Page 44 of Frenched (Frenched 1)
“That’s OK! In fact, it’s fucking awesome!” Overwhelmed with joy, I rushed at him, took his chin in my hands and kissed him hard on the mouth.
He laughed. “Does rain turn you on or something?”
“No. Well, it does now, but it never did before. See, I’ve always had this fantasy about kissing in the rain, but I’m always so well-prepared, I’ve actually never been caught in the rain on a date without an umbrella.” I jumped up and down, my wet hair flapping in my face. “The fact that I left the hotel without one today means that I was so distracted by other things—good things—that I didn’t even think to plan ahead for shitty weather! I don’t even think I checked it today!”
I’m not sure Lucas appreciated the monumental nature of the statement, but he grinned and pulled me close, kissing me as if he’d never get enough, as if nothing else in the world mattered. Not the people giving us strange looks as they rushed for cover. Not the rain soaking our hair and clothing and streaming down our faces. Not the fact that we’d only met two days before and had less than a day left together.
Or maybe it was as if only the last reason mattered.
He kissed me as we waited for the Metro, his arms wrapped around me from behind, his lips soft on my neck. He kissed me on the train, where it was so crowded we had to stand, our damp bodies pressed together at the front of the car, our mouths so close we couldn’t resist bringing them lightly together. He kissed me hard in the stairwell of his building, grabbing me as I tried to race up the steps and pinning me to the wall between the second and third stories, my hair dripping on his arms.
“You’re all wet. I like you that way,” he said, his mouth searing a path down my throat.
We were both panting, hands groping, our sodden clothing too heavy on our bodies. “I’m wet everywhere,” I whispered.
With a groan he tore his mouth from me and pulled me up the final flight of stairs so fast my feet barely found purchase on the cement. The ten seconds it took him to unlock and throw open his apartment door felt like an eternity, and the moment we were inside, I dropped my bag, he slammed the door, and we went at each other like feral wolves.
Tongues and teeth gnashing, we tore off every shred of each other’s clothing, a cyclone of four hands, frantic breaths, and hammering hearts that mocked the storm raging outside. Rain pounded against the windowpanes as Lucas shoved me back against the door. Dropping to his knees, he forced my heels apart and plunged his tongue between my legs, hooking his arms under my thighs. Gasping, I put my hands in his hair as he tongued me relentlessly, swirling hard circles over my clit before closing his mouth over it, sucking greedily. Then he brought one hand to my belly, flattening his palm over my abdomen and rubbing me with his thumb while his tongue drove inside me again and again.
Oh God oh God oh God, it’s happening too fast. I moaned and cursed and clenched my fists in his wet hair, feeling the vortex build low in my stomach and my legs weaken. “Fuck, Lucas, I can’t stand, I can’t stand.”
His mouth traveled up my body, warm and wet on my stomach, my ribs, my chest. He took one nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, while filling his hand with the other breast. I writhed against the door, flattening my palms back against it as I arched into him. It was too much and not enough. My body yearned for everything he could give me with an urgency I’d never felt before. I felt almost violent in my need to
have him.
I reached low between us, taking his solid cock in my grasp, sheathing it with both hands. He gasped, growing harder and thicker and driving me mad with the need to feel my lips on him, to lick him up and down, to taste him. By no means was I an experienced giver of fellatio, but I’d done enough research in the attempt to liven things up with Tucker that I had a few ideas.
Yes, this means I googled blow job advice from guys.
Several times.
I was totally prepared to test out the top tips, but what really knocked me out was how fucking ecstatic I was about it. Before, I’d kind of approached it like an actual project, but I was jumping out of my skin to go down on Lucas.
Falling to my knees at his feet, I pressed my lips to his upper thigh, and dragged my tongue across his lower abs, keeping his erection firmly in my grip.
Then I looked up at him, with the head of his cock poised just before my open lips.
His mouth was open, his eyes on fire.
Without looking away, I touched my bottom lip to the velvety tip and shook my head slightly from side to side.
“Christ, Mia.” His chest rose and fell with labored breaths.
I took him in between my lips, one hard inch at a time, and he tipped forward, hands bracing against the door. Thunder growled in the distance, blending with Lucas’s low groan of pleasure as I slid him in deeper, stopping only when he hit the back of my throat. Moaning softly, I kept him there and gave him several slow, tight pulls with one hand.
“Oh my God. Fuck yes.” Lucas inhaled and exhaled loudly as I eased my lips up and down his cock and then circled my tongue around the underside of the tip. “Fuck yes, you’re unbelievable.”
I looked up before taking him all the way in again, jerking him into my mouth a little quicker, and my heart pounded at the way he couldn’t take his eyes off me, the way he breathed so heavy, the way he spoke.
“God, Mia, you’re so fucking beautiful. I love watching you.”
It was even hotter than I’d imagined, pleasing him this way. And I loved it as much as he did—my skin burned and heat pulsed through my body. I couldn’t remember ever feeling so unabashed, so free to do anything I wanted, so confident that what I was doing felt good. I reached between his legs, teasing and playing and touching him everywhere, watching and listening to see what he liked best.
It was hard to tell.
Everything I did, every inch of his body I explored, made him tremble and curse and moan. “You fucking gorgeous woman, I can’t believe the things you do to me. You make me crazy.”
I raked my nails down one of his thighs, then slid my palm around to grab his ass. He began to thrust into my mouth, never taking his eyes off the sight of his cock plunging between my lips and exhaling quickly with each drive of his hips. I was so turned on, I reached down to touch myself without event thinking about it—something I never would have done before.
