Page 54 of Blood & Lace
My body shuddered. "You talk too fucking much." I snatched a knife out of the dish drain and held it to this throat. "Fuck me, quietly, or I'm leaving."
Lucero’s hands made short work of ripping my clothes off. The fabric strained against my flesh before he threw it to the side. As if the clothes had somehow offended him. Lucero snatched up a bottle of coconut oil on the counter and slathered it on his cock. He pressed his length against mine, and slipped against it slowly, our flesh warm and slick together. I rolled my hips before his hand wrapped around us both and he stroked.
"Fuck, that's better."
Sometimes, he talked too much. We both did. I didn't need to analyze everything about the situation. Didn't need to reflect. This was all I desired from Lucero: His big body on top of minewhile we fell into oblivion together. And when I was done? I would walk away and get my brain back into working order again.
"Lucero, faster," I groaned.
He picked up speed, but it was half-hearted. When I looked at his face, his brow pinched and a frown on his features, I shoved a hand into his chest. Lucero stumbled back.
"Are you really getting an attitude because you can't talk?"
Lucero shrugged.
"Oh, I have had enough of you," I snapped.
I hopped off the counter, grabbed his belt from his pants, and looped it around his neck. When it was fastened into place, I turned, reached back, and guided his cock to my waiting ass. He gasped, a moan rumbling in his chest that now pressed against my back.
"Fuck me," I demanded. "Now."
Lucero slammed inside of me as I gripped the belt and pulled him closer. The crack of his hips against mine was magical, sharp and stinging and hot. I gasped, reaching out to grip the counter while I yanked the belt.
"Harder," I moaned.
He did just that, hips slamming into mine as he panted above me. Lucero's free hand that wasn't gripping my hip laid on top of mine. He laced our fingers together, his grip strong. Even when he couldn't speak, the asshole found some way to make it too soft, too loving, too… real.
French spilled from my lips as I pressed my head to the cool countertop. Not that it calmed me down. No, I was beyond lost.
The floorboards squeaked, the dishes rattling in the sink as he slammed into me. His breathing flooded my ears before his teeth found my ear. They buried into my flesh, nipping and lapping against it as I was forced onto the tips of my toes. The stretch of taking his cock was painfully perfect.
Lucero seemed just as overwhelmed. He muttered under his breath, words that were stolen by the next grunt or moan that overcame him instead. His hand dragged me back, as if he wanted to impale every part of himself inside of me.
"Right there." My eyes widened as he hit just the right angle. "Fuck, Lucero."
He paused. I panted, my stomach squeezing with need. Why the hell had he stopped? My body ached and pulsed now. Hungry. Needing. I glanced over my shoulder.
"Why the hell did you stop?" I asked.
He looked at me pointedly.
"Speak," I spat out.
Lucero closed his eyes and then he smiled. "I love you."
I yanked the belt tighter with a growl. Even with his breathing restricted, he smiled and went back to slamming into me. Those three words hung in the air above my head like a machete just waiting to fall and sever me in two. If I wasn't so into his dick, I would have gotten up and left, but as it was, I was so close I could feel it. I wasn't willing to give up the waiting orgasm for my annoyance and pride.
"Lucero," I moaned as I pushed back toward him. "I'm so close."
He bit down on my neck and that was it for me. As his tongue rolled against my pulse point, I came so hard my knees buckled. Lucero wrapped his arm around my waist, keeping me in place as he fucked me like I was a rag doll in his arms. My hole filled with cum as he roared my name, and then he was leaning against me, kissing the back of my neck.
"Thank you," he mumbled. "Thank you, Onyx."
I loosened the belt and reached back. My hand touched his cheek and he kissed my palm. As my stomach knotted, I felt the instinct to run. Falling for someone was a trap, I knew that. And I didnothave any feelings for Lucero except annoyance.However, it felt like the longer he was around, the more in danger I would be. I needed to step up my investigation.
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