His Absolute Betrayal - Elise's Love Story: The Billionaire's Continuum (#2) (A Contemporary Romance Novel) (3 page)

"I didn't mean to," I said.  Except, oh no, I'd definitely meant to.  "I mean, I did.  I wanted you to.  I wanted to make you cum.  For me.  I just... maybe it was too fast?  I don't know.  I didn't mean to do it like that, but I wanted it so badly and I'm sorry if I made you mad."

He shook his head.  Smiling at me, he kissed me, soft and quick.  "I'm not mad," he said.

"I didn't mean to embarrass you," I said.  "If it was too fast, that is.  I just... Lucent, I
wanted
it so much.  I wanted you so badly, but I wanted you like that.  I..."

"I enjoyed it," Lucent said.  "Make no mistake, Miss Tanner, I thoroughly enjoyed that.  It wasn't what I was expecting, but I'd be remiss to say I didn't want it.  Unfortunately, I want more.  I'm entirely uncertain if
want
is the correct word, actually.  I need you.  I need to be inside of you.  I need to feel you."

I fell against him, laying my head on his chest.  I listened to him, to his words and his heartbeat combined.

"You wanted me, you wanted to make me cum with your hands," he said.  "Now, I want you.  I want your orgasm, too.  I'm going to have it, Miss Tanner.  It's only fair, don't you think?  If you refuse to give it to me—"  he moved his legs and his lower body, slowly sliding out of me.  "I'm going to take it."

With that, he thrust back in.  I bounced upwards, losing my balance.  I thought I would fall, not just off of Lucent, but off of everything.  I didn't know if I believe in gravity anymore.  I'd remained grounded for my entire life, but maybe I was wrong.  Maybe gravity didn't exist and I really was about to go spiraling off into space at any moment. That was a decent approximation of how I felt.

I didn't, though.  I wasn't sure if it was because of gravity or because of Lucent's hands holding my hips steady.  I lost his heartbeat; I couldn't hear it anymore.  My cheek wasn't on his chest any longer, with my head and my upper body slightly in the air.  I had my hands pressed against his upper body, palms steady there, fingers grabbing into his suitcoat and his shirt.  I didn't want that, I wanted regular Lucent, "just having woken up" Lucent, bare-chested Lucent.  I didn't have him, though, I had "suit after sleeping in a library" Lucent.

Fortunately for me, I liked Lucent any way I could get him.  I might have had certain distinct preferences, but... well...

He thrust into me hard and fast.  I gave in to his movements, letting them become a part of me.  He went so fast and fierce and strong, and I supposed he could, because I'd basically given him free reign to do so, didn't I?  I thought he needed time to refresh and relax after I brought him to climax, but in hindsight maybe I'd just given him the ability to postpone his next orgasm for a lot longer.

I didn't know how that worked.  I didn't care how that worked.  All I knew right now was that Lucent was hellbent on claiming my orgasm, and I doubted I could stop him.

I surged.  My body surged.  I felt something strong and powerful building inside me, but it was different.  Usually what I felt was my own, but somehow this time it wasn't.  I couldn't explain that.  I didn't have thoughts to explain it.  Lucent thrust into me, his hips moving up and down with rapid, thumping pounds.  I still wore my dress; we both still wore our clothes.  My breasts wanted to bounce free, but they were contained by my bra and my dress and even somewhat by Lucent's chest so close to my own.  The cloth of my panties scraped and rubbed against my clit with each of Lucent's thrusts, and the front of his pants and his shirt dragged at my clothes, pulling and pushing and sending frantic rubbing circles of friction this way and that.

I felt like maybe neither of us was entirely in control.  I wasn't in control of anything at the moment, that was for sure.  Lucent was in slightly more control, but not exactly.  He gave in to primitive lust and instinctive need, becoming reckless and lawless because of it.

My orgasm built up fast, then faster.  I didn't mean to give it to him, but I wanted to give it to him, too.  Indomitable, irresistible, he claimed me as his.  Somehow his insatiable lust overwhelmed my own desires.  Previously, I had won, but now I was losing; I was lost.  I accepted my defeat.

My body tightened and tensed, squirming for freedom that I didn't know how to give it.  I wanted to orgasm, to offer my climax to Lucent, but it stuck there, refusing to begin.  It built up more, further, tighter, faster.  I should, I should have, but I wasn't.  I felt it, strong and hot and heavy.  There was a strange feeling alongside it, though, like a cage trapping my building pleasure.  My arousal and lust kept growing, but the cage stayed the same size.  My heat and ecstasy pressed against the invisible bars and constraints, trying to force its way through, but to no avail.

