Page 35 of A Totally Platonic Thing
Those words in Lucas’s voice took me out at the knees, and I slumped back against the door. Oh, God.Punish me. I deserved it, and I wanted it, and…I’d gotten his attention.
All of it. Focused on me and only me.
I swallowed, and Lucas reached out one big hand and laid it at the base of my throat across my collarbones. His fingertips dug in a little bit. Not much. But enough.
The threat of it had my breath coming in ragged pants and my cock aching. I clenched the muscles of my ass, needing…well, his hand cracking down on my cheeks would be one thing. Needing more than that, something I couldn’t get but ached for like I’d die if I didn’t have it.
“Chris?” he rumbled, his eyes never leaving mine, boring into me. “Is that what you want?”
Well, he had his hand across my throat and my erection was practically poking him in the leg. My flushed skin must be hot and damp under his palm. Not like I could hide how much I wanted it. Besides, if I denied it then maybe he wouldn’t do it.
Or maybe he’d force me if I denied it. I let out a little bitten-off moan at the thought, and Lucas’s eyes narrowed.
Oh, God, I couldn’t risk it.
Could I?
Shit, I had no freaking experience with this. I’d watched porn, and I’d fantasized, but I’d never had the courage to tell a guy about some of the things I wanted beyond the basics.
I licked my lips, and Lucas’s gaze flicked down and then back up again. When he met my eyes, his lookedhungry. Fuck. Maybe that girl had left him with blue balls. Maybe he’d be thinking about her while he—nope, not going there, that had already gotten me in enough trouble today. Lucas was thinking aboutme. Even if my shitty shenanigans hadn’t accomplished anything else, I’d managed that, at least.
“Please don’t punish me.” The words came out thin and pathetic, because my throat had gotten so tight with nerves and arousal that I could hardly speak. “I know I deserve it. But please don’t.”
Lucas’s lips parted, he hesitated—and he started to pull his hand away. Mine flew up of its own accord and wrapped around his wrist, keeping him there. I pushed his hand against my throat again.
“Please don’t,” I said again, softly. The high of it, of begging for what I wanted by not asking for it, of my arousal—it had my nerves singing. Had me vibrating with it, vibrating almost out of my skin. I smiled at him, a tiny little smile, and widened my eyes, batting my eyelashes at him like that girl with the coffee had been doing.
Lucas was so smart. He’d know what I meant, what I wanted. He knewme.
Lucas’s mouth dropped open all the way, and his fingers flexed convulsively. “You little fucking…are you fucking serious right now? You’re not drunk. You don’t seem drunk.”
“I’m not. I had a few cocktails spaced out since like five o’clock, and I drank a lot of water and danced. I’m not even really tipsy, Lucas.”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he muttered. A long moment passed. Lucas’s cheeks had gone all flushed and his eyes gleamed. “Get on my bed, Chris.” Oh God, he did know. And he wasn’t laughing at me. He tightened his fingers a little bit. “Don’t argue with me or it’ll be worse.”
“You wouldn’t hurt me,” I quavered, only about half pretending. He sounded so freaking intimidating. Like hemeantit. Had I actually made him that angry? I couldn’t be a hundred percent sure he’d picked up what I’d put down, and that tiny, nagging doubt was enough to have me scared.
Mostly turned on and ready to get on my knees and beg.
But also a little scared.
Lucas leaned down the rest of the way, tilting his head a fraction like he meant to kiss me.
That thought froze me to the floor and made my heart do a triple skip. Oh God, oh God, oh God, what if he kissed me? What if he—Lucas’s lips were so close, he’d never been quite this close to our mouths touching, and I wanted, Iwanted—
“Don’t try me,” he whispered, his breath brushing hot over my lips, his hand still resting over the pulse at the base of my throat. “On the bed, Chris. Face down and ass up. Right fucking now.”
I bit my lip hard, but it wasn’t enough to hold in the humiliating, throaty whimper that burst out of me. Lucas let me go. My legs were so wobbly that I almost fell down. But I had to get on his bed. Face down and ass up.
I’d been at school a lot of the day, all hot and sweaty. And then drinking. Dancing at the club. And he was going to be getting all up close and personal with me. He’d think I was gross.
Shit.
“I need a shower.”
Lucas stopped in the act of tugging the blanket straight on his bed. “You what?”
My faceburned, like every bit of blood in my body that wasn’t busy keeping my cock hard had rushed to my cheeks. Obviously none of it had stayed in my brain.
