Lucas: The Hunter Brothers Series (15 page)

“You
are so fucking beautiful, Jessica,” he said, making my heart flip, taking his
time to undress me slowly as he moved on top of me, unbuttoning my blouse to
reveal my black silk bra, dropping it to the floor before dipping his hands
beneath me to unzip my skirt. He slid it tantalisingly down my legs as I
squirmed impatiently beneath him.

My
breathing was heavy and my skin was flushed as I watched him, not quite able to
believe this was actually happening. I was finally alone with my beautiful
boss, his own arousal straining against his designer black pants that he
discarded with an efficiency I could only marvel at. He was staring at me
intently; drinking in the sight of me lay before him in my underwear. Lucas was
in charge now and I craved his leadership.

“You
have no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” he whispered, leaning forward and filling
me with a new surge of confidence as I wrapped my fingers in his hair, moaning
deeply at the feel of his lips against my throat.

He
hooked his fingers beneath the silk of my bra, grazing a thumb over my swollen
nipple, nibbling deliciously on the sensitive skin in the apex of my neck and I
was already lost, drowning in the awakening of sensation too long lost to me.

Since
that first night we’d met I’d dreamt of that mouth on mine, teasing my body and
my nipples as he trailed his way gently back to my mouth, sucking my skin and
nipping my bottom lip with his teeth before claiming me in a kiss that was
beyond possessive. Lucas Hunter owned me right now, my flesh singing that I was
his to take; running my fingers over that smooth taut skin, desperate for him
on top of me, inside of me, but this glorious man was in no hurry.

He
removed my bra, pulling it loose as my breasts sprang free, caressing and
pinching my nipples hard, sending a message of lust straight to the very centre
of my being as I moaned beneath him. “These are even more incredible than I
envisaged,” he whispered against my ear, intensifying my arousal as he ran his
fingers softly over the curves, heaving in anticipation beneath his touch.

He
was holding back, savouring me and groaning, a deep carnal sound that I felt in
my core as he took my nipples into his mouth, sucking and licking as the buds
hardened even further on his tongue, responding to my need and it had taken
over now, absorbing me completely as I cried out loud.

“Please
Lucas, I can’t wait,” I breathed, needing him, lost in desire, feeling the
length of his erection pressing against my thigh. I didn’t need to see it to know
Lucas Hunter was huge. I could feel it, every inch of it, hot, hard and
demanding against me.

There
was another low moan from deep in his throat as he moved his fingers to trace
the outline of my pussy through my saturated panties and I gasped out loud, my
face heated from a heady mix of desire and shame at how wet I already was for
him.

The
smoothness of the silk and the pressure of his touch exploded against my clit
as I cried out loud. He responded by kissing his way down my body, taking my
nipples gently between his teeth on his tantalising journey, continuing the
delicious descent across my stomach, forcing my legs further apart as he
trailed his lips across the inside of my thighs.

I
moaned at the sensitive contact, relishing the exquisite touch, and struggling
to still my thighs that were squirming in response as his mouth found the soft
silk of my most private self. I could feel his hot breath through the flimsy
fabric as he ran that expert tongue across the outline of my pussy and I was
drowning, engulfed in total pleasure.

“So
beautiful,” he whispered, hooking his fingers under the silk and pulling it
slowly over my legs, wet from my juices and his tongue, and I had never felt so
needy or painfully aroused.

He
paused, taking in the sight of me fully naked, his eyes hooded with a
predatory, lustful mist, his breathing almost as hard as my own as he caught my
gaze and smiled lightly. “You look sensational,
lay
out like that and ready for me,” he said in a low deep growl as I licked my
lips, eager for another taste of him. “But I need to get you ready for this
first,” he groaned, releasing his magnificent cock as I just stared, open
mouthed and swallowing hard.

Oh
my God, he was beautiful. I’d thought I could imagine it, but I hadn’t. The
fantasy had been nothing like the perfection I saw in that moment, his huge
shaft, glistening with pre cum. Lucas Hunter was all man in every sense of the
word, his low chuckle telling me that he was reading my thoughts as I finally
lifted my eyes to meet his.

