As the limo drove Lucas and me to the gorgeous private villa, I couldn't stop thinking about the sex he, Derek and I shared a couple of days ago. It was the hottest sex I'd ever had.
I leaned my head against the window as the thoughts crowded my mind. How he'd kissed me like he was out of breath and my lips were oxygen, or how he'd ordered Derek to fuck me into screaming his name at the top of my lungs.
I could still feel the way Lucas's hands moved around my body, the way he fingered me, and even the way he whispered my name as if it were the only word that mattered.
I could still feel the weight of him and Derek, the heat of his kisses, the way he'd taken his time to make sure I was completely satisfied with another man that wasn't him.
I flushed at the memory, wondering why I was feeling so jittery about sex. I'd been with plenty of people before Lucas, yet nothing compared to that one incredible experience with him and Derek.
A part of me resented just how much I'd enjoyed it. This marriage--one I had been so determined to hate and abhor--was beginning to feel less repulsive than I wanted it to be.
But as I glanced at Lucas sitting beside me, admiring how strong his jawline and how impeccable his posture was, I came to a startling realization: I didn't hate him.
He turned to me suddenly, catching me staring.
"What?" he asked, a small grin poking the corner of his lips.
I looked away quickly, my cheek heating up. "Nothing."
Lucas chuckled. "I caught you staring."
I scoffed. "I was looking out your side of the window."
No matter how intimate we'd gotten, I still liked playing the role of the wife who completely hated his guts.
Finally, we pulled into the private villa, and it was even more breathtaking than I had imagined. Lucas had insisted it would be a surprise, but my curiosity had gotten the better of me, and I had snooped online. Even so, the pictures hadn't done it justice.
Apparently, we were one of only three couples granted the privilege of staying in this exclusive villa, and the thought of having uninterrupted time alone with Lucas sent a thrill through me.
I reached for the car door, eager to step outside and take it all in, but before I could, Lucas pulled me back. I let out a startled gasp as I tumbled onto his lap, my hands bracing against his chest.
His arms wrapped around me, holding me firmly in place, his lips mere inches from mine.
"You've been avoiding me," he teased.
I swallowed, feeling my body betraying me already.
"I don't think I have," I started.
"Don't lie to me," Lucas murmured, his voice getting deeper and darker. "You've barely looked me in the eye since our wedding night. What's going on?
For one, he looked genuinely concerned, which was very shocking. And secondly, how could I tell him that every time I thought about that night, my cheeks burned, and I found my fingers reaching down to my pussy to try to recreate a little bit of the passion from that night.
"I--" I started, but he interrupted me.
"Did you not enjoy it?"
"I don't know," I whispered, not knowing how to say it. I didn't want to let my last shred of bravado completely crumble.
"I don't believe you," Lucas said, moving closer, his hand tightening around my waist. "Tell me why."
Fuck it. If he wanted to know so badly, then I'd tell him. After all, he was my husband now. What was the worst that could happen?
"It's because of how you..." I trailed off, not knowing how to put it in words.
"How I what?" Lucas pressed, his lips brushing slightly against my ear, his breath hot and tearing. "I want to hear it."
It was hard concentrating on anything when his hand was sliding down to cup my ass. My body betrayed me, and a soft moan escaped my lips as his hands squeezed the cheeks.
"How you and Derek fucked me," I finally let out.
Lucas's hand stopped what it was doing as he looked at me in amusement. "That's what this is all about? You're avoiding me because you can't stop thinking about how I made Derek fuck you?"
I could feel the heat creeping up my neck, my entire body flushing red, so I remained silent. When he put it like that, my reaction seemed almost childish--silly, even.
"You don't have to avoid me. We're married now. If you want me, you can just ask. I'm all yours. Besides, I haven't fucked you in a while."
I'm all yours.
His words echoed in my mind, looping over and over. Before I could process them--before I could even think of a response--his lips crashed against mine, hard and hungry, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, fighting for control. His hands slid under my dress, pushing it upwards so it was pooled over my waist.
"But we don't have to wait until we get to our private suite," he whispered, his fingers slipping under my panties. "We can recreate that night right now. In my limo."
The mere thought of doing it here, in his car, right outside the villa, sent a rush of heat through my body. He didn't want to wait until we reached our suite--he wanted me now.
That was undeniably hot.
A loud moan escaped my lips as his fingers found my entrance, sliding through my wetness with ease. He teased me, his thumb circling my swollen clit.
"God, you're already so wet for me, June," he groaned in my ear, kissing my shoulder. "You've been thinking about me, haven't you? About my finger and cock buried deep inside your pussy, right?"
I whimpered at his words, my head falling against his shoulder, but he didn't stop rubbing circles on my clit.
"I bet you've touched yourself thinking about this," he continued. "Tell me the truth. Have you touched yourself thinking about me?"
I moaned a response, my brain too blurry to even give a verbal response.
"Answer me! Did you wish it was me and not Derek filling you up again?"
"Yes," I moaned, my hands gripping his shoulders as my hips bucked against his hand.
"Good girl."
With that, he slid a finger into my wetness and being the desperate slut I was, I began to bounce up and down his fingers, feeling it go deeper into me.
Lucas slid two more fingers inside me, stretching me deliciously and deepening the intensity of the moment. A sharp cry tore from my lips as he pumped his fingers in and out.
"I love hearing you moan, sweetheart. I want to know how much you need me in you."
