affectionate - Chapter 20: Chapter 20

FALLON
Kitchen table sex only happened in movies. It was unsanitary and unrealistic and did not happen in real life, let alone happen somewhere as mundane as Melrose. And I was sure it would never happen to me either.
But, as Lucius worked my jeans off of my body along with my underwear only leaving me in my sweater, a giddy feeling passed through my body. He pushed me down onto my back, careful not to shove me down. He raised my sweater up to reveal my breasts, encased a bra that made Lucius pause and hook his finger underneath the strap only to let go and let it snap back against my skin. I jumped at the shock of the sting and looked him in his eye, silently asking why he did that.
"I love this color on you, baby." I'd wear blue every day for the rest of my life if it meant Lucius would look at me the way he was looking at me right now and call me baby in that same tone. Eventually my bra and the sweater were off, I was completely exposed to Lucius. Embarrassment threatened to ruin the moment but before I could think about it any longer Lucius was sucking on one of my nipples. His free hand held both of mine down against the table as he continued his assault but I wanted to touch him so bad, ever since the moment we shared in the bathroom I knew I needed my hands on his body.
"Lucius, let me touch you," He hummed and looked up at me through his lashes and the sight was enough to make me buck against his abdomen, needy for release. He let go of one of my hands and I sighed in relief, my fingers immediately tangling themselves in his hair, pulling and petting it while he continued to suck.
Once he was satisfied with his work he stood up and shucked his jeans off with ease along with his underwear. My fingers slipped free of his hair and the loss of contact made me exhale harshly. I closed my eyes, still not used to seeing his entire body completely naked and exposed. I heard him laugh before I felt his presence back over my body. He gripped my thighs to bring me closer to the edge of table and I wrapped my legs around his waist, trapping him in his spot. His fingers, sly and quiet, trailed down from my thighs to my stomach and finally down to my clit.
I moaned and arched into his touch, feeling incredibly sensitive since our last time together. I felt him push two fingers past my folds and gather my wetness before bringing it up my lips.
"Look how wet you are for me, why don't you taste it?" I opened my mouth to whine at his words and he took the chance to push his fingers inside my mouth. I swirled my tongue all around his rings, loving how they tasted. In typical Lucius fashion, he shoved his head in my neck and left a toe curling trail of hot kisses down to my collarbone and back up to my ear. The spot where he planned on marking me was licked over and over again all while he plunged his fingers in and out of my mouth and drew slow circles around my clit with his other hand. The pleasure was overwhelming and I felt myself close to the edge.
"Lucius—fuck—I'm close, don't stop," I mumbled around his fingers. My words brought his head out of my neck, his fingers out of my mouth, and his other fingers off of my clit. I cried out in frustration, tears already blurring my vision and making it hard to see.
"No please, I was so close, Lucius please—" The same two fingers I had been previously sucking on inched inside of me. My face screwed up in pleasure and I gripped onto Lucius's shoulders. His head was back in my neck again, hot breaths of air from his mouth wet and sticky on my throat. The coldness of his rings rubbed against my folds and added to the pleasure I was already feeling.
"Begging for my fingers, you're so cute." He was teasing me but I didn't care, he was pumping in and out of me so rough and fast that I couldn't keep up. I couldn't even if I wanted to with the way his free hand was forcing my hips into the table so I wouldn't move. My own hand came up to give attention to my forgotten breasts while the other one held on to Lucius's wrist as he fucked me with his fingers.
"You want me to stop?" I tensed underneath him and looked down at him, though it was hard to concentrate when I felt his fingers curl inside of me and hit the spot he knew drove me crazy.
"No—oh my god—right there," I threw my head back against the table and looked up at ceiling, stars invaded my vision and my stomach tightened.
"Then let go of my wrist," I immediately let it go and buried my fingers in his hair, shoving him further into my neck.
"Lu-Lucius I'm gonna—" His lips cut my sentence off and my legs squished his wrist in between my thighs as I came undone underneath him. My body tensed and I jerked uncontrollably, I moaned into his mouth and he ate up every noise I made. He broke our kiss and tried to back away but I instantly wrapped my arms around his neck to keep him from going far. I opened my eyes and searched his face as he searched mine. He dragged a few of his fingers down my cheek and I leaned into the touch.
"I've pictured you just like this before, your hair spread out beneath you, breathing all ragged and body completely exposed to me, ready for me to do whatever it is that I want." I sighed and kissed his chin twice before moving to his jaw and trailing my lips all the way down to his collarbone where I sucked hard enough to leave my own mark because I knew what was coming next and I knew I wouldn't have enough energy or strength to do this after we were done.
"And what is it that you want, Lucius?" I breathed into the skin under his ear. I felt him shudder against me and I smiled into the crook of his neck.
"To fuck you against this table until you cannot say anything but "Lucius". And then I will mark you so no one else can have you like this." He gently removed my arms from his neck and leaned the rest of the way up. I would never get used to how...thick he was. I almost couldn't believe it fit inside of me.
