Aria
I giggle, but my expression sobers. I’ve been stalling for over an hour now. I need to tell him about Ethan.
“What else do you wanna say?” he groans, running a hand down his face. “I know I was a fucking jerk, I take responsibility, now can we just-” His eyes lock onto mine, full of frustration and desperation. “-just fuck already? My cock is killing me.”
I glance down. Yep. He’s hard. Really hard.
I snort. “Lucas, you’re fucking crazy. We’re in the middle of a serious conversation. Concentrate.”
“I can’t concentrate when my cock is screaming for action.”
I shake my head but climb onto his lap anyway, letting only the tip of his cock brush against my pussy. I suck in a breath, trying not to moan. Slowly, I roll my hips, teasing the hell out of him.
His hands clamp down on my waist, his head falling back. “Fuck.”
“So… let’s begin,” I whisper, still grinding on him.
“I’m all ears,” he husks, voice rough, breath heavy.
“So,” I say, keeping my movements slow and deliberate, “I was at home earlier today, about to grab something, when the doorbell rang. I thought it was you, so I ran to open the door. Guess who I saw?”
His grip on my waist tightens. “Fuck… who?” His voice is slurred, his restraint hanging by a goddamn thread.
I bite my lip, enjoying his frustration. But I need to focus, too. “It was Ethan.”
That gets his attention. His eyes snap open, his grip loosens, and in a second, he’s sitting upright, staring me down. “What?”
I nod. “He came to apologize.”
“Apologize?” His nostrils flare. “The nerve of that bastard. How the fuck did he even know where to find you?”
I sigh, stopping my movements now. “I don’t know. He said he did some digging.” I tell him everything, watching as his expression darkens with every word.
When I finish, he’s fuming so hard. “I swear, if he ever shows his face to you again, I’ll fucking kill him.”
“I hope so too,” I mumble, resting my hands on his chest. I hated seeing Ethan today, but I guess he needed to make peace with himself. Hours ago, I wanted him dead. Now? I just want him to find peace and stay the fuck away from me.
Lucas exhales sharply. “You handled it perfectly. I’m proud of you.”
I smile. “I did… but I was a wreck, and your fucking petty ass was nowhere to be seen.”
His lips quirk up. “I’m so sorry, baby. Allow me to make it up to you.”
“How?” I cross my arms, pretending to be unimpressed.
His smirk turns devilish. “Let me fuck you so good.”
I roll my eyes. “No thanks. I want something better… romantic.”
“But this is romantic,” he argues, grabbing my tits and massaging them gently.
My body reacts instantly, heat pooling between my legs, but I keep a straight face. “You’re so obsessed with fucking, Lucas.”
“And so are you,” he fires back.
“I am not.”
He snorts, dropping his hands. “Yes, you are. Last week, you were begging me to fuck you in the plane restroom.”
I huff. “Even if…”
“See?” He smirks. “You just proved my point.”
I glare at him, then smirk. “Fine. Let’s strike a deal.”
His eyes narrow. “What kind of deal?”
“No fucking. At all. Until one of us breaks and begs for it.”
His lips part, then he lets out a full-bodied laugh. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”
I grin. “Oh? You scared you’ll lose?”
His smirk fades a little, and his jaw ticks. “I just don’t see the point.”
“You can’t do it,” I taunt. “One week, Lucas. Let’s see you last one week without it.”
He crosses his arms, eyeing me. “And if I do?”
“Then I’ll do whatever you want.”
His eyes darken instantly. “Whatever I want?”
I nod. “Yep. One wish.”
His smirk returns, full of mischief. “Hmmm… fine. I’m in.”
I hold out my hand, and he shakes it, gripping just a little too hard.
“Deal,” I say, grinning.
His eyes flick to my lips, then lower to my tits, then my thighs.
Oh, this is gonna be fun.