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Chapter 30: Lucas: Everything about you

Chapter 30: Lucas: Everything about you

WATCHING IRIS for the entire time I was supposed to be investing in anime made my hard-on throb with each second she glanced at me. The red silk pajama shorts she has on add to her aura, which was drawing me in like a black hole.

I was unable to escape from the suction power, which made me want to scream because everyone else didn’t seem phased by how hot she looked. Unfortunately, I couldn’t touch her or sit next to her if I wanted to do a good job of keeping my hands to myself in front of everyone. There’s also that promise I made not to touch her, fucking idiot I was agreeing to such shit.

It was hindering the magnetic pull between Iris and me, a literal cock blocker, or should I say eye-fucking blocker? Now though, I don’t mind one bit, because I get to touch and taste Iris without restrictions.

After I helped the others to their rooms, I came back down with the clear intention of spending more alone time with Iris. I won’t deny that I had an ulterior motive when I sat next to her—I’m only a guy. So when Iris went on top of me and began groping me a while ago, I knew it was only a matter of time before I would be balls-deep in her.

We have been kissing for a few minutes now, our tongues intertwining in a rhythmical motion that feels all too familiar now, breaths matching as the both of us strive for more of this heat emanating from each other. Iris is grinding on me, desperate for more friction from my throbbing dick, moaning in my mouth.

She tastes of wine and salted chips and judging by how horny she seems right now, maybe the red wine has already worked wonders down her sweet spot.

"We shouldn’t be doing this here unless we want to die in Jerald’s hands," she says in my mouth, returning to kissing me with passion once the words leave her now swollen lips.

Sucking her bottom lip, I slowly nibble at it. "I can drive us to my place if you want." The living room is full of empty chip packages, soft drink cans, and empty wine glasses. Demon Slayer is still playing in the background, but we’re too busy spending our adrenaline on something more passionate and fiery.

We didn’t even bother cleaning the room after I sat next to her. The sexual tension was that strong.

"How about my room?" Iris raises her eyebrows at me, breaking the kiss so she can have a clear view. My chest tightens at the sight of her.

A pink blush is gleaming on her smooth light caramel skin, grey eyes gleaming expectantly at me as she bites her bottom lip, smirking seductively at me. She’s setting a web I can’t escape from and she knows it.

"Are you sure you want to make unforgettable memories with me in your room? You might end up thinking about me every time you sleep," I reply even though in my head I’m already picturing what her room will look like.

Her eyes tread down my body and rest on my hard-on. She licks her lips, smacking them delightfully when she turns back at me. "Shut up and follow me."

Iris doesn’t waste time grabbing my wrist and pulling me off the couch. Making our way through the mess on the floor feels like we’re in a super Mario love action—one wrong step and you might find yourself groaning in pain, but we do make it to the door safely. She takes one peek at the stairs just to make sure, before opening the door and pulling me outside with her.

A cold breeze sweeps the veranda clean making Iris shudder and wrap her free arm around her. "It’s too cold for April don’t you think?" I immediately regret leaving my hood jacket.

"Here," I stretch out my arms, "I’ll carry you so you can warm yourself on my body."

She doesn’t waste any time and jumps on me like she’s been waiting all along for me to ask. I grab onto her ass, pulling her tighter to me and making my way towards the gate when she suddenly wraps her legs tightly around me, making me stop.

"It’s not that way, turn right and stick to the dura wall until you see a small black gate. It co-joins our house to this one." I follow her orders and sure enough, we reach the small gate she mentioned. Like the front of these homes, there’s a duo of flood lights on each side of the small gate flashing on the entire space.

"Now what?" I ask once we’re on the other side of the gate, locking it from the inside.

Iris is nibbling at my throat, probably leaving small hickeys and bite marks. "Turn left and follow the Dura wall until you see the front door."

"Are your houses designed the same way?" I opt for small talk because that’s the only way I can get my mind to focus on the mission at hand before I give in to my urges and fuck her outside in the floodlight. Part of her ass is resting on top of my dick and every time I pull her up, she goes back down and grinds on me a little.

