Part 18 (1/2)
Reaching down, he scoops me out of the car and into a baby hold against his chest. I laugh as he runs toward his door. Swinging my feet down, he unlocks it and throws it open.
My back is pressed against the back of the door before my eyes adjust to the darkness. As he leans on me, my body is aware of every single place we touch. My knees. Hips. Chest. Lips. They're igniting under my skin like flares.
His lips are warm, firm, and when he slides his tongue against my bottom lip, I grant him access. His tongue dives into my mouth, sliding against the roof, with my tongue, and against my lips. All the while, his hands travel in the opposite direction, one large, flat palm cupping my breast. My s.e.x aches at the touch, and I arch my back into him.
He lowers his lips to my ear, sending chills down to my toes. ”G.o.dd.a.m.n it, luv. I've waited for this moment. To feel you against me again.”
Before I can respond, he grips my upper arm and pulls from me. Leaving me breathing hard and wanting him. I don't ask questions as he guides me through the cluttered apartment. He wasn't lying; his bed is one of the only things up. I'm thankful.
Shutting the bedroom door behind him, he stands in front of me. The ridges in his arms strain as he breathes harder, his chest rising and falling quickly. ”Take your clothes off, luv.”
Blood heats my cheeks. His eyes are still, he is obviously not joking. I haven't been naked in front of a guy since him. Only him. Biting my lip, I close my eyes for the briefest moment. Licking my lip, I glance up at him.
His light green eyes are bright against his dark, black hair. His tongue darts against his lip, causing my s.e.x to ache. Christ. Reaching up, I grab the edge of my s.h.i.+rt and pull. I'm mentally thanking Heather for making me wear my lacey bra and panty. Hungry eyes roam over me, and his hand twitches. He wants to touch me. G.o.d, I want him to.
Taking a large breath, I gently guide my jeans down my legs until both items are puddles of fabric beside my feet. Lachlan's eyes stroll down my body, and slowly back up to the top. He growls and storms toward me.
His breath at my ear, he slides his tongue against the curve, stopping when he takes the fleshly lobe between his teeth. Before I know it, he's carrying me toward the bed. I land in the soft covers, and relax.
Lying down slowly on top of me, his lips play over mine. ”Are you comfortable, luv?”
”Yes,” I say weakly. ”Lachlan...it's been a while.” He stiffens. ”I mean...I haven't since senior year.”
His eyes widen and he snaps his head back to get a better look at me. ”What? You mean...you haven't been with anyone since me? Since senior year?”
Swallowing, I shake my head slowly.
”Christ, Laney,” he presses his forehead against mine. ”Do you want me to stop now?”
”No,” I whisper.
”Thank G.o.d.” He leans back down, plunging his tongue into my mouth as I dig my hands into his hard biceps.
Stroking his tongue with mine, I suck it harder into my mouth. A low grown rumbles from his chest, causing me to wrap my foot around his ankle and pull. Agitation flutters over his face and he reaches behind me to unhook my bra. My b.r.e.a.s.t.s fall free, and Lachlan has a nipple in his mouth before I blink.
”f.u.c.k,” I mumble, as his other hand trails along the cup of my bra. Both hands palm my b.r.e.a.s.t.s and my breath stops for a few seconds.
”You feel so good, baby,” he coos into my ear, biting down where the flesh meets my shoulder. ”So b.l.o.o.d.y good.”
His thigh has pushed my legs open, his jeans rubbing against the fabric of my panties. Black swarms my vision. Something erupts inside of me. I let out a cry. ”I need you, Lachlan. Please, f.u.c.king touch me. I've waited so long-” He silences me with a kiss. Rolling us to our sides, he slips his fingers inside of my lacey underwear. His fingers settling on the spot, he rubs slight circles against my wet flesh. ”Ah,” I cry out, arching my back.
”That's right, luv. You're so b.l.o.o.d.y wet for me.”
He leans his head down and kisses me again. It feels like a marking. Like he is branding my heart. Whether he knows it or not, it never left.
Slipping his fingers up the ridge of my underwear, he slips them down my thighs and I help him take them off of my ankles. My flesh is warm, heated from him. Lachlan sits between my legs, gazing down at me. A flutter of nerves wrack through me. I haven't had s.e.x in so long. Will I be good? Will it hurt like the first time?
