Sweet Spot by Stella Rhys

10

LIA

I crashed against my door, struggling with the keys as Lukas buried his face in the crook of my neck. From behind, he put his hands all over me, one gathering the skirt of my dress in a fist and the other yanking my panties down to my thighs.

“Lukas,” I gasped when with a short jerk, he tore the lace clean off my legs.

“Sorry,” he muttered into my neck, not sorry at all. My mouth fell slowly open as I felt his rough tongue on my skin and his fingers sliding between my wet folds. “Take your dress off.”

“Are you crazy?”

“I want to see you naked in this hallway.”

“Lukas…” I was struggling more than ever with my keys now because a part of me wanted that too. I wanted a new experience. A risk.

So before I knew it, my dress was in a heap on the floor. I was completely naked in my hall, heart pounding and gasping for air because Lukas had me surrounded, one arm circling my front to play with my clit and the other pumping two fingers into my pussy from behind.

“Holy shit,” I whispered. In my pleasure, I wanted nothing more than to close my eyes but I forced myself to keep them open. I was in my hallway for God’s sake – ass naked outside my apartment. Rachel could walk up here any second and catch me with my clothes on the floor, Lukas’s fingers stroking and pumping inside me at the same time. “Lukas…” Holy God, it felt so good but I knew it was wrong. “We can’t do this out here…”

“Do you want me to stop?”

I groaned. “No. I don’t ever want you to stop.”

With a raspy chuckle, he kept going. Trailing kisses along my shoulders, Lukas kept his rhythm inside me, two fingers rubbing my clit as the other two pumped deeper inside me. He grinned against my skin as I dropped my keys, flattening both hands on my door, doing my best to keep my moans contained as he slowly but surely picked up the pace. Every time I thought I’d found my limit, he pushed me just a bit more till my legs were parted wide and he was slamming his long fingers inside me.

“Mmm.” Lukas rumbled from deep in his chest. “Do you hear how wet your pussy is? You’re fucking dripping, Lia.”

“Your fault,” I whispered shakily. I could hardly talk anymore. I’d been seconds from coming for what felt like a minute but I forced myself to hold back because I didn’t want to get caught. At the same time, the risk of it made my skin burn hotter. My sexy clench tighter. Everything about this moment was so taboo and unreal it felt like I was in a dirty dream. My nails clawed against my door, my naked breasts shaking in front of me as Lukas growled against my skin, his fingers fucking me so hard my orgasm took barely a second to mount.

But just before I could explode, Lukas pulled away.

“Lukas!” I was smacking him in seconds, facing him and his filthy smirk as he reached down for my keys on the floor, kissing my naked hipbone on his way up. “Fuck you,” I hissed as he sandwiched me between his chest and my door. He multitasked like a champ as he slid my key in the lock, his free hand cupping my breast and pushing it up for his mouth. He forced the moan to spill from my lips as he leaned in and swirled his tongue around my nipple, kneading my breast hard as he turned the key in the lock.

Sensation of every kind poured over me as he carried me into my apartment, leaving my clothes out in the hall as he kicked the door shut.

“Take your clothes off,” I demanded when he set me down on the couch. I chewed my little grin back as I watched Lukas undo his belt, the sound of heavy metal jangling heightening my excitement.

“Good girl,” he murmured as I sucked my bottom lip and touched myself, watching him push his pants down to reveal black boxer briefs wrapped around muscled thighs and an impressively stiff cock.

“Shit,” I exhaled when he took it out, giving me no time to prepare myself for his every pulsing, hard inch. He let his shaft rest heavy in his hand as I stared at it, in awe.

“Fuck, you look so cute right now,” he murmured, kicking out of his pants and furiously unbuttoning his shirt. And before I knew it, I was staring at Lukas Hendricks completely naked. I almost forgot how to breathe. Those massive shoulders, those carved pecs – I’d never seen a body like this up close in person. Ever. In fact, I wasn’t sure they were real but kneeling at the edge of my couch, dragging my eyes over every inch of his skin, I couldn’t doubt it any longer. Beauty like this existed and not only that, it wanted me back.

It was a dangerous thing to know.

“Lia,” Lukas growled. “Tell me what you want. I can’t just look at you like this. I need to fuck you. I need to put my hands all over you.”

“Wait,” I whispered, a mischievous grin curling my lips as I studied him. His breathing was increasingly jagged as he watched me watch him and it made every cut line in his six-pack deepen. I let my gaze trickle down every carved section till I was at his hipbones. Good God, that V. It was perfect – cut so viciously deep I wanted to just grab a hold of it and climb him like a fucking rock.

