Chapter Nine
Night Sky
After a lovely lunch and a lot of stolen kisses, Lucas suggested we ride a bit more. I think we travelled the entire expanse of the estate by the time he motioned for us to stop. We were in front of what appeared to be an abandoned barn, yet it looked like it had been fully maintained. It was weird it was so far away from the main house and all the other barns. But I didn’t question Lucas about it. I was having way too much fun just being with him.
He dismounted, and I did the same – without his help this time – and then he gathered a blanket from the saddle bag. It was the same blanket we’d sat on for our picnic.
“Follow me,” he said.
We entered through a small side door that creaked when Lucas opened it, and for a moment I was afraid it would fall off its hinges. I looked around, amazed there was so much fresh hay inside. For being unused, I didn’t expect it to be so…clean. During my visual perusal, I noticed an open skylight pretty cool.
Lucas spread the blanket out on top of the hay, directly below the skylight. “I thought maybe we could just watch the stars for a while. They’re starting to come out.”
I smiled. “That would be lovely.”
He settled on the blanket, and I lay next to him, both of us on our backs, staring up at the darkening evening sky. Our silence was comfortable, which was refreshing, and I allowed my mind to wander places I hadn’t let it go before: the dream of a future with Lucas. Marriage. Children. Making love to him every night. I sighed and closed my eyes.
“Something wrong?” he asked.
“No.” I turned my head so I was facing him. “Everything is absolutely perfect.”
He gave me that same sexy smile that made my knees weak the first night I’d met him, and I rolled onto my side. Lucas did the same, his arm going around my waist and pulling me closer, so close our bodies were pressed together. And then he kissed me. Softly at first, then a bit harder until I felt like my whole body was on fire, and he was devouring me. We’d kissed a lot, but never like this, never with so much passion I thought I’d overdose on it.
“You’re absolutely perfect,” he said, smiling against my lips.
I chuckled, tracing the curve of his cheek, the angle of his jaw. “Thank you for everything, Lucas. These past few weeks have been amazing.”
“Yes, they have.” He gently guided me onto my back and brought his body over mine. “And they’re about to get a hell of a lot better.” He said. His grin was wicked, his intentions clear.
I had no intentions or desire to stop him. I wanted this just as much as he did, and damn it, if I had to let him go soon, I was going to have something to remember him by, something I could recall during the long, lonely nights.
Lucas slanted his mouth over mine and kissed me slowly, softly, savoring every second of our embrace. And then he slipped his hand up under the hem of my shirt, his strong, calloused hand grazing over my belly button, causing me to shudder. Goose bumps erupted on my skin when he traced lazy circles around my stomach and ribs. Kissing him like this seared my senses, and I couldn’t feel anything other than his body melded against mine, his tongue twisting and turning around mine. And I couldn’t taste anything other than the sweet, sugary remnants of fruit on his lips. He tasted and felt heavenly.
I pushed him over onto his back and flung my leg over his waist, straddling him. He looked momentarily surprised, but then his hands landed on my hips, and he held me as I leaned down to claim his lips. I’d never been what anyone would call sexually aggressive, and I really didn’t consider what I was doing right now overly aggressive, but I did get a rush from taking control like this. And Lucas didn’t seem to mind in the least.
Pulling away, I reached for his shirt, tugging it out from the waist band of his jeans, and then I began to unbutton it, my fingernails grazing along his bare skin each time another button was undone. Every time I did, his stomach would hollow and he’d inhale sharply. He made no move to stop me though. In fact, when my hands fumbled around his waist, trying to yank the back of his shirt free from his pants, he lifted just enough to make that possible. I guided his shirt from his shoulders and was struck by how gorgeous his chest was. I mean, I knew he was muscular, but good God, those muscles should be labeled a deadly sin.
I trailed my fingers down the length of his upper body, noting how soft the light dusting of hair on his chest and stomach was. Then I leaned down and kissed his chest. He groaned, which only empowered me more. I moved down his body, kissing as I went. The feel of his hard body beneath my lips burnt me alive. He gripped my shoulders, and I looked up at him under my lashes. His eyes were closed, his mouth parted on a sigh. I dragged my mouth up his stomach and chest, nipping at his neck and jaw before plunging my tongue into his mouth, kissing him with a ferocity that made it nearly impossible for me to stay still.
I wanted him.
I would have him.
I once again slid down his body, flicking the button on his jeans open, and then slowly pulling his zipper down. My gaze was on him, desperate to know if he was okay with this, if he was upset in any way that I’d decided to take control like this.
He rolled his eyes and moaned. “Rebecca,” he said.
My heart was racing so damn fast I fought to breathe. I looked up at him with a sultry smile moments before pulling his thick, hard flesh from the confines of his jeans and wrapping my slender fingers around his shaft.
