Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
“May I?” the man asked.
I glanced at Lucian from under my lashes, catching his nod.
Two fingers slid around my clit and up through my folds, barely dipping inside me before pulling out. A deep hum of pleasure preceded an accentuated pop, sliding his fingers from his mouth, tasting me. “Fucking delicious.” Another rumbled groan. “I’ll be back later for more.”
I’d kneeled there for all of ten minutes, and I was already panting like it’d been hours of foreplay. How the hell was I supposed to survive? And what came next?
A couple more guests came by, some only commenting while others touched like the first man. One woman kneeled behind me so she “could taste it from the source.” I’d moaned and pushed back, chasing her mouth as she pulled away. I’d never had another woman touch me, but I realized I was missing out when, with only two slides of her tongue and a quick suck of her lips, I almost came right then and there.
I’d glared at Lucian when I heard him chuckle after he saw the desperate move, earning me a devious smirk.
“What are the rules if we want to do more than touch?” a new man asked an hour into the night.
“No fucking,” Lucian stated.
I jerked my wide-eyed gaze to him, but found him looking at the man behind me. I didn’t know what I expected, but a part of me braced for another man’s cock inside me. I’d said I was okay with it, but now that he’d taken the option away, I could admit that a part of me was relieved. The part of me that only wanted to feel Lucian stretching me wide and no one else.
“No blow jobs. No anal play. You check with me before she moves.”
“For her? I can follow those rules.”
“Good.”
A hand rested against my ass, squeezing as the other slid up my thigh.
I held my breath, waiting for him to touch me more intimately than gentle strokes just out of reach of where I needed them.
“I’ll lick this pussy until she screams,” he said, finally sliding his thumb over my slit. “I bet she’s fucking wild when she comes.”
My body froze—muscles clenched; lungs stopped. Lucian sat up, noticing the change, but I spoke before he could interfere. “Red,” I wheezed.
“Back away,” Lucian ordered, his voice like cold steel.
“Of course.” The man complied, his tone losing the playful lust from a moment ago.
He pulled his hands back, and I sucked in a deep breath.
“Aspen?”
“Red,” I said again.
“We’re done here. Please leave,” Lucian said to the man. He brushed his hand through my hair and cupped my cheek, blocking out everyone around us. “Sit up, princess.”
I complied, but struggled to meet his eyes. Now that the man was gone, I replayed the comment, and my cheeks heated, embarrassed for my likely overreaction.
“I’m sorry,” I muttered.
“Don’t apologize for using your safe word if you needed it,” he stated before gently asking, “What happened?”
I shook my head. “It’s silly now that I think about it.”
“If you felt the need to use your safe word, then it’s not silly, and I don’t want it to happen again. So, I need you to talk to me. Your pleasure and comfort are all that matter to me. I can’t take care of you if we don’t communicate.”
Rolling my lips between my teeth, I struggled to push past my own reprimanding thoughts because he was right. And, as I chose to do earlier, I trusted Lucian. I needed to trust him with this. “It was the whole wild comment. How he said he bet I was wild when I orgasmed. It was…it was what my boyfriend’s friends said whe-when—”
“Okay,” Lucian cut in. “Thank you for sharing that with me. Sometimes, even simple things we didn’t account for can trigger a reaction. Everyone has different experiences that can make them uncomfortable. Your reaction was valid, and I’m proud of you for using your safe word.” He framed my face in both hands and tilted my head, making it impossible to avoid his stare. “Would you like to take a break or stop?”
I met his gaze, and a fracture cracked open in my chest.
It was the same expression he wore when he looked at his godfather. That same devastating softness and concern, threaded with an unspoken promise that he would make everything better, if only I let him.
And God, I wanted to.
I wanted so much when he looked at me like that—so much that I couldn’t have.
But I could have tonight. “I want to keep going.”
His deep brown irises melted into warm chocolate threaded with pride—and I melted with them.
“What now, Sir?”
A growl rumbled in his chest as his thumb traced my lips. “A drink, and then back in position.”
He had ensured I drank water frequently between touches, but now he lifted his own drink to my lips. I held his stare and swallowed, loving the clench of his jaw when he watched my tongue slick across my lips before falling back to my elbows.