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They’re on the third course of minuscule sized portions of unidentifiable food when Lucy stands up and excuses herself to the bathroom. 

Tim follows, ignoring the look Ashley sends him, and then slips inside the women’s bathroom behind Lucy, locking the door before leaning against it. He hears her little gasp of surprise, and he steps closer and then closer still until her back is against the wall and his entire front is pressed against hers. 

“You cannot date Chris,” he says, and Lucy laughs as she glances up at Tim through her lashes. He swallows and breathes in deeply though his nose, his eyes flickering from hers down to her lips and then back up again.

“You set me up with him!” she argues, and Tim sighs as he takes a step back. 

(He can think a little bit better, when he takes a step back). 

He runs a hand through his hair as he glances around the bathroom. He’s thankful it’s empty, because he hadn’t really been thinking straight when he’d barged into the bathroom after Lucy and locked the door behind himself. 

“I know. But you can’t date him. He’s an idiot. He’s not right for you, Lucy.”

Tim immediately wonders if he’s said the wrong thing, because Lucy tenses and her eyes narrow. She stares at Tim critically, her eyes half lidded and her lips wet with spit as she runs her tongue over them and takes a step closer to Tim. 

He steps back, and she follows; their chests are almost touching, and with each inch Tim moves backward, she moves forward, leaving no room between them. 

“Then who is right for me, Tim? Because Emmett wasn’t good enough for me, and you were wary about Caleb, which… fine, you were right to be wary about him. And then there was that one lawyer who you made fun of, and, come to think of it, you made fun of Chris being a lawyer, too, and then there was Tanner. So, Tim… who is right for me?”

Tim swallows and takes another step back. 

He hits the door behind him, and Lucy is right there. 

“Who is right for me, Tim? Because it seems kind of like you don’t think there’s anyone right for me.”

Tim forgets for a brief moment that his girlfriend is sitting less than thirty feet away, probably confused and upset about his behavior. He forgets about Lucy’s date, too, because at that moment all he can hear or smell or see is the woman in front of him, and she is everything. 

“I am,” he whispers, and Lucy is pressed so close to him that he can feel her gasp of surprise. 

He wishes he could reach out and snatch the words back, but he can’t. 

They’re out there now, for better or worse, and Tim barely even breathes as he watches Lucy process what he’s just said. 

“Tim,” she whispers, and he swallows hard, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. 

“I’m sorry, Lucy,” he whispers, because he hates that he’s put her in this position. He stalked her into the bathroom, locked her in with him, and then basically said that he was the only one who was right for her. 

He’s about to take a step away from her to let her leave the bathroom, but before he can she’s pressed even closer and her hand is cupping his cheek. 

Tim takes a stuttering breath. His lips part, and he stares into her gaze, his heart thundering. 

How had he lost control of this situation so quickly and thoroughly? 

And does he even want to be in control? 

(Not really. Not when she’s looking at him like that.) 

“Why, Tim?” Lucy asks, and she’s so close now that Tim can feel her breath on his neck. “Why are you the only one who’s right for me?”

Tim opens his mouth to speak but no words come out. He’s captivated by her, surrounded by her, and he can barely even breathe without being overwhelmed by her scent. She smells like vanilla and lavender and all of the good things in the world, and he wants. 

“Because I know you,” he finally whispers, his voice unsteady and soft. He licks his lips, his heart racing when he notices how Lucy’s eyes follow the movement. “I understand you and I know all of your flaws and I don’t want you despite them, I want you because of them.”

Tim is vaguely aware that Lucy is staring at him with wide eyes, her lips parted, but now that he’s opened the floodgates he can’t stop talking. He can’t stop the rush of words as they fall past his lips, and he doesn’t even know if he wants to. 

“All of these other men want you because you’re beautiful,” he says, and he can hear Lucy’s gasp when he calls her that. “And you are. You’re exquisite and amazing and just… the most beautiful goddamn woman I’ve ever seen. But I don’t want you only because of that. I want you because you challenge me and call me on my shit. I want you because you’re determined to make the world a better place, no matter what. I want you because you have a huge heart and you love so easily and want to help everyone. You’re like the sun, Lucy. You brighten my days and warm me from the inside out and maybe it’s selfish that I want you because you make me a better person, but I do.”

