Team Lucas (The Saints Team #1) Page 23

  He lowered himself to suck one nipple. Oh my God. And then he released my hands and ran his other hand over my nipple, tugging on it—sucking and tugging. I was going to orgasm before he had got past my breasts. He raised me slightly, slipped the top off my shoulders and in one swift move, pulled his own T-shirt off.

  Lucas returned to run his tongue around my nipple. I was going to die. I ran my nails lightly up his back and heard him groan with anticipation. His hand trailed down my body and I stiffened. He stopped, giving me time to stop him but I didn’t. He resumed, and finding the drawstring tie on my cream pants, he pulled it loose and slid them off.

  Standing up, he pulled down his own shorts and his boxers. His erection was magnificent. It demanded attention—enormous and beautiful. I was desperate to relieve him of it. He lowered himself down on top of me again, taking his weight in his arms and he ran his hands down to my panties. He ran a finger just inside the band and teased me.

  I wanted to yell ‘fuck me now’ but I couldn’t form the words.

  I gasped with the anticipation. I could barely breathe. Then he slipped his fingers completely into my panties and pulled them down. We were naked together and my body was aching for him—a raw, primal ache.

  He looked at me and ever so gently I felt him tease his fingers over my mound and he separated my lips. His finger touched my clitoris and he rubbed gently using all my own fluids. Lucas smiled, a sweet, satisfied smile, and leaned closer to my ear and whispered, “You are so wet Mia, so wet that it would take a week for me to drink you.”

  I groaned with embarrassment and pleasure.

  “Slide into me,” I begged him.

  “Soon,” he said. He slid down the end of the bed and separated my legs. He moved off the bed where he could manage my hips and bring my body to him. For a few moments he didn’t touch me, I could just felt his warm breath between my legs. I was mortified and turned on by his study of me; it was excruciating.

  A thousand doubts began to race through my mind: did it look normal... did it look as good as all the models’ vaginas... would it taste sweet enough... should I have waxed... what’s the meaning of life?

  And then his tongue flicked my clit. I cried in pleasure with the build-up. He ran his tongue around it and then gently sucked. I wasn’t responsible for my moaning. I was going to come in minutes, I had no control. I was burning.

  His hand ran up my body and found my nipple at the same time. He pinched my nipple as he licked and sucked on my clit. The pleasure and pain, the sweet and sour was unbearable. He worked a finger inside me, slowly feeling inside me and pulling out. Sensations were everywhere and I wanted to hold off, hold on, prolong the ecstasy, but I couldn’t.

  My back arched; I cried out in orgasm. My body shuddered with pleasure and Lucas didn’t let up. I rode it for as long as I could, then grabbed his hand from my breast and pushed his head away.

  “Stop,” I panted as the pain overwhelmed the pleasure.

  Lucas rose and moved beside me. He held me tight against him; our two naked bodies were skin-on-skin as I shuddered and let the orgasm pass through me. I gripped him. I had never had anyone hold me in the after throes of passion; it was powerful and comforting and pleasurable, as though he was sharing my orgasm.

  When my body calmed I stroked his cheek and looked at him with new wonder.

  “Come inside me,” I whispered.

  Lucas reached to the bedside cabinet and pulling open the top drawer, grabbed a condom and opened it with his teeth. I took it from him.

  “My job,” I said.

  He smiled, delighted.

  I rolled it down over his enormous penis and he held his breath. Lucas raised himself and moved between my legs. He positioned himself to move inside me. His arms flexed as he held his weight above me and I watched his face. I loved this side of Lucas; this powerful, intimate side.

  He began to press in to me and I could feel the pain from his size forcing my insides apart as he began to slide in. I gasped.

  “Sorry.” He pulled out a little.

  “No, I want you inside me,” I said. “Please.”

  “Slowly then,” he said. He slid in a little and then out, inching his way in a little at a time.

  “Okay?” he asked, his muscles bulging with holding his weight and the slow restraint.

  “Perfect,” I whispered.

