THE ACCIDENTAL HEIR

Lost In The Moment

Lucy Pov:

My hand was tucked tightly in his as he jogged up the stairs, pulling me with him.

His ass looked incredible in his tight, smart trousers; obsessed with how it flexed on each movement. I was most likely drooling over the sight of him, but I didn't care. He was s*x on legs.

He opened the door to, I presumed, his bedroom. It was masculine, and smelt just like him; a woodsy aftershave mixed with soap. The tidiness and neat surfaces fit with him perfectly.

After knowing him for an hour, I learnt that he looked after himself quite well. It wasn't hard to make that observation when he wore a suit that was evidently pressed and ironed, fit for a king.

While still holding his hand, I took in the room around me. I noticed the lack of sentimental items, such as photos, and how it was more showy. It had a purpose - it was a bedroom - but that was the only purpose. There were no memories in the room, nothing that gave it more of a life. Just a simple, smart room that serves its main purpose.

He noticed my expressions - which I'd hoped hadn't been too obvious, and he eyed me cautiously.

"What's that look for, gorgeous?"

"It's very you, but no family?"

He was taken back at first, a little lost by my meaning.

"No photos. Nothing that seems sentimental." I added.

His expression was painful. He released an exasperated breath, and I didn't push, I just waited to see if he'd say anything. "There's nobody I could have in here."

"No group family pictures?"

"No." He replied on a hard swallow, shaking his head.

He pulled me closer again leaving the conversation hanging in the air, but also tucking it away for another day. Hopefully another day, this is a one time thing but I'm intrigued by this mysterious man. Firstly, he doesn't tell me his job, but leads me to a mansion in the middle of nowhere, and forces himself to have to. Secondly, there's something about him that tells me he's got a sad past. Or he is sad because of something. Behind all the lust and hunger, I can see the pain. Especially now I've talked about family.

"You're so beautiful."

Before I could let my insides react all gooey and excited at his compliment, he smashes his lips onto mine.

Instantly, I'm caught up in all of Bax' sexiness; from his passionate kisses to the way it feels when his hands roam my body.

He begins slowly pulling my dress up over my head. I don't protest, as much as I want this to last, I cannot wait for this. I stand before him in a strapless, red laced bra and matching panties. I can't help feeling too exposed and way underdressed considering what we were about to do, but I didn't do this. This was impressive for me; to strip naked in front of someone I've just met. I've never felt comfortable enough to do that. It always took me a few months before I could expose myself and become so intimate with another person.

"You're perfect, stop. You don't need to feel the way you do, I can read you like a book. Just relax."

His heated gaze was roaming my body and I started to relax. I felt good enough when he looked at me like that; a small part of me felt beautiful. Only a small part.

I reached for his shirt, and began unbuttoning it. I was slowly exposing his ripped, muscular chest and torso, and my throat dried up at the sight of him. Once it was completely open, I tugged it off his arms, taking in his full form. His arms were sinewy, huge, and the veins in his forearms were popping out every time he flexed his arms. He was beautiful. Absolutely out of this world.

I stepped closer, and began unbuckling his leather belt in fast, desperate movements. He reached out to unclasp my bra at the same speed, but in a swift movement I grabbed his hand to stop him.

"You can wait, I want to see what's under these." I said, my voice sultry and husky. He didn't protest, he just smirked. A sexy smirk to be exact. One that made my insides tingle with excitement.

"Lie down." I pushed him onto the bed, wondering where this courage came from. Five minutes ago I was nervous to be half naked in front of him, and now I was taking complete control. However, this was something I did. Once I got comfortable with a person in the bedroom, I would become more controlling and confident. Not after two minutes of undressing for the first time, but I was going to enjoy my surprising new self.

I knelt down on my toes, and sensually pressed my palms up his thighs starting from his knees. He was sitting up leaning back on his hands examining my every move. The powerful intensity in his eyes had my heart beating faster, and my s*x growing wetter. Foreplay had never existed in my previous relationships, or if it did, I wasn't aware. Just undressing the man was winding me up.

I made work with his belt, swiftly pulling his trousers and boxers off. He was huge. His hard length was sitting patiently waiting for me to touch him. I gulped when the image of him hitting the back of my throat crossed my mind, and my lips were tingling to taste him.

Teasing him, I roamed my hands up his chest, leaned up a little on my knees, and pressed tender kisses down his body, licking between each of his abs.

A growl escaped him as I got closer to his c**k, so I leaned back smirking at him.