Lucy makes a noise and Tim closes his eyes, waiting for the inevitable. 

He’s said too much. 

He’s revealed too much. 

He’d pushed her to go out with Chris, and he is going out with Ashley, and he’s already fucked things up so much that he’s afraid he can’t fix it now. 

He’s fully prepared for Lucy to reject him, maybe even slap him.

What he isn’t prepared for is Lucy standing on her tiptoes, lurching forward and pressing her lips to his. 

He’s not prepared, but he gets on board pretty fucking fast. 

“Lucy,” he groans, and then he’s leaning down, one hand falling to her hip while the other cups her face. His long fingers span from her jaw to her cheek, and Lucy moans as he pulls her closer. She deepens the kiss, coaxing his lips open, and then gasps, throwing her head back as Tim reverses their positions, shoving her against the wall as he devours her. His body covers hers from head to toe, surrounding her in the best possible way, and Lucy shivers as he shoves a thigh between her legs, the hand on her hip moving until he’s cupping her face in both hands, his lips hungry as he sucks her tongue into his mouth. 

They eventually break apart to breathe, and in the interim while they catch their breath, Tim is searching Lucy’s gaze. 

Whatever he’s looking for, whether it’s doubt or regret or uncertainty, she knows that he won’t find it. 

“Tim,” she gasps, and Tim grunts as his stomach clenches and all of the blood in his body races to his cock. He’s more than half hard already, his balls aching and his cock leaking precome as he grabs Lucy’s thighs. He helps her wrap them around his waist as he presses her harder into the door, and then he’s kissing her again, their lips sliding together easily. Tim thrusts his tongue past her lips, fucking her mouth like he wants to fuck her pussy. He’s dreamed of eating her out, of fucking her with his tongue and fingers and cock, and just the mental image is enough to get him the rest of the way there. He’s thick and hard, pressed against her belly, and Tim knows he needs to pull back and put some space between them if he’s going to be able to walk out of this restroom without a raging hard on. 

“Lucy,” he gasps, and he pulls away to try and talk some sense into himself, but Lucy just makes a desperate noise and pulls him back in. She sucks his bottom lip into her mouth, biting on it long and hard enough to send a flash of pleasure and pain throughout his entire body. She slides their lips together, wet and warm and messy, and Tim is losing control fast. 

“If you don’t stop, I’m going to fuck you up against this door,” he growls, but he’s not sure if it’s a warning or a promise.

“Oh god, please,” Lucy moans, and then she’s pushing his jacket off of his shoulders, her nimble fingers already working on the buttons of his shirt. Tim grunts and rocks his hips into hers, wondering what the fuck they’re doing.

He knows he’s wanted her for a long time, and he knows that, at least on a physical level, she wants him, too. 

He just doesn’t know if it’s anything more for her, and he doesn’t know if he can do this and then watch her go back and sit beside Chris as if nothing had happened. 

“It’s not just sex for me,” he whispers, and Lucy’s urgency seems to melt away as she pauses, her hands halfway down his shirt. She takes in a ragged breath, her eyes sliding up his body to meet his gaze, and Tim nearly gives in when he takes in the way her cheeks are flushed and her lips are kiss swollen and red. 

But…

“It’s not for me either,” Lucy whispers, and then, despite the fact that they’re pressed together, that Lucy’s legs are wrapped around Tim’s waist and his cock is hard against her clothed pussy, she takes a deep breath and asks, “Tim, why are you with Ashley?”

Tim pauses. 

He doesn’t speak for so long that Lucy worries he isn’t going to answer her at all. 

He takes a deep breath and runs his hands along Lucy’s outer thighs. Her dress has been bunched up around her waist, and Tim’s large hands on her naked legs is almost enough to undo her. His fingers brush against the material of her panties, and her legs tremble where they’re wrapped around his waist. 

