Page 40 of Sweet Little Lies
He stares at me but I can’t read them.
“Would that be so bad? Being with me?”
Even the possibility that we would date and become boyfriend and girlfriend seems an unlikely stretch. We are both so busy and have such different lives, I can’t imagine what it would even look like to date Lance. He’s bigger than life and is with different girls every week. It’s impossible to think he’d want to settle down.
Lance shifts and pulls me up so that I’m straddling him, my knees pressed to the sides of his hips. I place my hands down on his pec muscles and have to keep myself still because I feel him in all the right places.
“Mica,” he begins, his tone smooth and a little husky. Like Kentucky bourbon over ice. “I wasn’t joking when I said I’ve wanted you for a long time. And now that you’re here in my bed, I know what I’ve been missing. All the girls I’ve been with before you…they pale in comparison. They mean nothing to me. They were like fillers or stand-ins or something. They weren’t real to me.Youare the real thing.”
Before I can say anything, his hands cup my cheeks and he sits up, his lips touching mine sweetly and reverently. We kiss for a few minutes, no words exchanged, just the sentiments from our hearts expressing the truth. Our hopes and our fears. The truth in our lies.
When he breaks the kiss, his deep, soulful eyes show me his sincerity. “Micaela, I don’t know how to be a boyfriend. Never been one. But I want to be someone worthy of you. I want to be with you. I want to try for you.”
My heart seems to have skittered to a stop. The oxygen in my lungs wrung out and emptied. I slide my fingers through his soft textured hair and kiss him without end. My lips taste the truth in his affirmations. His desire to be the one I need.
“Lance, you already are worthy. You just don’t see it in yourself.”
With one hand at the base of my head and the other around my waist, he maneuvers me in his lap so that his very hard and stiff shaft is seated between my folds. He rocks against me as I move along his length, seeking friction.
If this is what it’s like having a boyfriend, then I’m all in. Damn all the other stuff in the world that work to keep us apart. That will fight to get between us.
We undulate together, his lips touching me on every part of my naked body he can reach. My bare shoulders, my collarbone, the tips of my breast. Oh yes…I arch my back so that he can take me in his mouth, his wet tongue flicking my sensitive nipples, sending fiery sensations between my legs. I can feel the wetness gathering there, as his hard length brushes against my clit.
“I need you again,” he murmurs, and I concur with a “mmm-hmm.”
He barely needs to lean due to the wingspan of his arm, but he reaches over and grabs another condom, doing a much better job this time of getting it open. But before he covers up, I want to put my mouth on him. To taste him like he tasted me.
I shake my head and push his hand out of the way, scooting down his legs and pushing him onto his back. He knows what I’m about to do and he flops back with a low grunt.
“I’ve wanted to do this a few times in the past, but I never had the nerve,” I nervously admit. Because while we’ve never had sex, we’ve touched and kissed enough to get close. But we were always interrupted or stopped before going too far. Or I stopped things out of self-preservation.
“I’m all yours. Do your worst.”
And then I giggle with pleasured joy when I dart my tongue out to taste the top of his crown and he jerks, his heavy dick jolting against my chin.
“Ah fuck, sorry…”
But I don’t let it deter me. As long as he’s eager and not worried about my lack of experience, I won’t let it bother me, either.
Placing one hand around his hot base, I cover the head with my mouth, swirling my tongue around the ridge of the smooth mushroom tip. He remains relatively still, but his muscular legs tense underneath me, as he widens them on the bed to allow me more room.
After a few more licks – one from the base to the tip – I look up and ask, “What do you want me to do?”
Because I want to make this good for him. And I know I can do a good job if he instructs me along the way.
His words are short but direct. “Put your mouth on me and suck hard.”
Okay then. That’s exactly what I do.
And I revel in the pleasure he takes from my mouth. It’s so satisfying to hear him moan, to feel the strength of his hand on top of my head resist the urge to push me down farther. His restraint is beautiful.
I suck him to the back of my throat and choke a little when he accidentally goes too deep. But I swallow around him and his reaction is the sexiest thing ever. He moans long and loud and it causes me to moan along with him. I feel myself getting wetter by the moment and I want to touch myself, but I’m too embarrassed.
I’ve found a rhythm as I suck, swirl my tongue, lick and swallow and after a few more minutes, he’s panting and writhing underneath me until he grabs my hair and pulls me off.
My lips are swollen and I have spittle running down my chin. But he doesn’t seem to care, he just says, “I need to be inside you.”
He covers up with the condom and the next thing I know I’m straddling his seated form, as he pushes inside, stealing my breath and all my thoughts. They evaporate from the heat between us.
But one thought remains.
Lance was already inside my heart to begin with. Now he’s just made his move into possessing my body. Capturing every part of my heart, body and soul.
