It’s surreal how everything happened fast. So fast Sia lost control and here Lucas lies half-naked as she is on the bed of the Monson group hotel room.
She’s trying to catch her breath but Lucas already climbed on top of her, her thick thighs enveloped him.
Lucas buried his lips in her neck and sucked on it. Moving to her lips, he nipped on it so hard, it hurts.
“Lucas…” She tried to stop him. She’s still battling in her mind what to do with him. A part of her wants forgiveness and another part is still hitting her for allowing a man who hurt her to have his way back into her life.
Despite the conflicting opinions, Lucas’s kiss wet her pussy, arousing her desire for him. She welcomed his dominant kisses on her lips, the meshing of their tongues liquid heightened her senses.
Her breath is thick, heavy even and her chest heaves rhythmically with every breath she sucks and releases.
Lucas slide his hand between them and located her pulsating clit. Sia arched her back when the pad of his thumb met the tip of her clit.
She’s feeling slightly sore but the arousal overpowers the soreness deep inside her. Lucas’s thumb circled her clit, coaxing her, and more thick liquid leaked from Sia’s entrance.
He found her mouth, her lips are already swollen but Lucas clasped it with his, consuming every particle with his mouth. He’s devouring her like a hungry bear.
“I. Still. Love. You. Sia.” He croaked, the need roving through him muffled his voice.
His finger slipped into her slick, hot entrance, making Sia bunch up her hips.
“Oh!” She cried as Lucas finger-fucked her.
“Can you hear me out, Sia? I want you back. I love you.” He muttered, taking her nipples into his mouth.
Sia was well aware of his gimmicks. She feels he wants to feed her with his lies now her senses are scattered by the pleasurable feel of his touch.
The urge to have him inside her subsided the need to stand up, dress up and leave him.
“Stop. Don’t want to hear it, Lucas.” She mouthed. Lucas halted and peered into her eyes.
They trade glances and all Sia can see are his hurtful words from years ago. How Danika’s hands draped around his waist that day. The baby she lost. Their baby.
A lot happened. A lot she can’t just forget lying in the same bed with him, enjoying his sweet touches, his cock, and his lips. It can’t expunge the betrayal she felt nor the pains that became her mantra.
“Please…”
“Just fuck me and…and let me go.” She whispered, tears slipping from her eyes. What’s happening to her? She’s not supposed to feel additional pains saying this to him.
To the lover that hurt her but she feels pains. It’s wrenching her heart, confiscating her breath.
“No Sia. I’m not fucking you, baby you know it. I want to make this moment last. To make love to you.” He said. When he tried to claim her lips, Sia moved away and his lips landed on her cheeks.
He tasted her tears, her pain, her misery. Lucas slipped out his tongue and licked her tears. Deep in that tears is a mixture of everything she felt and he’s tasting it.
“If you can’t fuck me. Then…please leave me. No one makes love to me except my late husband.” Her words sent arrows to Lucas’s heart.
With her constantly telling him her escapades with her late husband ignites a flame of jealousy inside him.
“Sia please don’t go there. Don’t mention him. Not now…please.”
“Then you fuck me and let me leave.” She commanded but beneath that inflection are tendrils of pains that sit at each fissure of her heart.
She shouldn’t be doing this. She shouldn’t. it hurts her to see the pains reflecting in Lucas’s eyes as well.
Shaking his head, Lucas bear her down, gripping his cock he prowled into her, making her arch her back. Supporting himself with one elbow, he drove in and out of her while kissing her, his free hand rested on her chin.
The movement was slow, so slow Sia wrapped her thick thighs around his back. Feeling every slam of his cock in her walls.
Despite her warming, Lucas keeps making love to her, breaking her walls the more.
Though he didn’t spill any word, he said millions of words through every thrust, every suckle, and every kisses. He wants her back.
Sia knows. She can feel his intentions. She can feel his moves. It’s not a meaningless fuck. He’s still making love to her.
“Stop! Stop!” She said breathlessly, scooting up. Lucas paused, his cock still stuck in her wall.