  I watched as he closed his eyes and slowly moved in and out until he was completely inside me. The pain ceased and I felt him so completely.

  He breathed and stopped.

  “Don’t move,” he said.

  I froze. “What’s wrong?”

  “Sweet Jesus you’re so fucking tight,” he murmured, keeping his eyes closed.

  “Is that okay?”

  “Shh, just let me... get some control here.”

  I watched his beautiful face as he frowned and began to breathe slowly. After a short moment he began moving in and out of me, picking up the pace. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his body and he sank in even deeper.

  He groaned and I swear I could feel him throughout my whole body. He increased his pace. I moved my hand between his legs and stroked his balls. I felt them tighten and his breathing quicken.

  “Fuck you’re so tight,” he said again and began going faster, thrusting into me.

  He made a deep guttural sound in his chest and his whole body shuddered. “God, Mia,” he cried out as he came inside me. It was glorious and he pushed and thrust until he was empty.

  Lucas lowered his body beside me and placed his head onto my chest. I smiled, even though he couldn’t see me, because Lucas was inside me and on me and we just had the best fucking sex I had ever had.

  He looked up at me and I leaned down and kissed him. He began to pull out.

  “No,” I begged him. “Not yet.”

  He rolled on his side and took me with him; we lay side on, still attached by his erection inside me. I clenched inside, wondering if he would feel it and his eyes lit up.

  “Are you sending me Morse Code?” he teased.

  “Yes.” I clenched again. “Did you get it?”

  “Tell me,” he said.

  “I said in Morse that I love your dick.”

  Lucas laughed. His gorgeous unrestricted smile took my breath away.

  “So you said the ‘D’ word, good for you.” He shook his head. “Ah, Mia.”

  “What?” I asked, softly stroking his face.

  He began to come out of me and he quickly removed the condom.

  “You were so tight that I’m going to be feeling you around my dick for days.”

  “More blue balls?”

  “Not if you’re on hand to help,” he said, and kissed me long and slow.

  This night, just now, was the highlight of my entire life. We lay silently together enjoying the afterglow.

  “Can I tell you something?” I asked him when he pulled away from kissing me. “It’s putting it all out there stuff.”

  “Okay, go for it,” he said, his eyes widened with interest.

  I swallowed. “When you came and brought me home from my place, back to here, I thought something had changed... between us. I was pretty blown away when you went off with Chloe.”

  Lucas made a scoffing sound. “Something had changed, but you blew me off.”

  “What? How?” I asked, my voice rose.

  “As soon as you saw her, you said something about Chloe helping me get some relief and you told me to move along, you didn’t want to hold me up,” Lucas said, holding my gaze. “You made it pretty clear you weren’t into me that way.”

  I bit my lip and knew what he said was true but for all the wrong reasons.

  “I was doing a ‘Lucas’… I was testing you, pushing you away in the hope you would pull me back, but you didn’t.”

  Lucas exhaled a long breath. “The test was lost on me. I would have… stayed.”

  I knew it wasn’t easy for
him to say that. I lay on my back and Lucas stayed on his side, he placed a hand over my breast. It felt wonderfully possessive.

  “Lucas...”

  “Mm?” he said.

  “Did you really have a sore knee?”

  “Um, maybe not,” he answered. “Definitely not anymore.”

  Chapter 42

  We didn’t leave the house all day Sunday. We only got out of bed to take a long bath in the swimming pool in Lucas’s bathroom and to eat. We talked about everything and I saw more of Lucas’s soul than any person on the planet has seen and I would protect every single thing I saw and heard from the rest of the world.

  Lucas agreed I could move out... from the guest wing to the main house. And, he said the ‘T’ word to me.

  After our bath, we were planning to return to bed, all clean and lickable. In fact Lucas had just started licking when there was a thump on the door downstairs.

  “Go the fuck away,” Lucas called out.

  “Lucas, you can’t say that,” I shushed him.

  “Sure I can. Go the fuck away,” he called again. The persistent knocker delivered another round of hits to the door.

