The Great Pretenders

Chapter 22

Lucy's POV

What are you doing Lucy? I asked myself but I didn't wait for the answer.

"You're on the pill." Last week, he'd initiated a pointed discussion about blood tests and sexual health, and he already knew the answer.

"Yes," I had to keep myself from admitting that I took it more for my complexion than for my sex life. He lifted the hem of my shirt.Just a few inches. Just far enough to expose the only other item of clothing I had on, some unimaginative, nude-colored, hip-hugger panties.

"I'm buying you a thong," he said, smiling,his dimples taking over his face,as he dipped his head to place kisses on my neck. "Red."

"Which you'll never see." I cracked, half joke and half serious.

"How do you figure?" he lifted his head, his hazel eyes held just a hint of amusement.

Because you don't belong to me was what I thought. But what I said was "Because I don't just show my underwear to just anybody."

He smiled as he slid his palms over my breasts, belly and thighs. He slipped his hand between my legs, feeling the outside of my clothes "I'm not just anybody."

His words fell across my cheek as his mouth dipped to meet mine, and I lost myself in the craziest kiss I'd ever experienced, soft one second, tough the next. He pulled my T- shirt over my head and tossed it aside, leaving me dressed only in the blush of my cheeks and my panties.In the semi dark, he stared at me intently. So intense that I raised my hands to cover myself.

He grabbed my wrists and stopped me. "No. Don't. Let me see you."
I put my hands back down at my sides and waited.

He finally touched me, his warm palms against my breast. "Lucy," he said, his voice low and husky. "You're better than anything I could dream up."

"Oh yeah? Well now it's your turn," I replied softly.

In one swift move, he pulled his own shirt over his head. I ran my hands up his chest, and I felt him shudder a bit. I pressed my mouth to the hollow of his throat just below his Adam's apple.

He moved down to take one of my nipples in his mouth, his bare chest rubbed against my ribs and my fingers dug into the mattress. He took his time, using his lips, his tongue. The careful scrape of his teeth felt so good it was almost unbearable. I pushed his head away.

"You're not getting off that easy," he whispered, his hot breath taunting my wet flesh. He hooked his thumbs in my panties and drew them down, then tossed them aside and stood up. The lightbulb in my lamp picked that exact moment to give out. Damn, of all times for me to forget to change the darn bulb. I couldn't see his beautiful body in the light. I could only feel it in the darkness.

The darkness also meant I needed to make certain he remembered he was dealing with me, not some faceless groupie or Val. "Good luck," I managed to say. "I'm hard to satisfy with less than a two-man team."

"In your dirty dreams." He replied as his jeans hit the floor with a soft whoosh.

After that, I knew only sensation. Fingers parting and probing. Lips seeking. My own hands exploring everything I'd been wanting to touch and stroke for so long.

I was so screwed.

In more ways than one.

Matt's POV

I don't know what it was about being there with Lucy in the dark. It was a turn on like none I'd ever experienced. I mean I'd had sex before...more times than I could count. And it was always pretty awesome. I mean even bad sex was good...because...well it was sex. But something was different here.

I tried not to give it too much though as I stood naked in the dark. She reached out and took my length in her hand. She gasped a bit and I assumed it was from how hot I was. I could literally feel all the blood in my body pulsing there.

I groaned, probably sounding like I was in pain because she quickly pulled her hand away. I sank to the bed, taking her with me. Through all the kissing and touching for only God knows how long, somehow she ended up on her hands and knees. I knelt behind her and slid my hand across her bare behind and between her legs. I parted her and touched her. She bit her lip to keep from moaning and rested her forehead on her forearm. "You're wet." The head of my penis replaced my fingers, touching her where she seemed to want it most.

"Lucy," I said quietly. "I want you more than I want anything right now. Then I pushed into her slowly. I admit, I'm a pretty big guy. I'm not bragging but let's be honest Brian's nickname for me is well deserved. She cried out a bit and I stilled my movements so she could relax. "I'm sorry, Lucy." My body covered hers and I supported myself on my left elbow and forearm. I spoke close to her ear,. "I would never hurt you. Do you want me to stop?"

"No, please, don't stop." She said hoarsely. The sound of her voice drove me over the edge. I pulled out and plunged even deeper. "You're good, Lucy. So good." I started slow, moving in a smooth rhythm. "More?"

"Yes."

And I gave her more, hitting just the right place deep inside her. "Lucy," I whispered into her ear. "I'm going to fuck you hard now."

"Yes." She repeated in a half moan.

I could feel my control starting to slip just as I felt her body tighten around me. As her orgasm began, I let myself give in to release. I came with a strangled groan of her name rushing out of my mouth, then fell down alongside her on the bed as we both heaved for breath in the afterglow.

Normally I wasn't a cuddler after sex and that was something Val had always complained about. But It didn't take long for me to pull Lucy close. She moved exhausted into my arms, burying her face in my neck as I placed a kiss to her shoulder. We were both too tired to talk. But I knew we needed to. This was going to change everything.

But would it be for better or worse?