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Stellar Mistakes
By : Rhov
Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail
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Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail nor do I make money from this fanfic.
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Chapter 10
From the Rain into the Shower
One minute, they were making out heavily in Loke's sports car. Then Lucy was breathless, fixing her clothes, and he was driving like a wildcat chasing its prey, speeding along wet roads. Before Lucy's heart had time to slow down, the engine was off, Loke opened the door for her, his arm was around her shoulder, and they were walking through the front door of a luxury high-rise apartment.
They went into an elevator, and he practically attacked her right there. Or maybe she was the one who attacked him. It was hard to tell anymore who was hunter and who was prey. She had his tie in her hand, pulling him forward, and he had her pinned to the wall, his hips already making motions as if ready to take her right there.
As soon as the doors opened again, they stopped and pulled apart with naughty smiles at one another. Loke grabbed her hand to yank her forward to an apartment. He unlocked the door, but at that point he let go of her hand and took a few steps away. At least here, he would not just yank her inside. It had to be her choice.
"Please come in," he offered, being a gentleman at last.
Lucy stepped past the threshold and looked around. A part of her was in awe to see the place where Loke lived. He closed the door and moved to embrace her, but he paused at feeling her skin.
"You're freezing." A sensual smile came to his lips. "Come with me."
Lucy lost her sense of reality. Was it a dream? No, yet it seemed impossible to believe that she was here, in his apartment, and he was guiding her with a hungry look in his eyes.
Loke took her hand and pulled her along to a large bathroom. Once she was inside, he closed the door behind them and turned the shower on. Lucy's mind went into a panic.
'Oh God, this is bad. We all know where this leads to next. I can't … I need to think. What am I doing here? I should go. He's my boss. He's looking into a fiancée. I'm a nobody compared to him. He's worlds above me.'
The hot water made a relaxing sound as it flowed from the shower head. Loke removed his suit coat and vest, then turned to her. His hair was sticking up a little from where Lucy's hands had clutched at his scalp while they were making out. He looked disheveled, wild, sexy, a Lion ready to take his Lioness.
Lucy felt her blouse sticking to her skin due to the steam filling the room. Slowly, wordlessly, Loke reached for the buttons of her shirt. She watched, not stopped him, not wanting to ever stop. She realized he was gazing at her, maybe looking for the slightest hesitation, the faintest hint that she did not want this.
She did. Dear God, she did!
She was not just passively letting him do what he pleased, though. She sensed keenly that he was reading her. She was the one instructing him. With sighs, with twists of her body, with subtle looks, she was the boss here, and he was obeying her wishes.
Neither said a word as he undressed her with the patience of a sculptor working on a masterpiece.
'Why is he doing this? Before, on that night, he said it was because he thought I looked cute at the bar. But now … why?'
Maybe he really was reading her so closely, because just then he finished the last buttoned and slid his hands over her skin to push the blouse off.
"I just want you," he whispered, and his lips began to flutter over her bare shoulders. He reached back, and whereas the blouse came off with slow, methodical movements, here it took one quick flick, and then the bra was practically torn from her. She briefly saw it flying through the air.
As Lucy felt Loke's fingers caressing her breasts, she finally let out a shivering moan.
"Nngh…"
She looked up. He had taken his fogged-up glasses off, and she saw his green eyes, narrow, predatory, devouring her as he watched every expression she made. As she gasped again, a smile of amusement and awe lit up his face. He leaned in, their lips pressed together, and his arms wrapped around her in a sensual embrace.
As he pulled back, Lucy let out a whine, already wanting more. Oh, she knew she wanted more!
Loke opened his mouth, maybe he was saying something, but it was too quiet for her. She heard nothing but the loud hiss of the shower. He ran his hands over her body again, admiring it. Lucy had enough. She wanted to touch him as well. She grabbed his tie and yanked it off, and her eyes held a silent command.
Undress!
Her … commanding her boss! There was a thrill to it.
He practically tore his fine shirt off, she shimmied out of her skirt and pantyhose, he undid his belt and zipper, and Lucy yanked his pants and boxers down in one demanding pull. Oh, she wanted to play there right now, but he took her chin to pull her up before she could begin. She rose obediently, and he pressed her backward into the shower. Their naked bodies thrummed together as the hot water poured down on their heads.
"Lucy," he groaned as they both gave way to passion.
The chill of the rain turned to heat from the shower and from his hands. As he pressed up against her, she felt his excitement, his lust, and it teased her. He could have angled differently to pierce her, she could have hiked her leg up and allowed him in, but they were in no rush. He just needed to feel her heat, and she needed to feel his touch.
They kissed deeply, messily, until he leaned over, attacking first her neck, along her shoulder, and down to her breasts. Lucy's fingers clung to him, scratching into his back, as Loke sucked up a nipple. He teased her, twisted with his fingers, licked and suckled, until she felt ready to explode. Right as she was prepared to beg, his hand went down, and two fingers plunged into her. He knew precisely where to stroke inside, and Lucy howled as her body quivered.