“Because I was afraid,” he finally whispers, and Lucy makes a noise as she cups his face in her hands and smothers it with kisses. She kisses his chin and his jaw, his cheeks and his eyelids. Tim shudders, overwhelmed and surrounded by her, and then continues. “I was scared you didn’t feel the same. I was… I thought something might happen, after we weren’t riding together, after I wasn’t your training officer… but then you practically insisted on being my go-for.”

“Aide,” Lucy cuts in, and Tim barely smothers a chuckle as he continues. His hands are becoming more brave, and his fingers are dipping under the elastic of her panties every time he strokes his hands from her knees to her thighs. 

“Aide, then. I was… I thought it was your way of saying nothing could happen between us because nothing can happen as long as we work together. So… I tried to move on.”

“Oh,” Lucy says, and then she’s pressing her lips softly to Tim’s, the urgency not gone but merely suppressed for a moment. “Then we’re both monumentally stupid, because I thought that being your friend was all I was ever going to get. I wanted to be around you all of the time, so I fought to be your aide because I thought why not? If it was the only way I could have you…”

Tim makes a desperate noise and then he’s pushing her more firmly against the door. He kisses her, his lips and tongue and teeth devouring her as his hands move to push her dress further up her thighs. Her panties are bared to him, red and lacy and sinful, and Tim wants her naked but he knows that’s not possible right now. 

Right now, their first time… it’s going to be quick and messy and neither of them are going to be able to get naked like Tim wants. 

Maybe after this… maybe she’ll let him take her home and press her into his bed. 

He whispers his wishes into her ear as he reaches between them, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. 

“I want to strip this pretty dress off of you,” he murmurs, his lips brushing her ear as he shoves his own pants down just far enough to grab his cock. He wraps his own hand around it and groans at the pressure. “I want to kiss every inch of your skin. I want to bury my head between your thighs and lick into your pussy. I want to feel you come on my tongue. I want to take you home, press you into my bed, and take you apart."

Lucy whimpers and then tightens her thighs around Tim’s waist as she rocks forward on his cock. She can feel the heat of him through her soaking wet panties, and she wants him inside of her. 

Now. 

“Tim, please,” she moans, and he nods before grabbing her legs and helping her set them on the floor. Lucy cries out, a sound of outrage, because he’s getting further away from her and she wants him closer. She wants —

“These have to come off if I’m gonna fuck you, Lu,” Tim says, a teasing edge to his tone, and Lucy glances down to see Tim on his knees, his hands beneath her dress as he tugs on the waistband of her panties. 

Oh. 

“Yeah, yeah, take them off,” she says, and Tim chuckles as he tugs them slowly down her thighs. He helps her step out of them without taking her heels off, one foot at a time, and then holds them up, groaning when he sees how soaking wet the lace is. 

“You’re so wet, baby,” he groans, and Lucy nods, her cheeks bright pink as she lets her head thump against the door. 

“For you,” she whispers, as if he doesn’t know. 

Tim smirks and then shoves her panties into the back pocket of his jeans. He reaches for Lucy again, bunching her dress around her waist and helping her wrap her thighs around him again. Lucy obliges easily, locking her ankles behind his back as he takes his cock in hand once again. 

“I don’t have a condom,” Tim says, suddenly realizing, and Lucy could scream in frustration. “I’m clean, though,” he adds. “I haven’t… without a condom.”

Lucy hears the unspoken words and flinches a little when she realizes that he’s still dating Ashley, who is sitting less than thirty feet away at their table, and then decides she doesn’t give a fuck. 

She’s pretty certain that after this there will be no going back for Tim. 

“Then fuck me,” she says, because she’s clean, too, and she trusts Tim with her whole heart. If he says he’s clean, then he’s clean. 

Tim nods and presses the head of his cock against her pussy but doesn’t push inside. Instead he drops his head down and kisses her. It’s a long, slow, deep kiss, and Lucy is trembling, her chest heaving and her breath coming in pants by the time he pulls back. 

“Tim,” she whispers, and he nods, capturing her lips again as he begins pushing his cock inside of her. He presses forward slowly, so slowly, until he’s all the way inside, her wet, hot cunt gripping his cock tightly. He’s long and thick, and Lucy moans as she drops her head to Tim’s chest, gasping for air like she’s just run a marathon. 

