Page 74 of A Totally Platonic Thing
I forced my head up again, because I couldn’t miss this.
Oh, God. Lucas’s blond head bent over me, hands so big and strong pinning my legs, my cock disappearing into his mouth…
My orgasm hit me so hard I wailed, and I came and came into Lucas’s mouth. I heard him choke a little, and I started to gasp out an apology, but he growled around my cock and swallowed me down further, sucking me through the aftershocks, all sloppy and wet.
I went limp, all trembly and barely able to open my eyes.
Lucas let my cock slip out of his mouth. “I told you I wasn’t leaving you hanging.” I blinked my eyes open. Lucas had leaned up over me. “Now I’m going to fuck you until you tell me you love me too.”
“I didn’t do that already?” I sounded drunk, even though I’d never been more sober in my life. I felt drunk, only better. Who needed to drink when they could feel likethis? “Oh! Shit, um, of course you need to fuck it out of me. Or spank me? Until I tell you I love you and beg you to fuck me?”
Lucas grinned at me and pulled his shirt over his head, leaving his glasses all askew. Okay, God, I could come again just looking at him. And then he stood up and started on his jeans. Yep, hard, even though I’d had an orgasm thirty seconds ago.
He detoured to my nightstand and was back in a flash, the bottle of lube in his hand.
“You’re a brat,” he said. “And I love you.”
I stuck my tongue out at him.
I’d expected a reaction to that, but I didn’t even have the chance to blink before he’d lunged at me, grabbing my hips and flipping me over onto my stomach. Everything whirled around me, I tried to get my bearings, and Lucas’s hand came down on my ass with a ringing slap.
When he’d spanked me before, I’d done what he told me, held still, gone passive and taken it. That had been…something else. I’d loved and craved him dishing out real discipline, and I’d want it again sometime when I felt like I didn’t have myself under control and needed a helping hand, so to speak.
But this time he’d said he’d make me. And I wanted him to have to work for it. My whole body buzzed and fizzed with nerves and excitement and arousal, with knowing how much I loved him and how much I wanted to scream it out after he’d spanked me and pinned me and fucked me and straight-up forced it out of me.
My ass stung, and he smacked it again. I yelped and clawed at the bedding, trying to haul myself away from him and escape. Lucas had to restrain my wildly kicking legs, letting out a couple of curses under his breath, but then he pressed them together, climbed on and straddled me, and went for my arms.
I fought him, his hands slipping off my wrists and his weight bouncing on my thighs, his cock brushing over my ass and making me moan.
I lost. He got my wrists pinned at the small of my back, and then he had me, half suffocated with my face in the blanket, my cock so hard again it hurt, my shoulders stretched a little painfully and my whole body completely immobilized.
Lucas leaned down until his lips brushed my ear.
“Tell me you love me, Chris.”
I bucked, barely shifting his weight. “Not happening,” I mumbled into the comforter, the fabric getting in my mouth. Ugh.
“Okay,” he said, in a mild tone that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
And leaned up again, bringing his hand down on my ass withintentthis time. Smack, and smack, and again and again, back and forth until my skin burned and I couldn’t do anything but writhe under him. I started to beg, incoherently even to me: for him to stop, for him not to stop, for his cock, for anything he wanted to do to me.
“You know what you have to do.” He didn’t sound so mild this time.
His hand came down again. Tears stung the corners of my eyes. I moaned, halfway to sobbing, close to my limit but still wantingmore.
But Lucas stopped. He laid his hand on my ass, squeezing a little. I tried to squirm enough to rub my cock against the comforter, and his hand around my wrists tightened as he leaned down, pinning me with his weight. God, that felt so good. So perfect. I couldn’t do anything like this.
His fingers probed between my cheeks. “I love you,” he said hoarsely. “So fucking much, Chris. Do you want my mouth?”
“What do you think?”
“You have a really smart-ass attitude for someone who’s all pinned down and helpless. Isn’t there something you were supposed to say to me?”
I wiggled my ass back and forth. “Please fuck me with your tongue?” I could almost feel it, all hot and wet and filthy, opening me up. My stomach clenched, like all my muscles were tensing in anticipation.
“You going to beg me?” His finger found the center of me, prodding at my hole. Just that little touch on those oversensitive nerves had me pushing up, desperate.
And there it was, that crest of desire where the need to resist peaked and I slid down the other side, wanting to give in more than I wanted to make a game out of it.
