Synching With the Devil's Son

Chapter 52

Bella's P.O.V.

"Let's go to bed," Lucien says to me. It is an offer I cannot refuse so Lucien helps me stand up and walks me to the make shift toilet. I look at him and notice how the obvious bulge in his pants looks very uncomfortable. He quirks his lips at me and keeps me between himself and the eyes of our friends. When we reach the facilities, far from prying eyes and ears, I turn and rub my hands against his zipper. "Oh yeah, baby" he moans, unbuttoning his shorts. I find the zipper and free him from his clothes, stroking him like he showed me earlier and marveling at how soft his skin is while simultaneously being rock hard. His eyes are closed, his quiet moans make the junction of my legs throb, and before long, he's ejaculating into the leaves and debris next to us. I don't know why I find that such a turn on. He puts himself together and turns to me, grabbing my waist and tipping me backwards while he kisses me. I am literal putty in his hands, completely malleable for him to mold and shape however he sees fit. "I cannot wait to taste you," he murmurs against my mouth, and my inner Goddess starts doing backflips. He kindly turns away while I use the facilities then takes my hand and walks me back to camp. Everyone is where they were when we left them, so we bid them a good night and head toward our tent.

When we slip into our tent, I find a flashlight and point it's beam toward the far wall. I can hear Lucien rummaging around in his backpack, as I sit there debating the benefits of just falling face first into my pillow, when a strong hand grabs my shoulder and turns me toward the tents entrance.

"Will you wear this for me please?" Lucien asks, his eyes shimmering in the dim light.

I look at what he's holding and smile, nodding my head. He wants me to wear one of his tee shirts. I flip off the flashlight, slip off my shirt and bra, and pull his tee shirt over my head. His scent immediately infiltrates my senses, and I start smoothing down the creases of his shirt, trying to get it to release more of his intoxicating smell. I inhale deeply and smile, standing up as best I can in the confined space to remove my shorts. His tee shirt sits near my knees and covers more of me than my own clothes did. "All set," I tell him, flipping the light back on.

When he turns to look at me, I can make out the longing etched in his face in the dim light. "I don't know what it is about women wearing mens clothing," he starts out quietly, "but you look so incredibly sexy, so beautiful, you take my breath away."

Wow, and all I did was don a piece of cotton. "Thank you," I say quietly. He makes me feel sexy and desirable. "Now will you do something for me?" I ask.

He waggles his eyebrows and makes me laugh. "No, not that, not with eight of our friends sitting just outside this paper thin tent," I tell him, gently slapping his shoulder. When he looks at me in inquiringly, I ask, "Can you please sleep only in your boxers tonight?"

He grins seductively at me. "Of course, Bella," he murmurs, "I invite you to ogle and touch me in any manner you choose."

I can feel the heat blossom in my face, but I try to save my dignity by saying, "Remember Lucien, you don't have any condoms and I don't want to embarrass myself in front of my life long friends, so we are just going to snuggle." He nods his head in understanding and I moisten my lips, watching his hands slowly grab the bottom of his tee shirt. He lifts the hem quickly and then drops it back over his defined torso, smirking at me.

Enough of the games, my inner Goddess is thumping her fists against the back of my eyes, screaming at him to take his damned shirt off. "Please remove your shirt Lucien, I need to make sure your muscles are all there and accounted for before I go to sleep."

His grin gets wider. "As you wish, my princess," he says, taking his clothes off and throwing them unceremoniously at the tent wall.

Holy shit, he is gorgeous.