DISCOVERY (Esquire Black Duet Book 1) Page 10

  This is the moment that I should show him the door. If he takes off anything else, I won’t be strong enough to send him packing.

  He tugs his undershirt off and exposes his sculpted torso for me.

  I take in the smattering of hair on his chest, and that line that trails down from his belly button, disappearing into his suit pants.

  He’s downright fantastic.

  Closing my eyes for a split second, I know that I’m done for. I’m a doormat, plain and simple, at least for him.

  I’ve never had the urge to lick a man before. Frankly, when women talk about it, it grosses me out—but I totally get it now. I want to lick his chest, all of it, every square inch.

  “Take everything off, Brooklyn,” he demands.

  I jump slightly, shaken out of my daze. His voice is warm and wraps around me in a way that proves he’s right. I would agree to anything right now.

  Damn him.

  Damn me.

  Reaching for the buttons of my blouse, my shaky fingers begin to unbutton. Closing my eyes in my own weak embarrassment, I let it fall to the floor.

  Then, I stand and unzip my skirt before I shimmy it down my hips and thighs, stepping out of it.

  Keeping my eyes closed, I remove my bra. “Open your eyes,” he demands.

  My nipples harden from his demand. Slowly, I open my eyes, and my pussy immediately aches at the way Lucas’ eyes focus on me.

  Licking my lips, I tug my panties down and step out of them with my shoes at the same time.

  I’m completely bared to him. Naked in front of him. This man that should not be here.

  This asshole.

  My heart yearns for a true relationship, and his dick yearns to get wet. This will end in nothing but heartache—complete and total heartache.

  Lucas slowly unbuckles his belt and toes out of his shoes before he releases his pants in a pile on the floor. His socks are next, and last, his boxer briefs.

  Wordlessly, he watches me, his intense gaze makes me feel gorgeous, comfortable, and excited all at the same time.

  “I want your mouth,” he murmurs.

  My body moves, it takes over shutting down that little voice that tells me how wrong this is. That strong voice that knows I shouldn’t stand for his excuses, for his womanizing ways. I don’t even blink before I’m sinking to my knees in front of him.

  Opening my mouth, my eyes lift to his beneath my lashes as I wait for him. I’m not extremely experienced, especially not when it comes to a man like him—a shark.

  He is that too, he is the lion and I am nothing more than his prey.

  “I’m in control, kitten,” he rasps.

  I watch, waiting to see what will happen next, unsure of what this man will expect—what he will ask of me.

  He gently gathers my hair at the back of my head in his fist, taking a step forward as the head of his cock touches my lips.

  “Open wider,” he demands.

  Stupidly, I do as he requests. I open my mouth wider and he takes that opportunity to slowly sink inside of my mouth. My eyes widen and my heart rate speeds, slamming against my chest as he begins to slowly pump in and out of my mouth.

  I close my lips around him and suck when I can, watching as his eyes darken every time that I do.

  Lifting my hands, I wrap my fingers around the backs of his thighs and hold onto him.

  My nails sink into his skin, my eyes focused nowhere but his own. I watch as his green orbs darken to almost a black color.

  “You feel so good, Brooklyn. You’re going to be my good girl tonight, aren’t you?” he asks.

  My entire belly flips at his words. I want it so damn badly that I whimper.

  He grins, knowing exactly how he affects me. I hate him for it, but more, I hate myself for not being stronger.

  His hand tightens in my hair, and then he pulls me off of him.

  “On the bed, kitten,” he whispers.

  I walk over to the bed, folding the comforter down to expose my sage green, soft microfiber sheets, and then climb into the center.

  Inhaling a deep breath, I turn to him while on my knees, then I sit back on my heels.

  His eyes search my face, his green gaze practically glittering as he looks at me. I keep my eyes focused on his, never looking away.

  Placing my hands in my lap, I wait. I want to touch him, to feel him, but I don’t dare make a move. He has me rendered frozen.

  The asshole has stolen my breath and I’m afraid that my heart is in danger as well.

