Page 30 of Shame
“Never.”
He laughs and closes the door behind him. Stopping right inside, his gaze travels over my body, and lingers on my tanned naked knees. The air in the room gets thicker. Someone has needs. I look at his groin, and I’m not wrong.
It’s my turn, and I can’t wait to see what he’s hiding there, because I’ve felt the impressive bulge and it makes my mouth water. He’s shy, and it’s absolutely adorable. I love it about him. I love that he’s so careful, so tender, so… loving.
“Do you…” he says as he chews on his lower lip, “want to read?”
“Sure. Come sit next to me.” I pat the mattress and fluff up the extra pillow. I feel devious. He’s not gonna get far with the reading. My mind is set on something else entirely.
Lucas picks up the book that lies in the windowsill and joins me on the bed. I sniff his shoulder.
“Is that smoke?”
He sniffs himself as he opens the book. “Yeah, a house was on fire a few blocks from where I live. I didn’t realize I caught the smell.”
“It smells nice, like a campfire.”
I picture us, sitting under the stars, huddled under a blanket as a fire crackles next to us. Then I nudge him.
“Read.”
He kisses the tip of my nose. “You’re so demanding, miss.”
“Mm-hmm and you love it.” I poke the book, then I let my hand fall on his stomach, enjoying the warmth through the fabric.
Lucas begins with the magic words, the words that take us far from here. I snuggle closer. I love listening to his deep rich voice. He could do this professionally, I’m sure of it. He could narrate audiobooks. It’s not a talent everyone possesses, but Lucas does.
As he reads, I slide my hand lower, along ripped muscles that my fingers itch to feel without any fabric in the way. I pinch at his shirt, pulling it up bit by bit until a sliver of soft skin reveals itself.
“Hey,” he says, “did you want me to read?”
“Shhh, keep reading.”
I slide the tips of my fingers back and forth along the warm, velvety patch, smiling as he twitches and stutters on the words. I’m transfixed by his growing bulge and my fingers find their way there on their own accord. He’s hard, and large. I cup his cock in my hand and squeeze. His hips buck and he gasps.
“Babe, I can’t focus.”
“Never mind me, hon. Keep reading.” I squeeze again, caressing back and forth along his length. “If you stop, I stop.”
“You’re evil,” he groans.
I smile and unbuckle his belt as I listen to his soothing voice, feeling it reverberate through his chest and belly, all the way down to my hand. I unzip and expose the contour of his long, thick cock, precum already soaking the front of his briefs. I stroke him, reveling in the way his breaths get erratic. I haven’t even started yet, and he’s almost losing it.
“Read,” I mumble, and move in, blowing on his naked belly before I plant the first kiss. He smells of smoke and late summer nights, of sandalwood and cedar. Pushing down his briefs, I free his eagerly arched cock and put my lips to its base. He’s got a thick tuft of blond hair, and I love that he’s natural. He feels so real in this weird world. He shouldn't be here. Sometimes I dare think I shouldn’t either. When I circle my fingers around his shaft and lick my way up to the head, Lucas grabs my hair and groans.
“Carmen!”
“What did I say?” I make my voice stern and smile as I circle my tongue around the velvety tip, sampling the little drops of sweet-salt. He exhales with a shudder and keeps reading. I gotta be honest, I haven’t really heard the last few minutes of the story. I rise on my elbows and slide down, taking him in deep, all the way to the base and stay there a few seconds.
He’s quiet again, his erratic breaths the only thing heard in the room.
I pull back and let my tongue slide around the head as I look up at him from under hooded eyelids. “Do you like it?”
“Like?” he gasps. “Motherf— You’re fucking amazing.”
“Read to me.”
“I can’t see the words!” he groans.
