Consider Me

Chapter Thirty One: Lily

Something is wrong with my head. Something unexplainable but so right I can't even question it. I know Lucas carried me in his arms since we exited the airport. I even know I cuddled him in the car. I was asleep but I didn't lost my senses. I felt his hands. I heard his heart. I was aware however, my exhaustion took the upper hand at that time and refrained me from opening my eyes.

In Lucas's arm I felt happy. I felt safe. I felt at peace. No reason seemed big enough to deny what I was starting to feel for him. It was new and unfamiliar and sweet that scared the shit out of me but I wasn't a coward to hide from it. In fact, I ached to have more. If being with Lucas is scary then I wanted to be scared. 

Which is why when he found me at the ocean, the warning bells grew louder telling me to stay away from him but I listened to my heart and called him. Now, as I cup his face and crash our lips together in the ocean, I am hundred percent sure that Lucas Hawthorne will be my demise.

His big man hands roam inches of my back, up and down, pressing me and wrapping my right leg around his waist. My fingers grab his hair and deepens the kiss. "I freaking love your lips," he says pulling my lower lip between his teeth before sucking them. 

I moan in his mouth, insert my tongue inside and suck corners that taste like him. "Take off my bra,"

One hand on my chin, Lucas tips my head back to kiss me at a new angle that has me curling my toes while his other pull the knot on my back. The minute my bra comes off, Lucas throws it with aggression towards the land and attacks my neck. Soft lips trace corners of my jaw, licks a line down my throat before tracing goosebumps near my collarbone.

He groans and squeezes my body. I arch and throw my head back, watching the twinkling star above me with desire. Lucas grabs my breast in a gentle hold and presses his thumb on my hard nipple before massaging them like kneading dough. A moan escapes from me and I involuntary rub my crotch against his underwater, wanting no- needing friction. 

"Perfect," he says, "They fit perfectly in my hand," 

"Lucas," I pull at his hair when he sucks the skin around my breast teasingly before taking the needy nipple in his mouth. I whimper, thankful for his shoulder to keep me afloat. He laps at it with his tongue, moisture meeting moisture, before he kisses them. "Yes, god. More." He does the same with my other breast and sucks the wetness around it.

Lifting his head, he kisses me ferociously. "Fuck,"

I breathe against his lips. "Give me more,"

"I will baby,"

"I want to come," He groans and squeezes my butt. "Make me come, Lucas," 

"What do you want? My mouth or finger,"

"You think I can make a decision right now,"

"You have to. This is for the both of us and I am slightly losing my control to not fuck you hard here in the water so," he exhales and grabs my hair, not enough to hurt me but to keep me locked in place, "Choose fast,"

"I don't think your mouth and finger would be enough. I want your cock too," 

He groans painfully, "I am so hard,"

I hold his shoulder and move my crotch against his hardness. "I know,"

"Damn it, Lily,"

"Make me come, baby,"

He undoes his hold from my hand and reach down to cup my jaw. His eyes stuck on my swollen lips, "As much as I want to fuck you with my cock, I forgot to bring condoms with me. I didn't know this would happen,"