“Oh fuck you’re big,” she grunts, and Tim chuckles as he kisses her cheek and her head and her the sensitive skin behind her ear. 

“You can take it,” he says, and Lucy nods because she can. She wants to . She wants to have Tim in every single possible way, every single day. She wants to feel him inside of her, filling her and splitting her open, for the rest of her life. 

Tim kisses her and runs his hands up and down her legs, feeling the way her muscles tremble under his fingertips. He rocks his hips forward slowly, not really thrusting so much as moving against her. He gives her time to adjust, and when she nods, he pulls almost all of the way out before sliding back inside.

“You feel so good,” he murmurs, and then he does it again and again. He thrusts slowly, deeply, taking time he knows they don’t really have. He shudders and revels in the way her pussy grips him, the way he can feel her arousal coating his groin. She positively soaked, dripping down her own thighs, and Tim wants more than anything to see her. He wants to see her splayed out naked in his bed, her cunt red and swollen and leaking. He wants to come inside of her, and then lick his cum out of her pussy before making her come again. 

He wants to take her to pieces. 

“Tim,” Lucy groans, and then she’s reaching a hand up, tangling her fingers in his hair and pulling. Tim cusses and thrusts harder than he means to, burying his cock to the hilt inside of her. “Do that again,” Lucy requests, and Tim acquiesces, quickening his pace. 

He drops his hands to her hips, gripping the thick flesh of her ass as he fucks her against the door. The sound of their fucking fills the bathroom. The meeting of flesh, the way his balls slap against her ass on every thrust. He can hear her moaning and him grunting, and he knows that whoever is outside of the bathroom can hear, too. They’re not exactly being quiet. 

“I’m close,” Lucy moans, and Tim drops his head to her shoulder, biting and sucking at the skin as he tries desperately to hold on long enough to get Lucy there, too. He’s been on the edge since he first pushed inside of her. Fuck, he’s been on edge since she first shoved him against the wall. 

“Come for me, baby,” he murmurs, and Lucy cries out, the sound echoing in the small room as Tim fucks her through her orgasm. Her pussy clenches him tightly, quivering around his cock, and Tim barely holds on long enough for her to begin coming down before he gives in, groaning as he thrusts as deeply as he can before coming. 

He comes for a long moment, his legs trembling as he pumps spurt after spurt of hot cum inside of Lucy’s cunt. He can feel it dripping out around his cock and running down Lucy’s thighs as he pulls out, and he nearly comes a second time as he watches his cock slip from her pussy, a string of arousal and cum connecting them for a long moment. 

“Tim,” Lucy whispers, and he glances up to see her biting her lip, suddenly unsure. 

Well. 

He can’t have that. 

“Come home with me,” he says, and Lucy’s uncertain expression morphs into happiness immediately. She’s grinning, her cheeks flushed and her skin sweaty as she nods. 

“Okay.”

Tim smiles and kisses her for a long moment before helping her stand on the ground again. 

He very pointedly does not give her panties back.

“Take a minute and clean up, then come meet me outside,” he murmurs, and Lucy nods, watching as Tim tucks himself back inside of his pants and then buckles his belt. He smooths out his shirt, buttoning the buttons that Lucy had managed to get undone, and then reaches for his jacket on the floor. “We’ll find a way to ditch Ashley and Chris and then I’m taking you home, because I am not nearly done with you.”

Lucy nods and then watches as Tim unlocks the door and steps outside. 

She takes a deep breath, and then has to bite back a grin as she steps toward the stall and her legs buckle. 

She’s not entirely sure she’ll survive the night in Tim’s bed. 

But she’s more than willing to find out. 

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Tim walks out of the bathroom and back toward their table, and he’s sure that he both looks and smells like sex. 

He knows that Chris and Ashley will be able to tell, especially when Lucy follows him out, her cheeks flushed and her dress no longer sitting perfectly on her beautiful frame, but he finds that he doesn’t care that much. 

There’s no going back for him, now. 

He stuffs his hands in his pockets, forces a smile, and then walks right up to the table. 

Ashley is gone. 