“As
desperate as I am to fuck you, Jessica, I don’t want to hurt you,” he said as I
giggled softly, looking around the room at the implements adorning the walls.
“Not yet, anyway,” he winked as my heart stopped in my chest and I swallowed
hard against the pure sex that dripped from his words. From the steel of his cock,
he looked just as excited as I was, only he wasn’t quite the same shuddering
wreck, already the verge of begging.

“You
are so fucking responsive, so incredible. I want to take you, Jess, and make
you mine, ruin you so you remember who it is that you need,” he said, the
threat in his voice dripping with purpose that fired me up to a whole new
level. Every time I didn’t think it could get any hotter or any more intense,
it did and I was delirious at the thought.

I
wanted him to unleash every ounce of the raging testosterone flowing through
those bulging veins and show me what I’d missed. Lucas Hunter could ruin me,
probably destroy me and devastate me, trash my senses and bring down my will.
But at this moment it was a devastation that I craved like no other.

He
bent, trailing soft, firm kisses up my thighs, running his thumb slowly across
my folds and clit as I cried out in ecstasy. His naked touch was even softer
than the silk and whether I could take him or not, I had to try. I was soaking
and swollen and when his lips met his thumb I was drowning in perfect pleasure,
unable to comprehend the myriad of signals invading my brain.

 
“Oh God,” I cried, my hips gyrating involuntarily,
dancing to Lucas’s tune and meeting his tongue as I ran my fingers through his soft
hair, pushing him further into me. There was no self control now. I was lost to
desire, crying out with abandon.

“Fuck
you taste good,” he growled, opening me with his fingers, circling my clit with
his tongue. I had fallen into a bliss so deep and so new to me, raw pleasure
building in my core as wave after wave tore through me in a blinding white
light, rendering me incapable of thought, absorbing
 
the feelings Lucas had just released.
 
I cried his name, over and over again as my
body basked in the beautiful, pure haze of ecstasy that ran from the top of my
head to the tips of my toes.

“You
look so fucking sexy when you come, and I can think of so many ways I’d like to
see it happen,” Lucas spoke gently against my lips, absorbing my cries as he
moved his weight on top of me, kissing me hard. I could taste myself on him as
he explored my mouth, the scent of my sex on his lips as he stopped briefly,
sheathing himself as I gasped again.

“You’re
ready for me now,” he said, standing and pulling me gently down the bed as he
slid the solid head of his erection against my wet folds.

“Yes,”
I gasped, desperate and nervous, crying out as he thrust inside me, breaking
through my resistance before stilling himself momentarily.

“You
feel so fucking tight, baby, so good,” he said as I moaned out loud; those firm
deep thrusts, hot and satisfying, filling every inch of me like a physical,
sensational reward. Lucas Hunter had been worth the wait.

I
relished the sight of that glorious body, that masculine V and the perfect six
pack flexing as he powered into me, but I needed to touch him now, wanting him
closer. He was in charge, but I held out my arms in an open gesture, running my
fingers over the dark sheen of hair that graced his perfect forearms as he
stilled momentarily, easing towards me. Our bodies merged in a perfect bonding,
joined in the centre as a powerful surge of joy ran through my veins.

 
I ran my hands over his muscular back, broad
and strong; absorbing the blissful feelings Lucas was awakening and moaning
beneath him as he took me in slow, gentle thrusts, stretching me enough to
accommodate him. I wanted harder, faster, sinking into abandonment as my hips
bucked wildly beneath him, revelling in the hot hard kisses he was showering across
my neck and my lips. His body was hard, his mouth soft and the contrast was
explosive.

“Oh
Sir, I want more,” I cried, unashamed in my wantonness as I felt him still
momentarily, groaning as he thrust again, hitting my limits until there was
nowhere left to go, forcing the air from my body as I panted and gasped beneath
him.

