Flesh: Part Nine (The Flesh Series Book 9)

Flesh

Part Nine

SKY CORGAN

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CHAPTER ONE

This doesn't seem
real. This entire night feels like a dream, a world my imagination
conjured up where everything is perfect—the hopelessly romantic
desires of a naive girl realized. I feel like if I take one misstep,
I'll wake up, and things will be back to the way they were before.

The warm water
cascading down my body feels exquisite, but not a fraction as nice as
having Lucian's hands on me. He's massaging my scalp, and I
occasionally moan from it. Even though we've both exerted ourselves
in the bedroom, my body feels wide awake. One glimpse of the tiny
beads of water clinging to his muscular frame has my hormones revving
up all over again. He looks gorgeous standing under the showerhead,
his dark hair pressing flat against his forehead, the water droplets
following the curvature of his muscles on their descent to the floor.
In the dim light, his body glistens.

We've just made love
for the first time. He's touching me with care, not with the need to
dominate. I don't know what happened inside of him to cause this
change, but I'm enjoying it, perhaps way too much. For me to think
that it will last forever is unrealistic. No one changes this
drastically in the span of a few hours.

I try not to think
about what will happen after tonight because I just want to be locked
into this moment. Lucian's hands move from my hair to my shoulders,
briefly kneading into the muscle there. Then he slips them around my
waist and presses himself against me. I let out a soft sigh, wrapping
my hands around his wrists and trying to direct them away from the
pudgier parts of my stomach. I definitely don't feel as
self-conscious as I did before though.


Can
we stay like this forever?” I ask, realizing how mushy it
sounds.


Nothing
lasts forever, Amy,” he tells me.

My heart aches from
his words, probably because I take them way too literally. I wonder
if a year from now, I'll look back at this as a distant memory. I
don't want that.

Lucian's grip
loosens around me, and his fingers splay out as they travel up over
my ribs. I drop my hands to my sides, allowing him to touch me. I
bite my bottom lip and suppress a hissing sound from escaping between
my teeth when his deft fingertips press into the soft flesh of my
breasts. He cups and squeezes my tits as the heat of his breath pets
across my neck before his lips touch me. I crane my head, trying not
to smirk when I feel his cock twitch against my ass.


You're
insatiable,” I muse.


I
think you can satiate me.” He nips at my earlobe.


Do
you?” I turn around to face him. There's darkness in his eyes.
Lust.

I know I can't
resist him. He's far too handsome, and I'm drunk on the thought of a
new beginning for us. I'm infatuated with the possibility of him
being mine. Mine and only mine. That Flesh can be put behind us. That
his dominant nature might smooth into something romantic and
passionate. He's very capable of romantic and passionate. He's proven
that tonight.

Lucian kisses me
beneath the sprinkling of the showerhead. It reminds me of so many
movies I've seen where people kiss in the rain. That would be more
romantic, but this is certainly the next best thing. Our wet bodies
are pressed together, our slick mouths moving and caressing and
loving. I taste his tongue, suck on it a bit, explore the cavern of
his mouth. He nibbles on my bottom lip, tugs at it, sends a familiar
bite of pleasure-pain through me as his teeth clamp down just a bit
too hard.


You
make me insatiable,” he mutters against the side of my mouth as
he kisses a path to my ear.

I gasp when I feel
his hands on my waist roughly turning me around. My feet slip on the
tile, and I almost lose my balance.


Lucian.”
I furrow my brow at him in warning.

He grins at me
wickedly. “Don't worry, I've got you.”

His hands move down
to my hips, clamping around them like an iron cage. He pulls me away
from the wall a bit, causing me to slip and panic again. I perilously
cling to the wall, my torso bending as I desperately try to support
myself.


What
is wrong with—” I turn to snap at him but then cry out
instead as he angles himself to thrust inside of me, filling me in
one quick motion. “Lucian,” I whimper, pressing my palms
against the wall for support.

He grunts as he
thrusts into me. It's not as gentle as when we were in the bedroom,
but it's still good. From this position, with my body bent awkwardly,
my pussy feels tight. The pressure on my insides is unexpected and
pleasurable. I try to steady myself as I adjust to the sensation of
him pumping in and out of me like this. We've reverted back from
lovemaking to fucking, but I don't mind. He gave me what I wanted,
and now it's my turn to compromise.

I drop my head
between my arms watching the water droplets make patterns on the
floor as he bucks into me, the sound of moaning and water spattering
and heavy breathing filling the bathroom. The friction builds between
my legs. Every once in a while, I can feel his balls slapping up
against my pussy, adding a taste of extra stimulation.

I want to press back
against him, to show him that I'm enjoying myself, but I'm too scared
of losing my balance again. I don't think he'd let me fall though. He
has a tight grip on me, and he's using it for leverage, driving into
me again and again.

