All characters involved in the following sex scene are 18 years of age or older.
She snuck around the back of the couch with him, walked silently through the dining room that still smelled of Christmas dinner, and into the hall. When she attempted to head up the stairs, he grabbed her waist, fingers digging delightfully into her hips.
"No, no, that's my old room," he whispered in her ear, warm breath tickling her skin. "I got somethin' even better. Get yer shoes n' jacket, we need t' cross the backyard."
Cross the backyard to get to his room? Okay then. Wouldn't be the weirdest thing she experienced that evening. She gathered her dressings and followed him, covering herself and slipped her shoes on by the door, then went outside with him. She'd seen it all before — Zoe's cute little trailer, the guest house, the path leading to the old house — but they'd mostly stuck to the front yard, garage, and barn. It was dark out and she carefully tread across the sloshing Louisiana terrain, following his lead as he walked her across the way to the other section of the house.
"Your room is detached from the rest of the house?" she questioned.
"What can I say? When Zoe got the trailer, I was jealous I had to sleep in the 'Kid's Room'," he said as she went with him up the stairs, which were covered in lattice on the one side with the house on the other. "So Momma said 'long as I keep it clean n' come inside fer breakfast n' dinner, she don' mind me usin' this part a' the house."
Persephone snickered. "That's a strange house ya got there."
He unlocked the door and held it open for her. "Just wai'til ya see the inside."
While she took the lead, his hungry hands held onto her hips, fingertips digging into her skin, the box in his hoodie pocket against her back. He needn't be in front as the halls led her the right direction — this house and its hallways. She didn't realize a house could have so many of them. Switches lined the way so Lucas could flick them on and off as he went, making sure they could always see where they were going. She hadn't expected such a long walk to his room.
Eventually, she came upon a set of stairs, heading down. Across from them, another set led returned up, but there was a door on the left-hand wall he stopped her for, hands on her hips leading her along. He flicked the switches near the threshold; one turned the lights on in the room and the other turned the hall lights off.
"You got yourself one fancy set-up with these lights," Persephone said.
"Yeah, it's a real workout gettin' from here t' breakfast every mornin'."
Looked like they'd walked into a storage room, with a couch here, a chair there, furniture all in good condition shoved into the corners. She sighed — how long was this gonna take?
"Almost there," he said in her ear. His nose nuzzled against her hair.
Persephone teased, "You better make this worth it."
He grabbed her breasts and squeezed them hard. "Oh, don' worry, I'll have you screamin'."
He nudged her through the threshold across the other side where a larger panel of switches hid around the corner. A light to her right flicked on, everywhere else still bathed in darkness giving her a clear direction. Finally.
Inside of this hopefully last room sat a full-bed against the back wall; beside it, a nightstand and an alarm clock that showed the time: 9:47 pm. A mirrored dresser was set-up across from the bed, lined with several unlit candles. Candles, eh? She nipped at her bottom lip. He'd planned this since the beginning, hadn't he? Sly dog.
"Take yer shoes off," he said plainly.
"Yeah, yeah, this house and shoes," she teased, kicking hers to the side.
She traipsed toward the mirror to fix her glasses and hair while he put his puzzle box atop the dresser and dug into one of the drawers. He took out a lighter and lit the candles. What a romantic. When the candles were lit, he shut off the bedroom light and slowly sauntered behind her. Mood lighting, too? He was going to spoil her tonight.
His hands ran along her shoulders and to her long, wavy hair, gently brushing it back to reveal her neck. He kissed her cheek, stubble running along her skin; rough, carnal, and so delectably erotic. She observed him watching her in the mirror. Every kiss down her jaw and neck sent a pleasant chill along her back and she leaned into his chest, sighing contentedly.
"I'm thinkin' we should put up a couple of safe words," he said into her ear.
She laughed softly. "Think I'll need them?"
"Oh trust me, ya will."
They decided on "time-out" or three taps on whatever she could get to if she couldn't speak, where he would slow whatever he was doing and ease up. For the time, the word to stop everything and for him to pull out was a simple, loud "stop" or three hard grunts if she couldn't speak, until she gave him further instruction — verbal or otherwise
With their boundaries set, Lucas led her toward the bed, still kissing her neck, so warm behind her. He grabbed her shoulders, hands running down her arms and to her wrists. Lucas yanked them behind her back, holding them in one hand while the other shoved her down; knees to the floor and body pressed hard into the mattress.