 
“Okay?” he whispered against me as I moaned my
approval, my vocal need spurring him on. “Fuck, baby,” he cried, moving harder
and deeper, possessing my body and filling me with a warmth I’d long since forgotten
and was desperate to keep. My body was attuned to his in a way I’d never known,
slick with perspiration as I wrapped my arms and legs tightly around him,
pulling him into me as tightly as I could.

The
blissful waves began to build again, lighting up my very core with ecstasy and
I was lost as he powered into me. There was no control now, just raw primal
hungry need and I cried out as my whole body shook, pulsing and squeezing his
cock until I almost couldn’t breathe, calling out his name as he stilled.

“Oh
baby, I can’t hold back, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned from deep in his throat as
he shuddered above me, filling me with everything he had before we collapsed
together, joined in a powerful moment that touched my heart, body and soul.

Crap,
I was in trouble now. That had done nothing but raise my need for Lucas Hunter
to a whole new level.

He
pulled himself out of me slowly as I winced slightly, rolling over and
discarding the condom before pulling me into his chest. “That was incredible,”
I whispered.

“Yes,
it was,” he smiled blowing out a huge breath and I couldn’t help but giggle at
the look on his face.

“What
are you laughing at?” he asked, kissing me as he held my gaze, his eyes playful,
alive and vibrant as he regarded me closely.

“You
sound surprised,” I said quietly, which was met with a quirked eyebrow and a
low chuckle.

“That’s
not how I usually fuck, sweetheart. Something told me it would be different
with you,” he smiled, filling my head with a million questions, but now was not
the time to look for answers. There were more pressing matters.

“So what now?”
I asked,
looking up at him, wondering where the hell we went from here.

“I’ll
give you a ride back to work,” he smiled, pulling me closer, “although I’m not
sure I’m quite done here,” he said as I flushed and grinned. I was undeniably
giddy with lust and euphoria, my brain unable to believe what had happened,
while the ache through my limbs was assuring me it had.

“You
can’t take me back to work, my boss just fired me,” I said as he frowned, gazing
down at me and obviously giving the whole work thing some consideration. He
stroked my hair gently and I nestled against him, revelling in the heat and
hardness of his body as I curled myself around him. I hadn’t expected this
closeness. This was intimacy at its very best and as intoxicating and addicting
as the man himself.

 
I should be panicking, wondering if I’d
screwed up, ruined my chance and made a huge mistake, but I wasn’t. Close
against the hot, hard chest of Lucas, everything felt right. I just hoped I’d
feel the same way tomorrow when I was alone in my own bed and unemployed.

 
“Come into the office tomorrow, I have a
proposition for you,” he said as I gazed up at him, but his face was set in
that unreadable line. I wouldn’t get any more right now. “Tonight I will send a
questionnaire to your personal email address. Study it, complete it and return
it back to me,” he said firmly as I frowned slightly, wondering what the hell
it would entail and mesmerised at how he’d flicked back to his serious self
already.

My
eyes wandered momentarily to the floor, noticing the tie he’d used to bind me lying
there. I picked it up and faced him, playing with it in my hands and holding it
out in my open palms. It was a silent invitation and I could tell from the
small smile that tickled his lips that he understood.

“What
were you planning to do with this?” I asked as he took the strip of silk fabric,
smiling down at me. I didn’t move my outstretched arms.

 
“This,” he said smoothly, threading the tie
gently around my wrists and I could see his arousal growing, mirroring my own.
He tightened its grip, his eyes never leaving mine as he secured my wrists,
forcing my arms above my head and securing them to the slats as he raked a
hungry gaze down my shivering body.

I
gasped, flooded with a new anxiety and excitement as his erection grew strong,
standing before me and sheathing it in a condom from his trouser pocket before
discarding them on a nearby chair. His eyes were absorbing every inch of me,
watching me and assessing me. “You look beautiful,” he said, holding that
delicious cock as he moved on top of me, kissing me hungrily.