Olive's P.O.V.
"What are you doing?" I asked Lucas as his fingers slid into the waistband of my pants as he drove.
"Pleasuring my Rose," he answered matter-of-factly, like this was completely normal.
The thrill I was getting from this was higher than I thought it would be. His hand slipped further down my pants as he continued to drive, never once taking his eyes off the road. We were. headed back to my flat after having a heavy make-out session in the dingy old office. I knew I was still pretty wet from it, but Lucas didn't know until now. I saw his lips turn into that sexy arrogant smirk of his.
"My dear Rose, I didn't realize you'd be so wet for me already." His smirk widen at his comment.
His finger slid inside me as Change by Deftones began to play in the background. My heart raced and my legs parted for him of their own accord. His finger began to slide in and out of me, at times just rubbing against the walls of my core. I couldn't hold back the moan from ripping through me, to his delight. He continued to toy with me until he got what he wanted. My heart hammered and the walls of my core clenched around his fingers as I came. I'd never been fingered in a car with someone that was driving. It was thrilling knowing that anyone could have seen any time we stopped at a red light.
We couldn't get to the flat any faster, and once there, Lucas practically tore the door down to get me inside. We discarded our clothes all along the floor as we kissed. Only breaking apart to pull our shirts off. I kept walking backwards, unsure of my destination. I felt the cold leather of my couch arm against my bare thighs. Lucas pushed me back, having me fall fully onto the couch from the side. He didn't climb over me as I thought he would. No, instead he lifted my ass and placed it on the arm of the couch. He slapped his dick against my clit, making me gasp.
He teased me with the tip, rubbing it all along the outside of my center. He eventually inserted the tip of his dick inside me, only to pull it out and do it over again. The teasing had me begging for more. It wasn't until Lucas was satisfied with my pleas that he decided to fully enter me, gracing me with the immense pleasure only his enormous shaft brought me. So began our hours of pleasure.
"Oh shit, don't stop!" I yelled as Lucas slammed into me faster.
I pressed my face against the cold wood of my table as he had bent me over and inserted himself deep inside me. His hand played with my clit as he hammered into me. The sound of our skin slapping against each other echoed around the loft. Lucas held my bun in his other hand, lightly tugging it back so that I lifted my head and exposed my neck. I moaned loudly, as the action only caused me to feel more pleasure.
"Cum again for me, Rose. Yell my name," he commanded, pressing harder against the bundle of nerves between my legs.
"Oh, fuck-Lucas!" I yelled out as I came, gripping my hands into tight fists.
Lucas thrusted into me faster until I felt the spurt of his seed shoot deep inside me. I moaned as I felt it. Lucas didn't pull out immediately, either. He kept himself inside me, growing flaccid by the minute. We were both out of breath at this point.
Lucas never seemed to disappoint me in anything he did. Every touch, lick, and suck brought me to new heights. Lucas kissed my exposed shoulder lovingly, causing my heart to squeeze. I hadn't realized it, but I actually really enjoyed being kissed there. It felt so tender and sweet, filling my heart with joy.
"You're so beautiful, Rose," he whispered into my ear before kissing my neck.
"Mmm, don't start or I'll be getting you hard again." I bit my lip, somehow feeling like I could take on more of him.
No matter how many orgasms he brought me, it seemed to never be enough. I felt like I wasn't living until we were wrapped in one another. He was like this other piece of me, making me feel whole when we were together. I can't seem to get enough of him physically, sexually, or emotionally.
I'm so fucked.
"Lucas?" I called his name.
"Yes, my Rose?"
"Don't hurt me," I whispered, feeling all kinds of vulnerability.
"Never," he swore.
I stood up, causing him to have to step back, finally releasing himself from me. I turned to look into those brown eyes, determined to voice how I was truly feeling. I can't keep holding back if I really want him to be solely mine.
"I mean it, Lucas, because I've never felt this way about anyone before. Especially not this quickly. You'll crush what little of a heart I have left."
Lucas pressed me flush against his chest, letting our bare skin touch again. He held my chin, keeping my eyes on his.
"I promise you, Rose. I will never intentionally hurt you. You're all I want."
With those words I've been longing to hear, he kissed me so passionately it was like we were the only ones on the planet. This was our moment, one I would never relinquish. When Lucas' mouth finally left my own, his gaze melted me further. His eyes held such love that I felt I could crumble beneath the weight of it.
"You're all I want too," I admitted. I know Leo told me not to tell Lucas that I had chosen him already, but how could I not? "I choose you, Lucas."
The smile he graced me with was unlike any other. He squeezed me tightly, holding me closer to him, if that was even possible. His lips captured my own again in another tender and loving kiss.
Yes, I'm still scared, but I won't let it keep me from living.
"You don't know how happy you've made me, Rose. Let's get you washed off and in bed now," he said. "You've had a long day."
Lucas joined me in the shower, washing my hair and my body for me. He kissed me from time to time, on my shoulder, on my thigh, on my stomach, and even on my knee. Every kiss was gentle and caring. This man had my heart so wrapped in him, and I don't think he even realizes it.
He dried me, dressed me, and carried me to bed. I didn't miss the fact that he grabbed one of my journals earlier and placed it on the nightstand. He laid me down, crawling in under the covers with me. He was sitting up, leaning back against the headboard as he rubbed my back with his left hand. His right hand held my journal open as he read it. I closed my eyes, feeling myself lull to sleep with every aimless rub. His fingers were like magic against my skin.
"Goodnight, my Rose." I heard him whisper.
"Goodnight, my knight." I whispered back.
Lucas was my knight and shining armor. I felt like he was constantly saving me. He's always at my side when I need him. He knows exactly what to say to me to make me feel better, even knowing how to cheer me up. The stunts he pulls and the comments he makes are things that have shown me how much he knows me, how much he understands me. Lucas is everything I didn't know I needed and more.
I need to start fighting for him, too. This isn't a one-way thing. Now that I've decided that he is the one I wish to be with, I'll fight to make him mine. I'll fight to keep him here with me, to make him fall in love with me, too. A relationship is a two-way street and I feel I've been sorely lacking. I'm determined to do better, and I plan to.
"Your knight?" I heard the smile in his voice.
I kept my eyes closed, feeling too tired to open them again. My body was so relaxed and ready for sleep that every unfiltered thought I had felt ready to leave my mouth.
"Yes, my knight. You've saved me a lot, Lucas, so you're my knight and shining armor."
It grew silent for a moment, but his rubbing never stopped.
"I think I like that," he said, kissing my head sweetly. "I'll be your knight whenever you need me to be. Although, you should know, you've saved me too, Rose."
His comment surprised me, because I felt all I've done was make him wait too long for me. I feel I've brought my own family drama into his life. He's even fallen behind on work because of me. I don't see how I could have saved him, but I didn't ask. Sleep seemed to grab a hold of me, not willing to relinquish me from its grasp.
I felt myself drift off into a strange dream.