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Chapter 13: Lucas: I could smell her all day

Chapter 13: Lucas: I could smell her all day

I MUST be hallucinating. That’s the only way to explain Iris arching her back and wrestling with her lingerie and bra on my bed—whilst I watch!

In mere seconds she removes the hindering soft fabric, throwing it somewhere on the floor before lying comfortably on my bed. I pause, taking in the Oscar-winning body lying on my white sheets, watering my mouth before I even touch her.

She’s beautiful. Every inch of her.

"Shit, I’m in trouble," I grunt biting my bottom lip as my hands find their way to her legs, "You look so good on my sheets."

Trailing down her legs, my hands find the spot between her thighs they had been itching to touch. It’s a slick waterfall down there, and I can tell she has been waiting for me by the way she immediately squirms.

"Lucas..."

"I know," I reply, circling her swelled clit. It’s pretty, enough to make me want to praise it with my tongue. "’I’ll get you ready for me before I begin," I mumble, getting on my knees and taking her legs with me.

Digging her elbows in my bed, Iris raises her head and looks between her legs. "What do you mean?"

The sincerity in her voice doesn’t escape my notice, and when I duck my head to take one long, slow, and wet lick up her clit, the surprise on her face is enough to tell me she has never been eaten like this before.

I raise my head, a smirk playing on my lips. "This is what I meant, baby."

"Was I supposed to be the one thanking y-"

I don’t let her finish before I’m back between her legs, my tongue tracing up and down, devouring her insides. Iris tips back her head, rolling her eyes from pleasure as her hand finds its way to my head before grabbing a fistful.

Slipping one finger inside her, she rocks herself on my face, seeking more pleasure as the sloppy sounds of my mouth devouring her fill the entire room.

"Lucas," her voice comes out a plea and I pull away.

"Am I hurting you"

"Stop teasing me and put in another finger," she grumbles in agonized speed, tugging my hair.

A small laugh escapes my mouth, "As you wish baby." I slip in a second finger, and a loud glorious moan escapes her mouth.

"How is that?"

"Shut up and continue," she groans and I obey, pumping in and out slowly whilst kissing the inside of her thighs.

Her hands leave my hair and are on the bed the next second, grabbing the sheets and pulling the fuck out of them. I groan on her thigh, the sound of my heartbeat overlapping the small squelches filling the room as I continue pumping in and out. Curling my fingers inside her, I feel her getting tight around my fingers.

"Yes."

"Right there?"

"Do that again, please." The words are barely out of her before I repeat the stance, placing my mouth on her clit and sucking. She twitches, her movements on my mouth quickening with each lick and pump I take. She’s close, I can feel it.

Wrapping my free arm around her thigh, I pull her to me then I press the rest of my palm right below her belly button. She tightens again and arches her back, arms flying to her sides as she grips the bed, grinding her hips on my mouth rampantly.

"I’m about to co—" She doesn’t finish before she comes undone, but I don’t stop. I keep pumping the same spot in a majestic rhythm, her voice filling the room as she sings my name in undeniable pleasure, her breath uneven.

My arms hold her in place as she squirms around my bed haphazardly and fuck—knowing I made her do that is such a flippin’ turn-on.

Soon, though, it all comes to a halt and Iris stills on the bed, her soul slowly returning to her body.

I kiss her thighs again, watching her huff in delight with flushed cheeks and glinting eyes that are looking at mine, mischievous and demanding for more.

I don’t need her to tell me what it is before I crawl toward my bed stand, and open it to take out the condoms Phineas bought me a few days ago after finding out that I kissed Iris.

"You never know when you might need them,’’ he said.

Never in my adult life did I think I’d be silently thanking his sexual intuition whilst hovering over Iris’ naked body with a throbbing hard-on waiting to plunge into her.

"Looks like someone does this a little too often," comes Iris’ judgmental voice taking a peek under me from her tipped head.

"Oh no, Phineas left these a few days ago," I reply returning between her legs. "I promise, I’ve never had sex since college."

"Pfft, why are you so flustered? I was just joking," Iris laughs wrapping her legs around my waist before adding: "Your sex life is none of my business."

My heart throbs for a millisecond, and a prickling sensation I don’t like crawls up my neck when she says that. It’s the truth, and I like nothing but the truth—so why—shit she’s removing my belt.