  “Fuck it,” Lucas swore. He pulled on some boxer-briefs and took the stairs two at a time. I peered over from the upstairs level. Lucas opened the door with a force that could almost tear it off its hinges and there stood Cam and Jessica. Cam was holding up a bottle of champagne. He quickly covered Jessica’s eyes.

  “Jesus, Luke, put that away. You could hurt someone,” he said, trying not to look at Lucas’s erect bounty. Lucas pulled the door half shut to hide himself.

  “Hi Cam, Jess, wasn’t expecting you.”

  “Clearly,” Cam said and Jessica giggled. “Thought we’d drop in to celebrate your win. Jase and Sarah in?” He looked upwards and saw me wrapped in my towel at the top of the stairs. A big grin broke across his face.

  “Well hello Mia, what a wonderful surprise,” he said.

  “Hi Cam and Jess, great to see you too.” I smiled.

  “Yeah, great,” Lucas agreed with less enthusiasm in his voice.

  Jessica pried Cam’s fingers off her eyes and looked excited. “Mia! Great, now we can all celebrate together.”

  Cam nodded. “Why don’t we go around to Jase and Sarah’s entrance, see if they’re in and meet you at Luke’s fridge in ten minutes?” he said.

  “That would be great,” Lucas said with a wave, and closed the door behind him. He turned to face me and I hid a laugh.

  “This is your fault,” he said looking down at his rock-hard erection. Then he raced up the stairs and I screamed and took off. He caught me in the bedroom and whipped the towel from me, knocking me to the bed.

  “Lucas, stop, stop we can’t do this now,” I said, between laughs.

  “I can’t hold this in for the next few hours,” he groaned.

  “Well you’re going to have to,” I scolded him. “Try thinking some unsexy thoughts.” I wriggled away, grab the towel back and turned back at the door, frowning.

  “You’ve changed your mind... you realize you can’t live without a Lucas screw for the next few hours either,” he smiled, invitingly. Oh so, invitingly.

  I shook my head. “That’s not it.”

  “It’s not?” His face fell.

  “No. All my clothes are in my car in the garage.” We hadn’t brought them inside since I packed for my getaway. “I could put on what I wore yesterday but...” I looked at my cream pants and blue top in the corner, creased and disheveled post romp.

  “Then you’ll have to go naked. There goes the afternoon,” he teased. He rose and went into his closet. “I don’t have anything in small but maybe not wearing something fitted could be a good thing.”

  Lucas gave me a long-sleeved sweatshirt and I pulled it on, rolling up the sleeves. The pants were impossible so I opted for my cream crushed pants. At least his top covered most of them.

  “Cute,” he assessed me.

  “Ah, speaking of cute, thinking of covering up? I eyed his bulge, muscled torso, tatts and worked my way up to his face.

  We heard Jase yelling as he came down the internal stairs.

  “Right then.” Lucas sighed and searched for some shorts. I walked past him to go greet Lucas’s friends and he grabbed my arm and pulled me back into his walk-in-wardrobe. He pressed me against the wall, one arm blocking my exit.

  “I just need something to get me through.”

  For just a fleeing second, my immediate thought was his past habits and then he pulled me closer and kissed me. The relief was as wonderful as his kiss. His arm slipped around my waist and he pulled me up, tighter against his chest and kissed me harder.

  “Lucas, Mia?” Cam called from Lucas’s kitchen. “We’re here.”

  Lucas groaned and kissed me harder as though he was filling up for the afternoon.

  “If you’re not here in a minute, we’re coming in,” Jase called.

  Lucas released me and inhaled, looking down at me. His pale blue eyes held my gaze—the intensity of the moment made me weak. I knew he couldn’t say he loved me or was falling in love with me... that was too much to ask of him yet, but his eyes spoke to me. I understood. My throat was full of emotion, but I swallowed down all the words of love I wanted to say. He lowered his forehead on mine.

  And then he groaned and I began to giggle as Jase began to count it down.

  “Fifty seconds and counting...” Jase said.

