Wheeler, page 11
part #8 of Seattle Sharks Series
“If you say kid, I’m going to scream,” she warned.
My hands squeezed her hips, then tested her waist before stroking up her curves to her incredible breasts. “You certainly don’t feel like a kid. But you do deserve time to figure out what you want, especially knowing that what I want is you.”
“What if I want you?” She rolled her hips again, and I hissed out a long breath. Fuck, if she did that too much more I was going to come in my pants like a fifteen-year-old.
“Fuck, Faith, I’m really trying here.” Trying not to fuck her into the damn coffee table.
She smiled at me, and my heart did that flipping thing again. Then she gripped the bottom of her sweatshirt, crossed her arms and pulled it over her head. “I’m trying, too.”
I nearly swallowed my tongue at the sight of her high, round breasts pushing against the blue lace bra. “Shit.” My hands reached for her and almost touched her before I pulled them back.
She simply smiled bigger, then reached behind her and unclasped her bra. Her curves spilled out as she slid the lingerie down her arms and abandoned it on my floor. “Is that better?”
“Faith,” I groaned, my eyes on the white orbs tipped with pink nipples that stood alert and ready for my tongue.
“Lukas, I will take off my shorts. Then my panties. And if you’re still not cooperating, I’ll strip you naked, too. It might be a challenge to take my own virginity, but I’m up for it.” She glanced down where my cock was peeking out of the waistband of my sweats, pre-cum already beading at the tip. “Looks like you’re up for it, too.”
“There’s no going back, Faith. I take you, and you’re mine. I’ll still wait for you, still watch as you explore your life, but I’m going to be the last man you ever fuck, so you’d better be damn sure I’m the only one you want to fuck before you do this.”
“I want you.” Her breaths came quicker and a flush spread down her chest, splotching her breasts with the evidence of her need.
“God, I’m not the kind of lover you want as your first,” I warned her.
“Because you can’t make it good for me?” she challenged, leaning forward so her breasts bobbed near my mouth.
I gave in, sucking one tip into my mouth and tonguing her nipple. Fuck, she tasted sweet. If I didn’t stop soon, her virginity would be a distant memory. I released her breast with a pop, then lightly tested her nipple with my teeth.
Her whimper swelled my dick to painful proportions.
“Because I’m as demanding in bed as I am on the ice,” I warned her.
“I can handle you,” she promised.
I squeezed my eyes shut, praying to every Norse and Christian god for the strength to walk away from this woman and leave her intact. “You don’t want this.”
“Fuck me, Lukas.”
My eyes flew open, and my hands gripped her hips, pulling her against my cock. Then my mouth was on hers, my tongue between her lips, then deep, so deep.
I stood in an easy motion, and her arms locked around my neck as her ankles hooked around my waist. I kissed her the entire way to my bedroom, pausing to press her against the wall, to take her breasts in my mouth again before continuing.
I laid her down in the middle of my bed and took a mental picture, knowing nothing would ever compare to this again. She lifted her hips, and I took the hint, unsnapping her shorts and hooking my thumbs in the waistband of her panties at the same time, then I dragged them both down her toned, silky-smooth legs, leaving her deliciously bare.
“All of your clothes are on,” she complained.
“Hush,” I told her as I spread her thighs. “You got your way when you got me here. The rest is all my way.” There was nothing but pure lust in her eyes as I ran my hands up the smooth skin of her thighs, then finally lowered my gaze to all that pink perfection. “Holy shit, you’re perfect, Faith. I must have imagined you a thousand times, but the reality is so much better. All pink, and glistening, and ready.”
I parted her folds with my thumbs, locked my gaze with hers, and lowered my mouth.
Her lower lip trembled, but she didn’t look away. No, she held my stare as I licked one long line up her pussy from opening to clit. Then her eyes slid shut, and she let out the sweetest moan I’d ever heard.
“Have you ever had this done?” I asked, needing to know but dreading the answer.
“No.” Her answer was breathless.
Primal satisfaction spread through me. I was the first to taste her. The first to lick my way inside her. And soon I’d be the first to slide inside her welcoming heat and pump her to oblivion.
“Good,” I said. Then I set my mouth on her, and ate my dessert, licking up her sweet juices and savoring her taste as she slid down my throat. Mine.
“Yours,” she answered the word I hadn’t realized I’d said out loud.
My dick leaked against the linens as I settled between her thighs. Then I licked and sucked her until she was thrashing under me, her hips pushing against my face, grinding against my tongue. I didn’t ease up or give her space to breathe. No, I pushed her relentlessly, and when I sucked on her clit, lightly grazing it with my teeth, she came apart under me, screaming my name as her hips bucked against my mouth.
A gentle lover would have eased her down then, would have whispered words about her beauty before he gently took her virginity.
I, however, slid farther down and started all over, fucking her with my tongue while she cried out again and again. And when she started to fuck me back, riding the thrusts of my tongue, I pressed down on her clit with my thumb and felt her come again, the walls of her pussy squeezing my tongue.
Fuck, she tasted like sunshine and ocean. I was going to eat her out every day for the rest of my life—until I tasted her in my sleep.
