Lukas (This is Our Life Series Book 4) Page 4

  “Thanks, Luc. And thanks for standin’ up beside me. Couldn’t have done it without ya, brother,” Oliver wholeheartedly replies.

  The sincerity in his voice helps fill the void I’m carrying around a little.

  “Yeah, you’re probably right, sizzle chest. But you do alright on your own,” I chuckle, because let’s face it, that shit is funny. My jester role is firmly back in place.

  “Right,” Oliver laughs with me.

  He imprisons me with a bear hug and I oblige. Oliver is my brother from another mother. One of only a few people in my life whom I let close to me.

  Nudging away, I assert, “Alright. Enough of the pansy bullshit. I’m out. I’ll see you in the morning before you leave.”

  Shifting closer to stand in front of Fallyn, I add, “Good luck with this one, sweet cheeks.”

  I steal a quick hug and kiss from Fallyn, and she laughs when Oliver plucks me off her. Grumbling under his breath, something about keeping my hands and lips to myself.

  “Fucker. Can’t wait to return the favor, Jolly Green. Oh, and Lukas. Don’t let the bears scare you out there,” Oliver interjects, expecting to get a rise out of me.

  One night over drinks, we were sharing childhood stories. I mistakenly told him about a dream when I was a young kid. A bear was chasing me into the woods, and no matter how fast I ran, it caught up with me. Just before he clamped his jaws around my neck, I woke up. Cocksucker.

  “Hardy har-har. Very funny, Ols. But any bear out in these woods will fall smitten, like Roxy. When they get a load of this hunk-a burnin’ love coming their way, they’ll have no choice not to love me. People and animals just can’t resist this,” I reply sarcastically.

  I gesture with my hands like Vanna White on Wheel of Fortune, up and down my torso while I wiggle my eyebrows up and down. A round of laughter fills the room as I make a beeline out the front door into the dark night.

  A few minutes later, the front door opens and the seductress, Sage Blackwood, walks down the steps.

  I fall in step with her and we walk for a while, not saying a word, following the path to the cabins.

  Finally, breaking the silence, she asks, “What are you doing, Lukas?”

  “What? Can’t a guy be chivalrous?”

  “Really? Haven’t you heard? Chivalry died out in the Dark Ages,” Sage huffs out.

  There’s a hint of laughter in her voice and I sense the shift once again; we’re reading from the same page. Well, the same page, different day.

  Because that’s the game we’ve continued to play on and off for the past few years. One hot and steamy booty call after the next. Each and every time, it ends with ‘It’s the last time, Lukas. It will never happen again, Lukas.’ Yada, yada, yada bullshit.

  Truth be told, she can’t stop this between us any more than I can. The sex we share is off-the-charts good. The chemistry sizzling hot. Epic to the infinity. Neither one of us can give it up.

  The problem is, I want more. I need more from her. Never wanted more with anyone else, until Sage woke up a craving hunger deep inside me, the very first night we met. She stirred up all kinds of crazy emotions I didn’t understand or had ever felt before.

  “Then consider it a courtesy of Trident Security. We have to make sure everyone gets to their cabins safe and sound, ma’am.”

  “I’ll just bet you do. But alright, I’ll play along. Let me make something clear, Jolly Green. You can walk me to the cabin. And. That. Is. It. Understood?” Sage sounds off, as if she’s trying to convince herself of the words that are coming out of her mouth.

  “Crystal. Of course, ma’am. Whatever you need,” I smile sweetly and reply, but my body is already flaming up from being in the vicinity of hers.

  “This is me,” Sage points as she walks up the few steps of the rustic cabin.

  Oliver has a few dozen cabins located around the hunting property for clients who come in from out of town to hunt. A pretty impressive spread.

  His mother, Olivia, has transformed the property into a multimillion-dollar business. People come from all over the world just to shoot a prize deer, or elk.

  Sage turns around, her back to the door as if she’s expecting me to leave. Not gonna happen, baby. I’m already there, all up in her personal space. A scant margin between us, we make eye contact, and a wide grin covers my face. Let’s see you squirm your way out of this.

  “Good night, Lukas. Thanks for assuring my safety,” she mumbles on a shaky breath, waving her fingers in front of my face.

