Page 17 of There is No Try

“That’s my girl, just like that,” Luc murmurs against me. “Come for me.” He nips at my clit and I shatter on command, dizzy with bliss as my orgasm crashes over me in waves. “Well, it seems we’ll need to try that again. I promised you’d scream my name, and I intend to deliver. Going to make a mess of this cunt before I’m through with you.”

No man has ever spoken to me like this. He’s rivalling characters from romance books I read with Nora, and part of me is wondering how much of this is Lucas or if he’s stolen lines from a hot billionaire romance or even an omegaverse. If he’s using unoriginal material, I may as well do the same. I search my memory of all the sexy things I’ve read for something sultry and seductive to say, but come up empty.

Maybe I should tell him I want him to fill me? No, I don’t think he has a breeding kink. Or I could suggest he fuck me hard and fast? Except, I don’t want him to, at least not tonight.

Brows pinched, he asks, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m trying to work out something,” I admit, though it’s not the full truth.

“Yeah? What’s that, pup?”

My head falls further into the pillow as I groan. “I can’t come up with something sexy to say.”

“Are you serious?” He laughs and moves up my body until his lips are a breath away from mine. In the dark, I can still make out his features, his wide smile is undeniable. “Do you know what would be so fucking hot? Tell me what you think about when you’re touching yourself.”

I gasp, feigning shock. “I can’t tell you that.”

“Close your eyes.” I do and his warm breath tickles my neck as he whispers, “Tell me, Bridget.”

“Don’t you dare laugh.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

As he peppers sweet kisses on my neck and shoulder, I muster all of the courage of the universe to tell him, “You come home late after a match, freshly showered but the light hint of sweat still lingers, even after you were out to celebrating with your mates. I’m already in bed and you slide in next to me. You think it’s yours, but when you realise you’re in my bed, you don’t leave.”

There’s a dip in the mattress and my eyes fly wide. Worry courses through me with the thought he might leave. As my vision adjusts to the dark, I squint to find Lucas stripping naked, then prowling towards me on the bed. “Eyes closed. Keep going.”

I stumble over my words as I continue, “You’d tell me I need to be quiet.” Lucas turns me onto my side and settles behind me, kissing my shoulder. “You fuck me, just like this, playing with my clit.”

Lucas hikes my leg over his opening me for him. His hand wanders down my body until he’s between my legs, gently stroking my sensitive clit. “Like this?” I let out an unintelligible sound in agreement. “Do you want my cock inside you?”

“Yes,” I whimper. “Please.”

He lines himself up and presses in, only an inch. “Are you going to be my good girl and stay quiet while I claim this tight cunt as mine?”

Lucas slides in until he’s fully seated inside me. It takes me a moment to adjust to the stretch, but it feels incredible. He doesn’t move, increasing the pace and pressure on my clit. I wind tighter and tighter, my second orgasm almost in reach.

“All this time, I could’ve been touching you like this.” He nips at my earlobe and I shiver. “So fucking perfect, your cunt was made for me, pup.”

His cock swells inside me, and I whisper into the darkness, “I need more.”

“So greedy.” He chuckles darkly and playfully bites my shoulder. “Where do you want me to come? Deep inside you? Down your throat? Or do you need me to christen your arse tonight?”

“All of it.”

“I’m a talented man, but even I have my limits before we need to get up for the day. Time isn’t on our side.” Thrusting impossibly deeper, I cry out, and he reminds me, “Stay quiet for me, pup.Can’t have the neighbours hearing your sweet moans, those are just for me.”

Luc begins rocking in and out of me at an agonizingly slow pace, yet each time he pushes inside me is more delicious than the last. I’m right on the edge. So close, almost…Fuck. He pulls out and flips me onto my back. Guiding his thick cock back inside me, he’s able to get deeper. My moans are swallowed by his slow, languid kisses I feel all the way to my toes. I wrap my arms around him, gripping his back, needing him closer. There’s an indescribable ache in my chest, as if his soul is tethering to mine. It only takes mere minutes until I’m moaning his name into his mouth, my orgasm barrelling through me. Truly, it wasn’t on purpose, habit has me calling out for him every time I come.

“Such a good fucking girl, making a mess all over my cock.” He thrusts a few more times, short and shallow as my cunt pulses around him, and he finds his own release. “Fuck, Bridge, that was… Fuck.”

“Yeah,” I chuckle.

He kisses me softly and whispers against my lips, “You’re incredible.”

Lucas carefully pulls out of me and sits back on his heels. My words escape me without thinking, “Need me to clean that up with my mouth?” Apparently, in my orgasm haze, I’m able to come up with something sensual to say. I sit up, tucking my legs under me, and reach for him, lowering my mouth to his cock before he can protest. He’s still hard and twitches against my tongue as I lick him clean.

Gliding his hand into my hair, he tugs me off him, and in an instant, his lips are in mine. He growls into my mouth, “I warnedyou, pup.” As we break apart, he adds, “I’ve always been yours, but now that I’ve tasted you and my cum is dripping down your thighs… you’re mine.”

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