“Lia…”

“Ah ah.” I peered up at Lukas. On a regular basis, I had zero sadistic tendencies but tonight, I was having fun tormenting Lukas. “We had a deal. You got your way the other night. I get my way tonight.”

He groaned, dragging his palm over his jaw, looking pissed off and turned on as he watched me take him in while stroking between my legs. I’d never felt myself this wet before. I couldn’t believe this was really happening and it was precisely why I needed a moment to soak it all in.

Because after tonight, I was done.

I was to get my fill tonight, get it out of my system and carry on with my life. That was the plan. In fact, I’d promised Sara that after letting him catch his breath for ten minutes, I’d kick Lukas right out of my house.

There was to be no getting attached. Absolutely none.

So in the time I had, I was going to thoroughly enjoy myself.

“Come closer,” I murmured, grinning as Lukas thrust a hand in my hair, standing close enough for me to kiss the tip of his dick if I wanted to. And I did. But not just yet.

“Oh fuck, Lia,” he groaned as I brushed my fingertips along his shaft.

Still on my knees, I spread them wider, giving Lukas a better view of my pussy as I touched him and myself at the same time. Sliding a finger into my pussy, I wrapped my hand around his cock, feeling its smooth heat under my skin. My thumb rubbed the pre-cum beading at his swollen tip, spreading its stickiness with a naughty smile on my lips.

“Jesus fuck, Lia.” Lukas’s hand on my hair tightened. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re doing to me, but you’re killing me, baby,” he growled as I peered up at him from under my lashes. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, staring deep into my eyes. “I swear to Christ, it doesn’t get better than this.”

“Try again,” I murmured, leaning forward to wrap my lips around the head of his cock. Holy shit, I thought as he let out the sexiest, most guttural groan I’d ever heard. He gripped another handful of my hair as I worked my tongue over him, taking him into my mouth inch by inch. I wasn’t sure what had come over me – all I knew was that I needed to taste him, to get all my cravings out in one shot.

It felt crazy but it also felt unbelievably good – like I was liberating something inside me that I’d blithely ignored for so long. I wasn't even sure this part of me still existed but if there were any doubts about the filth, the heat and the need that still lived inside me, they were dashed as I felt my tongue gliding along the hot underside of Lukas’s cock, my hand pumping the length of him I couldn’t suck.

My mouth full, I peered up at him, watching him stare down at me with his strong body stiff and rigid but his eyes frenzied with pure lust. “You’re fucking amazing, Lia,” he rasped, watching me in awe. “That feels so good, baby... so fucking good. Keep sucking it. Just like that.”

I ran my hands down to his hipbones, my fingertips pulsing against those deep cuts of muscle as I took even more of him between my lips. I closed my eyes, whimpering with pleasure as I felt him reach down and fondle my breasts, pinching my nipple till I let out a short, muffled cry.

“Mm.” The dirty chuckle he gave me turned me on so much I slid my mouth off his cock and pushed off his body.

“Sit down,” I said, eyeing his pants in a heap on the floor. “Put the condom on.”

I caught a flash of his raised eyebrows before he swiped his pants off the floor, grabbed the condom inside and did exactly as he was told. Of course he went slightly rogue as he grabbed me and easily lifted me onto his lap, burying his face in my breasts as he rolled the rubber onto his shaft.

“Slow, baby,” he murmured as I straddled his cock. He held my hips, his eyes pinned on mine as I lowered myself onto him, my mouth parting little by little as I felt his head nudge against my pussy. We were unblinking as we gazed at one another, our grins spreading in a slow unison as I eased just the tip of his cock inside me.

“Oh God,” I breathed out, watching his eyes squeeze shut as I clenched. “That feels so good already,” I whispered just before I sank down the rest of the way. I cried out just as he fisted my hips and growled something fierce and thick with lust. I knew he was half a second from bouncing me furiously on top of his cock but he stopped himself.

“Ride me,” he murmured, clenching his teeth. “Let me see you ride my cock, Lia.”

I swiveled my hips over him, giving a moan for every new sensation flooding my senses. I was filled to the hilt, stretched around him with unbelievable pleasure and just the right amount of pain. Gripping the back of the couch, I leaned into his chest, feeling his lips dot kisses all over my shoulders as I began to ride him slowly. I whimpered as I picked up my pace and though I could hear the surge of pleasure in his grunts, he murmured “easy,” trying for my own sake to slow me down. I ignored him. In fact, I went faster. I was so damned wet the hint of pain somehow felt good and as I rode him faster, harder it went away, replaced by bliss.