  I push her up against the door and go in for the kill. Pressing my body flush with the heart of her body. I hoist her up, pulling her legs around my waist. Her ankles automatically anchor at the base of my spine. Every muscle in her body tenses. I examine her startled expression, but the passion burning in her eyes gives away the need she’s feeling. The longing and desire twist me all up. Her pink tongue darts out to moisten alluring sweet lips, and I’m a goner.

  Leaning in, I greedily consume her lips and flick my tongue along the seam until she opens up for me and a long sensual sob breaks free. She may not want to acknowledge my ownership, but her body recognizes its master. Synchronized laborious breathing and moans ensue. My need for Sage escalates as my manhood expands and lengthens, rock hard and engulfed in her heated, covered warmth.

  Catching my breath, I whisper, “Let’s do this, doc.”

  4

  Sage

  Every single time I find a tiny ounce of comical humor as I’m going through a difficult decision in life, it’s like crossing the finish line of a 5k race I ran back in college. I’ve won the freaking lottery. Exhilarated because I actually find a reason to smile, and then exhaustion consumes me from the effort. Very similar to what happens with Lukas when we are alone. My mind wars with the needs and wants of my body.

  “Let’s do this,” he proposes in a warm, sexy voice.

  If my body weren’t on fire, I would throw my head back and laugh at Lukas until my side ached. Let’s do this. Straight and to the point, a simple statement full of unquestionable promise. Yeah, right. He doesn’t beat around the bush. He merely states what is about to unfold with three little words. Let’s forget his tongue is down my throat and his palms are frantically massaging my ass with finesse. Coherent thinking is out and all that is driving us is the need to fuck until we are both satisfied and happy little campers.

  From the outside looking in, we are two horny rabbits ready to thump an itch or scratch it. Each time we have sex, it is better than the last. Go figure. And each time I worry I won’t live through the pleasurable romp, Lukas brings my pre-orgasmic, begging body.

  The same goes for my resolve. I steel myself for the run-in with him, ready to dance around barrels to maintain the safe distance I need between us so I don’t fall into our dysfunctional pattern of sex, sex, and more sex. I go through the steps of denial, yet boom, here we are, frantically ripping our clothes off, ready to fuck each other’s brains out.

  Honestly, I’m not sure if I even know the meaning of slowing down in these moments. It’s zero to sixty in five point two seconds.

  He broke my resistance so easily this round. He knew a show of strength would seal the deal. The way he roughly hauled me up and into his arms so easily turns me the fuck on and gets my girly bits begging for his cock.

  From there, I give in and commit; I hold nothing back. I give in to the cravings I have for this sexy giant of a man, smoothly directing my legs around his torso, and stroking his tongue in and out of my mouth. I want every single thick inch of him inside of me filling me to capacity, stretching me. Pleasure beyond my wildest imagination. Dreams really do come true, when I give in to him—if only for a brief time.

  I thread my fingers in his coarse, black hair and yank. He grunts his appreciation.

  “It’s been way too long since the last time I felt your pussy, doc. I’m about to shoot my load like some untried teenage boy, because you keep denying us.” His palm comes down on my ass hard, and I remai
n motionless, wanting more. “Give me a sec. I’m holding on by a thread here. I don’t want to waste my chance to feel you pulsing around my dick,” he pants.

  One slap and I’m ready to come. Knowing his weakness, I pounce, a lioness playing with prey. I’m such a naughty girl.

  “More, Lukas, please,” I speak in a slow, raspy whisper.

  Quick as lightning, I’m thrown and the back of my head collides with a pillow on the plush couch. I’m yanked from the lying position and twirled around like a baby doll to my knees. My hands land flat against the top of the couch as my dress is hoisted up and over my stinging bottom. He palms the cheek of my ass where the mark of his hand print remains, and in the next second, a matching one develops on the other side. My womb clenches, a musky scent wraps around us, feeding pheromones starved for such a long stretch of time.

  “Spank me, Hulkster,” I plead, need causing pimpled goose bumps to surface over every inch of me. "I've been a very bad, bad girl."

  Pleasure courses through me as I anticipate his next touch.

