Page 29 of Lose to Win: Lost Trilogy: Part 3
“What are we doing, Puck?” I cross my arms and wrap them around myself. “All hell is probably breaking loose as we speak. You need to take me back home.”
He just stares at me for the longest seconds, making me squirm in place. When he starts walking back toward me, I clench my fingers into the top I’m wearing, scared to death of what it’s about to happen.
“No,” is all he says right before bending down and taking my mouth into a scorching kiss.
The move makes me lose my balance, and I uncross my arms, only to grab his shirt on each side of his waist.
He starts walking backward while still kissing me, his tongue hungry for my taste, and I respond in kind. When we reach the dining table that’s part of this enormous suite, he picks me up effortlessly and sets me on top of it.
I watch him watching me, loving the hungry way in which he scans my body up and down, my heart so happy that he still loves me. I am completely and equivocally in love with him as well, and the thought of losing him is making me sick.
The thought of getting sick only reminds me of my present state. That is something neither one of us can fix, no matter the amount of love we have for each other.
With gentle moves, in complete contradiction with the hungry look on his face, he lifts my top over my head and throws it to the side. My bra follows just as quickly. His fingers go to the tie on my linen pants. It comes off with a light tug, releasing the pressure around my growing stomach. How I thought I was just getting fat is beyond me. I am an embarrassment to my profession, I decide. I don’t want to go back to work anymore if I come out of this alive. I don’t know what I want to do with my life after.
However, all these thoughts in my head are useless. Leaving when I did is a sure way for me to end up dead. Bricks promised me that, and I believed him when he said it to me.
Puck reminds me that I am still alive now when he presses a hand to the middle of my chest and pushes me until my back is flat on the table.
With swift moves, he has me lift my hips just enough for him to slide my pants and underwear off, leaving me completely naked and just as vulnerable.
His eyes go straight to my belly, making me ache inside, and not from wanting him. I ache for all the pain I’m causing him.
I shiver when he brings a hand up and touches my skin around the belly button. There’s fire and determination in his eyes when he bends down and kisses it gently.
“This is hard,” he whispers in between kisses. “It’s making me angry for us both. But I am angrier yet for the baby,” he adds softly, in complete contradiction with the expression on his face. “He doesn’t deserve any of this.”
The gasp of shock I let out echoes around the room. That is not what I thought he’d be saying at all.
“He will not pay for this,” Puck continues, knowing what this does to me.
He kisses his way all around my belly while I let the tears take over. I don’t want to stop them. I am not equipped for what’s happening in my life.
When Puck drops to his knees, putting his face at the same level with the most intimate part of my body, I cry harder.
He has no words to comfort me. Instead, he starts kissing all over me, stopping to nip at my clit, teasing me with the tip of his tongue at my entrance.
As if on autopilot, I allow my hands to dive into his always messy hair, trying to keep him close to me for as long as possible. He doesn’t seem to mind in the least. In fact, the harder I pull on his hair, the more attention he gives me.
“Beautiful,” he whispers right before he throws my legs over each one of his shoulders, opening me even more to him.
I moan out loud through my tears when he licks at the patch of skin in between my pussy opening and my butt hole, then brings his fingers and dips inside of me. He spreads my juices around the same area, taking a long lick after each time, until he changes tactics and shoves one wet finger in the back.
My back arches off the table while my fingers clench harder in his hair. With one finger in my butt, he sticks his thumb inside my pussy and start massaging, all while his lips wrap around my clit.
“Puck,” I cry out loud when I can’t deal with the pressure anymore. It is mounting inside of me, and I feel wetness running out and pooling on the table. When he nips at just the tip of my clit, I finally let go.
Puck licks me clean until I come down from the incredible pleasure he just gave me. I feel exhausted and without purpose. I stare at the ceiling, wondering what could be next, but hoping it will be Puck fucking me into oblivion with his cock.
I am shocked when he stands up from the floor, and just watches me instead of undoing his jeans. He then turns around and grabs my shirt, using it to wipe at his face. When he comes back to me, I am a nervous wreck.
“Oh my god,” I whimper when he picks me up off the table and starts walking us toward where the bedroom is.
“You are beautiful,” he tells me when he lays me on the bed, under the covers, then lies down on his side next to me, never taking his shoes or clothes off.
“What’s happening?”
He brings a hand to my face, pushing strands of hair to the side with one long finger. He does it over and over, in a hypnotic move, almost putting me to sleep.