  “I want to play, kitten. Are you going to let me?” he asks, tipping his head to the side.

  The way he said play, it sounds like he’s actually fucking me from where he’s standing without even touching me.

  His words penetrate me from halfway across the room. I spread my knees apart, keeping my eyes focused on his.

  “Play, baby,” I whisper.

  I then watch his eyes flash, it’s sinister, dark, and delicious. It makes my entire body shiver and break out into goosebumps, it’s so sexy.

  I watch him close the distance between us, he climbs onto the bed and slowly stretches out beside me.

  “Join me, kitten,” he murmurs.

  Turning my head, I look down at him over my shoulder. His eyes are glittering, and he looks almost high.

  He’s excited.

  Happy that he’s gotten his way and I’m going to, play. I bite my bottom lip, thinking about what would happen if I didn’t give in to him—if I ran.

  My entire body trembles when he reaches forward, his fingertips slowly dragging down my entire spine, only stopping when he reaches the crack of my ass.

  I feel his index finger dip between my cheeks just an inch or so, then his fingers curl around my hip.

  “Come, Brooklyn, join me,” he gently urges.

  “You’re a sin, Lucas Black,” I whisper.

  His lips tip into his infamous smirk. “You’re a sinner, Brooklyn, come lie down.”

  Inhaling a deep breath, I let out a long exhale and then I do exactly what this asshole devil has asked me to do.

  I shift my legs, bringing them around and I lie back on my soft sheets next to him.

  Lucas lifts his hand, his palm gently flattening at the center of my chest, before it slowly slides down to my belly, then farther, until he’s cupping my center.

  He grunts, slipping two fingers inside of me. “Soaked,” he rasps.

  I don’t know who this soft-spoken, raspy version of Lucas is, but I love it. His sensuality is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced before, he’s quite literally irresistible.

  I know that I’ll probably hate myself in the morning, but for tonight, I don’t care. He makes it very hard to stay upset with him.

  My head drops backward when his thumb presses against my clit, his fingers continue to gently pump in and out of me.

  “Lucas, baby,” I all but plead.

  “I’m playing, sshh,” he murmurs.

  His lips graze my cheek, moving toward my jaw and glide over my skin with nothing but a whisper. It’s too gentle. He’s making me feel too damn much.

  As much as I love it, I also hate it at the same time. I want this between us to be nothing but raw, crazy screwing, heartless, emotionless in an effort to save me from falling for him.

  That’s not what is happening, right now he’s making love to me and it’s really fucking hard not to fall—and fast.

  Lucas’ tongue snakes out to taste my collarbone, I moan, unable to hold the sound back as my hips jerk against him.

  “Are you going to come on my hand, kitten?” he murmurs against my shoulder. “I want to feel your cunt squeeze my fingers.”

  My hips lift, meeting his strokes, before I let out a whimpering sound.

  Lucas’ movements speed up, his fingers pumping in and out of me, curling inside of me with each stroke.

  I gasp as I climb closer toward my release, about to tip over the edge, when his teeth sink into my shoulder.

  My pussy clamps
down around his fingers, just like he desired. I try as hard as physically possible to hold him inside of me, to keep him where he is, filling me.

  Lucas’ free hand wraps around the back of my neck, his entire body pressing against the side of mine.

  His weight feels good and I find that I wish he was hovering over me, his weight pressing against my own.

  It’s too much, he’s too warm, and yet, I want more of him. His thumb continues to torture my sensitive clit, and I let out a sob as my body sags forward, my head colliding with his shoulder.

  He doesn’t stop, instead his movements only slow down, and that gentility that I felt earlier reappears.

  “Are you on birth control?” he asks as he guides his fingers out of me.

  I’m in a complete daze and I lift my head, my eyes colliding with his. I watch as a lazy smile appears on his face, and he lifts his hand, his fingers painting my lips with my release.

  Without speaking again, he lowers his head and his tongue licks my lips, tasting me.

