Flesh: Part Thirteen (The Flesh Series Book 13) (2 page)

The second that
Lucian pulls out of me, I feel another round of searing pain as if my
body is angry that he withdrew. It quickly dissipates though, leaving
me incredibly sexually satisfied.

Lucian finally takes
the dial from me and turns the massager off. I'm so sensitive down
below that I'm almost sore. The vibrations were a bit too intense,
especially right after my orgasm. I tried to squirm away from it. I
suppose that's what cued Lucian in to knowing that I'd had enough.

His seed slowly
seeps out of my asshole. It's an oddly soothing feeling, like a balm
to take away what little pain is left. I still can't believe I
allowed him to fuck me in the ass. Then again, allowed is kind of a
stretch. He took what he wanted from me like he always does. I did
enjoy it though, I'm a bit ashamed to admit. Maybe everything that I
thought about anal sex was wrong. Perhaps it's not so dirty after
all. It can definitely be pleasurable.

“
My
butt hurts,” I mumble.

“
Your
butt felt amazing. I don't think I even lasted thirty seconds.”
I can hear him still panting behind me.

“
You
lasted closer to a minute,” I tease.

“
Made
me feel like a teenager all over again,” he lets out a short
laugh.

I stand there while
he recovers, quickly beginning to feel disgustingly sticky. The drool
on my chin has dried, leaving behind a crusty residue. Lucian's come
is starting to make a slow decent between my butt cheeks, and I'm
pretty sure that will dry soon too. I've never felt like I needed a
shower more in my entire life.

Lucian steps in
front of me and I'm disappointed to see that he has already shoved
his dick back into his pants. While he looks incredibly handsome in
his suit, I'm definitely ready to see some skin.

Lucian unplugs the
massager from the wall and unscrews the bar from between my legs to
take them both back to the closet. I watch him with a smile on my
lips. He definitely made up for earlier. I'm very happy about that.

When he returns to
me, I expect him to begin unfastening my bonds, but instead he kneels
in front of me and slides his tongue between my folds, licking me
from slit to clit. A small hiss escapes my throat. For the briefest
of moments, I think about telling him to stop. But then I realize
that I want this too. Damn am I ever being greedy tonight.

I close my eyes and
press my head back against the tower as his mouth goes to work
pleasuring me. His deft tongue slips into my pussy, lapping at the
wetness that's been seeping from me ever since he first turned the
vibrator onto my clit. I know that there's a lot for him to lick up,
because I definitely feel moist.

When he's done
eating me out, his tongue slicks all the way back up to my clit. I
moan softly, opening my eyes to look down at me. He meets my gaze,
his beautiful blue eyes making me swoon from the gleam in them. It's
like gazing right into his soul. I can tell that he wants to please
me.

The tip of his
tongue circles my cleft before flicking at my clit. I thought my body
was dead to pleasure after having two intense orgasms, but it still
responds. Damn, he's good. Too good. It's one of the reasons that I
don't want him working at Flesh anymore. A woman could definitely
become addicted to the things that he does, to the way that he uses
his body. Every inch of him is skilled in the art of seduction and
pleasure. It's like he was built for sex. A gorgeous, dark-haired God
of fucking.

His eyelids close,
and he buries his face between my folds, his lips nibbling at my clit
for a few moments before he sucks it into his mouth and applies
pressure. I gasp from the intensity of it, from how quickly he draws
another orgasm up to the surface.

“
Sir,”
I pant out.

My fingers curl, my
nails pressing into my palms. I wish that I could tangle my hands in
his hair, that I could draw him to me, drown him between my legs.
More than that though, I just want to touch him. I want to feel the
softness of his hair, the firm muscles of his shoulders. I want to
wrap my arms around him and love him tenderly.

These romantic
thoughts help to push me up the hill of bliss. Lucian slips two
fingers into me, and I groan as he begins pumping them inside of me.

“
You're
so amazing,” I whisper before pleasure finally consumes me and
erases all traces of thought. All I feel are contractions, my toes
curling against the cold metal, my body giving in to Lucian once
more.

He releases the
pressure around my clit and presses the flat of his tongue against
it, massaging in lazy circles until my climax throbs out its last
moments of life. He moans, and the soft breath of warm air that hits
my clit gives it one more contraction before my body finally dies
down.

Lucian climbs to his
feet, and I sleepily gaze up at him, knowing that I look completely
worn out. He's wrecked me tonight in the most delightful of ways.

“
I'm
beat,” I tell him, readjusting my weight.

“
Is
that so?” A wicked grin curls his mouth. “We're going to
have to work on your stamina.” He traces my bottom lip with his
fingertip. Reflexively, I part my lips.

“
We
can't all be sex Gods,” I tease.

“
A
sex God, huh? Is that what you think of me?” Amusement is
etched on his face.

“
You
can fuck like no other. That's for sure.” I wrinkle my nose at
him playfully.

“
If
I'm a sex God, then you're my muse.” His eyes dance over my
face, and I can still see the heat behind them. How can he continue
to be turned on after everything we've done?

Lucian presses his
finger against my mouth, and I tease the tip of it with my tongue
before wrapping my lips around it and sucking gently. He hums in
approval, probing his finger back and forth. It tastes like salt and
my pussy, but I don't even care at this point.

