Hunting Lust (Orion the Hunter Part Three) (5 page)

He parked the car and strode off towards the elevator, not waiting for me.  I was so glad that I had no appointments for the rest of the day; I was going to go home and begin preparing Angel’s favorite meal.  As I walked towards the elevator, I studied Lucas from behind.  You could see the tension in his shoulders; in fact all of him was tense.  He stood like a tall granite statue. 

As I reached him, he inserted his key into the hole in the wall.  The doors opened immediately and I followed him in.  I didn’t want us to part like this so I drew a deep breath and said, “Lucas, if I have upset or offended you, I am very sorry.”

I felt him turn away from me and I felt like I’d been slapped.  He moved again and I felt the elevator stop. 
Oh great, the elevator’s stuck; now I’m stuck in close proximity to someone who can’t bear to be near me. 

I nearly jumped out of my skin when I was pulled back against a warm, hard body.  Arms encircled me from behind and held me tightly.  I could feel his breath on my neck but what really drew my attention was the hammering of his heart that against my back.  I realized that I was holding my breath and that every nerve was on edge.  I breathed out slowly and tried to force my muscles to relax. 

When he spoke, I felt every word reverberate from his ribcage into mine.  “Issy, you have nothing to apologize for.  I am the one who should be sorry.   I have ruined the precious time that we have had together.”

I knew he was right but what struck me was how he didn’t actually apologize.  He’d said that he should be sorry – not that he was sorry.  What did that mean?  That he knew he was being a jerk but that he wasn’t sorry?  I didn’t know why he was angry either … or why his heart was still pounding in his chest.  I decided that it was time for some answers.

“Lucas, what happened back there?  I feel that you are angry with me but I don’t know what I’ve done.”

I felt him almost sag into me as he exhaled in a rush, his arms pulling me even closer.  “Oh Issy, I’m not angry with you – why on earth would I be angry with you?”

“I thought it might be because I had worked out that you’d gone through the information of my lease to find my name.  Or, perhaps you thought that I was being ungrateful after you’d gone to so much trouble to leave me those beautiful flowers.  To be honest Lucas, I don’t know what to think.  One minute you are relaxed and seemingly enjoying lunch and the next you are snapping your glass in half and storming back here.  I’ve obviously missed something.”

“I’m sorry.  I’m so used to only thinking of myself.  I have behaved appallingly towards you.  Please Issy, say you’ll forgive me.”

Ah, so it is due to lack of social skills.  Still not sure why he got so angry but seeing as he has apologised …

“There’s no harm done so nothing to forgive.  You know, you can talk to me if something’s on your mind.  I might be able to help.”

I felt, as well as heard, a low growl.  “Something is definitely on my mind.  Help all you want.”

I squealed as he twirled me around without warning and then pressed me up against the wall with the length of his body.  His eyes were darkest blue but they no longer contained anger … only lust.  Before I could draw breath, his lips were crushing mine.  His need for me was apparent as he devoured my mouth with ruthless persistence.  I dropped my purse and wound my fingers in his hair, attempting to pull him even closer.  Our tongues explored every single millimetre of our mouths, teeth clashed and stubble burned.  We were both desperate to maintain the kiss, although our breathing was growing ragged.

His
hands were on the back of my thighs, then without warning, he pushed up my skirt and lifted me up, pulling my legs around his waist.  I anchored myself by crossing my ankles.  I could feel his hardness pushing against the confines of his clothing and against me.  I desperately wanted to free him but, before I had a chance, Lucas’ hand was between my legs, softly brushing the skin on my inner thighs.  I moaned softly and tried to move my hips, wordlessly urging his fingers higher.  His answering groan was swallowed by my mouth and I felt the muscles of my sex clench in response. 

As his fingers slipped inside the lace edge of my panties, I thought I would faint.  I could barely breathe from his continued onslaught of my mouth.  I tried to tilt my head back but he caught my lip between his teeth.

“Lucas. I. Need. To. Breathe,” I panted, imploring him with my eyes.

He grunted and released my lip, turning his attention to my neck instead.  I threw my head back and tried to take in some deep breaths.

“Unbutton your top,” he commanded, as he traced around my clit with his fingertip.

Yes, sir!
I quickly tore open the buttons.  His heated gaze raked over me.

“Now unfasten your bra.”

Anything you say! 
I quickly snapped open the clip.
Hooray for front fastening bras! 

He lowered his head to my breast and suckled deeply on my nipple.  I felt the answering wetness between my legs, wondering if he could feel it too.  I tangled my fingers in his hair, enjoying the silky smooth feel. 

As he turned his attention to my other nipple, I couldn’t stand it any longer.  I needed to feel his skin under my fingers and under my mouth.  I began to unfasten the buttons on his shirt so that at least I could feel his chest but his other hand, which had been helping to hold me up, grasped both of mine firmly and held them together, over my head. An exquisite shiver ran down my spine.
Oh my god! 
Although still half dressed, I felt totally exposed with my arms stretched up, high above my head. I also felt more turned on than I could ever remember.

I was now only being held up because he had braced me against the wall.  I couldn’t even tighten my hold on him with my legs because I didn’t want to impede his access … he was doing delicious things down there!  He had slid one finger inside me and was circling my clit with the pad of his thumb.  I moaned as another finger slid inside and I tilted my hips to increase the depth.  Immediately, Lucas stopped.  I let my hips fall and he began to stroke my g-spot with his fingertips. 
Ahhhh!
I clenched around his fingers and heard him moan softly in the back of his throat.  Then he withdrew.