  “Coming, you fucking party poopers,” Lucas yelled out. He grabbed a T-shirt, pulled it on and slipped on some loose shorts. He grabbed my hand and led me out of the bedroom. I went to spend the afternoon with his friends, as Lucas’s girlfriend—I was on a complete natural high.

  Chapter 43

  I proposed a new contract.

  “The terms and agreements of the contract between Lucas... what’s your second name?” I asked Lucas as we lay on his bed later that night.

  He shook his head. “You’ve done me and you don’t even know my middle name.”

  I grinned at him. “There is so much getting to know you that I want to do yet...”

  “And so many things I have to show you,” he teased.

  “But right now, what’s your middle name?” I pushed him away.

  “James,” he groaned.

  “Right. This is the contract between Lucas James Ainswright and Mia Catherine Carter.”

  “Catherine, oh, that’s lovely.” Lucas leaned over to stroke my face.

  “No touching.” I ordered him back to his side of the bed. “This is business.”

  He scowled. “How long is business going to take?” He propped himself up against the bed head and folded his arms. Lucas pouted like a sports star used to getting his own way. His tattoos showed to best effect on his flexed arms, his white T-shirt and boardshorts highlighted his tan and muscles. The man was a work of art; someone call Michelangelo; the statue of David was in bed with me!

  “It’s going to take longer if you keep interrupting me. Now, Lucas James authorizes his minder, Mia Catherine, to undertake appropriate tests and searches as required,” I said, pretending to write it in my notebook.

  “Do I get a say in this?” he asked.

  “Yes, you can sign it later,” I said, giving Lucas the very same option he gave me. I got off the bed and put my notebook down. Lucas swung his legs off the bed and jumped up to follow me.

  “Where are you going?” he asked.

  “Nowhere.” I turned. I removed my top and he started to move towards me.

  “Uh, no, stop.” I held up my hand. “I’m working here. You’re to stay put.”

  Lucas grunted—an unhappy and frustrated sound. He stood still, with his hands on his hips. Then his eyes traveled to my black lace bra. Thank God I had let Alice take me shopping last week for lingerie—for her, not me, but I did buy a black lace set and a lilac satin set. Who would have thought they’d come in so handy, so soon? I slipped
off my skirt and revealed my black lace boy cut panties.

  “Oh wow.” Lucas moved towards me again and I held up my hand.

  “I’m sorry. Unless you follow the laws of my new contract, you’ll never get to remove these, or put that to good use,” I said, looking at his throbbing erection which was threatening to burst from the top of his Bastion-label boxer-briefs.

  “Mia, you’re killing me,” he said, pacing back and forward on the point he wasn’t allowed to cross.

  “No killing just yet, I’ve got plans for you.”

  He turned front on to study me again. “That looks so hot.” He ran a tongue along his bottom lip. “The lace... I can see your nipples hardening.”

  “Shh, you’re distracting me, Lucas,” I teased. “Now, where was I... oh yes, I’m preparing to undertake a full search as outlined in my new contract—a strip search.”

  Lucas raised one eyebrow. I leaned against the wall and folded my arms.

  “You’ll need to remove those clothes please,” I said.

  A hint of a smile twitched on Lucas’s lips.

  “It’s in our contract,” I reminded him.

  “Hmm, the contract I’m yet to sign,” he said.

  “Start with the T-shirt,” I said, raising my chin at him.

  Lucas’s eyes narrowed as he watched me suspiciously. I don’t think he had ever taken orders from a girl. He pulled the T-shirt off, threw it over a chair in the corner and turned back to look at me.

  I nodded. “The shorts, thanks.”

  He slipped off his boardshorts; they joined the T-shirt on the chair. I bit my lip as I studied him. Very, very nice. Tall, lean, strong, tanned and the bulge in his white fitted boxers told me he was coping with my strip search.

  “Turn around and face the wall. Put your hands on the wall and spread your legs,” I said, walking towards him in my lace set.

  Lucas grinned and shook his head. “You know I’m not going to be able to last through this search,” he said.

  “You know, my lingerie is not coming off unless you do.”