"Yes, please hurry," she pleads. I reach the front door as promised, a large glass French door that’s about the same size as her veranda. "Push it, it’s open."

True to her word, it is. We enter her house and I’m dazed for a moment at the interior design. Iris wasn’t kidding when she said they’re well off. Everything, from the kitchen island a considerable meters away from us to the living room is screaming money. I don’t have the time to dwell on detail though because Iris sucks a little too hard on my neck and I twitch.

"Are you just going to stand there while my pussy dries up even though you have what I need?"

Damn, I love this bold woman.

"Not until you apologize for torturing me for two weeks," I say walking us to the sofa and bending so her feet are stuck in the air.

"I’m sorry," she whines, pulling me closer with her feet.

"I’m sorry who?"

Iris raises her eyebrow, "umm, daddy."

My dick twitches in my pants. I like it. "Wrong," I reply with a laugh, pecking her lips.

"Baby?"

"Wrong again." I peck her a second time.

Pulling me closer to her, her voice is becoming annoyed with each answer she gets wrong. "Sir?"

"Wrong again."

"Babe?"

"Nope." Iris curls her upper lip, a sexy motion that sends blood to the tip of my boner and makes me grind involuntarily on her. She lets out a low hissy moan, eyes on me hungry for more.

"Then what is it? Work with me here Andrews else I’ll have you on the floor using your dick as a dildo."

Wow, now I don’t want to tell her.

"I won’t tell you the answer, you’ll have to guess it if you want me to fuck you."

In a swift motion, Iris unwraps her legs around me, pulls me onto the sofa, and flips me around, straddling my lap like the fucking queen she is, a half sneer half smirk on her face. "As much as I love you teasing me, right now it’s annoying."

"You know you like I—ugh," I groan when she grips my dick through my sweatpants with her hand, running her tongue over her lips.

"I’ve been waiting to touch this all day long, you have no right to treat me like this," she whispers, about to bore a hole into my dick. "As much as I love grey sweatpants on you, I’ll have to remove them. I want to see the forbidden wand underneath."

"It’s yours to do with as you please," I reply, voice hoarse and deeper than I intend. I’m expecting her to tug them off in one go and crawl up on my face to sit on me so I can loosen her up, but the best probability any man could dream of during sex is what takes place.

Iris crawls off my lap and gets on her knees, crawling closer to my pants before biting the waistband and tugging at it. "Ever been sucked off by your subordinate before?"

"The only employee who wanted to suck it off was Mary, but she’s not my type."

"And I am?"

"Everything about you Baby," I confess, adjusting my neck so I look her in the eyes.

"Your answer is the reason why you’re about to get the best fuck of your life tonight," Iris smiles at me, tugging my pants away with her teeth until my briefs are the only thing between her and my dick. She’s still maintaining eye contact.

My breath is caught in my chest when she grabs the boxers and tugs them off. I lift my hips, allowing her ample space to pull the damn fabric off, letting my dick spring up free as it slaps her cheek.

She gasps. "Look at how big you are! I don’t think you’ll fit in my mouth that easily," she says grabbing the base before running her hand up slowly until she reaches the soft tip, slowly circling it. I turn to putty in her hands, letting out low warm breaths. Countless veins are showing all around the shaft, aching for friction. "Are you ready?"

She begins with one barely noticeable lick, eyeing my dick like it’s candy and smiling to herself. Then comes a kiss before she plants her lips on the tip, parting them slowly and when I’m finally inside her warm mouth, the first thing I make contact with is her tongue.

Going down on me further, Iris peeks at me from beneath her lashes, eyes glitching when she begins running her tongue around my dick in a sloppy hexing motion that makes me groan in delight and roll my eyes behind my head.

My hands immediately grab her hair into a ponytail when she begins sucking and bobbing her mouth up and down my shaft. I turn my eyes back to her sexy mouth that has me on edge before she’s even started doing its magic. She wasn’t kidding when she said this would be a memorable fuck. I can already see it going into the archives somewhere in my brain.

Grabbing my waist, Iris thrusts deeper till my dick hits somewhere deep in her throat and I tip my head back.

"Fuck."

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