Page 75 of A Totally Platonic Thing
I went limp under him, my head spinning dizzily, the words pouring out of me. “Please, Lucas. I need you inside me. I don’t care if it’s your tongue or your fingers or your cock, I need you to fill me up and—”
His finger pushed in, dry and a little too harsh, but exactly what I needed, and I wailed and begged for it some more, losing myself completely when he pulled that finger out and let me go, climbing off the bed. I knew what came next, and now I didn’t want to fight it. I pushed myself up onto my knees, my arms too weak from being restrained to help much, leaving me face down and ass up. Just the way he wanted me.
“Jesus, you look so fucking good,” Lucas growled, and then he pried my cheeks apart and put his mouth on me.
He ate me out until I was a wriggling, sobbing mess, begging and pleading and…I realized, as I heard the words leaving my mouth, telling him I loved him, over and over again. How much I’d missed him, and how I loved him more than anything in the world, and I needed him to never make me be apart from him again.
Lucas gave me one last lick and turned me over again, gently this time, leaning down over me.
He wiped his forearm across his mouth, leaving his lips still shiny and red. Those lips and those eyes and his everything. I loved him so much.
“I love you,” I whispered again, and watched in awe as a look came into Lucas’s eyes that I’d never seen before.
From him, from anyone. I’d never even imagined that someone would look at me like that, like I was his whole world.
“I’m never going to leave you alone,” he said. “It doesn’t matter what you do. It doesn’t matter. I love you, Chris.”
“I’m never going to do anything to make you want to.” I tried to swallow down the lump in my throat, but it didn’t go anywhere. My vision got all blurry. Dammit. Would Lucas think I was stupid for crying during sex? “I’m sorry. I’m so pathetic.”
He bent down until his lips just brushed mine, reaching out and burying his hand in my hair, stroking me, petting me.
“You’re perfect.” And then he kissed me, gently, opening my mouth with his tongue as he reached between my legs and opened me up with his fingers, softening me and soothing me until I wrapped my arms around his neck and melted.
When he finally nudged my thighs all the way apart and slid inside, I’d gone boneless, completely open to him. I’d been so empty and lonely, and now I had him where I needed him, in me, filling me up and making me whole.
Lucas kissed along my jaw, nibbled my ear, pressed his face to my neck. I turned my head and nuzzled his ear.
“I love you,” I told him, not because he’d made me, but because I couldn’t even think anything else.
It didn’t take him long to come, but it didn’t matter. I still came again with him, the feeling of his heat deep inside me enough to send me over the edge. The gleam of the sunlight from the window on his broad shoulders, the warmth of his body over me, the safety of being so enclosed and so wrapped up, under him, cozy, home in our bed…
I shuddered with one more aftershock and clenched around him, and he half laughed, half gasped and dropped his forehead down onto my shoulder. I ran my hand up his back and into his hair. It felt so soft between my fingers.
My eyes slid shut.
I never needed anything more than this.
Well, with one little exception. Lucas usually kept his promises, so I felt totally justified in being a little annoyed.
“You promised to tie me to the bed,” I murmured in his ear.
Lucas shifted a little and pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Couldn’t. This isn’t a real bed frame. As soon as I get a job we’ll buy something with lots of slats or bedposts or something.”
I smiled into his hair, and said primly, “It’s a poor workman who blames his too—hey! Stop! Oh, God, Lucas, please…”
He dug his fingers into my ribs mercilessly, no matter how I thrashed and tried to push him off, and he ended up pinning my wrists over my head with one hand and waving the other threateningly over my belly, grinning like a total asshole.
“Lucas!” I squeaked. “If you do that, I swear to God I’m going to hurt you!”
“Oh yeah? You and what army? ’Cause it doesn’t look like I need to tie you down after all. Were you trying to get me to spank you again, or what?”
I stuck out my tongue at him and blew an enormous, epic raspberry.
Lucas’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open. “Are you fucking—oh, that’s it!”
“No, please—” But the hand went for my stomach, and I got my legs around his hips and tried to flip us, and in the process his cock wasn’t inside me anymore, and I laughed until I cried.
Lucas ended up on top of me again, this time with my face in his pillows and his weight stretched out over my back, his cock—totally hard again—nudging between the cheeks of my ass.
