For the Night: Complete Box Set (69 page)

‘Hmmm, a hot bath does sound good,’ I moaned as I
tightened my grip around his neck. I just loved the way my body reacted to his
pressed against mine, even with all these layers of clothing between us.

‘Who said anything about water in the tub, I was
planning on warming you up with my cock, angel.’

‘And they said romance was dead,’ I laughed, as I
clasped his cold face and kissed him tenderly. ‘I can’t believe I’m here, with
you. I’m so lucky. I love you, Lucas Steel, so much.’

‘Fuck,’ he groaned, closing his eyes as his face
screwed up in a pleasurable grimace. ‘You know what saying that does to me.’

‘The same as it does when you say it back to me,’
I murmured against his lips, and lost myself in his perfect heady kisses again.

I nearly cried as the show finished, from sheer
excitement and devastation that it was over, I stood up clapping wildly. Lucas
laughed as he joined me. I could hardly believe I was in the Moulin Rouge.
The
freakin’ Moulin Rouge
. He’d got us VIP tickets, with a gourmet meal and
Champagne and seats in the private box. I’d cooed over the girls dresses, while
his eyes had taken on a darker consistency, as he’d watched them strutting
their stuff half naked on stage. I wondered if it was normal that I wasn’t
really jealous of those pretty girls capturing his attention? He demonstrated
how he felt for me in so many ways, that I trusted him implicitly. I had a
feeling while he was watching them, it was me he was imagining, as every time I
did a love scene with Daron, or had to pretend to gaze at him with love in my eyes,
it was always Lucas I imagined. I finished clapping, spun around and wrapped my
arms around his neck as I plastered his face with kisses.

‘I loved that, it was just amazing. I’ve had the
best night.’

‘I’m glad you enjoyed it, I know the film is one
of your favourites. The night isn’t over yet though.’

‘Seriously?’ I looked up at him, sexily dressed in
a three piece black suit, with a red tie picked out to match my red, daringly
cut, designer evening gown, the colour of which I’d chosen especially for Valentine’s
day.

‘I’ve got myself all worked up looking at those
girls in sexy lingerie, imagining it was you putting on a show for me, I
thought we could go and see something a little more risqué.’ His voice had done
that sexy as hell thing it did when he was turned on, dropping a few octaves to
add more husk and gravel to his tone. Like I needed any additional stimulators,
Lucas was breath-taking as it was. Dressed up like that, his voice caressing
me, all while he eye fucked me, was just too much.

‘Like what?’ I whispered breathlessly, my lips
millimetres from his, the heat of his breath caressing them, as his long
fingers ran up and down my bare back, my skin coming alive wherever he trailed.

‘There’s a well-known club not far from here, we
can have a few drinks and see what you think.’

‘I’m thinking I’d like to get back to the hotel
and have you inside me.’ I looked up at him through my lashes, as I bit my
lower lip seductively. His grip on me tightened as he moved his mouth a
fraction closer to mine. I only had to purse my lips and we’d be kissing again,
and I loved kissing him.

‘Don’t worry, angel. I’ll be inside you more than
once tonight. I’ll never let you starve, never leave you hungry for my cock.
He’s yours whenever you say the word.’

‘Which word would that be?’ I asked, running my
fingers along the back of his neck, flicking at his short hair, which I knew
got him aroused. ‘That would be a very handy word to know.’

‘Fuck me.’ His breathing was coming faster, his
eyes had taken on a graphite hue and his cock was writhing in his trousers.

‘That’s two words,’ I smiled, though my insides
twisted in a delicious fashion at the thought that I could utter two simple
words and he’d drop everything to look after me. I flicked my eyes left and
right, but we were alone, so I snaked my right hand down, gently squeezing his
erection. He let out a low groan, pushing his pelvis into my grasp.

‘Fuck, Summer.’

‘Isn’t it “Fuck me” when either of us want
servicing?’ I ran my lips along his jawline, kissing and nipping. I didn’t want
to go to the club, I just wanted his hands and lips all over my body, I wanted
us to sweat with exertion, to scrape his taut shoulder muscles with my nails,
to sink my teeth into his neck. I gasped as he suddenly rammed me up against
the wall, pinning both of my hands above my head as he ground his pelvis
against mine.

‘You want it here, now, in public?’ he growled,
his voice thick with longing.