“Lukas,” she whimpered, her hips restless. “Please.”
I slid from the bed, and she rose up on her elbows, watching me shed my clothing.
“How do you even exist? Also...holy shit,” she finished with her wide eyes focused on my dick. She licked her lips as she looked her fill of my naked body.
I grinned. I was proud of my body. I worked hard for every line and muscle. But I’d never felt as desired as she made me feel in this moment.
Walking to the nightstand, I kept my eyes locked with hers, watching for any sign that she didn’t want this. Then I opened the drawer, took out a condom and covered myself, all while she watched, her lips parted and her breathing heavy.
“You are a piece of art, Faith,” I told her as I knelt between her thighs. “So fucking beautiful inside and out. So fucking mine.”
The head of my cock nudged her entrance, and I lowered myself to kiss her.
My tongue twined with hers as her nails ran up and down my back. I wanted her to scratch deeper, to mark me in the same way I was marking her.
“You can change your mind,” I reminded her when she started to wiggle her hips, seeking my cock.
“I want you. Only you. So take what’s yours,” she offered, lifting her hips a fraction so that the head of my dick pushed into her entrance.
I groaned and locked my muscles, refusing to move. Only this woman would take her own virginity out of impatience. God, she was locked up so tight there was zero chance I’d get in without hurting her.
“You have to be honest with me, Faith. If at any point it hurts too much, you just say the word. We’ll go slower. We’ll stop. But you owe me the truth. Understand?”
She nodded, and I hissed at the prick of her fingernails at my shoulders.
My fingers dug into her hips, willing her to be still as I kissed her into relaxation.
Then I pushed inside her slippery core in tiny increments until I felt the barrier I’d hoped wouldn't be there. Even though she was twenty-one, that little piece of flesh hadn’t naturally faded or broken.
“Faith,” I groaned, barely holding back. It had been nine months of nothing but my own fist, and now I was inside Faith. My Faith. And she was hot and wet, and so fucking tight that I mentally pictured everything from naked presidents to hockey plays to keep my control. “No going back.”
“No going back,” she promised with a kiss at the corner of my mouth.
I thrust through the barrier, feeling it give at the same moment she gasped with pain. Then I was balls deep inside her, feeling her stretch and give around my dick. My very hard, very hurting dick that was begging me to move.
“Are you okay?” I asked, kissing her eyelids, her cheeks and finally her mouth.
“Give me just a second?” she asked, her voice small.
“As long as you need,” I promised. My cock pulsed in time with my heartbeat, every inch squeezed and caressed by Faith.
A couple of minutes later, her breathing eased. “Okay, I think I’m good.”
I pulled out a fraction and pushed back in, testing her proclamation.
She arched her neck and moaned.
“Still okay?” I asked through gritted teeth as sweat beaded on my forehead from restraint.
“Again,” she demanded.
I did as she asked, pulling out nearly to my tip and then sliding back in slowly, feeling her ripple and contract around me.
“Fuck, Faith. You feel so damned good.”
“More,” she begged and arched her hips.
“Okay. Hold on, baby,” I ordered.
She looped her arms around my neck, and I spread her thighs wider, going deeper with a groan that was nearly inhuman.
Then I fucked her slowly, with steady, deep thrusts, until sweat poured from my body, and she brought her knees up to lock her ankles around my waist. I built her pleasure with measured thrusts and caresses of her breasts.
I didn’t rush us or push her to finish quickly.
My dick was ready to mutiny and fall off, but I kept at her, stroking deep and hard until her cries came with every movement, her head thrashing on the pillow.
Then I reached between us and rubbed her hypersensitive clit lightly.
“God. Yes. Yes. Lukas!”
My name on her lips while she came, while I was buried inside her fluttering pussy snapped my self-control. I gripped her ass, deepened my angle and fucked her like I needed to, with hard, long, powerful thrusts made easy by the slickness of her release.
My balls tightened, electricity slamming down my spine until it was her name on my lips as I released into her. My vision blackened from the intense pleasure as my orgasm went on and on.
I kissed her as she came back into focus, then rolled us to the side and studied her for any sign of regret or discomfort as I slid from the warmth of her body.
“Are you okay?” I asked, fearful of the answer.
“Uh. Yeah. My brain doesn’t work.” She smiled, nuzzling into my chest.
“Was I too rough?’
“You were perfect,” she told me, her lids already half closed.
I cleaned us both up and joined her in my bed, pulling her sleeping form into the cradle of my chest.
Holy shit, I’d done it. I’d slept with Faith. Taken her virginity in my bed with my name on her lips. And even though it made me the largest kind of asshole, I couldn’t bring myself to regret it.
“No going back,” I whispered against her hair.
I just hoped she didn’t regret her choice in the morning.
Chapter 10
Faith
Silk sheets, warm from a night of deep, restful sleep, slid across my skin as I stretched and peeled back my eyelids. A soreness between my thighs instantly brought back flashes from last night.
Lukas’s lips on my skin.
His tongue coaxing whimpers from my mouth.
The tender, gentle way he worshiped my body.
The near primal growl as he slid in and in.
Over and over again.
My toes curled against the silk covering my naked body, heat rapidly pooling between my thighs as the memories raced through my mind.
