Flirting With Him.
1165 Words
Chapter 6.
Noria’s POV.
“You do not want to awaken the sleeping beast.” Lucan’s deep baritone vibrated through my ear again, and I wondered what his words really meant.
My heart was thumping, but my p***y was thumping harder and I barely knew what to do about that.
I was in the arms of my best friend’s dad, feeling the rigidity of his muscles under my palm while crazily desiring to lean into him more.
The thought in my head was crazy and wild, but I hurriedly shook it off my head.
No. No. This can’t be happening. I can’t be in his arms. I can’t be in the arms of my best friend’s dad. I can't be trailing my hand against his chest and letting myself settle into the feel of him.
So I tried as much as I could to pull away, but in that moment, his grip on my waist tightened and…
“Stay still.” He commanded, his voice thick and deep that it made me freeze again.
My body stilled against his, and in the heat of the moment, he snapped his fingers, and the sensor picked it, turning the light on.
The light stung my eyes as it came in and... Oh! f**k it! I should have figured that out when I stepped into the house, but I was too drunk to even get my bearings right. Now look where my clumsiness has gotten me. In the arms of the absolute forbidden.
Well! One would think that was the problem, but the problem here was that amidst the way my heart was burning with pain and the fear of what the moment was just about to become, I could still notice Mr. Lucan’s sharp jaw and the closeness of our faces.
My heart fluttered, but I didn’t know if it was the heat of the alcohol or the symptoms of desire that were tucked into a place only alcohol could reach.
Silence fell between us, and in that moment, our gazes locked, faces completely close to each other.
Our noses were inches apart, and so were our lips, dangerously close to mine.
His breath turned heavy, burning my already scorched cheeks.
My heart thumped, and every inch of my body crawled just from being in his arms.
Damn! He was so handsome. Sharp jaw, straight nose, deep grey eyes that pulled me deeper into the abyss of lust and a f*****g lip that look like they could do wonders between my thighs.
My legs twitched, and a feeling rose between them. God!
I should pull away. I knew I should, but I couldn’t, because when I did, he snatched the only chance I had, and now that my p***y was leaking down my thighs like a f*****g slut, all I could think of were the fingers that held me firm.
His grip was tight, and now my thoughts were clouded by the images of how good those fingers would feel ruining my p***y, hard and fast.
Juice was splash, cunt would leak and my legs would throb in ways it hasn't done in months.
Lucan’s gaze burned into mine, cold yet subtle in ways that made my skin crawl, and oh! There was that slight kind of want that had me craving to bury myself in his arms and forget my worries, but he spoke, and the rigidness of it pulled me out of my trance.
“You are drunk.” His voice was deep and hot, like he was making a discovery, and that shouldn’t have had any business with my p***y, but my cunt still tingled at the sound of it.
Instantly, I blinked back gently, getting into a standing position while his hand still held my waist.
“I am not drunk,” I pouted in denial, sounding like a baby I had never been before him.
Lucan’s eyes drifted gently to my cleavage, where a tiny part of my boobs was displayed. His jaws clenched at the sight and his eyes lingered.
He didn't have a reason to look further, but he did and one could tell he that he has been restricting himself from doing so, but his desire won over.
His already clenched jaw tightened harder, but he blinked back, then said… “You cannot debunk something so obvious, little one. You reek of alcohol.”
My lips twitched in surprise, and I raised a brow before replying. “That’s the longest I have ever had you speak for.” Trust me he was a one word man. Always choosing when to speak and what exactly to say.
Silence fell after my words, then his eyes darkened, amplifying the coldness in them.
“You are too drunk to know that much detail, little one. Are you perhaps obsessed?”
“Obsessed???” The word struck me, and I rolled my eyes. He thinks I am obsessed? Yet I bumped into him last night.
“Phewwww…” I said, then leaned closer to say. “I am not the one stalking my i********: page am I?” That was a clear reply to his accusation. I guess he didn't expect it because he stilled.
I didn’t mean to say that. I had never found him convenient enough to speak to, but I guess this was the wild side of alcohol.
Lucan’s grip on my waist tightened and his jaw twitched. It was a subconscious act to ground himself, but I noticed it regardless.
Silence fell for a brief second, then his lips twitched into something dirty.
“Are you flirting with me?” he said in a very hot and sexy tone, while leaning gently into me and it suddenly didn’t feel like we had ever hated each other.
My stomach churned and I got shy immediately.
Oh!
How I despise the one who knew just how well to flip a table, regardless, I followed.
“Perhaps.” I blinked my lashes back, pulling out of his arms just enough to throw my arms around his neck and press my chest into his.
Lucan’s body tensed at the feel of my boobs against his chest, but he didn’t say a word. He just stared down at my cleavage for a few seconds before looking away.
His throat moved like he was swallowing lumps, and one could tell… anyone could f*****g tell from the calmness in his demeanor and the look in his eyes that he wanted to rip me out of this dress, put me on all fours, and f**k me so hard till I was shaking for him, and trust me!!!!
I wanted it.
As bad as it was, as bad as pressing my boobs against my best friend’s dad’s chest was, I didn’t think much of it.
Because I wanted to be in that position.
To be placed on all fours and to be f****d so hard in ways that would perhaps get me to stop thinking about my ex.
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