Chapter 18 HIS FUTURE WIFE.
LUCIEN'S POINT OF VIEW.
Sloane grips my cock with her small hands before she opens her mouth and takes me in. The feel of my cock in her warm mouth elicits a groan from the back of my throat, as I lean back in my seat.
She takes me in as far as her small mouth can, but my cock is too much for her, so she gags slightly on it.
"Breathe through your nose, baby," I instruct, and she looks up at me, making eye contact. The sight of her looking at me, with her mouth full of my cock,. As her small hands massage the length that could not fit in her mouth makes me even harder, as I fight the urge to thrust in her mouth.
She sucks on my cock like it's candy, the sight of it a turn on as the sound of her slurping fills the room. She palms my balls with one hand, while the other strokes my length.
"That's it, baby." My hand grips onto her hair, fisting her locks with one hand as I pull her back so I can stand.
"Tap my thigh if it gets too much, okay?" She nods. I thrust back into her mouth, regaining control, as my cock disappears in and out of her mouth with each thrust. She grabs onto my thigh as my thrusts speed up.
I look down at her, realising she's touching herself as she sucks me off. Her fingers thrust in and out of he rpussy as she flicks her nub.
"Are you aroused at the thought of sucking me off, baby?" I ask, and she moans around my length. The vibration sends blood straight to my groin as my thrusts speed up.
The sight of her, on her knees, in a space that belongs to me, as she sucks me off and pleasures herself, is more than I thought I could handle.
She moans with each thrust, not bothering as I become faster. My cock disappears in and out of his mouth like a flash, as I grab onto her head, using her as my little fuck hole.
"That's it, baby, take it like a good girl." I groan, with my head thrown back in pleasure, as I use her for my pleasure. My hips tighten as my orgasm sneaks up on me with a ferocious hunger. A few seconds later, I pull out of her mouth, and release my come all over her breasts, at the same time she comes all over the floor of the room.
Next thing I knew, I felt a tap on my thigh. A small hand taps me again, this time with a little more force, and I jerk awake from the best dream I've ever had.
Sloane looks up at me with flushed cheeks and a red face, "Sorry... you just...you were making weird noises in your sleep, I thought you were having a nightmare." She says.
If that was a nightmare, I'd plead for it every night.
"What time is it?" I asked.
"It's eight in the morning." She replied, sitting up to reveal that she had gotten dressed for today. Her pink, short dress stares back at me mockingly, as it reveals her thick thighs and a hint of her breasts.
Why did I pick out that torture device again?
"I'll go shower," I said, and rose to my feet.
The moment I stood, she gasped loudly at something.
"What is it?"
"You're-" She says, her face redder than I've ever seen, as she points at my pants.
I catch sight of my morning erection. My cock is even harder than before, fueled by the dream I just awoke from.
The sight of it pulls a smirk from my lips as I turn for the bathroom. If I'd said anything else in that moment, it wouldn't have been something appropriate.
Upon entering the shower, my hands fist my cock as I begin to stroke at the thought of Sloane, her smiles, her hair, her smell, her tits, her ass, her pussy. It doesn't take long before I orgasm, my come juts out, hitting the wall of the shower.
I need to get a fucking grip before I start blacking out to the thought of her all day.
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By the time I walk back to the lounge, Sloane sits on the edge of one of the couches, her back stiff as she tries not to relax. She scans the room like she’s still deciding if she belongs here. Her hair’s down today, curling around her shoulders,and reaching her lower back.
“You keep glaring at the door like you’re waiting for an ambush,” I say, dropping onto the couch beside her.
She jumps at the sigt of me,and rolls her eyes, but I catch the little twitch at the corner of her mouth, and the way she breathes easier with me in the room now. “I’m just wondering if you brought me here to kill me or eat me.”
The thought of 'eating her' brings back the fantasy from last night to my mind., but instead of letting it show, I grin slow. “Who says it can’t be both?”
Before she can fire back, the latch swings open, and in stroll the Horsemen ;Theo first, because he likes entrances, Cassian with his lazy, sharky grin, Jax with a big bag behind him; probably full of snacks, and Kai trailing last with a beer already in hand.
I'd told them they could come down now. Sloane had been the first person to enter this place; it's served it's purpose as far as I was concerned.
“Well, well,” Theo drawls when his gaze lands on Sloane. “The infamous girlfriend. I can't believe you came, you do know we bite, right?”
“I bite back,” she says sweetly, not missing a beat.
Cassian chuckles. “I like her.”
“Don’t,” I say, just loud enough with a glower on my face. They all smirk because they know I mean it.Nothing's funny when it comes to her.
We \[the guys\] set up at the long table in the center of the room ,the red cups lining the surface in neat triangles.
We decide to play Beer pong first, the loser drinks, and loses one grand with every loss. Sloane didn't know it yet, but I already made a huge transfer to her account anonymously.