‘I want
you
, here, now, and I’m not sure I
even care if anyone’s watching,’ I whimpered, my pussy slick with desire,
clenching with unbearable need to have him back inside me.

‘O, my wild angel.’ His lips crashed down onto
mine, breaking the unbearable sexual tension as we attacked each other’s mouths
with animalist ferocity. He kept one set of fingers tightly curled around my
wrists, as he quickly dropped one of his hands to ease its way through the slit
in my dress to knead aggressively at my backside. I heard another groan as he
realised I was wearing stockings and suspenders, I knew how much he loved them.
I was vaguely aware of the noise from the ground floor drifting up, patrons
making their way to the exit, but soon forgot about them as his hand moved
around between my legs, caressing the thin material of my luxury thong. ‘God,
you’re so wet for me already, you need me that much?’ his eyes searched mine,
as if he wasn’t sure the words about to leave my lips could be trusted. It
could be easy to say anything when his fingers were stroking my clit, even
through a layer of material.

‘I need you that much, please don’t make me wait,
or beg.’

‘Now?’ his eyebrows raised in surprise, but his
lips turned up at the corners.

‘Yes,’ I whispered, feeling exceedingly wanton.

‘Say it, say the words, angel,’ he ordered, as he
ran his lips up my cheek.

‘Fuck me,’ I breathed in his ear. He released my
hands and stepped back, his eyes blazing, his impressive erection causing
permanent damage to the fabric of his suit trousers as it strained to escape. I
palmed the wall for support, hardly able to believe my bravery as he reached up
and undid his tie, leaving it dangling around his neck, which made me frown,
but I was soon distracted by him undoing his trouser button, then yanking down
his zip and setting himself free.

‘You know we could get caught,’ he warned, as he
ran his hand slowly down his thick shaft. I swallowed hard and nodded. ‘You
want to live dangerously, angel?’

‘You’re worth the risk,’ I nodded, as I slowly
trailed my tongue along my bottom lip and swept the front of my dress to the
side, revealing my stocking clad legs and the apex of my thighs. He was
pressing back against me in an instant, pulling the material of my knickers
aside as he positioned himself and I widened my stance, at danger of passing
out I was breathing so fast.

‘I can smell how wet you are and
fuck
, does
that turn me on even more,’ he growled, as he thrust his hips forwards, while
his tongue forced its way into my mouth at the same time, muffling my scream as
I was penetrated in two places at the same time. His cock remained tightly
embedded in me, my muscles quivering with delight as he stretched them,
desperate for him to move, for his shaft to caress them into a frenzy. I dug my
nails into his backside as I dragged him deeper inside me, panting for air as
he pulled his head back. ‘No screaming, angel, we don’t want to get arrested.’

I gasped as the reason for the loose tie suddenly
became abundantly clear, as he quickly whipped it from around his neck and used
it to form a gag, silencing me before I even had time to protest. His hooded
eyes searched mine, looking for the tiniest spark of fear, but I lifted my
right leg, wrapping it around the back of his thighs to give him a better angle
to thrust himself all the way inside me. I screamed again, and he smirked,
recognising the noise dulled by his silk red tie, right before he grasped my
hands and slammed them back up on the wall above my head. I spread my fingers,
allowing his to weave in between before we tightened around each other’s. O.
My.
God
. This was so hot, someone could look up, or walk into the
private box at any given moment, and I was gagged and impaled on the proverbial
rod of steel. I tipped my head back, resting it on the wall as he started to
move, long, slow, forceful strokes of his cock. In and out, in and out as I
frantically bucked, trying to get him to go faster, all the while breathing
through my nostrils. He was instantly on my neck, kissing, sucking and biting,
the noise of his pants and grunts making my gag seem pointless. I swirled my
hips in a circular motion as he powered into me, picking up speed, I’d learned
that he loved it when I did that and the sensation wasn’t exactly unpleasurable
to me as my clit rubbed against his pubic bone. My fingers clenched his so
tightly I was scared of breaking them.