Chris is sitting alone, swirling his wine around in his glass slowly, his lips pulled down in a frown as he taps his foot on the ground. There’s a new course of food sitting on the table, four untouched plates, and Tim grimaces when he realizes that, as much as he doesn’t regret Lucy, he regrets hurting Ashley at least a little bit. 

“Where’s Ashley?” he asks, although as he hears Lucy walk up behind him, he finds that he doesn’t particularly care. 

“She left,” Chris says, and he glances back and forth between where Tim is standing in front of the table, his hands in his pockets and his hair askew, to where Lucy is walking up behind them. 

Tim doesn’t dare turn around, because he knows if he sees Lucy now, still flushed and sweaty and clearly satisfied, then they won’t make it out of the restaurant without having to arrest themselves for public indecency. 

“I should leave too, clearly," Chris says, frowning. 

Lucy reaches the table and stops. She glances over at Tim, the blush on her cheeks deepening, and then lowers her eyes to the sand. 

“I’m glad you figured your shit out now instead of leading us on for months,” he says, and Tim stares at him, his eyebrow raised. 

“Who said you were even getting a second date?” he asks, and Lucy has to bite her lip to keep from laughing at the offended look that crosses Chris’s face. “Lucy doesn’t owe you anything, so quit acting like a martyr here, Sanford.”

Chris huffs and then grabs his jacket, slinging it over his arm as he takes a step back. 

“Lucy may not have owed me anything, but you sure fucked things up with your girlfriend, Bradford.”

Tim stiffens and clenches his fists in his pockets. 

He’d owed Ashley more than he’d given her, he knows that, but when faced with the naked truth of his own feelings, of his feelings for Lucy and of her feelings for him, he hadn’t been able to say no. 

He hadn’t wanted to say no, and he doesn’t regret anything other than hurting Ashley, because he knows they would have ended up here anyway. At least they’d ended up here before he’d gotten too involved and he’d hurt Ashley even worse. 

“Yeah, I did fuck that up,” he finally admits, and he can feel as Lucy takes a step closer to him. She’s a line of warmth along his side, a calming and steadying presence, and Tim briefly finds himself wishing that he’d gone about this differently. 

He shoves those thoughts away, though, because he can’t change what he’s already done and he won’t allow this, or Chris, or even Ashley, to ruin what he could have with Lucy. 

“I did fuck it up, and I feel terrible about that. But I can regret hurting Ashley without regretting Lucy. I’ll deal with the fallout of that; it’s mine to deal with. But it’s none of your business and I’d like you to leave.”

Chris bristles, and Tim’s frown deepens as he steps towards him and Lucy. 

“This is a public place, Bradford. I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to.”

“Then we’ll leave,” Lucy snaps, and she reaches for Tim’s arm, tugging on it and turning his body toward the parking lot. He casts a final glance at the table, food still untouched, and then turns, pulling his hand from his pocket to entwine his fingers with Lucy’s. 

He’s silent until they’re in the parking lot standing outside of his truck. He takes his hand back, and then shoves it in his pocket again, rocking back and forth on his heels as he watches Lucy in front of him. 

“You don’t have to come home with me just because you said you would,” he says, though he knows that she knows she doesn’t have to do anything she doesn’t want to do. He just wants to make things as clear as he can. “I did fuck things up. I don’t… I don’t regret it,” he says quickly, seeing the way Lucy’s eyes widen. “I don’t regret finally telling you that I have feelings for you, and I definitely don’t regret what happened in the bathroom. But I wouldn’t blame you if … if you changed your mind.”

Lucy’s lips turn up in a small smile, and Tim finds himself grinning back at her. 

He can’t help it. 

She takes a step toward him, and then another, and before he knows what’s happening, Lucy is pressed against him from head to toe, and his brain takes that exact moment to remind him that she’s not wearing panties. 

“Tim,” she whispers, and Tim groans, his stomach clenching as a rush of arousal floods his body. He can feel his cock thickening in his pants, responding to Lucy’s touch and her voice and her heat against him. 

“Yeah?” he asks, and he licks his lips as Lucy tilts her head back so that she can stare up at him. 

“I won’t change my mind. Yes, we probably could have gone about this a better way, but now that I have you I’m not letting go.”