"No one else could have me like this even if they tried, my body would reject it." Lucius used one arm to hold himself up on the table and the other to guide his tip to my entrance. I held my breath in anticipation.
"It isn't enough," He ran his tip from my clit to my entrance and I moaned in protest at the obvious teasing.
"I want them to know who your body is rejecting them for." He pushed himself in, slow and while maintaining eye contact with me. We were past verbal communication, if it was hurting he'd know and I was kind of glad for it because I couldn't do anything except helplessly moan, words were not a thing that existed in my head anymore. The stretch didn't hurt so bad this time around. It was as if my body already committed his size to memory and made the proper adjustments for him.
When he was fully in he looked in my eyes that were miraculously still open. I loved when his eyes were so wide and blown that they didn't even look blue anymore. It was nice to know I made him just as feral as he made me.
"Move," I whispered, and Lucius wasted no time in moving in and out of me at a mind numbing pace. I whimpered every time he brushed the spot inside of me that always sent me over the edge. I knew he was doing it on purpose too.
"Harder—oh shit," Lucius was always so good at following directions during sex, it was times like these when my hatred for him was nonexistent and instead, enjoyed the fact that he was so perfect. He went harder and faster and soon the table was hitting the counter behind it over and over again with each thrust.
"Fuck, Fallon you are so fucking—so fucking good, you feel so good around me baby, you're doing so well." I keened at the praise and brought his free hand up to my lips to leave kisses all over it. I kissed every square inch of his hand and fingers before resting my cheek in it. He brushed his thumb back and forth on the apple of my cheek before leaning down and kissing it. He connected our foreheads together and kissed my nose before moving to my neck.
"I'll only do it if you're ready, Fallon. We can wait longer if—" I shook my head and hooked my thighs around his waist causing him to finally hit that spot inside of me.
"I'm—fuck—ready, it's o-okay you can do i-it." He huffed into my neck and slid his hand on my cheek to the back of my head to guide my face into his shoulder.
"Bite me if you need to scream." I nodded against him and wrapped my arms around his neck again. It was taking everything in me not to moan or scream his name, I didn't want to scare him out of doing this even though they were moans of pleasure. I wanted to get it over with.
He licked that familiar spot of skin he'd been licking against for almost a month. I felt his fangs scrape against it and my stomach caved in which made me accidentally clench around Lucius who hissed into my neck at the feeling.
I was going to apologize but suddenly a pain far greater than my measly rejection burns coursed through my body. I cried out, in pain this time, and bit Lucius's shoulder. My nails dug into his neck, and after this was all said and done there would definitely be little crescents stamped into his skin. It was like the air in the room had been sucked out, leaving me with nothing to breathe in. My lungs burned and my neck throbbed at the site of the bite. The whole thing only lasted a couple of seconds—thirty at most—he wasn't drinking my blood but it hurt so much more than that. I writhed in agony against him, voice box definitely in shambles. I knew I was screaming but I couldn't hear it, all I heard was blood rushing in my ears and sound of the table still hitting the wall.
Lucius kissed over the spot so many times I lost count. It hurt but the feeling of him still thrusting inside of me was overpowering the hurt and I quickly realized why he wanted to do it during sex. I wasn't sure how I lasted so long but finally my stomach contracted and I tensed underneath him.
"Lucius—" My eyes closed just in time as he started going faster again.
"I know, c'mon, you got it, you got it baby." His voice was shot too, deep and fading in and out. He pressed kisses everywhere his mouth was able to reach: on my lips, my cheeks, my nose, my forehead, the top of my head, my neck, my chest, everywhere. I almost cried at how soft he was being.
"Lucius—!" I came hard around him, jerking and squeezing his neck under my fingers. My orgasm tore through me without mercy and forgotten was the painful bite mark on my neck. In its place was pleasure and ecstasy, my toes curled and I didn't even have enough energy to moan. Short breaths was all I was able to get out.
I laid back on the table and Lucius followed my movements, he didn't stop giving me kisses on my neck, even as his own orgasm hit him and fell flush on top of me. I shivered after a specific kiss of his was planted on top of my new mark. It was sensitive and I could tell it was going to take a while to heal.
"Lucius," I didn't even know why I was saying his name. There was nothing on my mind, I was tired and sleep was the only thing I wanted, not conversation.
"I know, baby. I'm sorry," He pulled out and I cringed at the feeling. My entire body was spent, my back hurt from being on an uncomfortable table for so long, my pelvis ached and would probably be stiff for the next couple of days, and the cherry on top was the constant pounding in my neck. I felt a migraine coming on and suddenly all the lights were too bright and the sounds outside were too loud.
"I don't feel good," I mumbled. Lucius hummed and hoisted himself up off the table. I prepared myself for the emptiness that I knew followed the loss of contact but it never came. I sighed happily, at least I wouldn't feel like an incomplete hollow shell anymore.
"I'll run you a bath." I threw my arm over my eyes as Lucius scooped me up off the table. Once in his arms, I tucked my head under his chin and his kissed his adam's apple.
I could endure a little pain if it meant I was guaranteed moments like this for the rest of my life.