Flesh: Part Ten (The Flesh Series Book 10)

Flesh

Part Ten

SKY CORGAN

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CHAPTER ONE

There is absolutely
no way that I'm going to fuck in the middle of a furniture store
where I regularly do business. Doesn't Lucian know that there are
cameras all over the place? We'll get caught. Walter, or someone else
whom I've probably met in person, will see us. That's ten times worse
than being spied on by Lucian's limo driver, who has likely watched
him have sex with dozens of women and paid no mind to it.

“
Not
happening.” I use as much force as I can muster to push myself
out of Lucian's arms.

I'm not dumb enough
to think he'll give up that easily. The man is tenacious when it
comes to getting what he desires. If I want to get out of this, I
need to escape.

I take long strides
to the room divider, trying to squeeze my chubby body through it
before Lucian has a chance to get to me. He's too fast though. My hip
hasn't even popped through to the other side before his arms are
around me, pulling me back. Not just pulling me back, but picking me
up.

I want to scream,
but that would draw attention to us, and I definitely don't want the
cops called because he's being unruly. If Tyra caught wind of that,
she'd likely cancel his contract and force me into pressing charges.
A worse situation than the one I'm currently in.

“
Lucian,”
I growl at him, keeping my voice low. My legs flail while I try to
pry his arms from around me.

He effortlessly
throws me onto the bed. It creaks beneath my weight, and I cringe at
the sound. Damn cheap, crappy bed. No wonder it's hidden behind
everything.

Lucian stands in
front of me, filling the small space between the room divider and the
bed. I glare at him for a split second, at the blatant predatory look
in his eyes, before I realize that he's unzipping his slacks.

“
Lucian,
no.” I place both of my hands over his crotch as if it will
keep him from pulling his dick out. It doesn't. My palms touch hot
smooth skin, and my face turns about ten different shades of red in
the blink of an eye.

Lucian roughly grabs
me by my hair, tugging me forward. I gasp at the force of it. “You
want to please me? Then start sucking.”

My mouth falls
agape, and I'm honestly surprised that he doesn't take advantage of
the situation and shove his dick down my throat. He's usually pretty
good at acting on any opening he can find—exploiting any
weakness in my exterior.

The smell of his sex
invades my nostrils and perks my hormones, but this isn't the place
or time for being aroused. My eyes dart to the gaps in the room
dividers, then at the visible corners of the ceiling and columns to
look for video cameras. For the briefest of moments, I consider
giving in to desire, but then I remember how much is at stake. I
would lose my job if we got caught. There's no doubt in my mind about
that.

“
Not
right now, Lucian,” I say gently, hoping that by being calm, it
will make him reconsider. Being upset and panicked just seems to turn
him on more, to make him act out against me.

“
I
can't think of a better time.” He strokes himself lazily.
There's not even a hint of concern on his face that we might get
caught. His expression is all lust and expectation.

“
I
can think of a thousand better times,” I grumble.

“
You
want me to buy furniture, yes? This is how you're going to get me to
do it.” There's a wicked gleam in his eyes as if he knows he's
got me right where he wants me.

“
That's
a low blow to strike. Threatening my job for a blowjob.” I
glare at him. This assholery definitely doesn't make me want to suck
him off. Would he really back out of the contract if I don't give in
to his sexual demands?

“
I'm
just trying to give you motivation.” He smirks.

“
The
only thing you're motivating me to want to do is bite your dick when
it's in my mouth.” I cross my arms over my chest.

“
Oh,
come on, Amy. It will be fun. Live a little.”

I'm starting to
wonder why his idea of me living a little always seems to involve
compromising myself or something important to me.

I bite my bottom lip
and suck in a breath, looking around the room again before zeroing in
on his cock. It's not hard yet, somewhere in between. His hand moves
back and forth, pumping blood and life into it. I bet my mouth would
get it hard a lot faster.

In truth, I have
been wanting to suck him off—have thought about it several
times. Not like this though. I wanted the moment to be intimate and
private and something I could enjoy. If I do it now, I won't be able
to focus on giving him the pleasure that I want to. I'll be way too
paranoid.

“
How
about we buy the furniture and then I'll blow you in the limo?”
It's the best compromise I can come up with. He gets what he wants. I
get what I want. We're both happy. My job isn't at risk.

“
That
wouldn't please me, Amy.” He shakes his head.

“
Ugh.
You're so difficult.” I throw a miniature fit, slamming my
hands down on the bed and sighing in disgust. This only seems to
amuse him, because his smirk broadens and he nudges my head closer to
his cock. “Fine. But it's going to be a quickie, and afterward
you're going to behave.”