Iris unwraps her legs around me after pulling my belt off, before placing one foot on my chest and pushing me off the bed lightly till I’m balancing myself on the edge. In the end, I leave the bed and stand whilst she gawks at me.

"It’s my turn to watch you undress," she says a huge grin on her face, placing her head on her palm.

She doesn’t need to tell me twice. I unzip my pants, downing them along with my boxers as my dick comes out free like a freaking jack-in-the-box toy.

"Oh my god, it’s beautiful," Iris shrieks.

Never in my life did I think I’d hear a woman compliment my dick like that, but there she is, naked and wetting her lips as if she’s looking at candy. I involuntarily twitch from the sight before me, a grin matching hers forming on my mouth.

"Say that again and I’ll have you on all fours," I growl stroking myself and wearing the condom as precum drips out.

Her grin grows wider. "Your dick is fucking beautiful, Luke."

Luke? I’m used to Lynn calling me that, but Iris? It’s a whole new drug I’m willing to get high on.

"I’m three seconds away from going into the shower and pleasing myself, Andrews."

Fuck.

Jumping back on the bed and grabbing her thighs, I pull her to me. Iris lets out a seductive giggle which halts the moment she feels my tip on her. I watch as goosebumps crawl on her skin, and the cocky smile she had a while ago disappears.

"Such a pretty pussy," I growl running my cock down her folds.

"Then stop talking and fuck it like it’s pretty."

"Trust me, I will," I coo, plunging myself into her and biting my lip when I feel her tightness around me.

"Shit, you’re so tight."

"No, you’re too big," she whimpers, grinding on me like she had been waiting for this moment all her life.

"You’re taking me so well though," I growl, grabbing her hands and pinning them right up over her head. Then I plunge into her, once, twice, many more times. It doesn’t stop, and the sound of her skin slapping on mine fills the entire room.

"Ahh."

She’s getting tighter around me and it’s getting hard to hold on. I’m close. Very close. Her eyes lock on mine and she pouts. I lean in and kiss her fervently, my body burning from the skin contact we make.

Placing both her hands in one of mine, I use the free one and cup her breast, stroking it lightly for some impact. It does the trick.

"Luke," she moans in my mouth getting fucking tight around me. My eyes roll to my back and my pace increases.

"Are you going to come for me, baby?"

"Luke," she moans again. I can feel her getting close, and so am I. Her movements get sloppy and she wriggles herself out of my hands, grabbing my back and sinking her nails there. I bury my head in her neck, pumping in faster as my end comes near.

Then Iris wriggles in my grasp, arms reaching into my hair and pulling it before she screams my name out with expletives mixed in there. "Lucas, oh my—fuck!"

That’s all I need to hear before I come undone. My balls tighten and I explode inside her, gripping her ass and plunging in deeper than before. One last moan escapes from Iris, then it’s done.

We’re done.

I flip us over and let her rest on my chest, our heavy breaths matching the exercise we just had.

"That was fucking good," Iris mutters in a low breathy voice.

"I know right," I reply my hand resting on her small back. "It’s like I just got deflowered again."

That makes Iris laugh. She hits my chest lightly. "You’re so cringe."

I laugh with her, "You know you like it."

She chuckles. "Surprisingly, I don’t hate it."

★★★★★

Legs intertwined with mine, head resting on my chest, lying naked on top of me with my dick still inside her since last night. If someone told me three weeks ago that we would be like this, I’d have laughed at them so bad my lungs would give out.

Her curly hair brushes my face every time she bobs up and down, making me inhale the faint hint of conditioner in it. It smells like roses, the same scent as her body. I could smell her all day and still want more—and since I have the chance now—I inhale her heavenly scent again.

But my beautiful morning bliss is ruined before it even begins with a sudden knock on my door.

"Good morning, sir. Can I come in?" comes Tim’s small voice.

Tim is my butler and secretary, second after my right-hand man, Paul. In his late fifties now, he used to serve my mother, but after her death, Dad decided he was better suited to serve me instead of him. However, I later heard that it was Tim who pleaded with my dad to let him be of service to me since it was my mother’s last wish.

Ever since then, all the loyal affection he used to show my mother has been directed to me.

For a month now he has been on leave, and judging by the calmness in his voice, he probably doesn’t know I brought a girl home last night, otherwise, we’d already be feasting and celebrating because that’s all he ever talks about ever since I turned twenty—dating.

