Lucas came over... | 2016

It had been a crazy couple of weeks and I’d managed to miss Lucas every time we worked together. I did my best to think work thoughts, but who was I kidding? I have one of the most active imaginations of anyone I’ve ever met and I could not stop replaying the last several times Lucas and I had found time to be alone with one another. Thinking about it as much as I was lead to sweaty palms and a racing heartbeat, probably a little flush in my cheeks as well. I loved it. I wasn’t about to deny myself that.

He came by my desk and reached out his fingers, trying to maintain his slow walking pace, and ran them through the hair at the nape of my neck, pulling gently. I had recently cut off most of my hair and it left my neck exposed. I confessed a long time ago that biting my neck and shoulder, while he was standing behind me, was one of the fastest ways to turn foreplay into fornication. He’s definitely one to tease and do whatever he can to work me up. I must have jumped, because he laughed as he walked away. I turned my head quickly and glared at his back, but he never turned around.

“Not nice. You’re going to have to make up for that,” I messaged him. I had been doing my best to remain low contact since he and his girlfriend were playing the on-again off-again game. We had talked about her enough that I knew she had no idea I existed. Evidently, a random work text a few months before had sent her on a minutes-long tirade about giving other women his phone number, so I was happy to back off. I didn’t need the drama. Given his little flirt, I had assumed they were now again in the Off Position. I heard him let out one guffaw from his office. He didn’t answer my message.

I went home for the day and didn’t do my usual “Hey, I’m just heading out, here I go, walking away!” thing with him. If he wanted to tease, I could play his game. I took my time getting home and decided to hop in the shower to rinse the work day off. When I came out, I saw that my phone was blinking and picked it up to see a reply on my messenger from Lucas. “What, you ignoring me now? How am I supposed to make it up?” I was assuming he was referring to how I left that evening, but when I went out to check the mail, there was a bottle of my favorite booze sitting on my stoop. There was a card next to it and all it said was “Will this help? ;)”

I looked up immediately and searched the street for his car, but it wasn’t there. I grabbed the bottle and put it just inside the door, then went to grab the mail. I walked back in and decided to return his message. “Ignoring you? Why would I do that?” I snapped a photo of the bottle and sent it over next. “And yes, this will help.” I waited less than 30 seconds and got a reply. “Oh, good. Since you’re home… can I stop by?” My heart skipped a beat and I answered “Well, I guess I could share my booze.”

I bolted upstairs. Nothing makes me move faster than impending sexy time where I get to dress up a little. Lucas had a thing for black lingerie and fishnets. Always commented on how sexy the contrast to my skin is and I do terribly enjoy turning him on. I went to my drawer of “special lingerie” and pulled out a lovely black silk corset I’d been meaning to show off. I slipped on a high-cut black thong and pulled my fishnets on. In order to look at least a little less wanton, I pulled on my yoga pants and threw a loose thin sweatshirt on over the top. I couldn’t resist touching myself and grabbing my ass a little through my pants, wondering if he’d do this and find me out sooner than later.

About 10 minutes later, he arrived in his work attire. Business professional clothing really does it for me. “You should come inside,” I said with a smirk. By this time, I’d already made myself two strong drinks and I asked him to follow me to the kitchen. He smirked a little and it was so difficult to keep my hands and lips to myself. I took a slow breath as I was sure he’d be able to hear my heart beat otherwise. Something about Lucas made me forget to be calm and aloof. It was truly wonderful. I offered him a drink and he slid in close behind me, sliding his hands around to my stomach. My heart stopped as I realized he’d definitely be able to tell I wasn’t just wearing a bra and then his hands stopped as well.

He slid his fingers down and under the hem of my sweatshirt and felt along my hips. “Oh… my… Anya… what a naughty girl you are.” My face felt like it was on fire, but I just laughed softly. “Was I wrong to assume you’d like that?” He didn’t answer, but he pressed in closer and bit the back of my neck lustily. My hips pressed back against him and they were completely out of my conscious control. I moaned softly and he bit again, working up my neck as my ass pressed against him. My back was arched and my mind made it clear what it wanted as my hands pressed flat against the counter. I weakly said “So… no… drink? Fuck.” He had one hand in my hair and had craned my neck to nibble and suck along my skin. I was shamelessly grinding on him at this point, lost in bliss.