‘Summer, you have no idea what you do to me, do
you?’ he groaned in my ear, as his forceful thrusts started to lift me up onto
my tiptoes. ‘You blow my mind, angel, as well as my load and when I do, I’m
going to kneel down before you and lick you clean. Something I’ve always wanted
to do.
Yes,
’ he hissed as he felt my muscles ripple around his shaft at
the thought of him doing something so dirty and I felt the ascension to my
first orgasm of the night commence. ‘You want it too, you want to feel me
tasting both of us on my tongue, you want to grip my hair in your fingers, as
you ride my face and I bring you to another explosive orgasm. You want to …
fuck,’ he uttered, as I quaked and whimpered against the silk. ‘I hadn’t
finished talking! Your orgasm control is even more pitiful than mine,’ he
moaned as he bit my ear lobe and stiffened against me. I felt blissful tears
trickling down my cheeks, which he licked away as he pumped his heat into me
again and again. I loved the feeling of him coming inside me without a condom,
though I didn’t like not having a bathroom to clean up in close to hand.

He let go of my hands as my body stopped
trembling, clasping my face instead as he rested his forehead on mine, rubbing
our noses together and let out a number of contented sighs. I closed my eyes
and wrapped my arms around his neck, noticing that the noise levels had
increased, as tables were being cleared and the cleaning crew moved in. I tried
to kiss him, forgetting about the silk in my mouth, instead I felt him laying
gentle kisses all over my face as his thumbs stroked my cheekbones. He suddenly
let go and my eyes shot open as they darted to the thick heavy curtain that led
out to the upper corridor, thinking someone had just walked in on us, instead
Lucas gripped my hips and slowly drew himself back, sliding out of me inch by
glorious inch. I closed my eyes again, hating this moment and shuddered as he
left my body and I felt his come starting to work its way down. I quickly
clenched my muscles and heard a chuckle. When I looked back down he was
kneeling in front of me, carefully holding my dress back, his face level with
my swollen, tender, abused pussy.

‘Clenching will only protect you for so long,
Summer, no matter how tight you are. The law of gravity. Relax, let me look
after you. You smell so damn hot, angel, reeking of sex, of me.’ His grey eyes,
heavy with unsated desire met mine, as he gave me a reassuring nod. I quickly
looked over to the edge of the balcony, making sure no one could see us from
downstairs, or opposite, not that it would have stopped Lucas, he was in one of
his domineering moods. I moaned into my gag as he lifted one of my ankles,
hoisting my leg up over his shoulder as he slowly moved his lips towards my
sodden ones. I shivered as his tongue lightly trailed through me, taking his
first taste of us, groaning as he did. Seconds later the gentleness was gone as
he latched onto me, licking and probing noisily, his hands reaching up the back
of my thighs to rake my backside.

I palmed the wall with one hand, to steady myself
as I wobbled, balanced on the one foot. Before I even knew what I was doing my
other hand had reached, just as he said it would, to grip his hair and pull him
closer. The sensation of his mouth working on my most intimate of areas was
like nothing I’d ever experienced. I still couldn’t get over how amazing oral
sex felt, I closed my eyes as I gave into it, my clit pulsating and throbbing
as he nibbled and sucked. I was back in The Dalton Hotel in London, back
sitting on the edge of the bed that first time his tongue had tasted me,
billions of tiny fireworks exploding in my brain as the pleasure rippled out
from my core. I’d never forgotten how that had felt, never, and I didn’t need
to as he was mine now, just as much as I was his. I’d never grow tired of Lucas
Steel. I began to whimper and whine, as I flexed against him, encouraging him
to be more aggressive, but he was controlling the pace, not me. By slowing
down, he managed to elongate the pleasure as my head thrashed against the wall
behind me, ruining my carefully styled hair. I could feel tendrils sensuously
dropping down the back of my neck as it came loose, but my mind was quickly
dragged back to what was happening between my thighs as I heard a soft whisper.

‘Look at me, angel. Let me see those beautiful
blue eyes as I make you come for me. I said you tasted like strawberries, but I
lied. You taste so much sweeter, I could eat you for hours and hours and never
grow tired,’ he sighed, as he nipped gently. I inhaled sharply through my nose
and looked down at him, his eyes just visible, shining with happiness. That was
all it took to make me come again, spasms racking my body as I gripped his hair
with both hands, my thigh tightening around his neck as he steadied me, his
palms cupping my backside. He gently set my foot down, rose up with a wicked
smile on his face and reached behind to undo his tie and carefully remove it
from my mouth. I gulped in some much needed air, trying to breathe during two
powerful orgasms through your nose was seriously challenging. ‘Ok?’ he winked.