“Holy fucking shit, look at you, baby,” Lukas growled as I arched my body. My hair grazed my lower back as I bounced on him. My eyes were closed as I moaned to the ceiling but I didn’t need to see to know that he was staring at me in awe. I could feel the heat of his eyes on my swollen lips, my bouncing breasts, my pussy slamming with fury down to the base of his cock. I could feel his amazement in the way he gripped my ass, his fingers digging into me as he gave deep, animal-like growls. “So fucking sexy.” Lukas pushed his hands up to my tits and squeezed. “You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I never want to stop watching you. You’re fucking beautiful.”

As he murmured the words in my ear, I shuddered on top of him, a ripple of pleasure crashing through me. It was so good I would’ve thought I’d come if it weren’t for the true orgasm Lukas had shown me with his tongue in my pussy last night. Coming to a halt, he took over with a gruff command.

“Come here.”

I was only vaguely aware of Lukas lifting me up as we kissed, his strong arms carrying me like a feather somewhere. I had no idea where. All I knew was that my hot back pressed against the cold wall, our desperate groans mingling as he fucked me against it, rough and merciless.

“That feel good?” Lukas grunted, pounding into me. I moaned my reply, too lost in pleasure to articulate a single word. It just felt too damned good. All over. His abs were rubbing against my clit now, stroking hard as his cock rubbed a deliciously sensitive spot inside me. It was more ecstasy than I could process and it got better ever second, hotter with every bit of cocky filth he murmured in my ear. “Such a wet little pussy… such a sweet, fucking wet little pussy. Only for me.” He shoved inside me now. “Only for me, baby. You keep that pussy wet.” He threw his weight against me. “But only for me.” He was buried inside me. Balls-deep. “You hear me? Only for me.” I knew he could feel me clenching around him now because he was teasing me, withholding my orgasm like the prick that he was. “Tell me, Lia,” Lukas murmured into my neck. “Tell me how wet your pussy gets for me. And only me.”

“Only you…” I moaned, digging my nails into his back. “Only you get my pussy this wet, Lukas… only you… please…”

“What do you want?” He slowed inside me. “Tell me.”

“Fuck me,” I begged. “Harder.”

“Are you going to come for me?” He pumped his hips faster, deeper.

“Yes…”

“Open your eyes, Lia. Let me look at you,” he murmured. My fingers immediately raked into his hair when I opened my eyes and caught those pools of green smoldering into me, glinting with pleasure as he continued his measured thrusts inside me. Fuck. It felt amazing but it felt too hot. Too intimate. I looked away but Lukas caught my jaw, grinning at the awe on my face as I processed him pinning me to the wall with just his hips and his cock. “You’re going to look at me when I make you come, you hear me?”

“Yes.”

With that he released my jaw, grabbing my thighs and building his pace till he was hammering inside me, rocking me so hard against that wall I was sure we’d break it down. I couldn’t control the moan that dispelled from my lungs. My nails clawed at his back but his muscles fought back, rippling against me as his cock battered inside me, growing bigger, harder just seconds before he exploded.

“Fuck!” Lukas snarled, slamming me into the wall as he came. I felt his heart pound against mine for the next minute that we caught our breaths. My vision focused so that I realized where the hell I even was in my apartment. I couldn’t let go of his shoulder blades. I told myself to but I loved how strong and defiant they felt under my fingers. I wanted to savor how this felt. How he sounded. I wanted to record this for my memories, so I’d never forget how I’d rendered such a strong man weak. “Holy fuck,” he exhaled, pulling back and staring into my eyes as he walked me back to the couch. He sat us down, still inside me. It was once again too intimate as we spent a silent moment gazing at each other.

Perspiration beaded his hairline. His cheeks were a little flushed and his parted lips lifted into a faint smile as I ran my hands down his chest and abs.

I hated that I loved watching him. Touching him. I couldn’t get enough. And I hated that while I resisted at first, I let Lukas kiss me again. On the couch, naked and sweaty, we kissed for another half hour, maybe more. We eventually fell asleep on the couch and when I woke up hours later to him carrying me to bed, I promised myself I’d kick him out an hour later. I even set an alarm. Even in my grogginess, I remembered the promise I’d made.

But the second I felt my body nestle back against his I knew I was screwed.