  “Kitten, you’re delicious,” he murmurs. “Later, I’m going to eat you. Right now, I need to fuck you.”

  Lifting my eyes, searching his, I hope that this isn’t some game he’s playing with me. I’m fairly certain that it is, that once he’s had his fill, he’ll be gone.

  However, I’m silly enough to hope. Which is my ultimate downfall.

  “I’m on the pill. But Lucas, you made it clear you’ve been nowhere near abstinent,” I point out.

  He chuckles, wrapping his fingers beneath my armpits and tugging me closer toward the pillows.

  After resting my head against them, he climbs over me, fitting himself between my thighs.

  Naturally, because I’m hopeless, I spread my legs to accommodate his hips.

  “I’m not abstinent. I haven’t been for a long fucking time. Right now, it’s only us. I’m committing my body to you until whatever this is between us is over. I’ve never committed to another person, and I’ve always worn a condom,” he murmurs, his nose sliding alongside mine.

  I should demand a condom right here and now. I bite my bottom lip, thinking about his words—his declaration.

  He’s looking at me with those green eyes—and I don’t demand anything.

  Lifting my hips, I feel his hard, smooth, cock against my wet center.

  Lifting my hand, I wrap it around the side of his neck, closing my eyes as I shift up slightly. My lips brush against his, and I breathe his name.

  Lucas surges inside of me before I realize what’s happened. With a growl, he stays planted.

  One of his hands moves toward my thigh, his fingers wrapping around the outside and gripping me tightly.

  His other hand slips beneath my head, and his fingers grip my hair with a fist, tugging my neck back to a painful arch.

  “When you call me baby, kitten,” he growls, pulling almost completely out of me. “It makes me want to pound your pussy so goddamn hard.”

  I don’t get a chance to say anything else. He does exactly what his words promise. He slams inside of me, his hips pounding into me over and over again.

  I can do nothing but make small noises, moaning and whimpering, as I watch his gorgeous face.

  Sweat beads on his forehead, his head tipped down slightly as he continues to pump in and out of me. There’s something insanely sexy about him right now.

  It’s not just the way he’s making me feel, it’s the look on his face, the obvious reaction to the way I’m making him feel.

  His fingers tighten on my thigh when he speaks, bruising me, and I lick my lips, enjoying the sensation.

  “Kitten, touch yourself. I want to feel that pussy come around me.”

  I don’t hesitate, my hand slips between us, and I do as he’s requested. With two fingers, I touch myself. I stroke my clit the way I know will bring my body to the brink as quickly as possible.

  It happens quicker than I anticipate, my hand flies out from between us, my back arches, and my pussy clamps down around Lucas.

  I’m too sensitive to touch myself a second longer. I can’t do anything but feel the orgasm take hold of me.

  Lucas doesn’t stop moving, in fact, he fucks me harder. It’s hard, fast and when he comes, he buries himself deep and lets out a long groan before he burrows his face in my neck.

  With a shudder, he pauses for a moment before his hips continue to glide lazily in and out of me. It’s as though he can’t control his body, grunting softly against my neck with each stroke.

  Wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his back, I hold him to me, gripping him tightly. I don’t know what just happened, but it was hands down the absolute best sext of my entire life.

  I shouldn’t have done it, I know that it was wrong, but I want it again, as many times as humanly possible.

  Without a doubt, it is not possible to keep my feelings for him at bay, not after what I’ve just experienced. I’m going to fall for him, and I don’t think I even care.

  I’ll accept my fate, my ultimate heartbreak, when that time comes.

  LUCAS

  I wrap my arm around Brooklyn, tugging her so that her front is pressed against my side. I stare at the ceiling as I sift my fingers through her long soft hair.

  I enjoy the way her plush body fits and feels against my own. One of her hands slides up my chest, and I grunt as she wraps it around the side of my neck.

  I don’t cuddle, I never have, and yet I’m enjoying her body curled against my own.

  The way her hair feels beneath my fingertips. I should leave, right here, right now. Nothing good can come from me fucking Brooklyn, nothing at all.