Tim swallows and nods, and he lets his hands drop to Lucy’s hips. He runs his thumbs across her belly, groaning when he feels nothing but the smooth silky fabric of her dress, uninterrupted by panty lines. 

Speaking of which… 

Lucy runs her fingers down Tim’s back, making him shiver as he remembers the way they’d dug into his skin less than half an hour before. She dips her hands into his back pockets, bringing his groin closer to her, and then quickly pulls them away when she has what she wants. She grins, taking a step back, and holds up the red, lace panties he’d taken off of her earlier. They’re still glistening with her arousal, the crotch of the panties a darker red than the rest of the fabric. 

“Don’t you dare put those back on,” Tim warns her, and Lucy grins cheekily as she saunters backwards until she’s pressed against the side of his truck. 

“Why not?” she asks, and Tim has to take a deep, steadying breath as he stalks toward her. He unlocks the driver’s side door of his truck, and then winds his arm around Lucy’s waist, tugging her away from the door as he wrenches it open. 

“If you put them back on, I won’t fuck you tonight,” Tim warns, though he knows it’s an empty promise. 

Lucy, though, holds the thin lace up, dangling them in the air for a long second before very purposely letting them drop. She turns and climbs into Tim’s truck, her ass level with his face for a second, and then she’s scooting across the bench seat and settling against the passenger door. 

Tim stares at her for a long moment, his eyes flickering from the smooth skin of her shoulder to the peak of her tan, inner thigh he can see when she crosses her legs, and then glances down at the panties on the sand. 

They’re nice panties, he thinks. 

He’d hate for her to lose them. 

He’d hate to lose out on the chance of seeing her ass in them, thick and full and stretching the lace deliciously. He’d hate to lose the chance to push her legs open and lick the lace between her thighs, teasing her endlessly before pulling them off with his teeth. 

He has plans for those panties. 

He scoops them up, tosses them on the seat beside Lucy, and then climbs into the truck. 

It’s a long drive to Tim’s house.

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The second they’re inside, Lucy is turning on Tim. She crowds him against the door, plastering her body to his and kissing him desperately. He drops his keys in surprise, smiling at the way Kojo demands attention even though all of Lucy’s attention is clearly focused elsewhere. 

He kisses her for a long moment, his tongue coaxing her lips open as he cups her chin in his hand, but eventually he pulls back when Kojo shoves his nose right in Tim’s groin to get attention. 

“Tim,” Lucy groans, chasing his lips, and Tim wants to spin them around and ravish her against the door, but more than that, he wants uninterrupted time with her. 

“I have to take care of Kojo, or he won’t leave us alone,” he murmurs, and Lucy groans but falls back on her heels. She stares down at Kojo, at his large, doggy grin and the way his tail wags as he prances in circles around them. 

She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart, and then nods slowly, licking her lips to chase Tim’s taste as he reaches for the leash hanging beside the door. 

“OK,” she says, giving in, and Tim chuckles as he ducks down and kisses the corner of her lips. 

“You can have a drink, or take a shower, or whatever you want, Lu. If the boy doesn’t get a long walk before bed, he wakes me up all night. And I am going to be… otherwise occupied tonight, for many hours.”

Lucy nods and takes another step back, because she’s afraid she’ll jump Tim regardless of whether or not he’s speaking logic if she doesn’t.

“I’ll freshen up,” she says, and Tim nods, his eyes running up and down her form as she walks backwards into his house. She kicks off her shoes, and then reaches for the zipper on her dress. His eyes are glued to her fingers as she slowly lowers the zipper, and he nearly swallows his tongue when she lets the dress just … fall from her body. It pools on the floor at her feet, and Lucy glances back at Tim as she steps out of the dress and walks toward the hallway leading toward the bathroom. 

Her perfect ass is on display, her thick thighs swaying as she walks… 

“Woof!”

Kojo barks, startling Tim enough that he’s able to tear his eyes away from the miles and miles of smooth skin Lucy is displaying. 

“You want a walk, boy?” he asks, and Kojo huffs happily as he hops around by the door, completely unaware that Tim is frozen in place, more than half hard just watching Lucy walk away from him. 