"Fuck," she moaned, "I love the way you dominate me."
"Yeah, you love it when I make ya feel like a weak little bitch," he snarled in her ear, smirk obvious in his voice.
"God, yes."
He kept her wrists held firm, other hand moving her hair and positively melting her by nipping and sucking on the side of her neck. His nips soon turned to bites, which turned to him gnashing his teeth into her skin, making her shout and wriggle. The pain quickly melded to ecstasy — she couldn't wait for him to really rough her up. She'd allow him to do whatever he wanted to her. He tore her pants off, forcing her legs spread. His hand came down on her ass, slap echoing in the room, followed by her pathetic squeak at the pain.
"No panties again, Pers? If I didn' know any better, I'd say you were a fuckin' whore." He snickered, slapping her ass again.
"I am, Lucas," she agreed breathlessly. "I'm your fucking whore."
"Damn right you are."
He shoved himself between her legs and bit her neck hard again, causing screams to erupt from her chest. She wanted to speak, let him know how much she loved it, but as these bites continued down her back, onto her shoulders, and over the small love handles on her right side, even through her shirt, she couldn't find the words. She could only shout and instinctively pull away from the explosive pain, but his free arm wrapped around her hips and forced her into him. He released her wrists and trailed his love bites down to her ass and along the backs of her thighs, holding her down by her hips to keep her jerking body still. It hurt like hell, sending ripples of mind-rending pain through every inch of her. She had to call it.
"Agh, time-out, time-out!"
"Aww," he patronized and pinched her ass cheek. "Can't handle it, Pers?"
She panted. "Just… Just gimme a sec."
While she recovered, his tongue explored her pussy, dipping inside of her. He sucked and nipped at her lips, then up to her asshole, his tongue cold in comparison to her warm hole. The sensation felt odd but she allowed it, curious to see where it would go. His tongue swirled around the hole, a wet massage that made her murmur his name, hoping it would encourage him to continue his rough assault on her body. He smirked against her skin and returned his teeth to the backs of her thighs, making her squeal and flinch; she allowed — no, she relished in the torment. After a few rough bites, he stopped and licked over the marks he left as her mind dizzied.
Then Lucas stood, demanding a simple, "Stay."
He went to his nightstand and she turned her head to watch him. Inside of his nightstand, he searched until he seemed to find what he needed: a bottle of lube. He repositioned himself behind her, snapping her back to reality with another stinging, pain-filled slap.
She grunted the pain away. "Not just going in raw this time? What a gentleman."
"Well, let's just say…" A lubed finger slipped deep into her asshole, making her gasp. He tittered. "Ya wouldn't be able t' handle it if I did."
"W-wait." She quivered at the foreign feeling. "We're trying that tonight?"
"I thought we could for Christmas." He clicked his tongue disappointedly. "You don' wannu?"
The feeling of his finger toying inside her was odd, but pleasurable. She found herself liking it, but questioned the thickness and length of his cock. What was once a bragging right now felt like a curse. A second finger slipped in as he waited impatiently for her answer, stretching her hole. There was some pain involved in just his two fingers alone but as he twisted them slowly around inside her, she was overcome with a warm, rising bliss. It would probably hurt to take him at first, but maybe it would be worth it.
"Just be easy, please," she said.
"Bitch, shut up," he snapped playfully. "I'll do whatever I want with you."
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"Told ya I'd have ya screamin'." Lucas pulled out, making her whimper and moan.
"Yep, I'll be paying for it tomorrow." Her exhausted body couldn't find the energy to move, leaving her stuck in her position. "Can't move… Can't feel my legs."
He chuckled, moving her across the bed so she could lay comfortably against his pillow, then he collapsed beside her, spooning her. He tiredly discarded his hoodie and his arms held her close,
She said, "Maybe we wouldn't be so sweaty if we took our clothes off before fucking."
"Ya know I ain't got the patience fer that."
His breath hit her ear as they lay in his bed, sending pleasing tingles along her shoulders and back. He was the first to fall asleep, though she wasn't far behind, letting the memories of their Christmas together lull her into slumber. Spending time with Lucas made it the best Christmas ever.