole body. Stunned, I clung to the kitchen counter behind me.

Lucien moved his head back. “Don’t worry,” he whispered and massaged my stiff member. “Relax and enjoy it.”

Just seeing him on his knees in front of me excited me, but when he opened his mouth again and took me inside him, I gasped and covered my mouth with one hand.

Lucien circled my tip with his tongue and massaged my testicles at the same time. He caressed my shaft, licked the seam devotedly, and then he put both hands on my hips and took me so deep inside him that I thought I could feel his uvula.

He stretched his neck and made a soft choking sound, but that didn’t stop him from continuing. The warmth enveloping me, the moisture, the tightness in his mouth—it was driving me crazy. My cock pulsated and I felt dizzy. With my heart racing, I stared at his honey-blond hair the whole time, watching his head move back and forth in my lap.

When he looked up at me with a greedy gaze, I was suddenly overwhelmed by feelings I had never experienced before. Lusimply blew my mind, and I couldn’t tear myself away from his dark green eyes or his mouth.

He should keep going.

Never stop.

And he kept going—full of devotion and affection. Sucking me into him and driving me further and further away from my convictions. I gasped louder and louder, biting my lower lip, but it was no use. The noises I was making were so full of lust and desire that my own noises threatened to pull the rug out from under me.

Finally, I grabbed hold of Lucien’s head, clutched his hair tightly, and followed his movements with my hands. Overwhelmed, I threw my head back and gradually lost my breath. My eyes kept closing, and I was on the verge of cumming. But Lucien skillfully delayed it several times by pulling out in time. He obviously enjoyed torturing me.

When I looked down at him again, he was licking his lips and rubbing my cock. “Fuck my mouth.” His words were barely a whisper, but his eyes made it clear to me that he was serious.

I gaped at him as if paralyzed.

What kind of game is this?

My mind had long since given up, and the tugging in my core only wanted one thing. I still clung to his head and was relieved when he took me in again. But this time, he moved back and forth more slowly, setting my lust on fire.

I moved my pelvis, slowly and carefully at first, but then faster and faster. Completely overwhelmed by the burning desire to sink myself deep inside him, I was dominated only by lust. I lost my temper, thrusting faster and harder as I held his head and moaned louder and louder.

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