She truly wasn't scared.
Just impossible for her to even pretend she was scared when—-
"You're wet."
She was that.
"Fuck."
And since he had yet to touch her—-
"You're dripping wet, dammit."
Audra's cheeks burned.
So that was how he knew.
Her wetness, dripping down her thighs—-
"I just want you so much," Audra choked out.
"Fuck."
"I k-know now I've w-wanted you for years—-"
"Audra, fuck."
She heard telltale sounds, and her throat tightened at the knowledge that Lucian, at this very moment, was struggling to take his erection out of his pants with undue haste.
And when she felt his fingers clasp her hips from behind—-
Audra felt her breasts swell and ache behind her dress.
Yes, yes, yes.
She was just so excited, just so wet for him, that she wanted to cry the words out—-
"Audra."
The way Lucian groaned her name out made Audra realize that she had actually ended up doing it. She had actually cried those very words out—-
And so now he knew.
He had to know by now.
How very desperate she was for him.
And surely, he should also know that could only be so because she was in love—-
"Luciaaaaaan."
His name tumbled out in a soft, shaken moan as his impossibly large cock entered Audra from behind. And since years of cycling reduced the pain of her deflowering into the barest of twinges, Audra found herself responding right away to this strange but wonderful feeling of being so, so...stuffed.
DRUNK AS HE STILL WAS, Lucian didn't notice how his cock drove through the flimsiest of barriers. The only things he noticed was how fucking right it felt to be inside the girl he loved...and how Audra was already moving against him like no virgin could possibly do.
While the thought left a bitter taste on his tongue, Lucian also found it impossible to ignore the other side of the equation. The side that told him to just fucking enjoy the best sex of his life, with how tight her passage felt and how her inner muscles seemed to squeeze his erection in exquisite rhythm to every pulse and beat of his body.
It was as if she was made for him alone, dammit—-
And though he knew this could not be true—-
He was lost.
He was so fucking lost in the sensual wonder of Audra's body, so fucking enslaved by this girl that he had been obsessed with for years, just so fucking into her, dammit, that Lucian found himself hating and loving her at the same time, found himself wanting to punish and cherish her, make her cry and scream—-
"Lucian..."
She was saying his name again, and this time she was also grinding her ass against his cock, and even as this sharpened his need for her, all the other emotions inside of him churned even more viciously—-
"Please..."
His mind shut down. His control fled. Everything went out of the fucking window until all that was left was his body and hers, his cock inside her dripping wet pussy, and the promise of something undefined, something that was a whole lot like pleasure,...but more.
Fuuuuuck.
That was all he should allow himself to think of, dammit.
Fucking her.
Hard.
Fucking her like he promised he said he would.
And so he fucked her until Audra was all messed up, crying his name over and over, and he fucked her everywhere, too. Not just the couch, but he also fucked her against the wall, and later on, he had Audra flat on her back on the carpet, her nails clawing his back as their bodies met—-
"Lucian." Her gaze clung to his. "I love you."
The words had Lucian squeezing his eyes shut even as he surged into her one last time, and he felt her body start to convulse just as he reached his own release, his cock filling her until her pussy could no longer contain all of it, and as his seed trickled down her thighs, he heard it again.
Love you.
Love you.
Love you so much.
She murmured the words over and over until she drifted into sleep, and as he watched her eyes close, and he found himself gazing down at a face that was impossibly angelic...
Lucian could almost believe he was completely wrong about her.
AUDRA'S PHONE BUZZED into life with her daily six o'clock alarm, and she shot up to a sitting position like she usually did even though her eyes remained firmly closed. She yawned, stretched, and wondered why her body hurt at the oddest...
Oh my gosh.
Every X-rated moment of last night flashed in her mind, and everything was just so vivid that by the time Audra opened her eyes, she was just a little breathless, maybe just a little wet, and...Lucian was awake.
Audra cleared her throat. "Um..."
The way he was gazing at her, with just the tiniest smirk playing over his lips, told Audra very clearly that he knew how she was feeling, and as her cheeks started to burn, she saw him ever so slowly...arch his brow at her.
Audra choked back a laugh. She couldn't believe that Lucian, with his impeccable manners, would ask if she wanted another round of sex by raising a brow at her.
But in a way, this only made her feel special—-
Kinda like he could only be himself with her, Audra thought, and this cheered her up so much that she found herself doing something similarly un-Audra-like.
Looking down at Lucian, she wagged her brows at him suggestively—-
It was his turn to laugh...until of course Lucian suddenly yanked her on top of him, and she felt his cock, already fully engorged, sliding up and down her folds, which were also already dripping wet (once again)...
Audra started moving instinctively, her hips rocking back and forth, and she realized it was truly just like riding a stallion, and um, getting stuffed, too, by something as big as a stallion's cock, and oooooooh Goooooooood, this was soooooooo gooooooooood.
A moan tore out of her throat when she felt his hand slip between them, and he started tweaking her clit.
Vigorously.
To the point that she was riding him even faster and harder, just riding him wild like, um, a cowgirl, and ohmygosh, she was coooooooooming, coming, coming, and as Audra's head fell back, she just couldn't keep herself from whispering the words one more time.
"I love you."
IT WAS AN HOUR LATER when Audra started picking her clothes from the floor, and she could feel a still-naked Lucian watching her as she dressed herself. Glancing at him over her shoulder, she asked with a smile, "Zip me up?"
"Of course." He came to his feet immediately, and Audra quickly turned around, unable to help but still feel a little embarrassed at the sight of his proudly erect cock as he walked towards her.
"You're without shame," she teased under her breath.
"And you..."
Audra gasped as his fingers grazed against the bare skin of her back.
"Are..."
He slowly pulled the zipper of her dress up.
"Late for class."
Audra let out another gasp, and when she checked her watch, she realized it was true.
She was late!
Spinning around, she tiptoed to press a kiss on his cheek, as she raced towards the door, she remembered to say, "Red."
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN RED?" Lucian asked, bemused, and at the question, Audra paused in her steps to glance back at him with a smile that nearly destroyed him. It was shy as well as impish, and at the same time, beautiful...and painfully sweet.