Flesh: Part Six (The Flesh Series Book 6) (4 page)

“
You. You're
what's wrong with me.” He grabs my hands and pulls me down to
him for another kiss. This time, he does guide my fingers to the
bulge in his pants. It's pressing so hard, desperate to get
out—desperate to be inside of me.

I rub him
absentmindedly as we kiss, feeling like an inexperienced idiot. You'd
think I've never touched a cock before with how awkwardly my hands
are moving. If he notices though, he doesn't say anything.

He slips his fingers
back between my legs, parting my lips to zero in on my clit. The
passes his fingertip makes around my cleft are so gentle it's almost
maddening. I want him to rub me harder, and my hips buck towards his
hand to indicate that.

“
Someone's
needy,” he teases, turning his hand over and moving it farther
down.

Within an instant, I
feel his thick digits probing at my entryway. He pushes one finger
inside of me, curling it so that his palm is bearing down on my clit
as he rubs my inner walls. I tilt my head back and moan. This wasn't
supposed to happen. We weren't supposed to be together tonight. But
damn it, I just can't resist him.

“
Oh God,”
I whisper into his ear as he forces another finger into me,
stretching me.

“
You're so
fucking wet for me,” his words are dark and sensual.

He hooks an arm
around my neck as if he's trying to pull me down farther onto his
fingers. Our lips meet, and his kiss is full of heat. I pant against
his mouth as he begins pumping his fingers up into me. The pressure
of his palm on my clit is heavenly. I can barely think through all
the pleasure I'm feeling.

“
You're going
to come all over my hand, and then you're going to come all over my
dick.”

“
No. I can't.
He might see.” I want to look back to see if the driver is
watching us, but I refuse to be parted from Lucian's perfect lips.
Kissing him is driving my climax to a deeper place. My hips grind
into his hand, seeking out that moment when nothing else in the
entire world matters other than my body's response to being with him.

It's not long before
I find it. My orgasm wrecks me, making me clamp down on his fingers
and stifle the urge to scream. It's so damn good that I'm sure all of
Florida would hear me if I were brave enough to express myself. As it
is, the magical moment has to pass over me in silence. My enjoyment
of his touch isn't lost on Lucian though. He pushes his fingers as
far into me as they can go and puts pressure on my clit in slow tight
circles.

“
You...”
I say breathlessly, but nothing else comes out. I'm not even sure
what I was going to say. The orgasm was that good.

“
I need to be
inside of you.” He pulls his fingers out of me and unzips his
pants.

I gaze down at the
space between us as he takes out his cock. It's huge, and the tip is
already glistening with a bead of pre-seed. My mouth waters with the
desire to suck on it. That's too crude though. I could never do it
here, not when I know that we're probably being watched. Everything
else we're doing is bad enough.

“
I'm going to
fuck you,” I tell him. I'm so lust-drunk that it's pathetic.
Even though I just had an amazing orgasm, I want more. My body is so
desperately greedy for him.

“
Are you?”
He sounds a bit surprised.

I grab the base of
his cock and lift myself a bit, being ever mindful of the pervert in
the driver's seat. I really don't want him to see this, so I put as
little space between Lucian's dick and my pussy as I can while I
guide him to my hole.

Just when I think
that I'm in charge, Lucian shows me that I'm completely wrong. His
cock finds my opening, and he wraps his hands around my hips and
presses me down with such force that I feel impaled. Despite my
resolve to be quiet, I cry out from the intense stretching sensation.
The bite of pleasure-pain between my legs makes me see stars. It
hurts so good.

“
Fuck. I don't
think I'm ever going to get used to how tight you are,” he
breathes, every bit as lost in the moment as I am.

“
I don't think
I'm ever going to get used to how big your dick is,” I counter,
feeling my pussy struggling to adjust to his girth.

“
God, I feel
like I'm going to fucking come just from you squeezing around me.”
He relaxes back against the seat.

“
I'm going to
make you come.” I put a hand on his shoulder for leverage and
pull myself almost all the way off of him before dropping myself down
on him again.

“
Holy shit,
Amy.” He closes his eyes and tilts his head back.

His Adam's apple
looks absolutely delicious, so I take a moment to lick all the way up
it. He tastes like skin and sweat. All man. All mine.

I wrap my arms
around his neck and begin moving slowly. The pain dies down, and pure
pleasure takes over as I feel him grow inside of me. The stretching
sensation is absolutely blissful, the way that he fills me
completely.

“
This is
unexpected.” He drapes his hands around my waist and begins
thrusting up into me gently.

“
It is,”
I admit. I can't even believe I'm acting like this. He just does
something to me. It's entirely unexplainable.

“
If we were
back at my place, I'd fuck you so hard you couldn't walk tomorrow,”
he tells me with conviction.

“
Too bad I
didn't agree to go back to your place then.” My breathing is
ragged as my body begins to give way to exhaustion. I had forgotten
how labor intensive it is to be on top.

Thankfully, Lucian
has more than enough energy for the both of us. When he notices me
starting to fade, he takes control, pumping up into me so hard that
it makes the whole limo shake. A blush comes to my cheeks as I
realize that the driver definitely knows what we're doing now. There
could be no question about it. He wouldn't even have to peek back
here to figure it out.