“
Have
you enjoyed our time together tonight?” he asks.

“
Mhm,”
I mumble around his finger, nodding.

“
Good.”
He pulls his finger out of my mouth.

“
I'd
enjoy it far more if you were naked.” I grin deviously, a bit
embarrassed by my own request though I'm not sure why.

“
Would
that please you?” He smirks.

“
Very
much so.”

“
Well
then, a man should give his woman what she wants.” He takes a
few steps away from me and turns around.

The fact that he
called me his woman makes my heart flutter. Does that mean that we're
finally a couple?

I watch his hand
move to the top of his tie. His eyes are locked on mine, and there's
sheer seduction in them. He pulls off the tie painfully slowly,
moving so gracefully that one would think he's done this a million
times before. Perhaps he has.

I swallow hard as he
shrugs off his jacket, tossing it onto the floor much like I did when
he made me undress. The tie gets pulled from around his neck, and
then he works at unbuttoning the front of his white dress shirt. My
hormones come to life again as my eyes land on the valley of his
chest that divides hard muscle. Good God, he's built. Gorgeous.
Dreamy. Mine.

My fingers curl at
the thought of touching him. I lick my lips when he gets to the
middle of his shirt, his tight abdominal muscles peeking out beneath
it. I want to lick up his body, to worship it.

“
Should
I stop?” His hands draw away from his shirt, and I scowl at
him. Damned tease.

“
No.”

“
Are
you sure?” He playfully cocks an eyebrow at me.

“
Only
if you want me to undress you the rest of the way.” I don't
really care how his clothes come off as long as they come off.

“
Tut
tut. That would mean I'd have to release you, and I'm not ready for
that yet.” He shakes his head slowly, his mouth drawing into a
pout. It's adorable and sexy and infuriating all at the same time.

“
You
enjoy torturing me, don't you?” My jaw tenses in disapproval.

“
Is
this really torture?” He pulls the tucked in part of his dress
shirt out of his pants before unbuttoning it the rest of the way. He
allows it to hang open provocatively while he unfastens his belt.

“
I
think you know it is. I think you know exactly what you're doing.”

“
Such
a compliment. I'm flattered.” He gives me his classic
panty-melting grin, and I feel my core revving up again.

Lucian unzips his
pants and slides them over his hips and down to the floor. He's
wearing tight black boxer briefs beneath which hug his anatomy
deliciously. My sex clenches with yearning.

Once he has stepped
out of his pants, he looks back up at me. “Enough?”

“
You
know it's not.” I quirk my head to the side in warning.

Part of me would
love nothing more than to stand here and stare at him just as he is.
He looks like he stepped out of a magazine spread. That body could
probably sell anything. But I want more. He always makes me want
more. I want to see his cock hanging between his legs. His balls.
Everything crude and vulnerable about him.

Lucian tucks his
thumbs into the sides of his boxer briefs and slowly pulls them down.
As he bends forward, he hides himself from view. It's a purposeful
move, meant to tease me even more. And it does. It's not until he
straightens himself that I finally get what I want.

“
Better?”
he asks.

“
Definitely.”
I nod approvingly, my eyes blatantly locking on his manhood. He's
soft but still very impressive.

He kicks his
underwear to the side and walks back up to me, caressing my cheek
with his hand. I lean into his touch, feeling a new energy between us
now that we're both naked.

Lucian traces my
lips with his fingertip before probing his thumb inside my mouth. I
suckle on it absentmindedly, keeping my eyes closed. My body is so
relaxed that I can barely stay standing.

When he withdraws
this time, he moves behind me to start unfastening my bondage. I sigh
in relief, glad that the restriction is over. All I want to do now is
cuddle up against him. Hopefully, he won't kick me out tonight.

“
Don't
move,” he tells me when I try to step off of the metal
platform.

“
Why
not?” I turn my head to look at him, then roll my neck.
Standing in the same position for so long has put a crick in it.

“
Because
we're not done yet.”

“
We're
not?” My eyes widen in surprise.

“
Nope.”
He comes back around to face me, his expression deadpan.

“
I'm
tired though, Sir,” I pout.

Lucian takes a step
forward, causing my breath to catch in my throat. He reaches behind
me, his fingers slipping around my ponytail to hold my head in place.
I can feel his breath against my ear, his mouth so very close to it.

“
This
won't stop until I say so,” he tells me. The seductive tint to
his tone makes my clit throb.

All I can think of
to respond with is a meek, “Yes, Sir.”

“
Good
girl.” He pulls his face away from mine and gives my cheek a
gentle slap with his free hand before applying pressure to my
ponytail. “Now get on your knees.”

I blush as I lower
myself down in front of him, having a pretty good idea of what he
wants. It's only fair after everything that he's done for me.

Once I'm on my
knees, he gazes down at me expectantly. I bite my bottom lip,
suddenly feeling a bit nervous. One of my hands reaches out to grab
his shaft, lazily stroking it a few times.

Lucian tugs at my
ponytail holder, pulling it out of my hair. I can't help but smirk.
Ever since I decided to do a scene with him, I'd wondered when he
would make me take my hair down. He prefers it that way, which is
part of the reason why I wore it up. I wanted to displease him.