Chapter 45 Just one more
“You ready?” Lucien glanced over at Isabella.
She hesitated, sighing heavily, before nodding. “I think I am.”
“It's not too late to change your mind.” He snickered, making her glare at him.
“And leave you to have all the fun?” Her tone was accusatory.
He raised his hands in surrender. “If you insist.”
“Do you think he'll be fine? What if…”
“Shh.” He covered her mouth with his fingers. “Let's be positive.”
Isabella nodded, the worry lines on her forehead not thinning.
“Do you have all you need?”
“This has to be like the fifth time you're asking that.” She grunted.
Lucien shrugged. “You can't blame me. The journey's quite far.”
“I know, I studied the maps you know?”
“Here, have this.” He pulled out a bottle of potion from his bag.
“What's that?” Her brows were creased.
“It's to ward off snakes.” He forced it into her hand.
“We're going together, are we not?” Why was he suddenly handing her some protective gear?
“Yes, we are. But I think it's better to be safe than sorry.”
Isabella shook her head. He was definitely hiding something.
She walked closer to him, seductively, her hands on his neck.
“I thought we said no more secrets?” Her voice was calm, sending chills down Lucien's spine.
“We did.” He rasped, his voice rough.
“What's going on?” Her hand moved to his hair, as she twisted some curls.
“Nothing,” his breath was heavy.
“God,” he groaned. “You're not making me think properly with you this close to me.”
“Then you tell me what's going on, and I'll probably keep my distance.” She murmured seductively in his ears.
“No, don't do that.” Lucien objected quickly, bringing a smile to her face.
“Then?” Her hand glided to his waist, unbuckling his belt in an instant.
“Isabella?” Lucien huffed, a warning tone in his voice. “Are you sure you want us to do this?”
His trousers slipped from his waist, leaving only his briefs on. “You shouldn't start what you can't finish.”
He managed to murmur as she took his whole length in her hands before squeezing his balls.
“What are you saying?” She was back on her feet, her mouth in his ear.
“We barely have time to do this.” He groaned. The guards will be here any minute.
“They're still not here.” She corrected as she crouched, using her teeth to take his briefs off slowly.
Lucein groaned. It was only a matter of time before the torture became unbearable. “Where did you learn to be this naughty?”
Isabella's chuckle was her only reply as she grabbed him in her hands, appreciating him slowly.
“I've been doing a lot of reading.”
Lucien's breath was laboured. “Who…” the words got stuck in his throat, as she took him in her mouth.
Instinctively, he grabbed her hair, bringing her face closer as he forced himself in. This was not his first experience with a girl fucking him with her mouth, but this was the first time, Isabella was doing this. And it was different.
Obviously a good kind of different. She still had a lot of learning to do, but he would welcome this.
“You are obviously reading,” Lucien smirked as she choked, saliva dropping from her mouth, before releasing him.
“Tired already?” He teased, fascinated by her courage.
Isabella smiled as her fingers curled round him, before shaking her head.
“Come here.” She led him by his member to the couch. “Sit.” She commanded.
Lucien smiled. He loved the authoritative Isabella. Without complaints, he sat down, curious as to her next plan of action.
Lucien widened his eyes, as she gurgled, pouring saliva on his cap. What exactly had she read?”
She poured more, before taking him again. “You're full,” She choked, his hand on her hair making her move forward and backwards in sync. Her hands moved to his balls dangling as she caressed them.
Then she stopped. First, spitting him out and then taking her hands off his balls.
“You?” Lucien glowered, his eyes narrowing.
Her hair was dishevelled, her dress rumpled, saliva on her mouth and cheeks, but her eyes…
Her eyes still held the innocent look she had on seven freaking years ago.
He glanced at her, still on her knees, a few feet away from him, while he was naked from the waist downwards.
“Are you finished?” A sly smile played on his lips.
Isabella nodded meekly. She was looking everywhere but his eyes, which made Lucien chuckle.
