Chapter 400: We’ll Be Busy Tonight

Everybody was shocked.

Everybody except Richelle.

She had traveled with him before. Different cities. Different countries. The second Lucas said Italy her mind went straight to cars~serious collections, private sellers, rooms most people never entered. Still, even she sat back a little. The timing was sudden.

Daisy was thinking the hardest.

She had been waiting for him all evening. If she got him tonight the way she wanted, part of her believed he might not get on that jet at all.

Lucas answered their questions one by one.

He was going for a car collection viewing. He needed something of his own here. He could not keep using Richelle’s rides like it was normal.

Richelle opened her mouth.

She had more cars. He could take one. There was no need to rush out of the country just for that.

Lucas looked at her.

The look was small, but clear enough. She closed her mouth and sat back.

The girls kept pushing for a while. Little arguments. Questions that circled the same thing. Then the fight drained out of them. He had been busy for days. They could feel the gap. Stopping him was not going to work.

The table talk stretched longer than the food. Plates moved. Glasses emptied. Somebody laughed too loudly at nothing just to keep the room from going stiff. Eventually the cleaning started, then the quiet decision to end the night.

Richelle went upstairs first.

Gracie followed soon after.

Daisy, Mia, and Debbie remained in the living room, phones in their hands, none of them really scrolling. They were waiting.

When Lucas finally stood, Daisy stood with him.

She stretched once, slow, the hem of her gown lifting with the movement. Then she turned toward Mia and Debbie with a small smile that did not hide anything.

"We’ll be busy tonight," she said. "Sorry for the noise."

Mia and Debbie looked at each other.

Neither argued.

They rose without a word and headed for the stairs.

Daisy took Lucas’s hand and held it tight all the way to the room. The second the door shut behind them, she was already on him.

She pulled at his shirt first, mouth finding his before he could say much. The kiss was deep and impatient. Her fingers worked the buttons open fast, then pushed the fabric off his shoulders and down his arms. The shirt hit the floor.

Lucas caught her waist and kissed her back.

"You’re already hot."

Daisy smiled against his mouth.

"I’m not taking it easy with you. You might even cancel that trip tomorrow."

She grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him harder, tongue sliding over his, body pressing in close.

Lucas’s hands dropped to her ass.

The gown she wore stopped around her knees, soft and easy to move. Under his palms her ass felt full and warm. He squeezed hard, dragging her against him as they stumbled toward the bed. Daisy never stopped kissing him. Every step, her mouth stayed on his, breath turning uneven, one hand fisted in the front of his undershirt.

When the back of his legs hit the mattress, she pushed him down and climbed on top.

Her gown rode up as she settled over him. The soft weight of her ass pressed down against the growing hardness in his pants. She shifted her hips once, then again, rubbing against him while she kissed him deeper.

"Fuck..." Lucas muttered into her mouth.

Daisy only smiled and rolled her hips slower, making him feel every pass of her body over his cock through the clothes. She pulled his undershirt up and off, hands spreading over his chest, nails lightly dragging as she leaned down and kissed his neck. Her mouth stayed open against his skin. She kept the slow grind, hips rocking, the front of his pants getting warmer where she sat.

Lucas pushed her gown higher.

His hands slid under it, found bare skin, then the soft curve of her ass with almost nothing in the way. He gripped both cheeks and pulled her tighter against him. Daisy moaned into his mouth and ground down harder, the motion steady and deliberate.

"You feel that?" she whispered. "That’s what you kept waiting."

She sat up just enough to pull the gown over her head and throw it aside. Her breasts spilled free, full and heavy, nipples already tight. Lucas’s hands left her ass only long enough to grab them, squeezing as she leaned back into his palms. She stayed over him, still moving her hips in short, slow rolls.

"Mm~yes~"

He sat up, mouth closing around one nipple, sucking hard while his hand worked the other. Daisy’s head tipped back. Her hips kept moving over his cock, rubbing, pressing, making the front of his pants wet where she sat. One of her hands stayed on the back of his neck, holding him there while he sucked. The other braced on his shoulder. She didn’t stop the grind.

"Take these off," she said, already tugging at his belt.

Lucas lifted his hips. She dragged his pants and boxers down together. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, and Daisy’s eyes dropped to it at once. She wrapped one hand around the shaft and stroked once, slow, feeling the heat of it against her palm. Her thumb passed over the head. She looked at him for a second, then shifted forward.

"I’ve been thinking about this since you walked through the door."

She guided the head between her thighs and rubbed it along her wet slit without putting it in yet. The contact made both of them breathe harder. Her pussy was already slick, coating the tip as she dragged him back and forth over her clit. She kept the motion slow, letting him feel how wet she was on every pass. Her forehead rested against his. One hand stayed braced on his shoulder. The other held the base of him while she rocked her hips, rubbing the length of him against her without taking him inside.

Lucas’s hands stayed on her ass, fingers digging in, pulling her tighter with every roll. She kissed him again, open and messy, tongue sliding against his while she kept the steady drag. Her breasts pressed to his chest. The room was quiet except for the wet sound of her moving over him and the uneven pull of their breathing. She didn’t stop. She stayed right there, grinding against him, holding him close like the night was still hers to use.