Lucian leans forward
and lavishes affection on my breasts as he thrusts up into me. I
allow my head to roll back, enjoying every little sensation, my clit
throbbing from the friction. It's difficult for him to get good
leverage being on the bottom, so I eventually decide to start moving
again. I need to come, and I know exactly what to do to make it
happen.

Throwing my cares of
the driver watching us to the wind, I bounce on Lucian like he's a
pogo stick. The limo dips and jumps with my movement, and Lucian
groans beneath me. His expression is absolutely exquisite, like he's
lost in some perfect place where nothing matters but us. His
breathing quickly becomes unsteady as I ride him hard and fast.

“
Fuck, Amy,
I'm going to—”

“
So am I,”
I pant. Half a second later, my body is giving in a second time.

I fall heavily onto
him as my pussy contracts around his dick, my clit firing off in
tandem. His cock swells and pulses as it spills into me. I listen to
his breath hitch as the orgasm drains him. Knowing that I was in
control of it—that I gave him this much pleasure—fills me
with a sense of accomplishment and pride. He's a sexual God, and I
totally owned him.

“
Holy shit.”
He swipes his tongue across his bottom lip, closing his eyes.

“
Mhm.” I
nod slightly, trying not to look too smug.

“
That was
amazing. Up.” He pats my bottom, wanting me to get off of him.

“
No.” I
shake my head.

“
No?” He
raises an eyebrow, his expression somewhere between amusement and
confusion.

“
I want to
stay here, just like this. Well, kinda like this.” I pull my
top back up over my chest, though it's kind of stretched from his
rough handling.

“
Is that so?”
He smiles.

“
That's so.
I'm going to stay here until your dick is soft, and I'm not going to
get off of you until we get to my apartment.” I can't believe
I'm being so demanding. More than that, I can't believe that he's
going along with it.

“
As you wish.”
He tenderly kisses me on the forehead before drawing me into his
arms.

I sigh contently as
I rest me head on his shoulder, listening to his breathing slow down.
It's strange being with him like this, knowing his seed is inside of
me and not really caring. It doesn't take long before he begins to
soften, but still I hold him inside of me. Nothing has ever felt more
intimate to me than being with him as we are now.

He strokes my hair
for the rest of the ride, his head leaning against mine. The silence
would normally make me feel awkward, but right now, it's golden.
We're both exhausted from being at Fleshfest and from what we just
did. The memory of the girl sitting on his lap taints my good mood
and makes me frown as I wonder who she was—who she
really
was.

“
Are all of
your female friends as close to you as that girl?” I ask,
unable to resist.

“
What?”
He pulls his head back to look at me.

“
The girl on
your lap at Fleshfest.” I straighten myself. “Is it
normal for you to...”

His expression is
hard and cold. “It bothered you.”

I lower my gaze, a
bit embarrassed to admit the truth. “Yes. Well, a little.”

“
Amy.”
He grabs my chin and lifts it. “I don't belong to you.”

His words drive a
stake right through my heart. Every pleasant thing I've felt for him
all day falls away like glass from a shattered window.

“
I know you
don't.” I jerk out of his grasp and crawl off of his lap. The
stickiness between my legs fills me with disgust.

The timing of my
question was shitty, but I suppose it's not the worst thing. The limo
pulls to a stop in front of my apartment, and I stare out the window,
not sure about what to say.

“
I guess this
is it,” my tone conveys my discontent at his comment.

Lucian says nothing
as the driver parks the vehicle and walks around to open my door. My
memory flashes to the word 'slut' written across Janice's ass in
welts. That's how I feel right now. That one word is what this whole
night boiled down to. He's not mine, and yet I keep giving myself to
him freely over and over again. It's not right. It's not the way that
I should be acting.

I wrap my arms
around myself for comfort as I climb out of the limo. I had thought
this night was about Lucian and I getting closer—that he wanted
me to come to Fleshfest because he wanted me to be a part of his
world—because he wanted to be mine. Apparently, I was sorely
mistaken.

“
Amy.”
The sound of him saying my name makes me want to cringe.

I turn to him, not
even bothering to ask him what he wants.

“
There's
something you should know about me.” He's staring at me so
intently that it commands my attention. I feel like he's about to
tell me something important—something that I should really
listen to. “I make people beautiful, but I also destroy
beautiful people.”

CHAPTER THREE

It's a warning—a
very cryptic warning. He wanted me to come to Fleshfest, to see into
his world, to be with him. But now he's trying to push me away. In
very few words, he's telling me that he's going to hurt me.

That's an
understatement. He's already hurt me. A lot. Time and time again.
Every time I'm with him, I end up getting hurt. Why do I feel the
need to keep coming back, then?

Surprisingly, I
don't cry. I leave him without looking back. My eyes are forward,
wide, blank, empty. It feels like my heart is dead, but my brain is
on overdrive.

I make people
beautiful, but I also destroy beautiful people. Does that mean he's
officially done with me? Are we over? Was that goodbye sex? It
doesn't make sense. Nothing makes sense anymore. We were having so
much fun together. Why would he push me away at the last minute? Was
it because I asked about the girl?

I'm tired of trying
to decode the mystery that's Lucian Reddick. More than that, I'm just
plain tired.

The first thing I do
when I get into my apartment is text Janice to let her know that I
rode home with Lucian. Then I jump into the shower and wash his seed
out of me. The numb feeling has returned—my coping mechanism
for his little slight. I'm building the defensive fort around my
heart again, but I'm not even sure if I need it anymore.