Synching With the Devil's Son

Chapter 112

Bella's P.O.V.

When I wake up, I'm not sure if it's morning, afternoon, or two days later. I have been thoroughly fucked, literally, inside and out. Lucien's room smells like semen, the odor emanating from all the condoms lying on the floor. His sheets smell too, a mixture of sweat and sex, not the most pleasant aroma, so they are going into the wash first thing. And they're not the only thing that needs washing...my body is sticky and sweaty from all of Lucien's attention last night. His arm is draped over me again, so I slowly start to lightly trace the veins of his hand and arm. In a few seconds I hear him say, "You know that tickles, right?"

"You're ticklish?" I ask, unable to believe this immortal angel is sensitive like that.

"Only with you, but I know for a fact, you are ticklish." As he says that, he begins to tickle and torture me, and I giggle and scream, begging him to stop. When he finally does, he kisses me and says, "Good morning gorgeous."

I trace my finger down the side of his face. "Morning handsome, I have to pee and I need a shower." In one movement, he has me in his arms and is walking me to his bathroom. He deposits me on the ground and tells me he'll be right back. In his absence, I use the toilet and then start the hot water in his shower. Lucien comes up behind me and takes the shirt I'm wearing off, pushes me under the spray and steps in behind me. I fully expect the water to be cold, but it's not, it's actually a little too hot, so I turn it down. Then I turn around to face him. He's grinning at me like a Cheshire Cat. "What?" I ask him.

In answer, he takes my lips between his and starts to kiss me senseless. Oh, this should be fun. Trish told me once sex in the shower is fabulous, and suddenly I want to find out for myself. I hook my leg over his hip and then look at him sharply. "You don't take long to start up," I say as his prominent erection glides over my center.

"Neither do you," he tells me, caressing my entrance with a finger and then sliding inside to be sure I'm wet enough. Apparently, that is never going to be a problem, because he grins at me knowingly and tears open an condom. I help him put it on, then he lifts me so my back is against the shower wall while the spray hits me right there. Oh fuck yeah. With two hands under my ass he holds me up and enters me with one thrust. I have to balance on his shoulders to stay upright, but between the water's spray and his penetrating thrusts, I'm hitting my climax in under two minutes. "Scream for me baby," he murmurs, his hips snapping faster and faster. "Lucien, yes, keep going, I'm going to come again...FUCK YESSSS!" I yell, my scream reverberating throughout the cavernous shower. He's grunting his approval as he pounds into me, his hands under my ass keeping me inside the shower's spray. I reach down to touch myself, being careful to leave the condom sliding in and out of my body alone, and I bring a breast into the vicinity of his mouth. He clamps down hard on it, but the pain turns into pleasure and I start bucking against his thrusts. "FUCK BELLA, FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!" he yells as his climax hits him. When he comes down from his high, he puts his forehead against mine and smiles. He pulls out of me, opens the shower door, and tosses the spent condom into the trash. Then he grabs a bar of soap and proceeds to wash every inch of my skin. "I wanted to do this for you at the river," he says quietly, his voice rumbling in his chest. "And this," he says, squirting shampoo into his palm, lathering it up. He washes my hair, massaging my scalp as he goes. I cannot help but moan and I feel his cock twitch against my back when he hears my moan. I rinse the shampoo out and he applies conditioner, this time using his fingernails to massage my scalp. I moan again, and now I can feel his erection pressed flat against my back.

"You are a sex fiend," I tell him, laughing as I rinse the conditioner out. "My turn," I say, grabbing the shampoo. His pouty expression makes me giggle, and I wash his hair first, scraping my nails against his scalp. He groans my name and I say, "See? It feels good, doesn't it?" He smiles at that and rinses his hair out, his erection almost touches the wall when he stands under the spray and I wonder how he is able to fit inside me. There is so much of him that it boggles my mind. I snap out of my reverie to apply conditioner to his hair, and when he rinses that out, I finally take the bar of soap into my hands. I start at his neck and begin to name all the muscles I'm going to have to regurgitate on my test tomorrow. He stands completely still for me, and I cover his whole body with soap. I remember them all, and I smile at him as I grab his cock in my soapy hands, moving them up and down his shaft, palming over the top once in a while like I know he likes. His hiss is all the encouragement I need, and soon he's ejaculating onto my chest and stomach. 

"Much easier to clean up," I tell him, rinsing off again. He kisses me soundly and we get out of the shower. His towels are amazing, thick and enormous, so much so that I cannot get my hair wrapped into a turban with them. He hands me a hair dryer and I use it as he gets dressed in his room. Then we switch, and he shaves while I get dressed. We head downstairs holding hands, and enter the kitchen to see his parents locked in a seductive kiss. 

"Morning," Lucien says, causing his mother to jump and disengage from his father. His father smirks at him and his mother says, "Good morning Lucien, Bella."