I expect him to
agree with me, but he doesn't answer. Instead, he guides my mouth to
his tip. I grind my teeth together, the thought of biting him still
at the forefront of my mind. He would deserve it, but I think we both
know that I wouldn't actually do it. Even though he's being an
asshole right now, I do still care for him.

“
Stick
your tongue out,” he tells me as if I need instructions.

I inhale deeply and
close my eyes before doing what I'm told. The soft ridge of his glans
touches the flat of my tongue. Lucian's grip softens on my hair when
he presses himself forward and fills my mouth. A wave of lust rolls
through me as I taste him, my lips almost instinctively closing
around him. I've dreamed about this moment for quite a while. If only
we were somewhere that I could cut loose on him, sloppily lick and
suck and use my tongue the way I want to. Here in the furniture
store, the only sound to drown us out is the soft classical music
flowing from the speakers—not loud enough to drown out much of
anything. I need to be muted. We both need to be muted.

I can control my own
vocalization. I can't control him though. All I can do is hope that
he doesn't moan or make some loud noise that would draw attention to
us.

“
Good
girl.” He brushes a strand of hair away from my face before
rounding his fingers down to hold my chin while he thrusts into my
mouth.

I can feel his cock
expanding to its full girth. It's such a strange feeling, like
holding a long, fleshy balloon in my mouth while someone blows it up
from the other end. A balloon doesn't get this hard though. A balloon
doesn't have thick bulging veins that I want to slick my tongue down.
A balloon doesn't taste like this.

Lucian groans softly
and closes his eyes. He looks strangely peaceful like he's actually
enjoying the blowjob despite my lack of effort. I'm letting him
control the whole thing, barely sucking as he probes in and out of
me. My mind is caught between wishing I could do more and just
wanting it to be over. While I'm turned on, it's hard to gain any
pleasure when I'm constantly worried about the threat to my job if we
get caught.

Thankfully, he
doesn't make me blow him for long. Oddly, my body feels at a loss
when he finally pulls out. There's a hungry part of me that wants to
keep sucking him, to see him to completion. That would mean that I'd
have to swallow though, and I'm honestly not sure if I'm up for that.
It has always seemed like such a dirty thing to me. But I have a
feeling that he'll eventually make me do it. He's that kind of man.

I wipe my mouth with
the back of my hand, trying to look upset as I wait for him to put
his toy away. He doesn't though. Instead, he pulls something out of
his pocket. My eyes go wide as I realize it's a condom. I'm not sure
if I'm more shocked that he actually bought a condom or that I now
know he's not going to be satisfied with just a blowjob.

“
Take
off your underwear,” he tells me before tearing the foil
wrapper open with his teeth.

“
Lucian,
no.” My voice elevates from shock.

“
Come
on, Amy. You don't want us to get caught, right?” He unrolls
the condom over his length before shoving the empty wrapper back into
his pocket.

“
Lucian,
there are cameras.” I gesture towards the ceiling.

“
Then
I guess we're going to give security a show.”

The way he's being
so nonchalant about it infuriates me. Doesn't he realize that I could
get in major trouble for this? The kind of trouble that could destroy
my entire life.

“
You
put that thing away or I'm going to break it.” I point to his
dick, trying my best to sound threatening.

“
You're
such a funny girl.” He takes a step back.

For a moment, I
think he's going to let me go, but instead, he bends slightly,
grabbing my legs and spinning me around on the bed. I stifle a cry,
swallowing hard and choking on my own breath.

Lucian is on top of
me before I have a chance to recompose myself, his hands shoving up
my skirt and wrapping around my underwear. I try to stop him from
pulling them down, but it's no use.

“
Lucian,
God dammit. This isn't fun and it isn't sexy.”

“
Do
you really think there are cameras watching us?” he asks as he
tugs my underwear over my heels, balls them up and shoves them into
his pocket.

“
Yes.”
I squeeze my legs together, trying to bar him access to my naked
parts.

“
Don't
you think that if anyone could see us, they would have come to rescue
you by now?” He pulls me toward the end of the bed by my
ankles, his dick bouncing crudely. If I wasn't so caught up with
trying to resist him, I'd probably be blatantly staring at it.

“
I
like how you know I need to be rescued from you.” I spit venom
at him, hoping it will make him back off.

He's right though,
if someone was watching the cameras, I can only assume they'd call
the police or send security to intervene. Nothing that's gone on
between us since we walked into this area would look consensual to an
onlooker.

Lucian lets go of me
and stands there for a moment, his eyes scanning over me curiously.
“Do I frighten you, Amy?”

It seems like a
strange thing to ask. I'm obviously not pleased with what's going on.
If we were somewhere else, somewhere not related to my job, I might
actually enjoy this though.

“
No,
Lucian. You don't frighten me.” I shake my head. “I
just...There's too much at stake here. If I get caught...”