Well. 

The sooner he walks the dog, the sooner he can come home and show Lucy what he’d wanted to do to her when they were in the bathroom at the restaurant. 

Tim grabs his jacket, places it purposefully in front of his front, and turns to urge Kojo out of the door. 

If he runs, maybe he can wear the dog out sooner. 

He grins, gathers the slack in Kojo’s leash, and then turns to stare down at the dog. 

“Ready, boy?”

Kojo yips, and Tim closes the door behind him before setting into a quick jog. 

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Lucy is in the shower, letting the hot water wash away the sweat and sand from the disastrous double date when she hears the front door open. She groans, running her fingers through her freshly shampooed hair, and then yelps when the shower curtain is pulled to the side and a very naked Tim Bradford steps in beside her. 

He’s panting, his chest heaving and his skin flushed, and Lucy grins as she realizes that he’d run with Kojo, not walked with him. 

“Someone was in a hurry,” she murmurs, and Tim grins as he stalks toward her. He presses her against the wall of the shower, and Lucy gasps as her back makes contact with the cool tile. 

“I knew you were in here, Lucy. Naked. You were naked in my house, in my shower, and I knew the fastest way to get back here, to get in the shower with you, was to run. So, we ran.”

Lucy smiles and then leans into Tim’s touch when he runs his long fingers through her hair. It’s slick with conditioner, and Tim grunts as he angles her toward the spray of water. Lucy yelps again, then groans in pleasure as Tim scrapes his fingernails gently over her scalp, through her long, curly hair, as he rinses out the conditioner. 

“I was letting that set for a while,” she complains, and Tim chuckles as he presses his lips to her ear. The water from the shower is running over them both, so hot that the bathroom is filled with steam, and Tim follows one of the beads of water down her neck and between her breasts. 

He hadn’t been able to see her breasts earlier, and he groans as he sucks the soft, creamy flesh into his mouth. They’re generous, filling his hands and spilling over, and Tim wants desperately to wrap his lips around her nipple and suck. 

“Tim,” Lucy groans, and Tim takes a deep breath as he pulls away. 

Right. 

The plan. 

Rinse the conditioner from her hair, rinse off the sweat from his run, and then bring Lucy to his bed so that he can ruin her. 

“I’m too old for shower sex,” Tim says, and Lucy laughs but shakes her head as Tim rinses the last of the conditioner out. 

“We’ll be testing that theory one day,” Lucy warns him, and Tim rolls his eyes but knows he’ll do it if she asks him to. 

“Not tonight,” he says, and then he’s switching their positions, ducking under the spray of water briefly to let the water wash away the salt and sweat from his run. He doesn’t take much time, knowing that ultimately it doesn’t matter because he plans on getting sweaty again with Lucy very soon. 

“I had plans for a long, luxurious shower,” Lucy complains, but Tim can tell from the sparkle in her eye that she doesn’t really mind. He turns the water off, swiping the curtain to the side before grabbing a towel and helping Lucy wrap her hair up in it. He takes a second and wraps it around her shoulders, rubbing the soft material across her skin and wicking the water away before falling to his knees and moving the towel down her stomach, across her legs, and then finally helping her step out of the shower and onto the soft mat in front of it. 

He dries himself as quickly as he can, and then throws the towel to the floor as he steps out and herds Lucy toward the bathroom door. 

“Tim,” Lucy gasps, and Tim grins as he leans down, capturing her lips with his as his hands fall to her hips. He guides her into his bedroom, kicking the door shut in case Kojo gets any ideas, and then reaches down to grab the quilt off of his bed. He yanks it down, pooling it at the foot of the bed, and then he’s tearing his lips from Lucy’s, tossing her onto the bed and then taking a deep breath as he watches her legs fall open and her tits bounce as she falls on the mattress. 

“Fuck,” he grunts, and Lucy smiles, wiggling and scooting until her head is on the pillows. She runs one hand through her wet hair, pulling it from under her head and splaying it across Tim’s pillow while her other hand trails down her stomach, pressing into the skin right above her bare mound. Tim watches, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, as she parts the lips of her pussy. 