Until suddenly I gave in.  I didn't even know I was doing it until it happened.  My orgasm blazed through me and I let out a scream of indignant pleasure.  Lucent kept thrusting into me, relentless, forcing me into higher peaks of passion.  I felt him in me and I clutched and squeezed against him, but he refused to be contained.  He wanted to control me, and I understood it in a different sort of way.  It was intoxicating to be the one in control.  It was awe-inducing.  It was so much.  It was everything.

He had me.  He took me and controlled me and owned me.  I gave myself to him, my body and my ecstasy becoming his.  He accepted them, gladly.  My pussy sucked onto his cock, pulling it into me even as he thrust deep inside me, and I tried to hold him in there when he withdrew.  Over and over, greedy, squeezing.  With one final thrust, he drove into me as deep as he could and forced me into complete submission.

His cock swelled, just as it had before.  I remembered it in my hands, and now I felt it inside me, his cum crashing into my innermost depths.  He filled me and dominated me, and it wasn't just about BDSM or control, but something more than that.  I didn't need him to spank me in order to give myself to him, and he didn't need to tie me to his bed in order to take me.  Those things were certainly fun and nice, but there were simpler methods that were just as effective.

It was just us, just thoughts.  Submission was a perspective, like a different point of view.  If I accepted it, if I placed myself into it, then everything Lucent did to me was domination in a different sort of way.  If he accepted a dominant point of view, and I agreed to submit, then...

I did.  He did.  We did.  That was it.

It was one of the most beautiful and amazing moments of my life.  Not just now, but all of it.  The realization of it.  It made me feel so small, but then so big.  It made me feel very strong even when I felt weak.

I wanted to bask in it and savor it, for now and for always.  My orgasm dwindled, first sweltering, then steaming, and now simmering softly.  I thought Lucent was probably in a similar state of being, but I didn't know.  He'd surprised me before, so perhaps he had more surprises, too?  I would like that, I would let him.  If he did, at least, but if he didn't, I liked that, too.  I just wanted to lay there and cuddle with him.

I kissed him and he kissed me and we kissed, just that.

"Um... hey... Elise?"

That... was not Lucent.  My head snapped to the side.  What the heck?  Oh.  Uh... we were in the library, weren't we?  And that was Margaret, standing there, looking more than a little confused.

"I mean, you know," she said.  "If you guys want to have sex, I guess that's cool?  You kept your clothes on, so there's that, right?  Um... but I was just about to uh... you know?  Open the library?  The alarm wasn't on.  Weird.  Then I heard you.  You're kind of loud.  Must have been good sex, huh?  I wish I had good sex like that.  This is sort of awkward."

"Hey, Margaret," I said.

Careful, scooting upwards, I kept Lucent's crotch hidden with the skirt of my dress while he slipped out of me.  He reached beneath my skirt and slipped his softening cock back into his pants, then zipped and buttoned them up.

"Yeah, so," she said.  "You're in the library.  How'd that happen?"

"Sorry," I said.  "We stayed here overnight.  There was a good reason, though."

"Sure?  I guess?"  She tilted her head to the side when I moved off of Lucent and the both of us stood up.  "What about the sex part?  I mean, I don't want to pry, but was there a good reason for that, too?"

Lucent started to say something, but I stopped him.  "Yes," I said.  "I was kind of horny."

"Oh," Margaret said.

"Maybe the middle of the library wasn't the best place, though."

"We do apologize," Lucent said.

"Well, it sounded intense, at least, so I guess that's good," Margaret said.  “Go big or go home, right?  I think that's what they say, and you're not home right now, so...”

I laughed.  This wasn't supposed to be funny, but I laughed.

Leaving Lucent's side, I scurried over to Margaret.  Whispering to her, though not altogether quiet, I said, "Margaret, you have no idea.  It was amazing.  Lucent came twice.  We didn't even stop.  Did you know that was possible?  I didn't know it was possible."

"No way," Margaret said.  "Are you serious?  The guys I've been with are done after one.  Not even just done, but like, falling asleep.  I don't think this is fair."

"I don't know if it's fair," I said, "but I liked it."

"Excuse me, ladies?" Lucent said.

"Yes?" I asked, smiling sweetly.

