Lucas leaned back, his muscular frame relaxed against the couch as he considered his first move. His eyes never left Emily’s face, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.
“Alright, let’s start easy,” he drawled. “Never have I ever… skinny dipped.”
Emily rolled her eyes and took a swig of her drink. “Amateur hour, old man,” she teased, licking a stray drop from her lips.
Lucas’ gaze followed the movement, his eyes darkening. “Your turn, firecracker.”
She grinned wickedly. “Never have I ever… had sex in a public place.”
To her surprise, Lucas lifted his glass and drank. Emily’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh? Do tell.”
He chuckled, the sound sending a thrill through her. “Let’s just say military life can get… creative.”
Emily’s mind raced with possibilities. This game was already more revealing than she’d anticipated.
Lucas leaned forward, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Never have I ever… been handcuffed to a bed.”
Emily hesitated, then slowly raised her glass to her lips. Lucas’ eyes widened, a mix of surprise and desire flashing across his face.
“Looks like you’ve got some stories of your own, baby girl,” he murmured.
Emily’s heart raced. The tension between them was electric, charged with unspoken possibilities. She wondered just how far this game would go and how much they’d both reveal before the night was through.
Emily cleared her throat, her cheeks flushed from more than just the alcohol. “My turn,” she said, her voice husky. “Never have I ever… had a threesome.”
Lucas’ eyebrow curved up, but he didn’t drink.
The intensity in his eyes made Emily’s breath catch. She licked her suddenly dry lips, hyper-aware of every inch between them on the couch.
“Your go,” she managed, her voice barely above a whisper.
Lucas’ fingers traced the rim of his glass, his eyes never leaving hers. “Never have I ever… fallen for someone I shouldn’t.”
The air seemed to thicken around them. Emily’s heart pounded as she slowly raised her glass, taking a long sip. Lucas followed suit, his gaze burning into her.
“Seems we both have our demons,” Emily murmured, setting her glass down with a shaky hand.
Lucas nodded, his jaw tight. “Makes life interesting, doesn’t it?”
Emily laughed, a brittle sound. “That’s one way to put it.”
Emily leaned back, her mind racing. The game was revealing more than she’d bargained for, and she wasn’t sure if she was ready to face it all. But there was something intoxicating about the honesty, about peeling back the layers with Lucas.
Lucas leaned forward, his eyes darkening. “Never have I ever,” he said, his voice low and rough, “wanted anyone as much as I want you right now.”
Emily’s breath caught in her throat. Before she could react, Lucas reached out, his strong hands gripping her waist. In one fluid motion, he tugged her onto his lap.
“Lucas,” she gasped, but her protest was cut short as his mouth crashed against hers.
The kiss was hungry, desperate. Emily’s hands flew to his shoulders, gripping the fabric of his shirt as she melted into him. His tongue swept into her mouth, tasting of wine and desire.
“Fuck,” Lucas growled against her lips. “You drive me crazy, Emily.”
Emily moaned softly, her fingers tangling in Lucas’ hair as she pressed closer. The heat between them was electric, intoxicating. She rolled her hips, grinding against him, and felt his sharp intake of breath.
Suddenly, something cool and wet seemed to run down her leg. Emily broke the kiss with a gasp, looking down in confusion.
“Shit!” she swore, her eyes widening as she took in the scene. The forgotten wine glass had toppled over, its contents spreading across her light blue sofa in an ever-growing crimson stain.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Emily muttered, scrambling off Lucas’ lap. Her mind raced, torn between the lingering desire and the panic of ruining her favorite piece of furniture.
Lucas sat up, his brow furrowed. “What’s wrong?”
Emily gestured at the spill. “Wine… It’s everywhere. God, this sofa cost me a fortune.”
She ran to the kitchen, grabbing a handful of paper towels.
Lucas appeared beside her, concern etched on his face. “Here, let me help,” he offered, reaching for the paper towels.
Emily sighed, shaking her head. “No use. It’s already soaked in. I’ll have to get it professionally cleaned.” She tossed the useless paper towels aside, frustration evident in her movements.
For a moment, she stood there, staring at the ruined sofa. Then, a mischievous glint sparked in her eyes. Emily turned to Lucas, a slow smile spreading across her face.
“You know what? Fuck it,” she declared, her voice husky with renewed desire.
Without warning, she pushed Lucas back onto the sofa, right next to the wine stain. He landed with a soft “oof,” surprise and arousal mingling in his piercing blue eyes.
Emily straddled his hips in one fluid motion, her hands coming to rest on his broad shoulders. “There’s nothing I can do about it now anyway,” she murmured, leaning in close.
Emily crashed her lips against Lucas’, her tongue demanding entry. He responded eagerly, his hands gripping her hips and pulling her flush against him. The heat between them rekindled instantly, their bodies moving in perfect synchronicity.
Lucas deepened the kiss, eliciting a deep moan from Emily. His fingers dug into her flesh, guiding her movements as she ground against his hardening cock. The friction sent sparks of pleasure coursing through her body.
“God, you feel amazing,” Lucas growled against her mouth.
Emily broke away, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along his stubbled jaw. Her breath came in short pants as she made her way to his ear.
“Bedroom,” she whispered, her voice dripping with need. “Now.”
Lucas’ eyes darkened with lust. “You sure? What about the sofa?”
Emily laughed, a husky sound that sent shivers down his spine. “Fuck the sofa. I want you to fuck me.”
Without warning, Lucas stood, lifting Emily with him. She wrapped her legs around his waist instinctively, giggling at the sudden movement.
Lucas carried Emily to the bedroom, his strong arms supporting her effortlessly. With a playful growl, he tossed her onto the bed. Emily squealed as she bounced on the mattress, her hair fanning out around her.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Lucas breathed, his eyes roaming over her body hungrily.
Emily smirked, running her hands slowly down her curves. “Like what you see?” she teased, her fingers tracing patterns on her inner thighs.
Lucas groaned, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers. “You have no idea,” he replied, his voice rough with desire. He pushed the fabric down, letting his erection spring free.