Lucas looked down at me and watched as I took him into my mouth. He was so big, my cheeks and lips stretched to an almost uncomfortable degree, but the taste of him far outweighed any mild discomfort I had. Besides, once I did this for a little while, it would be so bad. I just had to allow my body time to adjust to him.
He reached down, gathering my hair and holding it away from my face. “Fuck,” he groaned, drawing out the word.
I slowly drew back until nothing but my tongue rested on the underside of the head, and then I licked over it with erotic hunger. Down his shaft and up again. From the way he was panting now, I had to assume he liked it. No man had ever tasted as good to me as he did. I wanted to stay like this with him forever, to shut out the entire world, ignore everyone and everything, and just have it be the two of us.
“Oh God, yeah.” His eyes rolled back as I drew him into my mouth again, cupping his sack in my hand. “Rebecca, baby, I’m gonna come,” he warned me. I sucked him harder for a moment, unsure if I wanted to actually let him come in my mouth, but he made that decision for me when he pulled out of my mouth and guided my lips back to his.
“Lucas,” I breathed out his name as his mouth crushed mine.
“That was…” He shook his head. “I have no words, but now, it’s my turn.” He winked.
I held my breath, knowing full well what his intentions were. Panic seized me, and I opened my mouth to tell him no, but I couldn’t get the word to form. I swallowed hard, reminding myself that this was Lucas, and he’d never do anything to hurt me. Yet, I couldn’t quite let that thought alone settle my nerves. My eyes widened, and I shook my head back and forth.
Lucas’s hands stroked up my legs, his fingers deftly working the button on my jeans. The sound of my zipper being pulled down echoed around the barn.
“Lucas,” I whispered, my voice wavering. I couldn’t stop myself. I wanted him to know. He deserved to know.
He stopped and looked at me. “Don’t tell me you’ve never...”
“No,” I said. “No one has ever...” I could feel the heat rise on my cheeks, and I silently cursed myself for blushing so badly.
Lucas refused to hide his smile as he brought his mouth to mine and gave me a tender reassuring kiss. “Are you a virgin, Rebecca?”
“No,” I whispered, “but I’ve never had anyone…” I swallowed hard, suddenly feeling very foolish, “perform oral on me.”
He chuckled, giving me another kiss. “Trust me.”
I nodded and he slowly removed my jeans and panties befor
e finding my mouth again. I braced myself on my hands and let my head fall back to my shoulders as he nipped and licked his way down my body, removing my shirt as he went. The cool night air blew across my now naked body, hardening my nipples.
“So beautiful,” he crooned as he inched closer to my thighs, and I couldn’t stop myself from watching him, mesmerized by the sight of his head, with that gorgeous soft hair, between my legs.
Lucas lifted my right leg, bending it so my foot was flat on the blanket and kissed his way toward the apex of my thighs. He repeated this on my left leg. I had no idea what to expect, but the anticipation was killing me. He put his hand on my stomach and gently guided me back so I was lying flat, keeping his head tucked between my legs.
“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to do this?” he said, stroking his thumb over my now throbbing lips, holding my butt still so that I couldn’t move away from him. Not that I wanted to.
All the air rushed out of my lungs, and I was left gasping at the feel of Lucas’s mouth on my swollen, needy nub. He kissed it, sucked it into his mouth, drew it out, released it, and then flicked his tongue over it. I dug my heels into the hay, bracing myself against the rush of sensations that flooded over me. “Oh, God, yes!” I cried as his tongue played with me, dipping inside me, stoking the already raging fire between my legs.
Lucas let go of my butt and ran his hands along the inside of my legs, spreading them open. I hadn’t even realized I’d closed them around his head. It was a reflex to the intense sensations coursing through my veins. His fingers parted my folds, and his tongue licked up one side of my lips and down the other. My hips came up off the ground, and my hands bunched in his hair holding him to me.
It was so good I didn’t think it could get any better. Or rather, if it did get any better, I knew I would never survive it. Then he slid a finger or two inside of me, his thumb applying just the right amount of pressure to the bundle of nerves he’d so skillfully teased with his tongue moments earlier, his tongue working me into a frenzy of bucks and moans.
“Lucas,” I moaned as I came around his fingers. My orgasm was all-consuming, making my face go numb, my eyes burst with vibrant flashes of light, my legs tremble uncontrollably as he eased his fingers out of me, and my entire body quivered. I don’t recall a time I’ve ever came so hard or fast.
He feathered kisses up my body, lingering on the indentation of my waist and hipbone before climbing over me, putting his palms flat on either side of my head. I sat up on my elbows and looked into his eyes. They were darker than I’d ever seen them before. It was a seething look of desire.
Desire for me!
“Make love to me, Lucas,” I whispered.