Chapter 248: Worship on His Tongue

MARITA

Lucius carried me through the penthouse like I weighed nothing, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist, sundress bunched high on my thighs. I couldn’t stop kissing him, his sharp jaw, the corner of his mouth, his neck, soft, eager little kisses that made him groan low in his throat.

Every step he took pressed his hardness against me, making me whimper against his skin. I felt so good, so wanted, safe and so dangerously alive in his arms.

He pushed open the door to his bedroom with his shoulder. The room was dark and masculine, massive bed with black silk sheets, city lights sparkling through floor-to-ceiling windows. He dropped me gently onto the edge of the bed, but stayed standing between my legs.

I looked up at him, breathing hard.

The sight of him kneeling slowly in front of me made my heart stop.

Lucius, tall and powerful, on his knees for me.

His hands slid up my calves, strong and warm, lifting my right leg. He pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to my ankle, then higher, trailing his lips along my shin, my knee, the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. His breath was hot against me, making me shiver.

“Mi… mi like seeing yu like dis,” I whispered, voice shaky. “On yu knees for mi.”

Lucius looked up at me through dark lashes, eyes burning with hunger and something deeper.

“You deserve to be worshipped,” he murmured against my thigh, kissing higher, pushing my sundress further up. “Every inch of you.”

He reached the edge of my panties and paused, looking up at me for permission. When I nodded breathlessly, he hooked his fingers in the fabric and slowly pulled them down my legs, tossing them aside.

I was completely bare to him.

Lucius groaned softly, like the sight of me hurt him in the best way. He lifted my leg again, draping it over his broad shoulder, and leaned in.

His mouth was on me before I could prepare.

A long, slow lick from my entrance all the way up to my clit made me cry out, back arching off the bed. He didn’t rush, he savored me, licking, sucking, tongue swirling around my most sensitive spot with devastating patience.

“Lucius..!” I moaned, fingers threading into his hair, hips twitching.

He growled against me, the vibration sending sparks through my body. One of his hands held my thigh open while the other slid up to gently cup my breast through my dress, thumb brushing my nipple.

“You taste so fucking sweet,” he rasped between licks. “Like honey.”

I was shaking, whimpering, lost in the feeling of his mouth on me. He was so good, too good. Every stroke of his tongue had me gasping, thighs trembling around his head.

When he slid one thick finger inside me while sucking gently on my clit, I came hard with a broken cry, back bowing off the bed as pleasure crashed through me.

Lucius didn’t stop.

He kept licking me through it, gentler now, drawing out every last wave until I was a trembling, whimpering mess.

When he finally pulled back, his lips were glistening. He looked up at me with satisfied eyes and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, voice rough. “So fucking beautiful when you come for me.”

I reached for him weakly, still breathing hard.

“Lucius… please… mi want yu…”

He rose slowly, towering over me as he started unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his powerful, scarred chest.

“You’ll have me, little bird,” he promised, voice filled with need. “But not tonight. Tonight, I want to taste you until you can’t remember your own name.”

He dropped back down between my thighs, pushing my legs wider.

“And I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”

I gripped the headboard tightly, my knuckles turning white as I hovered above him.

I was wearing nothing but Lucius’s white dress shirt now. He had stripped me slowly earlier, kissing every inch of skin like it was sacred, then dressed me in his shirt because he said he wanted to see me marked by him.

Now he was lying on his back beneath me, dark eyes locked on my face, his strong hands gripping my ass and pulling me down until my pussy hovered directly over his mouth.

“Sit,” he ordered, his composure fraying at the edges.

I whimpered, cheeks burning with shame.

“Mi… mi too shy, Lucius,” I whispered, thighs trembling. “It feels… dirty. Mi never…”

He squeezed my ass harder, pulling me lower until I could feel his hot breath against my soaked folds.

“It’s not dirty,” he growled against me. “It’s mine. Your pretty little pussy is mine. And I want to drown in it. Now sit on my face like a good girl and let me taste you.”

I let out a shaky moan, heart racing. The thrill mixed with embarrassment made my whole body burn.

Slowly, hesitantly, I lowered myself.

The second my pussy touched his mouth, Lucius groaned loudly and yanked me down harder, burying his face between my thighs.

“Ah..!” I cried out, gripping the headboard tighter as his tongue dragged a long, slow stripe up my slit.

He was ravenous.

He sucked my pussy lips into his mouth, licking and sucking with wet, obscene sounds that made me blush even harder. His tongue flicked over my clit, then pushed inside me, fucking me with it while his nose rubbed against my swollen bundle of nerves.

“Grind on me,” he rasped into my pussy, the vibration making my hips jerk. “Ride my tongue, little bird. Use my face.”

I was too shy at first, barely moving, but the pleasure quickly overwhelmed me. I started rocking my hips, then grinding harder, riding his mouth with desperate little movements.

Lucius moaned loudly against me, the sound sending sparks through my core. His hands kneaded my ass, guiding me, encouraging me to use him.

“So fucking sweet,” he rasped between licks. “You taste like heaven. Keep going. Fuck my face.”

I cried out, head falling back as I rode him faster, grinding my soaked pussy all over his tongue and lips. The wet, filthy sounds filled the room. I was trembling, whimpering, completely lost in the feeling.

“Mi… mi going to come again..” I sobbed.

Lucius sucked my clit hard and hummed.

I shattered with a loud cry, thighs clamping around his head as I came hard on his tongue. He kept licking me through it, drinking every drop like he couldn’t get enough.

When I finally collapsed forward, shaking and breathless, Lucius gently lifted me off his face and pulled me down onto his chest.

His face was glistening with my wetness. He looked up at me, satisfaction plain on his face, and licked his lips slowly.

“Delicious,” he murmured, sounding thoroughly pleased. “My perfect, shy little bird.”

I hid my burning face in his neck, still trembling.

“Mi… mi never did anything like that before,” I whispered, embarrassed. “It felt so dirty… but so good.”

Lucius chuckled softly, wrapping his powerful arms around me and kissing the top of my head.

“Good,” he said, his eyes never leaving mine. “Because I plan on doing a lot more dirty things to you tonight.”

I whimpered softly, already feeling heat building between my legs again as he rolled us over, hovering above me, anticipation written all over his face.