"You're gonna regret teasing me like that baby."

"Mmmm I can't wait." I licked my lips, while I wrapped both my hands around him. His mouth parted in enjoyment and shock.

I toyed with his length, slowly working him up and down with a firm grip. I clamped my teeth on my bottom lip, as I enjoyed the sight in front of me, causing his hand to grip my hair and force my head back. I released a moan at his roughness, but was soon swallowed by his luscious mouth. I still had my hand around him, but now faster. I was aching to taste him, and the kiss was making me desperate.

Getting too impatient, I pulled away, vigorously pushing him back, and his breathing came speedy and shallow.

I planted the flat of my tongue at the bottom, and took my time devouring his length, tasting and licking. Reaching the top, I swirled my tongue around as I placed him around my lips; sucking slowly, and gradually going further each time. He tasted just as I expected, my mouth watering.

"Baby. Fuck."

I removed my hands, and unclasped my bra, while still guzzling on him.

I took him to the back of my throat, and placed him between my breasts as I brought my head back up.

"Come here. Now." It came out as a growl. He grabbed the sides of my face, and I didn't dare disobey him. He pulled me so I was straddling him, and engulfed me in a tongue twisting kiss. My nails dug into his bare biceps, as he focused on my ass. I wanted to be closer, this wasn't enough. My body ached for him all over, my chest tight and breathless. I rubbed myself against him, the need for more friction between us getting too much, while I gripped tighter.

Without warning, he switched me so I was under him. He ripped my panties off, and gripped the back of my thighs. He didn't wait to devour me; gobbling my s*x with his mouth as he lapped me up, sucking and nuzzling into me. I was breathless. Completely, utterly done for. I was already on the verge of climax, and he could sense it from my breathy moans and pleas of pleasure. He pushed two fingers between my slick heat, and thrusted at great speed till I tensed around him, squeezing. He didn't stop instantly, he kept torturing my sweet s*x as he indulged in my juices. "Oh God, Bax."

When he resurfaced, he shoved his fingers into my mouth so I could taste myself; I automatically swirled, and sucked moaning onto him. I'd never been so dirty with somebody, if a previous partner did this I would have bit their fingers off, but something about the way he looked at me as he did it, opened something inside me.

"Scoot up the bed, gorgeous."

I couldn't move my legs, they were jelly, never mind moving up the bed. I was weak from pleasure, and I was sure he was about to give me more. I managed to crawl up on my back, but my legs were a shaky mess.

He placed my legs on his shoulders, leaning down to my face, as my knees touched my shoulders. I've always been flexible, but Jesus. The erotic position had me gasping for breath, especially when he teased my s*x with his tip.

"Please." I moaned as I gripped his shoulders for support. I didn't recognise my own voice.

He kissed the living daylights out of me, massaging my breasts, pinching my hard peaks as he sucked in my moans. A phenomenal feeling rushed through me, a desperate longing mixed with excited trembles and pleasure.

Listening to my pleas, he slowly thrust into me achieving a high pitched moan from my throat. The feel of him inside me sent my eyes shooting to the back of my head, the pressure unreal.

He thrust quicker, and harder, causing my climax to build again. I was on the verge, and he somehow managed to pound into me even harder. My walls tightened around him, squeezing his c**k as I milked him. I was so glad he had no neighbours at this point, as I blatantly screamed his name over and over until my climax subsided. The feeling was too intense, too much. I hadn't experienced something like this ever. I felt a connection stronger than I should have for Bax, urging me to want more.

He was still thrusting intensely, rubbing against the sensitive part inside me, and my climax built for the third time this evening. The more I had, the more intense they got, and this one hit me like a wave of pleasure splashing through my whole body. I could faintly hear Bax' grunts over my pleasure, but felt when he released inside me. The warm sticky substance filled me, as he slumped down on my chest.

Erratic breathing, chests rising, our bodies were sweaty and weak; sated from the best f**k of my life. No one has ever given me multiple orgasms, and they never felt as intense as them. The moment was a blur, so many emotions and feelings rushing through my body.

"Fuck." I cursed.

The masculine rumble from his chest made me ache for more as he laughed at me.

I needed to clean up, but was too tired to even dare move. I'm sure I'd collapse if I tried to put weight on my shaky legs, so I lay there and wrapped my arms around Bax - who was still lying on my chest.

I could only be thankful for the birth control I was on, as we hadn't used a condom. I let that thought linger in my head as sleep took over me. The best sleep I've had in a long while.

To be continued..