Lucien's War (18 page)

Chapter Fourteen

Callie
had gone to the club first, thinking he might be there doing paperwork, but she
hadn’t seen his SUV or his Harley parked outside. And then she had heard the
pounding bass from the clubhouse, saw a few of the club whores heading out with
a few members wrapped around their bodies like a pretzel, and Callie hadn’t
even gotten out of the car. She could have just called him and asked where
Lucien was, but the truth was she was over the moon that her father had spoken
with her. She was leaving for school tomorrow evening, and although she’d be
coming home on the weekends and would see Lucien then, she wanted this time
with him now.

The
smile on her face was actually starting to get painful, but the words her dad
had spoken to her just an hour before replayed in her mind over and over again.

“I love you, sweetheart, and I want you
to be happy. If being with Lucien means that you smile, then who am I to stand
in the way of that? Honestly, I couldn’t have asked for a better man that will
protect you with his life. I may not be one-hundred percent on board with this,
only because I’ll need some time to get used to my baby girl with the club President,
but I want you to be happy.”

She
pulled into Lucien’s driveway, cut the engine, and stared at his place. The sun
had set, and the light in the living room was brightly lit with a yellow glow.
She got out of the car and headed up to his place. But before she could get to
the door or even knock on it Lucien had it opened. He stood in the entryway, no
shirt on, his tattooed chest on full display, and his sweats hanging low on his
hips. That V of muscle was on clear display, and with the light silhouetting
his profile the muscles on his big body were pronounced. She missed his touch,
longed for his mouth on her, and just missed him in general. But she couldn’t
stop staring at his face, one that was
bruised,
cut in
some places, and was swollen.

He
stepped aside, and she went inside, instantly feeling the memory of being here
with him, even if it had been innocent. She remembered his place well enough,
remembered the smell of it, the feel of the carpet beneath her feet, and the
sight of Lucien coming out of his room in nothing but his pants on. God, he had
looked so good that day, and she was so stunned that it had been three months
since all of that crap had gone down.

“Baby,”
Lucien said and shut the door behind him, sealing them in. They stared at each
other for several seconds.

“Are
you okay?” she said, feeling her throat tighten at the thought of her dad doing
this to him.

“I’m
good.” He smiled. “Not that I’m not happy to see you, because I really fucking
am, but what are you doing here? I thought we were going to wait to see each
other until Kink was a little calmer?”

Callie
didn’t say anything, didn’t even think about what she was doing until she
started walking toward him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and slammed
her mouth on his. She kissed him like her life depended on it, like she
couldn’t live another second of she didn’t have this moment with him.

Lucien
turned them around so now Callie was the one pressed against the door.
 
He pressed his body to hers, and she felt his
hard cock dig into her belly. He cupped her ass with one hand, and with the
other held a chunk of her hair in his fist. He kissed her raw and hard,
sweeping his tongue inside and claiming her. A moan left her when he sucked her
tongue in his mouth and gently dragged his teeth along it. The hand in her hair
tightened, sending a sting of pleasurable pain through her scalp, to her
breasts, and straight to the center of her pussy.

She
broke the kiss, breathing heavily and staring into his liquid silver-grey eyes.
“I spoke with my dad, or, well, he spoke with me.” She breathed out roughly, so
on edge with her arousal that she didn’t want to speak, but knowing it was
necessary to tell him.

“I
can’t say he is one-hundred percent okay with all of this, but he accepts what
I want and that I’m unbelievably happy with you.”

“Callie…”
Lucien cupped the side of her face, stared into her eyes, and then grinned.
“God, I fucking love you so much.” He kissed her
again,
making her feel possessed, loved, and so damn owned that the entire situation
almost felt surreal. And when he lifted her easily into his arms, deepened the
kiss, she knew tonight wasn’t going to be about soft and slow, but a fierce and
fast coupling that put everything else in the dust.

She
tightened her legs around his waist and ground herself on his erection. He
grunted out and used the leverage he had in her hair to tilt her
head
back. With her throat arched he broke their kiss and
dragged his tongue up her neck, as if marking her as his. God she loved that,
loved that he couldn’t control himself with her, the same way she couldn’t
control herself with him.

He
shifted his hands so both of them held her ass now, and then he moved one of
them up to her hip, and clenched her side for a second. When he slipped it
under the hem of her shirt she felt every roughened inch of his fingers on her
skin. It felt good to be touched by him, to feel the roughness that covered the
tips of his fingers. He ran his teeth up and down her neck, nipped at her
flesh, and thrust his erection into her again and again. She didn’t want to
wait any longer to feel him inside of her. They had already waited too long,
and now that her dad was starting to become accepting of this relationship she
just wanted to be with the man she loved, and not having to hide any of it.

She
was feverish and excited, and all she could think about was how it would feel
for him to thrust all those hard inches into her again. Lucien murmured
something against her flesh, but it was distorted against the base of her
throat. She didn’t care about words though. All she wanted was
him
. Moving her hands between their
bodies she fumbled to get his sweats off. But in the next instant she was being
turned in the air sharply and then set back on her feet. The cold, smooth
fabric of his couch pressed to her belly. Jerking her upright he pulled her
shirt from her in one swift move, and then tore her bra off. His actions were
hard and fast, frantic in their intensity. She loved it all.

A
small sound escaped her at the fact he was so worked up that he had torn the
material right from her. He had her pants off next, then the feel of his warm,
humid breath against the cheeks of her ass told her he was behind her. He
grabbed her bottom, massaged the globes until she felt herself pressing back
against him. Could he see how wet her panties were? He groaned and palmed her
ass right before he ran his nose up and down the crease of her bottom. God,
this was so wild, so untamed and unusual for her that she felt herself grow
wetter. He was acting like an animal, like a man that couldn’t control himself.

