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I wrapped my legs around him and even through his jeans I could feel his firm reaction to me. I swayed my hips, rubbing against him and pulling him to me with my legs. The friction against his jeans created a throbbing inside me. He let out a guttural moan and swiftly stood up and grabbed me up like a ragdoll and carried me to the bedroom, our mouths still connected as he carried me.
He sat me down on the bed and I raised my arms over my head for him to pull my top up. I reached for his jeans, eager to get to what was inside. He pulled his own shirt off as I unbuttoned them and started to push them down. I could see him bulging through his boxer-briefs, so I leaned closer, pulling them down out of my way and quickly took him into my mouth. He exhaled and I almost lost it completely when he moaned out my name.
“Oh God, Lucy,” he said through labored breath. Hearing him say my name like that sent a rush of moisture to my panties. But I was enjoying having full control over him. I ran my hands everywhere I could reach sitting down. His ass was perfectly round and equal parts firm and soft somehow. He had my hair in his hands, and I could feel his racing pulse in my mouth and hear his shallow breathing between soft moans.
I felt like I was going to finish just from serving him but before either of us did, he pulled away and reached into the drawer next to the bed as he pushed me back onto the bed. He quickly pulled my skirt down, grabbing my panties with it. I worked my bra off as gracefully as possible as he ripped the edge of a foil square.
Once I knew he had sheathed up, I rolled us over and slowly lowered myself onto him, taking in his full length. We both groaned out together and he tightly held my hips as he threw his head back. Seeing him this way only heightened my excitement. I rocked rhythmically as I kneaded his huge pecks. He was watching me over him with his eyes nearly black, smoldering was an understatement. He felt so good inside me. My whole body was tingling, and I was throbbing around him. His hands on my hypersensitive skin burned, but a burn I wanted to last. I stayed slow and steady, wanting to enjoy this feeling as long as possible. But even slow, my body was overreacting to him, and I could feel my muscles tighten around him. I was trying to hold back my noise level, but then he pushed me over the edge with instruction.
“Let it out, Lucy. I wanna hear how much you like it.” That threw all caution out the damn window.
I rocked harder and faster and could feel him throbbing inside me as my body couldn’t stop the waves any longer. “Oh God, Jason, I’m there, do it with me,” followed by a series of moans that would probably scare the neighbors. But he moaned right along with me, enjoying his release at the same time as he tightened his grip on my hips. I finished off with a final grunt, then fell to his chest.
I laid there with him inside of me still for several minutes as I caught my breath. He was catching his breath, too, and rubbing my back with both hands. He occasionally reached further down for a handful.
His voice was low and breathy, “You have the best ass I’ve seen in my life, Lucy. Just, damn.” I was still laying, and my curls were splayed across my face, so he didn’t see me blushing. Nobody ever complimented my body the way he did. I liked it a lot. I liked this.No, I loved this.
I was feeling pretty loose after that and couldn’t help myself, “Can I tell you something?”
I felt him nod as he continued to rub my back and playing with my hair.
“I’m mad at you,” I said. He shifted under me and grabbed my chin to force me to look up at him.
“Mad? You have a weird way of expressing that, but maybe I should piss you off more?”
I laughed, biting my lip before explaining, “I’m mad,” I paused, almost wishing I hadn’t brought it up. I started nervously running my battered fingertips in small circles on his chest before I continued, “Mad that you didn’t push harder earlier. I’m mad that I’ve been missing this. But, I gotta tell you,” I bit my lip again before finishing, “this makes me nervous. I’m really bad at this.”
He smiled and pulled me back down to his chest and continued rubbing my back. “Well, if you gotta blame me fine. But we’re here now. And maybe you’re not bad, maybe you just were practicing for this.”
I looked up at him. So sultry. And different than normal. His face was relaxed and had a small smile turned up at the corners under his beard almost every time I looked at him now.
“I’m serious. I tend to give up fast or push people away. But this feels different. You’re different. I don’t want to screw this up.”
“I think we’ve both screwed up before, but that was then. That was someone else. This is us, now.” He put his hand up to my face and stroked my cheek and his eyes darkened as he stared at me. “I wish I had done things differently,” he let out a long sigh, “I was afraid. But now that I got you, I won’t let you go easy.” He pulled me to him and kissed me gently as tingles spread throughout me.
“Afraid of me?” I questioned.
“No, never mind. What matters is that we’re here now.” He pressed his warm lips to mine again as he softly grabbed a fistful of my curls briefly before resting his head. A small grin hid beneath his beard.
I finally pulled myself off him and rolled onto the bed, reaching over the side for my clothes.
He pulled me back to him, digging a hand between my legs, “Oh no, those aren’t going back on. Not yet.”
Chapter 13
Jason
Jail wasn’t fun. I was scrambling to get the DJ to show up at the club the next few days when there was a bang on the door. I had already told Jaz I needed to take the night off to be with Luce. As soon as I looked through the peephole I knew. That little shit pressed charges just to be a dick.
But I wasn’t even worried about being in jail. I planned to call the attorney. I was worried about Lucy.
She would be waiting for me to show up and surely would try to reach me. Would she think I was ignoring her? Of course, she would. And she’d be mad. I’d be able to explain myself sure, and she’d forgive me. But after everything that happened to her, everything that happened with us, I couldn’t imagine how hurt she would feel in the moment. And I just couldn’t bear that.
I hadn’t even had my phone call opportunity when I was told my bail was posted. I had to wait a while for processing but figured maybe Jaz found out and took care of it. She knew who to call and what to do if something happened to me.
But when the man came to meet me and handed me the forms, my heart jumped to my throat. Lucy’s name was there as the one who posted bail. He handed me a ziplock bag with my wallet, phone, and keys so I pulled my phone out as we walked across the street. Lucy had blown up my phone over the course of an hour or so then stopped. A part of me broke reading her words, knowing how upset she must have been, but as we approached the office my heart raced as I knew she would be there waiting.
She stood when I walked in and I went to her immediately, still confused on how she was there, standing in front of me. Everything was still so new I almost couldn’t believe she was there. What she had done. We finished there and went back to my place.
