His mouth left me and I almost cried.
My p***y was throbbing so hard it hurt, swollen and dripping, clenching around nothing. I was shaking, thighs spread wide on my own desk, and Lucas was on his knees between them looking like the sweetest trouble.
He brought the fingers that had just been inside me to his lips again—slow, deliberate—and licked them clean while staring straight into my eyes. Then those same wet fingers slid back between my legs and rubbed my c**t in one hard, perfect circle.
I moaned loud, hips jerking up to chase his hand.
He did it again. Once. Twice.
And then he stopped.
“Lucas—” My voice cracked.
He leaned forward and pressed the softest, sweetest kiss right on my aching c**t, like he was saying sorry. Then he sucked it between his lips—hard—tongue flicking fa