Sia wordlessly extricated herself from him. If she should stay more she might spill the words she’ll
regret later.
Flicking the tears off her face, she propelled herself to her feet. Her dress flows down her ankle.
“I’ve haven’t cum. You haven’t cum. Sia, what’s wrong?” He said, broken at her attempt to leave now he’s claiming every part of her body.
“I’m done. Thanks for the first round. Someone else will finish it off.” She said, injecting her tone with sarcasm.
Lucas felt a sting in his heart as she said this. Who else will finish it for her? He pondered.
Quickly, Sia dressed up and exited the room, leaving Lucas confused and broken.
He banged his fist on the bed, rage building inside him.
“Fuck! Fuck!” He exclaimed, his eyes slammed shut.
Sia stomped to the elevator, heading to the ballroom. However, immediately after the elevator was about to take off the door flung open again. Only for Sia’s eyes to collide with Danika’s fiery eyes and flaring nose.
Glaring at Sia with so much hatred. She balled her fists, ready to punch Sia’s nose but she tried to rein on the anger.
She shifted her gaze toward the door and snapped. “Sluts are always sluts. Nothing would ever change. But one day, they get what they deserve.”
Her comment didn’t make any sense to Sia. Therefore, she paid no heed to it. Her phone buzzed in her clutch bag and on getting ahold of it, she glimpsed at the screen where Estrella’s name flashed incessantly.
Sia knows her friend will be searching the whole ballroom for her, hence she tapped on the receiver and informed Estrella she’ll be there in a few minutes.
“Where on earth have you been?” Estrella yelled as she pranced toward Sia’s table. She sat down quickly beside her.
“Sorry, girl. I had to attend to something pressing. How’s the party going? Are you guys about to leave?” Sia asked, darting her eyes around the ballroom.
Most of the guests already left and the only few remaining are Estrella’s and Ethan’s immediate family. Estrella heaved a long sigh and held Sia’s hand, right when she was about to let the words flow from her lips her eyes spotted the hickey on Sia’s neck.
“Sia. You got a hickey?” She blurted. At that moment, Estrella took cognizance of Sia’s swollen lips and fast-heaving chest. She breathes like someone that ran a four-hundred-meter race.
“No…uh…yeah…you know what never mind.” She turned into a blushing and stuttering mess.
How can she tell Estrella she got laid by the man she denied having feelings for? And this time around they slept together without any protection.
Sia can’t bring herself to say this.
Someone cackled behind them and they turned around and spotted Danika speaking with Lucas. When Sia’s eyes collided, Danika quickly draped her arms around Lucas’s waist, flattening his body against hers.
Sia felt a sharp twist of jealousy but all the breath in her system escaped when Danika crushed her lips on Lucas’s, swirling her tongue on the seam of his lips and entangling it with his. The kiss was far from a chaste kiss people share in public.
It’s kind of an ‘I- owe- you- kiss’. A very possessive kiss. Sia doesn’t know why she’s doing it or rather expressing her possessiveness over Lucas. All she could think is that Danika is kissing the lips that pleasured her minutes ago. Touching the biceps that skimmed her skin and hugging the chest that lay atop her while he stroke her deeply.
Sia’s heart constricted as the surge of jealousy overtook her. She cut her eyes back to Estrella who took notice of what was going on.
Sia’s jealous and Danika is proving a point.
In between, who does Lucas stand with?
Sia wasn’t aware of what happened after but Lucas scolded Danika that such things shouldn’t be done in public places like this. Besides, it’s not their day.
“I’m just happy you’re doing great. Your wounds have almost healed, Lucas.” Danika responded.
“Thanks. I need to attend to some other things.” He told her just to escape her scorching presence.
Danika quickly let him go as she aims to head somewhere and vent. She can’t imagine what she just experienced.
He smells like her.
His lips are swollen.
Her musky scent lingered on his lips.
‘How could he?’ She mumbled inwardly and balled her fist, her knuckles turned pale white.