It only took one glance around the room to douse my skin with ice water.
I bolted upright, my eyes noting the incredibly empty spot beside me. I held my breath, hoping to hear the shower running.
It wasn’t.
Panic crawled into my chest, aching and cold.
Now that I’d given Lukas all of me…he bolted? Just like I’d always feared. What the absolute fuck?
I grabbed my cell off the nightstand near the bed and sighed when I saw a text.
LV: I didn’t want to wake you.
LV: Had to make it to the shoot. Figured you needed your rest after last night.
LV: My driver is on standby. If you want to come watch me.
I locked my phone and smiled.
Figured you needed your rest after last night.
Cocky. Confidant. Lukas.
The heat was back, pulsing and hungry.
I hurried to slip on some yoga pants and a plain black T-shirt, not even bothering to shower—I wanted to keep the smell of him on my skin. Wanted to live in the fantasy-like quality of what last night had brought to my life. After securing my unruly curls in a topknot, I was in Lukas’s town car and heading toward a nearby café in no time.
The driver patiently waited as I grabbed two coffees, and it only took us a few more minutes to get to the location of the photoshoot.
I’d known it was scheduled for this morning, but Lukas had turned off the three alarms I had set to ensure I got him there on time.
I bit my lip to stop my smile as I rode the elevator up to the third floor, coffees in hand. My heart picked up in speed the closer I came to the room I knew would be packed with photographers and make-up artists and racks and racks of Adrenaline. I found myself both excited and unbearably nervous.
How was I supposed to act around him now?
Like a girlfriend?
No, we hadn’t labeled anything.
Like his personal assistant?
After what had happened…
Damn it.
I should’ve thought about this before last night, but I hadn’t wanted to. All I’d wanted was to give in to what my body…what my heart had wanted.
I paused just outside the double doors that led to the photoshoot.
Sucking in a sharp breath, I told myself to stop being ridiculous— to go in there and do my job. I’d figure out how to behave based on how Lukas did.
Brilliant.
I turned my back to the doors, pushing with my rear to get them open without having to shuffle the coffees around.
The peaceful quiet of the hallway instantly transformed into a slightly chaotic chorus of clicks, instructions, and... giggles?
I froze three steps into the room, Lukas’s driver nodding at me as he took a seat on a stool right by the doors.
Lukas stood in the center of a massive white backdrop, clad in an immaculate hunter-green suit, a drop-dead-gorgeous blonde on either arm. The women wore dresses of the brightest red, the hemline barely covering their perfect asses, their long legs slicked with oil and held up by black pumps.
Slowly, I walked closer to the set, stopping behind the photographer who instructed the trio in Swedish. The women ran their hands all over Lukas, their faces changing from various forms of pouting.
Lukas, focused on the camera, stoic and sexy in that predatory way that turned my stomach molten.
The photographer muttered another phrase, and each of the models relaxed. Lukas’s face switched from sensual to casual, a smile on his lips as he whispered something to each of the girls, who immediately responded with light laughs and grins of their own. Not one of them took a step way, despite the obvious break in pictures.
More laughter.
More touching.
Lukas didn’t even know I was there.
He didn’t have some ridiculous sense when I was in a room—nothing like me, like the electrical warmth I felt whenever he was near.
I was a foolish girl.
Thinking he cared for me more than another conquest.
I always knew who he was. Knew his reputation. Why had I let his softer side seduce me into believing he cared? I should’ve stuck to my original guns like during the masquerade ball—use him for nothing but consensual sex and cut myself off from feeling anything.
Watching him make those supermodels laugh, seeing how right they looked next to him in their expensive dresses and perfectly tamed hair…
I glanced down at my yoga pants and T-shirt and cringed. I looked exactly like a college student. And I hated feeling shameful of that. Because that’s who I was and I’d never not been proud of it before.
I loved myself.
But everything inside me hurt as the models laughed and touched him. As he continued to mutter words in Swedish, completely oblivious I was present for his…work. I’d never wanted to speak his native tongue more, just to feel less out of the realm. Out of my element.
When one of the models raised up on her tiptoes, whispering something in his ear, and he smirked that wolfish grin that had solely been mine for weeks…my stomach turned over. I blew out a sharp breath, not meaning to slam the coffees down on the table just to my left but the sound echoed through the room.
Lukas’s eyes snapped to mine, a totally unfair bright flash of happiness crossed them before he furrowed his brow, confusion coloring his features.
I shook my head, spinning on my heels and hurrying through the room.
Sure, running away, seeking sanctuary in the quiet of the hallway, was the furthest thing from professional. But I needed air…needed time to clear my head and put my personal assistant mask back on. To bury the intense emotions swarming me that I had no right to—jealousy and hurt and wanting more from Lukas when he’d made no such promises. Sure, he’d told me I was his future, but I knew all too well that men often promised whatever was necessary to get what they wanted. Not that I for one second thought Lukas would use me like that…I thought we’d had something.
I should’ve known better.
The pain in my chest…the aching there…was so damn hard to bury.
I reached for the elevator button, realizing I needed more than a few spare minutes to get my head on straight.