He probably wants to hand me my gym wear since today is a Saturday and I go to the gym.

"Wait a minute," I reply trying to move without waking Iris and failing altogether. Why? Because when I try to move, my dick tugs inside her and I groan.

Why did I make such a stupid unhygienic decision last night?

"Who is that?" she asks voice drowsy from sleep. Her eyes are puffy, her lips pink from all that sucking last night, and hickeys showing on her neck.

All that sexual appeal and I don’t have the time to ravage her once more.

"It’s Tim."

Her eyes grow wide and she tries to pull away from me, but lets out a moan when she feels me in her.

"Sir, you have a guest."

Fuck you, Tim.

"What do we do now?" Iris whispers under her breath, and I feel myself getting bigger inside her. Of all the worst times this visitor could have arrived. Tch.

"Who is it, Tim?" I ask, shifting my position so I can pull out of Iris without hurting her swollen insides. Another moan escapes from her, turning me on even though I know I shouldn’t be thinking about sex right now.

"What is he doing in there? I need to talk to him now!"

Fuck. It’s my dad.

Iris must remember his voice because she immediately springs into action, clasping her mouth and pulling away with a pained expression on her face. Then she pulls the duvet to cover herself and crawls to the edge of the bed.

"Lucas!" The doorknob turns.

"Wait, Dad."

But he doesn’t listen, and the next thing I know he is inside my room. Everyone pauses. Dad holding the knob with his mouth on the floor, Tim blinking furiously between Iris and me, Iris tugging at the duvet as she strives to cover herself, and me holding on to her since I tried to pick her up and hide her in my bathroom.

It’s a freak show, one I didn’t want to happen anytime soon—and with the way Dad glances at me before closing the door, I know I’m in huge trouble.

"Lucas you little shit," Iris curses, hands twitching as she reaches for her now tomato-red face.

Sorry baby.

★★★★★

We’re seated in my kitchen, surrounding the white island as Dad glances between me and Iris, face pale from what he just witnessed earlier.

Both Iris and I are now dressed, but the memory of having my dad see us naked together will forever haunt me. The same might apply to Iris, whose head is hung so low she’s about to kiss her chest.

"So?" Dad begins, making us face him, "Will you guys tell me what’s going on between the two of you?"

Glancing at me, Iris literally pleads with her eyes for me to come up with a solid idea to get us out of this mess. The gears in my brain run, but nothing of that sort comes to mind.

"Do her grandparents know that you two are sleeping around?"

I’ve never seen Iris turn so pale in a second. She looks weak and for the first time—without any sassy response to wiggle herself out of trouble.

"What would your mother think if she found out you’re abusing your power and sleeping with not just anyone...but her best friend’s granddaughter?"

Sleeping around is one way to describe it, but I prefer employees with benefits, or as Iris put it, a contract.

"I’m not sleeping around Dad."

"Then what the hell are you doing you little shit?"

I swear if someone calls me a little shit again this morning, I’m going to scream my head off at them.

"We’re dating."

A silence so quiet a leaf could drop and make a sound fills the kitchen. Both Iris and my dad are looking at me, and from the far corner of the oven, I can feel Tim’s excitement radiating all around the room.

"Then what are we waiting for, let’s go and tell her family before you knock her up," Dad exclaims, smiling like an idiot as he gestures between Iris and me. Like Tim, his excitement is showing now.

I feel a tug of my t-shirt and when I look down, Iris doesn’t look like she’s on board with her grandparents knowing about this.

"Umm, I think we need a little bit more time before we make it official."

Dad pauses. "Why? I thought you guys were official."

"We are! But hurrying up with introductions isn’t something that should be decided on a whim."

"And sex is?"

Wow, my old man is so unhinged.

"Dad! You’re making my girlfriend uncomfortable."

He turns to face Iris. "That wasn’t my intention, Iris. I’m just too excited to see my boy finally dating."

"It’s okay sir, that’s very normal," Iris replies, laughing nervously.

"See, she’s on board with the idea too, right Iris?"

She slowly nods at him, her movements so shaky I can literally hear her bones creak. Fuck. Why did this have to happen on the very first night we spent together?

Standing, I tap my dad’s shoulder. "Can we talk outside?"

"Sure," he mumbles excitedly, giving Iris one last glance before we walk away from her.

★★★★★