His eyebrows rise. "Me?"
I nod. "You should. I'd love you to meet some of my friends before we leave."
He shifts his weight a bit. "If you'd like."
"I'd like." I press myself against him. "So … what should we do until then?"
"What do you have in mind?"
"I think you know." I give him a wicked smile, rocking against him.
His gaze glitters. "Do you now?"
I let my hand brush against his cock. "It's a bit too obvious." I grip his broad, thickly muscled shoulders and steer him toward the bed. "And I think you're too tense." I run the back of my fingers along his shaft through his jeans.
"I think you're right." His voice is taut.
"You should be pampered too."
"Most definitely. For the sake of fairness."
"Equality."
"Good for the goose."
"Lemme take a gander." I stop at the threshold between the living room and the bedroom. Does it matter where we are when I know exactly how I want to pamper him?
Going on my toes, I kiss him. He dips his head, fusing his mouth with mine. He tastes of mint and Lucas-an amazing indescribably sexy flavor that's uniquely his. The scent of clean, warm male skin and a trace of soap that I'll forever associate with him is tantalizing, arousing. His hands dive into my hair and clench the back of my head, not hard enough to hurt but forcefully enough to make his presence known. We breathe the same air and drink each other in as though somehow we can be one.
I let a hand drift lower, caressing the hard planes of his chest through the shirt. Though he seems to believe that his injuries have marred him, I marvel at the beauty of his body, its inherent strength. It's heady to know this is all mine.
My fingers flick over the nipple piercing.
A low groan tears from his chest. "Ava."
"Shhh … " I push the shirt upward. He helps, sliding it over his head and tossing it somewhere behind me. I lick my lips at the rippling muscles that are revealed. A medium amount of hair covers his pecs; his abs are taut and ridged, every line lean and clean. The silver ring on his nipple glints, and I flick my tongue over it, unable to stop myself. I love toying with that thing-the response it elicits from his body.
My tongue isn't enough. My teeth and lips join, tormenting that small nub, while my hands are busy running all over his perfect physique. Heat pulses between my legs. Every time he groans, I feel the vibration all the way to my clit, and my thighs clench reflexively.
I undo the buckle of his belt and unbutton his jeans and push them down along with his boxers. His cock juts forward, the plum-shaped tip slick. I lick it teasingly as I sink to my knees before him. Gripping his narrow hips with my hands, I look up at his flushed face.
"Let me," I say.
He nods.
I kiss his thighs, loving both of them equally, scarred and unscarred. I cup his sac in my hands, feeling its heavy weight, and luxuriate when he inhales sharply.
Tenderly I stroke his thick, hard shaft with my fingers, then trace the throbbing veins with my tongue. He groans, the sound deep and harsh, but keeps his fists by his sides.
I reward his restraint by taking him into my mouth. The large and pulsing feel is amazing. I hollow my cheeks, pulling him deeper.
His chest heaves. "Ava, baby, make yourself feel good too." He pulls out.
I moan in protest. "But I already do."
"I want you to come when I do. I want to feel your scream muffled against my dick."
My cheeks heat at the unabashedly carnal idea. Slipping a hand between my legs, I take him back into my mouth. I'm already slick, my clit swollen and ready. I grip his ass with my free hand and bob my head while pleasuring myself to the same rhythm.
I feel his cock get bigger, his balls contract. His breathing is shallower, and the muscles in his abs go taut. The precum coating my tongue is slick and salty, and I watch his face, wanting to savor the moment, needing him to know what he means to me.
"I'm so close," he rasps.
I suck harder, pulling him deeper, my tongue stroking him, wanting him to climax in my mouth. The beginning of an orgasm wraps around me, tightening my core, ready to rip me apart at any second.
He throws his head back, his body tensing. A guttural cry tears from his throat. "Ava-!"
He spurts hotly, the salty cum flooding my mouth. Swallowing, I shudder as my own orgasm barrels through me, leaving me breathless and weak.
Lucas drops to his knees and wraps his arms around me. His lips find mine, and his tongue meets mine in a crazy hot kiss of gratitude, affection, trust and something else I can't name.
In that moment … scarily enough, I feel truly and utterly loved.
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Ava
Lucas decides we might get too hungry before we get to eat later that night, so we munch on some snacks from room service. Well, I snack on fruit and yogurt, while Lucas polishes off a roast beef sandwich and fries.