  “Tell me something about yourself, Lucas,” she whispers into the dark room.

  I press my lips together, trying to think about what to say. I don’t tell anybody anything about myself, not ever.

  Everybody that is in my life knows anything that they need to about me.

  My partners at the firm know I’m a hard worker.

  The women I fuck know they’re there for a one-time-only-deal.

  My family knows everything about my childhood and very little about my adulthood.

  Separate and compartmentalized is how I live my life.

  This moment with Brooklyn is anything but those things. Yet, I don’t feel uncomfortable with her wrapped around me.

  I’m confused because this doesn’t feel like some one-time thing, or even that it will only last just a handful of times.

  This feels right, and it should frighten the absolute fuck out of me.

  Whether it feels right or just right for now, I’m not sure—I’m also not going to question that too much.

  Not at this moment, at least.

  Deciding I need to come clean about where I went ten days ago, I tell her.

  “When I left you the last time, I had an emergency with my oldest brother,” I admit. “He lives in Carmel and I needed to get there as soon as possible.”

  Brooklyn sucks in a breath at my words. I feel her eyes on me, watching me, waiting for more. I don’t tip my head to look down at her, focusing on the ceiling above me instead.

  Her fingers gently squeeze my neck before she speaks. “Is he all right?” she asks softly.

  This softness of hers—this is the fucking reason I don’t talk to people about my personal life. I’m not used to people’s reactions to anything. If you keep everybody compartmentalized, you never have to worry about reactions, just actions.

  “He’s fine,” I grunt.

  Brooklyn doesn’t take that for an answer. She chooses to crawl over the top of me.

  I’m unable to contain my groan, as her hot, still dripping with my cum wet pussy, presses against my lower stomach.

  My eyes meet hers, and she smirks down at me before she becomes serious again.

  “Lucas,” she warns.

  Looking into her amber eyes makes me feel, and feeling is not something that I’m used to. It’s downright uncomfortable.

  In a matte
r of minutes, I’ve had too many feelings hurling in and out of me.

  Wrapping my hands around her waist, I glide them up her smooth skin to cup her breasts.

  She feels like silk beneath my touch, softer than any woman I’ve had before.

  Soft and fucking heaven.

  “He was in a car accident. Sprained his arm. He’s okay, but I spent the weekend with my family, then came home late Sunday evening. I’ve been working hard, like I said, since then,” I murmur as I move my thumbs across her hardened nipples.

  She gasps as she arches against my palms. “Is he home now?” she all but moans.

  “He is,” I chuckle.

  Her phone rings and her entire body tenses. The look in her eyes goes from lazy and turned on to sheer panic. Her body jerks and she makes a move to get up, but I clamp one of my hands around her waist, moving her off of me before I stand.

  I jog quickly down the stairs to the front door where her purse still resides.

  Digging her phone out of her bag, I find it and see that the caller ID claims, Unknown.

  Swiping my thumb across it, I open my mouth to speak, but I’m interrupted by the voice on the other end as I begin to walk back upstairs.

  “Hope you had a nice fuckfest. Your days are numbered, cunt.”

  My gait quickens, taking me back to her. When I arrive back in the room, she’s watching me, her expression guarded.

  “Lucas?” she whispers.

  My eyes snap to hers, and I have the urge to break the goddamn phone in half. The calls haven’t stopped, they’ve escalated.

  The rage inside of me bubbles, and it takes everything I have not to completely explode. I want to scream, to hit something, and then to shake the fucking shit out of her.

  “Pack your fucking shit. You’re coming home with me,” I growl.

  Her eyes widen with a gasp. She must read the seriousness on my face, because her only response is to nod. I watch her stand. She slowly walks into the bathroom and I close my eyes for a moment, trying to gather my control.

  Brooklyn only takes a few moments to casually dress. Then I watch as she begins to pack.

  My anger and irritation escalates, the control I attempted to regain completely lost as I watch her move slow as fuck around her apartment—as if she has nothing to be concerned about.