  He remains still and quiet, the calm before the storm. He’s patient; I’m not. I want to rake my nails down his back and hear him moan with pleasure. I goad him more. I’m in it for me, I remind myself. I need to get off and he’s slowing me down. It’s all about the feel, Sage. I wiggle my ass in the air, trying to hurry him up. I need him pounding into me, not holding me still.

  “What’s the holdup, stud? Take a picture; it lasts longer.”

  No reply. The only noises are heavy breathing and the night creatures buzzing from the crack in the window from earlier in the day.

  Time passes by, and nothing from Lukas. I’m about to call it quits before he can. Who knows with him, maybe he’s having second thoughts. His hold tightens on my left hip and his fingers do the walking closer to my puckered hole. I stretch tall on my tiptoes, giving him easy access, hoping he will ease the building pleasure and pain circulating my nerve endings. They circle around the forbidden bud, never touching, only teasing my over-sensitized body, then continue a journey to the slit overflowing with need. He pulls back and skates up my lower back, feather-like touches along my spine.

  “Playing games, Lukas? Touch me, dammit.”

  “I am touching you.”

  “Not enough and you know it. You’re missing all the important areas. Do you need me to draw a map for you? It’s directly between my left and right thighs. The little hole waiting patiently for your monster dick.”

  He softly chuckles. My nipples stand erect, begging for their turn only to be denied by him. He’s touched me, but not where I want him. I make an effort to buck up from the position he’s holding me in. He doesn’t release the pressure, and sexual frustration is building.

  “Fuck me already!” I snarl. “Or I’ll get up from here and take care of my own business.”

  “Grumpy, are we? Not gonna happen, Sage. I’ve patiently waited all day—watched and waited while you played your little head games. I watched you flirt with my friends and parade your drop-dead gorgeous body around in this drive-me-up-a-fucking-wall excuse for a dress. No, not gonna happen the way you want tonight. It’s payback time, princess.”

  Memories from a war-torn country surface at the mention of his first nickname for me—the sweet endearment. We found each other in the God-awful place in a region afflicted with tremendous loss and heartache. We found peace while around us chaos reigned, so many lives lost. I had volunteered to help in the children’s clinic for a year of service. I didn’t understand what I had agreed to until the first time a broken child was brought into the emergency clinic with limbs missing. Land mines. It was hell on earth for me. The need to save them all weighed heavily on my heart.

  The moments with Lukas, priceless.

  I blink and square my shoulders. It’s only sex, I remind myself as nostalgia rears its ugly face. I open my mouth to explain in detail ‘how to find a vagina’—mine in particular—but a moan of relief escapes instead. His thick digits rake across my soaked vagina and enter the tight sheath with a forceful push. Finally, thank God!

  Smooth as silk, he finger fucks me from behind, causing ripples of ecstasy to pulse in time with the beat of his heart. Gentle tugs needle my pebbled nipple rings, a warm tongue glides over my spine and stops. The wait is agonizing. I jolt when teeth scrape my scapula and tease the tense muscle. He bites down on my shoulder as his pinky pulls the ring taut on my breast. My pussy clamps down on his pumping fingers. It’s too much.

  “Lukas!”

  The intense climax explodes. I fall over the edge of Alice’s rabbit hole, diving headfirst into the unknown abyss, spiraling out of control. Extreme pleasure spreads from the sensation pulsing out of control.

  I’m drifting on a Lukas-high, incapable of sustaining the pose. My limp body begins to lean when strong forearms envelope me, holding me close.

  “I’ve got you, doc,” he softly whispers in my ear.

  The sound of a zipper has me opening my drowsy eyes to stare up into desire-filled ones.

  “I’ve missed that look.”

  I scrunch my nose in confusion, then a forefinger slides down the slope and gently taps the end.

  “The one you get after I sent you to heaven, princess.”

  I sag into his warmth and allow my fear to take a backseat for a little while. He touches the insecure little girl I buried deep.

  I sigh. I’m sated and content, a well-fed kitten ready for a nap.

  He collapses on the couch with me landing on his lap. His swollen cock pressed into the contours of my back. He raises me to a higher position, my knees on each side of his bulky thighs.