She could not believe that was all it took. She was so wound up, needing it so desperately, and especially since it was him. She could not fool herself; as much as she had said to herself that she would put that one-night stand behind her, there were just enough memories to make her touch herself late at night with the image of Loke in that hotel room thrusting into her with need.
She admired him … but now she desired him.
"So soon?" he asked in a teasing voice. He began to pull his fingers back.
"No." Lucy grabbed his wrist to hold him still. "Not yet."
Loke snarled with lust. "Was it too quick? Do you want me to touch you more?"
She blushed that he was making her admit to it, but she nodded.
"You are such a tease," he muttered, and his fingers moved in and out of her again.
"You're … nngh … one to talk."
His mouth alternated, sometimes down on her breasts, sometimes on her mouth, sometimes nuzzling into her neck and shoulder, where she felt teeth but never anything painful. It was more like playful nips from a cat than the chomp of a predator. One hand twisted and tugged at her nipple while the other stroked inside, rubbing right where she needed it, over and over.
"Breasts … more," she pleaded, tightening up with desperate need.
He obeyed happily, and when his teeth lightly scraped along her already swollen nipple, Lucy felt her muscles spasming deep inside.
"Oh God!" she howled, and her head threw back as her legs nearly gave way.
"Dammit, I'm not waiting," Loke growled. He pulled his fingers out, grabbed her leg, and pulled it up, steadying her with his other hand so she could stand on one leg. "Please tell me you want it."
"Yes!" she cried out.
Her consent was all he needed, and he thrust in. Lucy gasped as she was pinned to the wall by powerful hips. He was wide, much longer than her previous boyfriends, filling her until she felt like she could not take more.
"You are such a perfect fit," Loke said, and he pressed all the way in. "Damn, even better now. You're tighter than before."
Than before? It vaguely dawned on Lucy, this was their second time. She still did not fully remember her first time with him; however, this time around she was responsive and aware, although he was thrusting into her so fast and hard, she felt like passing out.
"Dammit, a condom!" He pulled out and began to turn to go, but Lucy grabbed him. He almost stumbled on the wet tiles, but he turned back to her. "What? We need one, right?"
"Let me…" She felt too embarrassed to say it outright, but she dropped to her knees to show what she meant.
"Oh fuck," Loke groaned.
She was stunned to hear him cuss like that. She had always thought he was so refined, but even someone like him could curse so strongly.
Loke hesitated, almost looking scared, but he did not back away. He caressed her cheek and combed wet hair out of her way.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
She nodded coyly. "If you want it," she added, giving him a peck on the tip.
"I would be a fool to tell you no," he said, sounding breathless already.
As her mouth wrapped around him and her hand stroked what could not fit, Loke smoothed her hair back and kept the water out of her eyes. She was pretty certain they had not done this last time, especially with how hesitant Loke seemed to be about allowing it. Was it not something he particularly liked?
"Oh God, Lucy, that's so good," he moaned.
Nope, more like something he knew he was weak at.
"Can you stroke faster?"
She hummed, as if telling him she could, but she did not want to yet.
"Tease," he whispered in complaint and awe.
Lucy took her time, wanting to taste him, wanting to remember all of this. She felt his fingers clutching, almost pulling her hair. She reached around to feel his butt, gave it a squeeze, and pulled him in to be even deeper.
"Oh … God, Lucy!"
She listened to every sharp suck of air, every groan, every nearly-silent curse. She gazed up along the whole length of his body, like standing at the base of a grand skyscraper and gazing toward the highest level. He was tall and lean and so perfect in her eyes.
Finally, her languid pace was too much. "Lucy, please! I don't want to hurt your throat."
He was holding back. Lucy decided she could give him what he wanted. Her mouth bobbed faster and her hand stroked all the way to the base and back up, faster, deeper. Although he was trying to hold himself back for her sake, as she heard his breathing becoming frantic, she felt his hips thrusting on their own.
"Shit … Lucy … now!"
It was a warning, but she wanted this part as well. She thrust her mouth down deeper, and Loke let out a roar. She tasted it filling her mouth so full, it dripped out and down her chin. She glanced up and saw his face in that moment of ecstasy, strained from the intensity, his mouth dropped open as he tried to catch his breath.
"Sweet heavens, you're good at that," he muttered.
Smugly, Lucy pulled back and discreetly spit to the side, letting the shower water wash it away. Loke had both hands on the wall, arms straight out, holding himself up as he tried to recover. Lucy stood up, squeezing between his arms, and smiled at him with flushed cheeks. Loke finally opened his eyes to gaze upon her.
"Don't you dare forget a moment of this night," he warned, still weary yet looking ready to do more at any moment.
"Not a chance," she said. She licked her lips sensually, ready for all he could give her, hungry for it, wanting him to satisfy her in every way.
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Stellar Mistakes	By : Rhov Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail Views: 14748 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail nor do I make money from this fanfic.

Stellar Mistakes