“I
can’t get enough of you. After having a taste of you all those weeks ago,
you’re all I think about. I want to make you come around me, scream out my
name, and know that you’re mine, Callie.”

She
didn’t even care that she had obviously spoken out loud.

“I
want to go slow, be gentle with you, baby, but I can’t tonight. I have to be
with you this way. Tell me
it’s
okay,” he said against
her flesh, and continued to palm her ass.

“I
just want
you
, Lucien.”

 
He curled his fingers into her hips and
groaned out, and she bit her lip and closed her eyes. He gripped the edge of
her thong, and slid it to the side. The air left her when he used his other
hand to spread her ass open and proceeded to run his tongue down the slit of
her pussy. He sucked and licked, and nipped along her swollen, heated flesh.
She was going to come.

“That’s
it, baby. Come for me. Come all over my mouth.” He sucked her clit into his
mouth. Lucien hummed around the bundle of nerves until she bit her lip hard
enough she tasted blood. The orgasm that tore through her was so intense she
panted for breath, and felt sweat start to line her spine and forehead.

“Ask
me for it, Callie.” He groaned out against her. “Ask me for my cock in your
pussy.”

Oh.
God.

His
words were so vulgar and should have turned her off, but this was Lucien, the
man that turned her on just by staring at her. “Lucien, please,
give
it to me.”

In
the next second he tore her panties off of her and threw them to the side. His
rough pants wafted across her back when she felt him step away. Sucking in a
great lungful of air, Callie looked over her shoulder and watched him shed his
pants. All she could do was
stare
at what stood big
and long from his body.

Taking
hold of the root of his cock he stroked it a few times. His gaze jumped from
her ass to her eyes. “Spread for me, Callie baby.”

Her
heart was pounding so hard she couldn’t think straight. Reaching behind her she
grabbed each cheek and spread them, feeling the cold air in the room, and her
heated flesh part. This was obscene, but so hot that she wanted more. She may
have been with only one man—this man—but all of this felt so right and good,
and she wanted it all.

“This
is mine,” he said and took a step closer, reached out, and touched her pussy.
“This.
Is.
Mine.” He stared into her eyes. “Say it.”

She
licked her lips. “My pussy is yours.”

“Fuck,
you’re so pink and wet for me.” He ran his finger down her slit and pushed it
into her pussy. Immediately she clamped down on the digit, and he grunted in
approval. Her inner thighs were so sensitive from the scruff along his cheeks
when he had eaten her out. He pressed his length between her pussy lips, and a
groan spilled from both of them.

That
first touch of his cockhead to her pussy sent a thrill up her spine. He rubbed
himself over and over against her, up and down and faster and harder until she
was moving her ass back against him, pleading without words that she wanted him
buried inside of her body.

“You’re
greedy.” There was nothing but strained heat in his words. “You’re
my
greedy little thing. You understand?”

She
licked her lips. “Yeah, I understand.” They stared at each other for several
seconds, and the only warning she got before he took her was his nails digging
into her flesh. He shoved all of those hard, thick inches into her, and she cried
out in pleasure and pain. Her inner muscles clenched along his length, and he
grunted.

“You
keep doing that and I won’t last ten fucking minutes inside of you, baby.”

He
let go of her waist and spread her cheeks so wide she knew he was watching his
cock move in and out of her body.
“Fucking hell, Callie.
I’ve been thinking about this since I was deep inside of you last time.” He
picked up speed and slammed harder into her. “If I hurt you, baby, tell me,
because I want you to come so many times you can’t even see straight.” He
slammed into her again and again until she couldn’t suck enough air into her
lungs. “You’re so fucking tight.”

Sweat
formed on her body, and she felt her orgasm start to churn inside of her,
threatening her that what was happening would end far too soon. He worked his
dick inside of her in deep, long strokes, and she curled her hands into the
couch.

“I’m
going to come.” She gasped out, and even though she wanted to feel it claim her
she didn’t want it to end yet.

Droplets
of Lucien’s sweat landed on her back, and she arched up, wanted it covering
her. As if her unspoken desire was spoken out loud Lucien leaned forward so his
sweat slicked chest rubbed along her back.

“I
want you smelling like me, tasting like me, and having my marks covering your
body because I own you.” He continued to thrust into her, and she forced
herself to hold off on coming. He pumped three more times and then pulled out.
Before disappointment could fill her he had her turned to face him. She wrapped
her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. He thrust back into her
easily. God, she was so wet for him.

As
he bit at the base of her neck she let him fuck her senseless. He started
walking down the hallway with her pussy still encasing his dick. Curling her
nails into his biceps, she bit her bottom lip. He instantly stopped moving
inside of her. She groaned in frustration. In a few quick strides he was in his
bedroom with the door slammed shut behind them. The room was too dark to really
see anything, but she didn’t need a visual. He had her in the center of the
mattress only a second later, and was back inside of her, thrusting deep and
long, and kissing the side of her neck again.

“I
love the way you smell.” He pumped into her slowly this time. “I love your
flavor.” He retreated and thrust back inside of her. He took her hands and
lifted them above her head. He made love to her soft and slow, long and deep,
and she felt another orgasm rising.

“Lucien,”
she breathed out.

“I
love the way you feel, and I fucking love that you’re all mine.” He slammed
into her, and the slow and long thrusting was gone. In its place was fast and
hard, and so demanding and dominating.