His hands went to his belt and released it.  Ten seconds later, his bottom half was naked.  My eyes widened in anticipation. 
He is so big … so proud … so mine!
Lucas grinned when he saw my reaction.

Realizing that my hands were free, I grasped his shirt and yanked it apart.  Buttons flew in all directions. Lucas stared at me in surprise before recovering.  “You’ll pay for that later!” he muttered.  Then he tugged his jacket and shirt off in one fluid motion, giving me more to admire. 
However he makes me pay, I’m sure it’ll be worth it.

“Put your arms around my neck,” he demanded and I obeyed.

I felt tension across my hips before hearing fabric tear.  Lucas grinned as he held up my lace panties before dropping them on the floor.

I gasped but I must admit … I loved it when he did that.  I made a mental note to plan an underwear shopping trip … at this rate, I’d have none left!

Then his hands were under my ass and he was positioning me.  The head of his cock nudged against my cleft, gently at first but then he began to move.  Back and forth it slid easily in my wetness.  I thought that I was going to explode in frustration.  Lucas stopped kissing my neck for a second and gave me the most infuriating smirk. 
He knew exactly what he was doing to me, the bastard!

“Lucas Hunter, if you don’t fuck me right now, you’ll never fuck me ever again!” I snapped, digging my fingernails into his back.

His deep sensual laugh made my pelvic muscles contract.  He continued smirking and I thought that he was going to deny me but then … slam!  He powered into me so hard that it took my breath away; he really was buried up to the hilt.  I heard him hiss out a breath and realized that my nails were buried in his back.  I quickly relaxed my hands and looked at him.  His head was thrown back and an expression of pure ecstasy was on his face.  His eyes opened when I moved my fingers.

“Don’t.  I like it,” he growled before withdrawing his cock, almost to the tip.  He moved his hands so that they rested on my shoulders, from behind.

I was prepared for his next powerful thrust, but no way was I expecting the constant barrage of deep thrusts that ensued.  Within seconds, I could feel the muscles in my lower back tightening as the pressure built inside me.  I hugged him, rasping my nails along his back and resting my head on his shoulder so that it wouldn’t hit the wall. 

As I headed towards the abyss, Lucas showed no sign of coming anytime soon.  I could hear the frequency of my moans increasing, as well as the pitch, as my body sought its much needed release.  Then … massive shockwaves reverberated around my body as my orgasm ripped through me. 

Moments later, as my senses returned, I tasted salt and realised that I had bitten down on Lucas’ shoulder.  I released, glad to see that I hadn’t broken the skin … but there clear teeth marks.  I licked across them and Lucas gave an answering growl.  His thrusts were frantic now as his own body neared climax.  I licked up his neck and into his ear.

“Fuck!” he roared as he hammered into me twice more.  I felt the muscles in his neck straining as his fingers dug into my shoulders.  I clenched down on him as hard as I could and, to my surprise, we orgasmed together.  We clung together, riding the waves of ecstasy as he stilled inside me.

Slowly, we sank to the floor, with him still inside me.  Lucas lay on his back and held me on top of him.  My body felt entirely boneless.  I have no idea how long I spent sprawled across his chest, listening to his heartbeat return to normal, whilst his fingers trailed lazily across my back.  I was almost asleep when I felt him roll me gently onto the carpeted floor.

I watched him dress through heavily lidded eyes but I just couldn’t seem to make my limbs move.  He restarted the elevator, picked up my purse and panties then crouched down next to me, smiling.  “Well, Miss Prince, that was an unexpected pleasure.  Although I was trying to keep my hands off you until I had everything I needed.”

I pouted. “You’ve owed me that since the gym this morning.”

He chuckled as he ran his finger from my chin, all the way down to my navel.  “I can see that delayed gratification works for you.”

Smiling as sweetly as I could manage, I purred, “Ah, but we could have had fantastic sex twice today instead of once.”

He dipped his head and kissed me gently on the corner of my mouth.  “There’s still time.  And why stop at twice?”

Oh yes please! 
I took his face in my hands and kissed his soft lips gently.  Then my brain emerged from its post-orgasmic fog.  “What do you mean you were keeping your hands off me until you had everything you needed?”

Those eyes darkened with sensual promise and I knew that whatever it was, it would be worth waiting for.  “Do you remember that I won the hair styling bet?  That I get carte blanche the next time we have sex?   Well, what I have in mind needed planning but believe me, it would have been worth waiting for.”

My eyebrows shot up almost to my hairline and everything south of my waist clenched in delicious anticipation. 
What does he mean ‘would have been worth waiting for?’

I traced the outline of his lips with my finger tip.  “I don’t think that what we just did counts as a sexual encounter.  I think you should proceed as planned.”

He surprised me by throwing back his head and laughing heartily.  I couldn’t see what was funny – a sexual encounter that needed planning and was worth waiting for … what was funny about that?  My mind whirred with all the possibilities until it was distracted by the elevator jolting.

The elevator doors opened and I quickly grabbed the edges of my blouse and pulled them together.  Lucas grinned and then picked me up, into his arms.  “Relax,” he muttered through his smile.  “Nobody can see you; we’re at my apartment.”

“You can put me down now.  I think my jelly legs have returned to normal.”