  “Lean forward,” he commands.

  I tense and he gently pushes me down.

  “Put your hands on the floor,” he directs.

  The authoritative tone in his voice doesn’t broker a rebuttal. I bite my sassy tongue, swallowing the playful retort, and place my hands on the outside of his shiny dress shoes.

  My lower belly quivers with excitement. Round Two. Dominant Lukas is here. Fun times, Jolly Green.

  Fine hairs rub the tips of my standing taut breasts. Giant paws firmly clamp onto my hips. I’m going to have bruises, but damn it’s worth the soreness for him to direct my body so effortlessly. I moan when the bulbous crown of his cock bumps the opening of my weeping vagina, then retreats. He glides easily between my outer lips to my swollen hood pulsating with need. He smoothly moves up and down the length, lubricating his monster of a cock.

  “Fuck, princess, loving this view. You at my mercy—waiting for my dick.”

  I moan louder when he tenderly draws me back onto his thick steel rod. My muscles widening with pleasure and pain to accommodate his size, one agonizing inch at a time. When he’s almost seated in me, he bucks his hips, yanks me down, and rams home. My pussy trembles at the invasion and quivers for more. I’m stretched over his thick cock to the limit.

  His moan is deep and resounding as his hard, muscular frame becomes rigid, allowing me a handful of moments to adjust to his girth.

  “I’m going to fuck you hard, doc. You ready?”

  “I was born ready, Hulk.”

  Without warning, he drills into me, fast and furious.

  “Oh, oh, oh!” Gibberish escapes my lips from the hammering he’s giving me.

  I’m at his mercy. I use his calves to push back when he lifts me for a deeper penetration. The blood rushes to my center. Electricity soars from my womb to the tips of my limbs. He’s relentless in conquering me. I sense the frustration pent up inside of Lukas from earlier. It is finding its way out via his unyielding, pounding cock. Reminding me who my body belongs to and punishing me for dancing so close to Moose. I let Moose hold what belongs to Lukas whether I agreed or not.

  Oh, my God! I live for the times when the Jolly Hulk goes Green with jealously.

  My nails anchor into his skin, interrupting the demonic rhythm he’s set for us. He releases my hips and tenderly guides my back into the hard ridges of
his chest.

  “Oh, God, Lukas!”

  He’s deeper in this position, hitting my womb. I’m panting from the overwhelming euphoria of being stretched and owned. I reach backwards for him. My hands wrap around his neck and he drives up into me. Every time he bucks up, he pulls me down. The most intense orgasm is building from his repeated pummeling of my pussy. I bite my lip to stop the scream wanting to escape.

  Without thinking, my nails anchor into him and a tepid moisture gathers at the tips of them as a low inarticulate sound breaks free from him. Abruptly, he surges faster, giving the impression he is turned on by the act.

  "Can you handle more of me?”

  “Yes, please don't hold back. Give me all you got. I can handle it.”

  He growls and the intensity increases tenfold. The switch turned on and there’s no stopping him from obtaining the ultimate goal of pure pleasure. The noise of our sweaty bodies joined reverberates. Grunts, moans, and slapping of my buttocks onto his pubic bone combine into a solo guitar melody any rock star would be envious of. Praise and thanks to Lukas strumming his steel rod to the desirable chords. I grasp in the direction of the impending pleasure knocking on heaven’s gate. The crescendo measure on the music sheet beats, stimulating me to an all-time peak.

  "I'm so close. Don’t stop! Please, Lukas. You feel so good."

  I'm on overload and he’s driven to send me over the top with every touch. My oversensitive body responds to him. He’s rubbing my swollen nub and hitting the sensitive spot inside with every stroke. I look down at our bodies joined so intimately, and the erotic sight pushes me over the edge.

  He fixates on the clenching muscles clamped down on him like a vise and drills that perfect cock into me, seeking his own pleasure now. I’m oblivious to the life outside of these four walls. The beautiful specimen of a man holding me calls to me like a siren in the sea calls to the sailors. He bewitches me, casting a spell over my will. I bend to only him.

  “Sage!” His entire large body shakes and trembles. Warm semen spreads inside my silky channel, flooding the convulsing walls.