Care to Command

40 Good Morning

I'm asleep on my side when a glimpse of awareness slips in, reminding me I'm not alone in bed.

Consumed with unconsciousness, I'm too lazy to recognize the presence of body behind me. I'm in peace. Not willing to wake up yet.

A muscular, strong arm envelops my waist and rudely slides me back. My pulse quickens, but I keep my eyes closed, prioritizing more sleep.

My butt meets a stiff bulge, instantly wiring me from a zero to a hundred. Arousal ignites like a flame on a hay stack. But I refuse to budge. I'm not ready yet.

Tender kisses meet the slope of my neck. My core coils in response, fastening my breaths. Ugh... decisions... to sleep or not to sleep. I whine in protest.

I'm turned on my back and kissed on the lips, which thankfully that doesn't require open eyes. I sort of participate, lifting my hand... or not... maybe I'm snoring.

I suck in a sharp breath with an arch on my back when Lucas cups between my legs. Okay, I'm awake. Hundred percent awake with sudden, life-threatening need.

My eyes open to Lucas's grumpy morning face. Propped on his forearm, he greets me with an unhappy stare, before returning his mouth on my throat, kissing down my chest.

I'm bending my knees and squirming non-stop, not knowing how to deal with these rising sensations. Growing desperate, craning my neck, pulling him close. More, needing more.

He lifts my shirt and kisses my breasts, swirling his tongue over them, making me moan. I realize suddenly that it's broad daylight, people go to church, birds chirp, kids ride bicycles, yet here I am being a pornstar. Feeling embarrassed, I pull my shirt down.

Nope. The shirt gets yanked off, thrown somewhere, leaving me splayed under him in nothing but underwear.

He's kissing every inch, breathing heavy but controlled, making me wonder how long he's been awake or whether he's slept at all.

"Good morning... " I cheekily greet, looking down at his messy hair and slightly puffy face.

My niceness is ignored. Lucas harshly sucks my nipple in his mouth and I cry out in surprise from his teeth. He lifts his black lashes, chestnut eyes warning me to stay still.

I drink him in as he moves down my stomach, slow and possessive with an undertone of threat. A predator claiming a prey.

The muscles on his tattooed back flex with every movement, neck low as he feasts on my flesh, nibbling and licking above my lace. When his fingers wrap around the fabric, my eyes go wide and I grasp them.

"In this harsh daylight? I can't." I whisper, flushing red. I don't mean to be insecure, but come on. Every flaw is on full display.

Lucas sits up between my legs with unbothered grace, like I just foolishly interrupted something none of my business.

"Take your hands away."

His voice is hauntingly calm. I hesitantly keep my fingers wrapped.

"Now."

Tentatively, I release my hold, eyes on him like a deer stuck in headlights. He doesn't even look my way. With unbearable patience, he slides my panties off, skyrocketing my nerves.

He releases a deep, low breath and caresses his hands from the narrow dip of my waist to my hips... my thighs... over my knees... slowly spreading them apart. I clench them shut.

Lucas jerks them open, making me whimper, and lowers on his forearms. My mouth parts with arousal and shame, I don't know whether to look or to close my eyes. I cover myself.

He bites my inner thigh, making me cry out. "Let go."

I raise my hand to my stomach and choke like a fish out of water as he takes his precious time kissing my inner thighs.

By the time his tongue slides on my swollen, throbbing ache, I'm so out of breath that my vision goes black and my eyes roll to the back of my head.

He has no mercy, circling his wet, hot tongue over my sensitive spot, building the tension, burdening for an unbearable release.

"Oh my God!" I moan when he closes his mouth around it and sucks it in.

My head lifts in shock at how he manipulates. He watches my reactions, eyes cold with entitled possession.

That look alone makes me want to beg, murdering the last hold of restraint. He does it again and again. I get louder and louder. Losing control, dissolving into matter. A floating hurricane. An object to violate.

He sucks in harder and releases with a loud pop, making me moan in disbelief. I sit up on my elbows, face red, legs trembling.

Lucas hums with greedy appetite, eyeing his work with stern attention. He lifts his finger and lowers his mouth, and I nearly combust from what's about to happen.

I yank the pillow under my head and toss it aside. Such luxury is not fit for a dirty slut. I need to be helpless and flat on my back.

Lucas glides a finger inside, swirling his tongue. I'm so loud that I pull back before our ears go deaf, but he doesn't let. He yanks me back on his mouth, gripping my hip with one hand, spreading my thigh with the other.

I cover my mouth, tears in my eyes. He chains my wrists over my stomach without a break.

"Scream. I don't fucking care." He bites my thigh and goes faster.

"Oh.... fuck... " I whimper, throat constricting into a docile mess. "Please... "

He watches me unfazed. My mouth waters, skin tingles, breaths shorten. I'm moaning, whimpering, crying out loud. He fingers, licks, and sucks, until every cell drops in a roller-coaster high.

I drown in sparkling black space. Vibrating in clenched, incoherent bliss. Clueless of where I am, what I'm doing, what day it is.

When the tension subsides, I'm back to where I started. Unable to move or open my eyes.

But this... this makes sleep officially pathetic.

"Good morning." Lucas chuckles.

~ A/N ~
I had initially planned to write a 'little' bit of this, then go to actual events, but somehow it took an entire chapter. I hope it was worth it.