Chapter 386: Put It In

The day had already thinned into evening by the time the house finally quieted.

The lively noise from earlier was gone. Plates had been cleared. Bags and boxes sat in different rooms. Debbie’s instructions still hung over everything like a closed door. One by one, the others started heading upstairs. Debbie made sure of it herself, checking that each of them actually went where they were supposed to go.

She turned to Rechelle last.

"If you’re ready to sleep, I’ll show you the room."

Rechelle nodded and followed. The guest room sat close to Gracie’s, just across the short stretch of hallway. Debbie opened the door, gave a brief look around to confirm it was in order, then left her there without dragging the moment out.

After that, the upstairs settled into separate doors and separate silence.

Debbie stopped at Lucas’s room and knocked once. When he opened it, she checked the space behind him with a quick glance, confirming he was alone before she spoke.

"Good night. Use this night to rest."

Her voice stayed firm.

"No business tonight. I mean it."

Lucas told her not to worry. She made him say it again before she finally stepped back, closed the path between them, and went to her own room.

Only then did the house feel fully split apart for the night.

Lucas went straight to the shower. Hot water ran over his shoulders and down his back, washing off the long stretch of the day. Steam filled the bathroom while he stood under the spray longer than necessary, letting the heat work through the muscle. When he finally stepped out, he pulled on a clean pair of boxers, wrapped a towel around his neck, and started drying his hair as he walked back into the bedroom.

Across the hall, Mia was failing at the same order everyone else had accepted.

She sat on the edge of her bed first, then lay down, then turned onto her side and stared at the wall like sleep might arrive if she forced her body to stay still. It did not. Every time the room went quiet, her mind went straight back to him. The driveway. The way he had looked standing there. The fact that he was finally under the same roof again and Debbie had decided the night should be empty.

’Debbie.’

Mia turned onto her back and pressed a hand over her face.

’We finally get him home and you start making rules.’

She muttered under her breath, low and sharp, insulting the order, the timing, the entire idea of separate rooms after a day like that. Then she sat up again, restless, legs shifting against the sheets. She tried once more to lie down and force it. Her body refused. The wanting sat too close under her skin.

She waited.

Listened.

Gave the hallway enough time to go still.

Then she rose, crossed her room on bare feet, and unlocked her door as carefully as she could. The latch gave with almost no sound. She slipped out and moved down the hall on the tips of her toes, every step measured, until she reached his door. Her fingers turned the handle the same way, slow enough that the mechanism barely whispered.

She stepped inside and shut it behind her.

Lucas had just finished drying the back of his hair when he saw her. He froze for half a second. Mia was already moving. She put a finger against her own lips, eyes locked on him, telling him without a word to stay quiet as she crossed the room.

The moment she reached him, both hands came up to his face and she kissed him.

It was not soft for long. Her mouth pressed in hungry and sure, body leaning fully into his. The towel slipped from his shoulders as she pushed closer. ℯℓ.

"I’ve missed you," she whispered against his mouth between kisses. "I’ve missed you for so long."

She kept moving him backward until the edge of the bed caught him. One more push and he went down onto the mattress with her following, climbing over him without breaking the kiss. Her nightwear had ridden up her thighs. The thin fabric did almost nothing between them.

Lucas’s hands found the hem and pulled.

The nightwear came up and off in one motion, leaving her bare from the waist up. Her full breasts settled free above him, soft and heavy, nipples already tight. He did not waste the view. He guided one into his mouth and sucked, slow at first, then harder, tongue dragging over the peak before he pulled it deeper. Mia’s breath broke above him. Her fingers slid into his hair and held him there while he switched to the other breast, sucking with the same wet pressure until her back arched.

"Yes... just like that..."

She shifted lower after a moment, kissing down his chest, then further, until she was between his legs. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of his boxers and tugged them down. His cock sprang free, already thick and hard. Mia wrapped one hand around the base and took the head into her mouth without hesitation.

Warm. Wet. Tight lips sliding down.

She started slow, lips sealed around the head of his cock while her tongue dragged under it in wet circles. Each time she took more of him, her mouth stretched wider around the thick shaft. Spit gathered at the corners of her lips and slid down in warm lines. When she hollowed her cheeks and pulled upward, the suction made a soft, wet sound that filled the quiet room.

Lucas’s fingers slid into her hair. He did not force her. He only held on as she sank deeper, taking him until the head pressed the back of her throat. Her eyes watered for a second. She held him there, throat tight around him, then pulled back with a thick string of spit connecting her lower lip to his cock.

"Fuck..." he breathed.

Mia looked up at him, mouth shiny, and went straight back down. This time she stroked what she could not fit, fist twisting wetly around the base while her tongue worked the underside on every pass. The wet sounds grew louder. Her spit coated him completely. Every time she took him deep, her throat fluttered around the head before she eased off and did it again.

She pulled off only when her jaw needed air. A thin line of saliva stretched and broke against her chin. Without waiting, she shoved her pants and panties down her legs and kicked them away. Lucas yanked his boxers the rest of the way off. The second he was free, she climbed over him naked, knees on either side of his hips, her wet pussy dragging along the length of his cock as she leaned down and kissed him hard.

He could taste himself on her tongue.

His hands grabbed her ass and squeezed, pulling her tighter against him so his cock rubbed directly between her soaked folds. The heat of her was immediate. Slippery. Ready. He rolled them in one strong motion until she was on her back beneath him. Her thighs fell open at once. He settled between them, the thick head of his cock resting right against her entrance, feeling how wet she already was without even pushing in.

Mia’s chest rose and fell fast. Her nipples were still wet from his mouth. Her eyes stayed locked on his.

"Put it in," she whispered.

Across the hall, Debbie lay in her own bed staring at the ceiling.

The house was quiet.

Her rule was in place.

And sleep still refused to come.