Once it's ready, I call out to Sloane, and she comes to my side.
Sloane surprises us by sinking her first shot in the dead center.
“Beginner’s luck,” Theo mutters, as he stares at her with a childish look.
“Beginner’s skill,” she corrects. And just like that, the game’s on , there's trash talk flying as Sloane and Theo go back and forth over who's better between them at the game. It's amusing to say the least.
The cups emptying as losers drink from time to time, and the air thickens with heat and laughter, as the game gets intense.
When we decide it's enough,we switch to a nastier game.
Spin the shot glass with truth or dare rules, except whoever loses or forfeits drinks, and has to pay up tp Sloane. And people lose fast. I lose on purpose, just to pile up money in her hands for the fun of it, and so do the guys, as we all scamper to lose against each other.
Cassian spins first, and it lands on Sloane.
“Truth,” he says, leaning forward, “what’s the worst thing you’ve ever wanted to do to someone in this room?”
She doesn’t even blink. “Knock Theo’s teeth out.”
Theo chokes on his drink at her answer, "Why me?!" He whines like a baby.
I laugh at that, taking a bite out of the chips on the table.
On Sloane's turn. she spins, and it lands on me.
She looks at me, but I waste no time. “Dare,” I say before she can open her mouth.
She tilts her head. "Put this on, and walk round this room." She says, pulling up a pair of her heels; I didn't even realise when she took it wth her last night.
"No." I grab the shot of whisley, and down the drink in one go, before placing a wad of cash in her hands.
“Damn,” Jax mutters under his breath, "You really don't want to take this easy on us."
She shrugs her shoulders at him.
It's Cassian's turn. He grins like the devil. “Alright, scholarship girl, dare, sit in his lap until your next turn.” He says, and I want to hug him, but punch him at the same time for that. The thought of her ass on my thighs, so close to my cock has me leaning back in my seat mentally as I try to prepare myself for the incoming erection.
She hesitates., for just for a second; Then she’s up, and settling onto my thighs like she owns the seat.
She does. My hands rest on her hips, fas soon as her ass hits my thighs, my fingers drumming lazily on her hips as I try not to focus too much on her scent.. Her weight’s warm, and grounding, but the heat between us is anything but calm. Tension locks in my veins as I restrain my sinful thoughts.
My phone buzzes in my jacket pocket.
I pull it out without moving her off me, to see that it's an email.
From: Father.
Subject: Prepare.
Message: Seraphina arrives next week. She will attend Ravenscroft Academy. Your engagement will be announced privately first, then publicly. Do not disappoint me.
My jaw tightens immediately.
The name feels like ice water poured down my spine. Seraphina. The leash my father’s been tightening since I was old enough to understand the word heir. The thought of being with anyone other than Sloane; now that I've had a taste....it makes me sick.
Theo glances over. He catches the shift in my expression. The guys do; they can tell from my expression. that it's about Seraphina, the girl my father wants me to marry.
I pocket the phone immediately, before Sloane picks that something is off. I smile like nothing’s changed. Because no one here ;especially not the girl in my lap is going to see me truly livid.
We play two more rounds before the night winds down, and the Horsemen leave in a staggered exit, as they say their goodbyes. Theo makes a signal to me, and I nod at him, to let him know I got it.
Sloane stays behind with me.
“You’re not running off?” I ask, pouring another drink.
“Not unless you’re kicking me out,” she says, crossing to the bar. “How about one more round.; just us.”
I nod in agreement, and she sits across from me now, with her eyes steady over the rim of her glass. The room feels quieter, heavier, the absence of the boisterous laughter of the guys casting the quiet glow in the room.
“What’s your biggest secret?” I ask.
She hesitates for a beat, and I know before she says it that whatever’s coming will shift something between us. She tucks her hair behind her ear, and reveals a bomb on me;
“I’ve never… been with anyone before,” she says finally.
The words that keave her lips has the whiskey burning hotter on the way down my throat, as I stare at her in disbelief. My mind thinks back to the absolute weapon of a body she has, and I find myself struggling to believe.
I lean back, watching her, letting the silence stretch for sometime, until she shifts slightly in her seat. “You telling me because you want me to play nice?”
“No,” she says, chin lifting. “I’m telling you because you’ll probably figure it out, and I’d rather you heard it from me, and not from Matt.”
Something dark and slow curls in my chest.
I lean forward, elbows on my knees. “Then maybe, scholarship girl…” My voice drops, dangerously soft. “…you’ve been studying the wrong things. I could teach you. Everything.”
Her breath hitches,like she choked on her spit.
We don’t move.
We don’t break eye contact, and the fire crackles behind us, as the whiskey sits forgotten between us, and the tension’s a wire stretched so tight it could snap with one wrong breath, and so tick, you could cut it in half.
And that’s exactly where I leave her.