"Do you have any friends or a brother or someone you can introduce me to, Lucent?" Margaret asked.

I laughed.  Lucent was slightly less amused.

"Unfortunately not," he said.  "And, I do apologize for invading your library, Miss Mitchell.  Extenuating circumstances led us here."

"Like what?" she asked.

"We're on the run," I said.  "I think someone's after us."

"What, no.  Really?"

I shrugged.  "Probably not."

Lucent glared.  "Can we discuss this over coffee?" he asked.  "May I suggest we go to your library's cafeteria nook so Miss Tanner and I can better explain the situation."

Margaret shrugged.  "Sure.  I'm not cleaning that bean bag up, though.  You might want to do that before you leave, because I don't know how I'm going to explain it to Rob if you don't."

"Fine," Lucent said.

"I'll do it," I offered.

"Thanks, Elise," Margaret said.  "You're awesome."

Lucent nodded in agreement.  "I appreciate it, Miss Tanner.  Thank you."

I grabbed the bean bag and held it up, careful not to cause any unneeded mess.  I didn't even know how that had happened in the first place.  Or, maybe I did.  It wasn't my fault, so much as Lucent's fault, which was maybe my fault in more ways than one, and... that was fine.  I still remembered the surprised look on his face when he started to cum and his cock twitched and jerked and flexed in my hand.  Oh, yes, that was a delicious look.

"I'll take this to the restroom," I said.  "Lucent can probably explain better than me, so you both go on ahead.  Can I get a cup of coffee, though?  With two creamers and one sugar, please?"

"Sure thing," Margaret said.

They left, and I left, too.  I didn't know what was going to happen now, or what sort of day I'd woken up to, but it was certainly interesting, now wasn't it?

I didn't think Lucent and I made that much of a mess.  Honestly, it seemed like the bean bag was fine.  I mean, yes, we probably shouldn't have had sex on it, or slept on it.  And, really, we shouldn't have been in the library in the first place, but we were, and we had, and we... had.  We'd done all of that, and we were here, so I couldn't do much about it after the fact, now could I?

I drenched a paper towel in hand sanitizer from the bathroom and wiped off every conceivable inch of the bean bag.  I didn't want anyone getting the wrong idea, and while I appreciated and enjoyed the faint scent leftover from my sexual escapades with Lucent, I doubted the bean bag was an appropriate place for it.

Preferably it lingered in Lucent's bed, while we laid in it on a lazy weekend morning, half covered by sheets, with the other halves of our body covered in sweat and arousal.  Breathing hard, laying close together and looking up at the ceiling, admiring everything about our body's sexual consummation.  That sounded nice.

Unfortunately, that wasn't possible right now, so it didn't matter what I thought sounded nice.  I carried the bean bag back to the children's section of the library, plopping it down near a tiny stage area where librarian's read books to an audience every now and again, then I went in search of Margaret and Lucent.

They were easy to find.  The library had a little kitchen nook area, with circle kitchenette tables, and a few vending machines with healthy food options.  On a counter off to the side sat a Keurig machine with an assortment of K-Cups, and a mini-fridge with day old sandwiches donated by one of the local grocery stores.  Unfortunately, the fridge was empty, the vending machine looked almost out of stock, and the K-Cup choices were sparse.

Lucent and Margaret sipped at some coffee, while Lucent tended to another cup for me.  I sat next to him in a rickety barstool-like chair and he offered me the extra cup of coffee.  I took it, smiling.

"Hey, so," Margaret said.  "That's crazy, huh?"

"What's crazy?" I asked.

"I may have forgotten to tell her all of the details," Lucent said.

I took a sip of my coffee.  I assumed that if Lucent hadn't told me, it must not be that big of a deal.

"Huh?" Margaret said.  "You didn't tell her that the police are searching for you?"

I wasn't sure if I was thankful for swallowing my sip of coffee before she said that, or if I would have preferred spitting it out instead.  I choked on the steaming liquid forcing its way down my throat.  Coughing and hacking, I shoved my coffee to the middle of the table and tried to stand.  Lucent was next to me, then with me, on me, rubbing my back firmly.

I gasped, swallowed, choked, swallowed again, then somehow managed to regain some of my composure.  Tears stung my eyes and my throat hurt, but at least I wasn't coughing.

"The police?" I asked, my voice harsh, both from having just choked in surprise and probably because I wasn't too happy at this revelation.  Was I the last person to know about this?