”We don't have to do this, luv. I can wait as long as you need me to.” His green eyes flicker toward me, his thick neck constricting when he swallows.
Biting my lip, I take him in. He will wait...he was always patient, but the evidence in his jeans shows he's ready to take me to bliss.
Sitting up on my knees, I reach for his jeans. My fingers shake as I unzip him and start to pull. He helps me until he is sitting on his knees in front of me. My mouth dries when my eyes flicker toward his boxer briefs. They've filled out more since high school.
”Like what you see, luv?” he whispers, sliding fingers against my bare stomach.
”Yes,” I mumble, grabbing his waistband. ”Lachlan, I need you to f.u.c.k me. I feel like my body is going to explode. Please.”
Lachlan lays me back, his light eyes searching my own. ”No need to beg, luv. I'll give you what you want.”
A laugh slips from my throat but stops when he pulls a condom from the pocket of his jeans. I watch as he pulls down his underwear. His c.o.c.k springs to life. Rolling the condom over his length, he keeps his eyes fixated on mine. ”Relax, baby. I'm going to make you feel good.”
He is so f.u.c.king s.e.xy, hovering over me. I feel like I may die if he doesn't touch me soon. He pulls me up to crush his full lips against my own. I try to wrap my fist around him, but my fingers barely touch. Definitely bigger. Much bigger. He growls, dropping his head and closing his eyes. I stroke him up and down. The sound of a male being pleased pa.s.ses his lips. Gripping my wrist, he brings it over my head, trapping me between him and the bed.
”If you keep touching me like that, this isn't going to take very long. Let me take care of you, luv. You b.l.o.o.d.y well deserve it.”
Bending down, he kisses the hollow of my ear. ”Laney.” Just his one word sets me on fire.
”Please, no more stalling. I want it.”
Lachlan smiles, the corner of his mouth crawling dangerously slow up his jaw. ”My pleasure, luv. We aim to please, do we not?”
My world tingles when I feel him at my entrance, his thickness making my s.e.x ache with a need unimaginable. I toss my head against the mattress as he slides into me. G.o.d. He fills me so deep. So long.
”Christ,” he grunts. ”So. f.u.c.king. Tight. G.o.dd.a.m.n.” He still has my wrist in one hand, as he slowly slides in and out of me.
Keeping my wrist in one hand, he slides the other hand down to where we meet. His calloused finger glides against my wet folds. My eyes flutter to the back of my head. This. Is. Heaven. Pulling out, he glances down at me. ”Are you mine, luv? Say it.”
Deliriously, I nod. I feel undone. Gone. ”I'm yours.”
His face is stern, jaw tight, eyes fixated on mine. ”You want me inside of you? Now? All of me?”
”f.u.c.k, yes,” I whimper. In one second I'm filled with him again. Hard. I cry out, clenching my muscles in the most dangerously magical way. He starts slowly, then his pace quickens. He is pulsing furiously in and out of me. My muscles wrapping tightly around his length, begging for more.
His hot mouth takes my nipple in and he bites. An o.r.g.a.s.m is building. Pumping my hips toward him, I long for it. Long for that release. I tilt my pelvis his way, giving him better access. ”Laney, Jesus Christ. You're so f.u.c.king tight.” He releases my hands, and my own go straight to his neck, interlocking my fingers in his hair. He plunges into me harder, making me cry out. Trembles race through my body. I let go, my body shuddering with want. Need.
”Laney,” Lachlan sighs, clutching my hips harder. ”You want me?”
I'm still riding a wave from my o.r.g.a.s.m, but I nod. ”Yes,” I scream, my voice foreign.
”Okay, baby.” He plunges harder into me, back and forth. He growls before he comes down in front of me, his c.o.c.k jerking powerfully inside me.
Our breath is hard, fast, and the only noise in the room. I feel him s.h.i.+ft off of me and hear him tearing the condom from him. A second later I'm wrapped in hard arms.
”Laney.”
My eyelids flutter closed, unable to stay open. ”Hmm.”