Synching With the Devil's Son

Chapter 111

Lucien's P.O.V.

As we're heading back to my room after eating dinner, I can hear my parents in their bedroom. I wonder if Bella can hear them too, and when I look at her, I laugh out loud. Yep, she can hear them if the red bloom creeping up her neck is any indication. Then my mother yells, "SAM," in ecstasy, and we hightail back into my room, bursting into laughter when I close my door.

"How do I look her in the face tomorrow?" Bella asks me, trying to stifle her laughter.

Still smiling, I tell her, "There is nothing weird or unusual about them making love. It has been literal centuries since they've been together you know."

I can see a thought pop into her head and I know what she's going to ask before she says it. "Oh no! Do you think they heard us?"

"I would suspect so," I tell her, laughing as she buries her head into my pillow. "You're adorable, you know that?"

"I am never leaving this room again," she moans.

"Oh come on," I start and then am interrupted by my father's roar of, "Fuck Catherine, YESSS!" We look at each other and erupt into laughter again, this time unable to control ourselves. "See?" I wheeze, "Now everyone has been heard climaxing by everyone else, nothing to be embarrassed about."

There are tears falling from Bella's eyes, "Stop...please," she gasps, falling into a fit of laughter again.

I manage to stop laughing after a few moments and sit back to enjoy the scene of Bella, head tipped back, mouth open and eyes closed, laughing uncontrollably. I get an evil idea and crawl over to her when her laughter starts to subside. "Let's see who can make the most noise, you and me, or my Mom and Dad. My vote is on us. I bet we're more enthusiastic then they are."

Her eyes widen as she gets herself under control. "You're not serious, are you?"

"Dead serious," I say, "come on, up for the challenge?"

"NO! Lucien, I can't do that!!"

"Sure you can," I tell her, "the question is, do you want to?"

She looks at me for a brief moment and then crushes herself against me, kissing me fervently. "That's my girl," I grin against her mouth, removing the shirt she hastily put on inside out. Her bare breasts swing in motion with her movement, and I cannot resist holding one in my hand and teasing the other with my mouth. When she groans, my free hand moves to the waistband of the sweat shorts she borrowed and I slip them off. "I want everything you can give me, scream for me baby as I will for you." The rest of the night is spent pleasuring each other, the throes of ecstasy emanating from our room match the ones down the hall, refuting my earlier conclusion. My parents are no lightweights in the bedroom...there was no conclusive winner, and I seriously doubt anybody is getting up early tomorrow.