For the first time in a long time, he didn’t demand that I disrobe. He knew I liked it, but this time I think he just wanted to get what he came for. I didn’t mind at all. He grabbed the waist of my pants and pulled them down, kissing and nipping my ass and thighs through the fishnets. As he stood, he took off his slacks and kicked off his shoes, pulling his socks off as well. He pressed two fingers between my thighs and rubbed them firmly along the line of my thong and I moaned again. This time, he moaned as well. I loved it when he made noises for me.

He pulled up my sweatshirt and then turned me around, and I was greeted with pure hunger in his gaze. Lucas is quite a bit taller than me, and definitely stronger, so he picked me up like a toy and sat me on the counter. His lips were all over my exposed skin, devouring me. I pressed my fingers into his shoulders and scratched my nails over his shirt as I weakly whimpered in appreciation of his keen attention. He grabbed my ass and slid me just off the counter, and I wrapped my legs around his lower back. He turned and slammed my back up against the blank wall, thrusting his hips against me slowly, pressing directly against my clit with his shaft. My eyes rolled closed and I sighed against his ear, “Yes.”

He pulled his face away and watched me as he continued to slowly grind against me. When I looked back to his rapt face, I bit my lip and pulled at his shirt, making my look as lust-filled as I could, and mouthed “Fuck me.” He pressed me hard against the wall again with his forearm across my collarbone and lavished rough, hungry kisses over my chest and neck. With a gruff shortness, he said “I just want to watch you cum. Just once. In all of this.” My eyes closed again. The tone in his voice was exquisite and I was already close to doing just that. I tilted my head back and to the side as he pressed his length harder against me. I came in mere moments, quietly, balling his shirt up in my fists. When I felt I could breathe again, my eyes shot open and I grappled with him for just a moment until he let me down to stand on my own.

I pulled off my fishnets while eyeing him fiercely, then pulled off my thong. I reached over and yanked off his underwear, then told him to unbutton his shirt. As he undressed himself for me, I worked my fingers over his length, dropping to my knees to give him a few moments of what he’s called “the most amazing lip service he’d ever received,” and looked up to see his fingers pause on a button for much longer than needed, a gasp coming from him. I stood up and grinned, he shook his head and advanced on me. “Dirty. Dirty, dirty, naughty girl.” He lifted me up again and slid inside without another word. I gasped and dug my nails into his shoulders as he pressed me back up against the wall.

He nipped my ear and said “Has someone been thinking about this today…?” A slow pump of his hips followed his question and as he slid in deep again, I barely exhaled a teasing “Maybe.” He laughed and slid out again slowly, this time giving a few very shallow thrusts to make me squirm, “Maybe?” He slid in deep again and I groaned, “Okay… a lot… over and over… yes.” I told you he liked to tease. He rewarded my honesty with a few firm and deep thrusts and I shuddered. I decided to take my advantage where I saw it and groaned “Harder.” I heard his breath catch for just a moment and then he gripped me firmly, and thrust into me with redoubled strength.

I moaned sharply, and exhaled “Yes.” My eyes closed as he delivered one after another firm thrust, and I came again in seconds. He held still, keeping himself buried deep, before sliding out of me and lifting me from the wall. I pouted as he carried me slowly up the stairs and he just grinned. As he lowered me to the bed, he quietly said “I’m paying for what I’ve done…” and pressed my knees up toward my shoulders. My pout vanished and I got so excited that I could have clapped. He slid his forearms under the backs of my knees, letting them settle at his inner elbow, as he positioned me at the edge of the bed. He laughed softly just once at the expression on my face of pure joy before he slid inside again.

He bent over me and the excited look on my face was replaced with a different type of pleasure, my brow beginning to furrow as he worked in and out slowly. He knew how to let me build to orgasm slowly and he was intent on paying me back handsomely. Only a minute later, he’d ramped up the pace and I felt another orgasm looming. My head pressed hard against the bed, lifting me up just as he began thrusting furiously hard and deep. I thought I was going to pass out from the intensity of my orgasm. I slapped both hands against his chest and began clawing blindly as I gasped through it, cussing softly with every other thrust it seemed.

I knew he had to be getting close to his own orgasm and so I forced my eyes open to look at him. I licked my lips and nearly whispered “Cum for me, Lucas.” As if I’d broken a curse, he hoarsely replied “Fuck!” and slowed his thrusts as he did just what I asked of him. He slowly moved his arms from behind my knees and I wrapped my legs around him, drawing him in tight as I circled my hips against him to ride out his orgasm. I always did enjoy when he came inside…