He knew exactly what was running through her mind.
“Good.” His voice was calm. “You've satisfied your fantasy. It's time for me to satisfy mine.” He stood up and walked slowly to the door.
“Aren't you coming?” He called out, when he realised she was still at that spot.
“Are you going out like that?” She pointed at his dangling penis, her face mortified. His veins stood upright, his cap red. He was full, no doubt.
Lucein shrugged. “There's nobody around, remember? We discharged all the guards tonight, stating the need for our privacy.”
“Even though.” She muttered, still not convinced.
“C’mon.” Lucien held his hands out to her, urging her on. “You trust me, don't you?”
Isabella nodded, getting up from her knees, as she walked to the door, before taking his outstretched hands in hers.
“Where are we going?” She murmured, her face flushed.
“ To the garden, to complete what you started.” He grunted.
“You?” Her eyes widened.
“We'd better rush.” Lucien continued. “The boys will meet us at the Creek.”
He said and picked her up without warning as he led her to the garden, just behind his chambers.
“Uhm,” she stammered. “You're poking me.” She gestured at his length. Even with her dress on her body, she could feel him. He was that aroused.
Lucien's voice was tight. “Good.” He said simply. “We're here,” he muttered as he set her on the ground.
Isabella looked around. Truly, just as he had said, there were no guards around.
Without warning, Lucien pulled her to himself, her butt to him as he fastened her dress, unzipping her as her dress as it fell, leaving her in matching underwears.
“Where did you learn to do what you did?” He rasped as he unclasped her bra.
“I…” she stuttered as she realised he was talking about the episode in his chambers.
“Never mind.” He said, pulling her panties down as the cool air slapped against her naked body.
Isabella felt naked. Actually, she was naked, but now, she felt very conscious. They were in the middle of an open garden for fuck’s sake.
A guard could be littering around or making his hourly patrol at that time.
Unconsciously, she folded her arms.
“Don't.” He groaned as he separated her arms, his eyes ravishing her body hungrily.
“You are beautiful.” He murmured as his mouth moved to her face.
Isabella closed her eyes and pouted, anticipating a kiss, but Lucien's mouth landed on her ears instead as he nibbled on them.
“Do you trust me, Isabella?” His hot breath on her ears made her skin tingle.
She nodded, totally weak in the legs to speak.
“Good.” He said as he pulled away, sitting down some feet away from her. “Come here.” He motioned to his lap.
Isabella hesitated. Something similar had happened before. Then it hit her, the first gala, the garden.
“Trust me.” His voice was soothing as he held out his hands.
She closed her eyes and opened them instantly, shaking out the ugly memory as she walked slowly to him.
He pulled her down, making her lie on his lap. “The first experience was a bitter one.” He murmured as he caressed her ass, his hands running through it.
Slowly, he widened her legs, running his finger through her laps.
Cold gusto air, blew across Isabella’s body, making her shiver.
“I've always imagined you here, naked, on my lap.”
He caressed her thighs, his hands running everywhere but the place she didn't want him to.
Then he whisked her to her feet, making her stand before him, her height towering over his seated frame.
“Can you?” His fingers played with the little curly hair on her pussy as he used the second hand to widen her legs, before crouching till he was under her.
“God,” Isabella moaned as he took the first swipe. She grabbed his hair for support, widening her legs more to give him more entrance.
“Don't do this.” She moaned at his tongue nibbling her clit.
“Do what?” He spoke from under her, as his hands moved simultaneously with his lips.
“Don't torture me.” She cried softly, her finger digging into his shoulders.
“But you did to me.” He chuckled, then without warning, he pinched her from under, making her squirm, before lifting her gently, as he laid her on the grass and in one swift thrust, entered her.
Isabella moaned softly, her hands roaming all over her body, as Lucien moved in and out of her body.
“I think I like watching you touch yourself.” He murmured as his lips landed on her taut nipples, making her scream softly.