Lucian arches his
body so that he's deep within me and rotates his hips. It feels like
he's occupying every inch of me, and my core is throbbing on
overdrive.


Oh
God, Lucian.” I pant, my nails clawing at the wall though the
effort is futile. There's no place for them to land and grip. I wish
I was digging them into his flesh, giving him a small bite of pain to
go along with his pleasure. He seems to like that.


You
belong to me, Amy,” he tells me matter-of-factually. “Your
body is mine. Your pussy is mine.” He bucks his hips when he's
deep within me, causing me to whimper as he fills me a bit too much.

My heart is
yours
, I think, though I dare not say it.


Lucian,
I'm going to...” I squeeze my eyes closed, feeling a swelling
sensation at my core. The pleasure of his fucking combined with the
heat of the water running between my legs is driving me crazy.


Good.”
His grip tightens on me, and he continues the deep assault, holding
me desperately and grinding up into me to the point that my eyes
water from the mixture of pleasure and pain. “I want you to
feel every bit of me, Amy. I want you to know that all of this is
mine. No one else can have you.”


I
do feel it,” I groan. He's so arrogant about his big dick, but
it's kind of sexy.


I'm
going to come inside of you now. I'm going to fill you up
completely.”


Please,
Lucian.” I can barely breathe, I'm so full of his cock. The
thought of him coming inside of me only heightens my pleasure.

The second he starts
thrusting long and hard again, I'm lost. All of the pressure that was
between my legs releases, tumbling into a fit of contractions as I
come all over his cock. My voice leaves my throat in labored whimpers
while he pistons in and out of me with such speed that my orgasm is
prolonged.

I mumble something
inaudible, begging for... I'm not sure what. My body, my emotions, my
cunt...everything is on overdrive—everything feels so intense.

And then he stills
against me, his dick swelling and twitching. The tiniest moan leaves
my lips when I feel his massive cock spurting into me. He pulls me
back against him, connecting us as tightly as he can. Warmth floods
me, fills me, drips out of me.


You're
fucking amazing, Amy. Your body is fucking amazing.” Lucian
bucks into me a final time before letting me go.

I take a few short
steps toward the wall, resting against it. I finally feel exhausted,
like he fucked out the overwhelming amount of energy I've somehow
managed to hold onto despite everything we've done. It's gone now.
I'm satisfied. All I want to do is crawl into bed and go to sleep.


Come
here.” Lucian pulls me away from the wall. I slip again though
when I do fall, it's right into his arms.


You
don't have to be so rough,” I grumble.

He kisses my lips,
silencing any other complaints that might have come out of my mouth,
not that I have any. I press my palms against his chest, feeling his
rapid heartbeat. It makes me smile, perhaps because I know that I got
him all worked up. Not that I have much to brag about. I can feel my
pulse through my pussy, a byproduct of his incredible sexual prowess.


Are
you satiated?” I ask.


For
now.” He tilts his head to the side, looking adorable. How I
can think of him as adorable after what he just did, I don't know.
But I do. Lucian definitely has his cute moments, though they're few
and far between.


You're
so bad.” I lower my gaze.


You
like it that I'm bad,” he whispers into my ear.

I like that he takes
what he wants from me. I don't like that he's a bad boy. And I still
very much believe that he is.


Let's
get you cleaned up. I don't know about you, but I'm getting pruney.”
Lucian grabs a wash cloth and squirts some of his expensive,
masculine-smelling body wash onto it before he begins washing between
my legs. I blush but allow it. There's something incredibly sweet
about him wanting to bathe me, and I don't want to ruin the moment by
protesting.

When we're both
sufficiently clean, Lucian steps out of the shower first and wraps a
towel around his waist. Then he holds a towel open for me. I giggle
as he rubs my body down, drying me.


I'm
ticklish,” I warn, but that doesn't deter him. He knew that
anyway from when we were at Fleshfest together. “Lucian
Reddick, if you don't behave, I'm going to.” I pull away from
him when I realize that he's purposely trying to tickle me.


You're
going to what?” He arches an eyebrow, perhaps thinking that
there's not much I can do since he's blocking the door.


I'm
going to.” I take my towel off and start winding it up, not
caring for once that I'm naked and imperfect.


Give
me a show,” he teases.


No.”
I snap the towel at him, landing a cracking blow to his right thigh.
He yelps, his body instantly curling up to place his hand where I
struck him.


I'm
so sorry.” My heart drops to the pit of my stomach from his
pained cry.


Jesus,
Amy.” He takes a step away from me. “That hurt.”


I
didn't think I'd get you that hard.” I draw my hands up to my
mouth, absolutely horrified by my own careless actions.

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