I shrugged. “There’s more in the nightstand. I guess I probably won’t need more than one since I ended up with you.”
Lucian pushed my hands away from his dick and rolled on a condom over what had to be a Guinness World Record penis. “You’d be a lot more attractive if you’d shut up.”
“Your dick doesn’t seem to mind my mouth,” I pointed out. I was going for sheer bravado at this point. Because it had suddenly occurred to me I could be on the receiving end of a serious vaginal injury from an appendage of that girth.
Would people take one look at my gait tomorrow and know that Lucian had fucked the ability to walk out of me? Would my one-night stand destroy my ability to stand?
Lucian took the long, thick shaft in one hand and guided the tip to my slick entrance. My knees shifted higher of their own accord, making the corner of his mouth curl in amusement. “Someone’s eager.”
“Are you gonna loom over me all night or do something interesting?” I demanded.
In response, he dragged the crown of his shaft through my slick folds, pausing to nudge my already swollen clit. The promise of it had my core contracting. I tried to bow off the bed but his hand on my chest held me in place. Again and again, he moved over my sex, spearing himself between my spread legs until my thighs trembled and he’d spread my wetness everywhere.
Jesus, I was going to have to call housekeeping for a fresh set of sheets when this was over since he’d turned my own body into one gigantic wet spot.
Neither of us could deny the attraction now. And I was one thousand percent sure he was going to make me come. I’d just have to pretend I wasn’t.
Lucian paused midthrust, and my ab muscles went into spasm.
There was nothing holding him back from jamming that gigantic penis inside me. I let my knees fall open and reveled at the feel of him against my flesh. An insistent, throbbing pressure built inside me.
If either one of us moved a millimeter, he’d officially be inside me. And damn it, I wanted it. I wanted him.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
I opened my eyes and tried to keep my expression neutral. “Why?”
“Because I want to see your eyes when I take you.”
Gulp.
“Then hurry the hell up, because I’m about to fall asleep from boredom here.”
I felt his muscles coil under my palms, against my torso and thighs. He entered me with one vicious thrust.
Time stopped.
Oxygen ceased to exist.
Everything I knew to be true flew from my head to make room for one crystal clear realization: Lucian Rollins was inside me.
“Breathe, Sloane.” The command sounded pained.
I sucked in a wheezy breath.
“Christ. Baby, I need you to relax.” Lucian’s forehead met mine. “You don’t have all of it yet.”
I didn’t have all of it yet? I was already stretched to max capacity. I was one tiny wiggle away from orgasming all over however many inches he’d managed to cram inside me.
“Again, Pix. Breathe for me,” he ordered.
I managed a deeper breath this time and felt my muscles give ever so slightly.
“That’s my girl.” His voice was a rough caress. “Again.”
This time, the oxygen came easier. I forced myself to relax, muscle by muscle, until I was no longer clinging to the man like a horny barnacle.
“Okay, I think I—”
Lucian fucked the thought right out of my head. I had him all. Every throbbing inch of him had invaded. I was pinned to the bed on the verge of supreme sexual satisfaction, and there was no going back.
I screamed something unintelligible.
“Fuck,” he rasped.
Oh no. It was happening. I felt it building in my body. Two thrusts and Lucian Rollins was about to make me come. The early tremors began. I could feel those delicate little muscles fluttering over his hard flesh.
I had to hide it. Had to pretend it wasn’t happening.
A rumble let loose in Lucian’s chest. He was scowling at me, into me like he was pissed off that it felt so good. I wasn’t happy about it either. And then he moved and I forgot what I was thinking because I was falling apart.
The orgasm detonated inside me, ripping through my body and annihilating everything that had ever existed before Lucian’s cock entered me. I rippled, convulsed, writhed around him, clinging to him with nails and teeth as colors burst behind my eyelids like an erotic fireworks display.
Every inch of me from my glittery toenails to the roots of my hair participated in the ecstasy.
This wasn’t the best orgasm of my life. Because this wasn’t an orgasm. This was a life-altering religious experience. It rolled on and on, wave after wave of pleasure.
I was trembling from the aftershocks, each one more satisfying than any orgasm I’d ever had in my entire sexual career.
“You just came on my cock.”
I pried one eye open to peer into his unfairly handsome face. He looked smug, as to be expected. But there was something else there. Wonder? Awe? Possession?
“I did not. You’re mistaken,” I panted. My throat hurt, which I found odd. Was I coming down with something? Had Lucian’s giant penis thrust so far into my body that I got a sore throat?
“You just screamed ‘Lucian, I’m coming’ loud enough that I’m probably going to have to call down to security to assure them everything is fine.”
That explained the sore throat.
“Well, that was fun and all. I think I’ll go back down to the bar and—”
Lucian showed me exactly what he thought of that empty threat by sealing his mouth over mine and driving into the very depths of me.
His long, hard body pressed mine deeper into the mattress as he thrust with expert precision. Even now, he was so controlled, and I felt like I was spinning off into space.
I dug my nails into his shoulders. “Stop treating me like I’m going to break.”
He stilled, another annoying display of willpower.
“Believe it or not, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Unless you hit me in the eye with that nightstick between your legs, you’re not going to hurt me. You’ve got this one night to fuck me any way you want me. Don’t waste it being some gentle giant.”
“Sloane.”
He packed quite the ominous warning into my name. But there was a spark, a question in those liquid silver eyes.
“Lucian.” I gripped his face in my hands and dug my heels into his firm butt cheeks. “I want you to take me hard.” It was what I needed. What he needed. If we were really going to get this out of our systems, we had to do it the right way.
I felt the involuntary twitch of his cock inside me. He wanted it too.
“I’ll tell you if it’s too much,” I added.
“Promise?” The question was a gravelly rasp.
“I promise. Now fuck me like you mean it.”
The man delivered.
He rose up on his knees, gripped my ass with his palms, and unleashed the beast within.
My body accepted his brutally beautiful thrusts with something that felt like joy, which made absolutely no sense. There was something in his eyes that didn’t match the grim set of his jaw. Something softer, brighter.
I ignored it and shifted my legs restlessly as a warmth started to build in my core.
Reading my mind, Lucian hooked my ankles over his shoulders and bent me in half.
I was pinned. Conquered. Completely at his mercy. And I loved it.
Sweat slicked our skin as our eyes met and locked as his body pumped into mine.
The tendons in his neck stood out fiercely, and his biceps bulged as he relentlessly drove me toward heaven. Or maybe it was hell. It didn’t matter.
I was quivering from the inside out.
“Lucian!” It was a low, keening wail.
His erection seemed to swell even bigger, and he gritted his teeth. “Damn you, Pixie,” he snarled. He brought one hand to my jaw, holding my head still. Those beautiful storm cloud eyes went glassy as I clamped down around him.
“Please,” I whispered. I didn’t know what I was asking for, what I wanted from him. But Lucian understood. He gave one final vicious upthrust, and his body went rigid.