I laughed. “Stop it. It’s only been like ten minutes! You can’t be ready to go again already.”
“Oh no?” He got off the bed and came toward me.
I shrieked and ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. Knowing Lucas, he’d try to follow me into the shower for round two and make us late. But damn he’d looked good lying there with his hand in his pants. Just like I imagined him when we were on the phone. Was he really hard again already?
On second thought, we have no reservation and don’t have to be anywhere at any certain time.
I unlocked the door.
Sponfuckingtaneous was my new middle name.
Ten minutes later, I was rinsing the body wash from my skin when the lights went out in the bathroom.
I froze in the steamy blackness. “Lucas?”
The curtain slid open and his silhouette appeared. His naked silhouette.
“So.” He stepped into the shower. “If I have to share you with other people tonight, I need to get my fill of you before we leave.” He moved under the spray behind me, wrapping his arms around my stomach and pressing his erection into my lower back. “Although I don’t think that’s possible.”
I smiled. “Feel free to try.”
His wet body against mine stirred up more memories of Paris, and I leaned back against him, sliding my hands along his forearms—wait, what was in his hands? Before I could ask, he took me by the wrists and lifted my arms.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Shhh. No more talking.” He crossed my wrists and secured them to the towel bar on the wall in front of me with his tie. “I haven’t seen you for a month, you’ve been here four hours already, and I’ve only f**ked you once. That is unacceptable.”
“Your tie will get wet.” But my stomach was jumping.
He yanked the knot tighter and reached between my thighs, easily slipping a finger inside me. “I like wet.” He brought his lips to my ear. “Now be a good girl and spread your legs.”
Holy f**k.
I’d been tied up by Lucas before. I’d been in the shower with Lucas before. But being tied up by Lucas in the shower was a little like being served a molten chocolate lava cake with a giant plate of tiramisu on the side.
I licked my lips. And spread my legs.
“That’s it. Now lean forward.”
I followed his instructions and he dropped to his knees, sealing his mouth on my pu**y from behind.
“Oh Jesus.” Silver streaks of light shot past me in the dark. Had I closed my eyes or was it raining stars in the shower? His tongue darted inside me, his hands squeezed my ass, his lips moved up and down my slick soft folds like I was covered in frosting and he didn’t want to leave one drop behind. Oh f**k, I hoped the towel bar was soldered to the wall as tightly as his mouth was to my clit. I was pulling on it so hard I was nearly hanging from it.
Lucas stood, pressing his wet body to mine. “I crave your taste. I miss it every f**king day.” Two fingers eased inside me while his other hand slid up my stomach and closed over one breast. Leaning forward slightly, I arched my back, pressing into his hand and his cock.
“And I love when you do that,” he whispered in my ear, and I could hear more than a trace of his accent. “When you stick out your pretty little ass that way. It makes me so hard.”
He was hard, I could feel it. I was dying to get my hands on him—round one had been so fast, I’d barely touched him. I pictured his wet, naked body in the dark, rivulets of hot water running down his muscular chest, his hard stomach, his V lines.
Oh f**k, that V.
Those delicious oblique lines between his hips that made my knees soft and my ni**les hard. I wanted to trace them with my fingers, then my tongue. Yes, yes, yes, I wanted to drop to my knees, slide my hands down his slick, hot skin, watch him get harder and thicker as he anticipated my mouth around his cock. I wanted his taste in my mouth.
But my hands were bound. I couldn’t move.
“Lucas, I want to suck you,” I said breathlessly. “Untie me just for a little bit.”
He laughed. “Not a chance, princess.” He moved both hands to my hips, holding me tight against him as he slid his hard length between my bu**ocks. “You made me chase you tonight. You ran from me. You don’t deserve to get what you want just yet.” Grabbing a fistful of my wet hair, he yanked my head back and spoke low in my ear. “You’re not going anywhere.”
My scalp tingled, but I loved that cocktail of pleasure and pain. It only made me want him more. “Please,” I begged. “You’ll like it. You can tie my hands behind my back.”
“That’s a good idea. And maybe I’ll do it later on tonight. But right now…” He let go of my hair and positioned his c**k between my legs. “I’ve got you right where I want you.”
My mouth fell open as he penetrated my body, filling me completely. With slow, decadent strokes, he moved in and out, holding my hips steady. “God, I love when you go slow like that. I can feel every inch of you so deep.”
“You like it deep?” He pushed all the way in, so far he lifted me off my heels. “Like that?”
“Yes,” I breathed, feeling my pu**y tighten instinctively around him. “Fuck. You’re hitting…that spot.”
“Yeah?” He began thrusting faster, harder, reaching around with one hand to rub my clit again.
“Yes. Oh my God… Right there. ” I arched back against him, my body on fire, inside and out. The way my arms were immobilized made every sensation in my lower body more intense. My insides contracted, a vise around his solid flesh, and the tiny bundle of nerves under his hand began to hum.