“Come here,” Lucy moans, and Tim finds himself moving on autopilot as she runs a single finger from her clit down to her cunt. He walks until the front of his knees hit against the mattress, and he knows Lucy wants him on the bed, but he’s frozen as his eyes sweep over her body. 

She’s fucking perfect. 

Her face and neck are flushed, her chest heaving as she breathes. Her nipples are taut, tight and erect, and Tim licks his lips as he imagines taking them into his mouth and sucking. Her stomach is flat but soft, tan and smooth, and her pussy is bare, waxed clean, making it easy to see the way her arousal coats her lips and drips down her fingers as she continues to tease herself. 

“I’m going to ruin you,” he murmurs, his voice low and deep, and Lucy moans as her thighs clench around her own hand.

“Please,” she begs, and Tim grins ferally as he crawls onto the bed. He reaches out, his large hands settling on her ankles as he parts her legs, and he takes a deep breath, groaning as he breathes in the scent of her arousal and his body wash. 

She smells like him and her and them, and it’s doing things to him. 

Lucy groans as Tim pushes her legs further apart, settling between them. He kisses a path up her thigh, biting the skin in the crease of her leg and pussy, sucking until he sees the blood bloom to the surface. He skips over where she really wants him, and then drags his stubble up over her mound and across her stomach before moving his hands from her hips to cup her breasts. He squeezes them, pushing them together before letting them fall apart, and he groans as he watches the flesh bounce. 

“Lucy,” he grunts, and Lucy nods and pushes his face toward her nipples. 

“Please, Tim,” she breathes, and Tim settles his groin against hers as he sucks one of the taut, brown nipples into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around it, greedily breathing through his nose as he flattens his tongue and runs it over her nipple. He sucks and licks, and then pulls the little nub away from her skin with his teeth before letting it go. He dives back in, sucking it back into his mouth as Lucy cries out, her fingers tangling in his hair. 

Tim grunts and thrusts his hips into Lucy’s, his cock slipping through her folds as he rocks against her. She’s soaking wet, her thighs shaking as she wraps them around his waist and pushes her pussy against him, soaking his cock and balls and pubic hair in her arousal. 

“I love your tits,” Tim groans, pulling back long enough to suck in a desperately needed breath, and Lucy cries out as he abandons the first to ravish the second. The cool air of the room causes her nipple to tighten even further, and Lucy moans, rubbing her pussy against Tim’s cock as he bites the skin just under her nipple, sucking a bruise into it as he rocks into her. “I love how they fill my hands,” he continues, and Lucy doesn’t know if she’s going to survive this, but she desperately wants to find out. 

She opens her mouth to respond, but Tim surges up and kisses her, licking into her mouth as he settles his knees more firmly into the mattress. 

He wants to draw this out. 

He wants to kiss and lick every inch of Lucy’s skin, to worship her breasts and her belly and her thighs. 

But he knows neither of them will be able to wait that long. 

“Tim, please,” Lucy begs as he pulls back. Tim glances down at her, his heart thundering in his chest as he takes in her wanton, disheveled state. Her lips are kiss swollen and red, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glazed. She’s still rocking her pussy into him, moaning every time the head of his cock brushes against her clit.  Her fingers are playing with her own nipples, still wet from Tim’s mouth, and Tim knows it would be so easy to slide inside of her. 

And he wants to, but not just yet. 

“Soon, baby,” he murmurs, and then he’s pulling away, reaching for her thighs and tugging them from where they’re locked around his waist. Lucy groans but lets them fall open, and Tim grins as he kisses down her chest, pausing briefly to suck one of her nipples back into his mouth. He doesn’t let himself get distracted, though, because he wants to feel her come with his mouth on her before he fucks her. 

“Hold on,” he murmurs, and he reaches for Lucy’s hand, settling her fingers on his hair and encouraging her to tug as he inches down the bed. Lucy moans, her free hand moving to cover her mouth as Tim presses his lips to her clit. 

“Oh, god,” she groans, and then she’s biting her fist, rocking her hips into Tim’s face as he flattens his tongue and licks a stripe from her hole to her clit and then back again. He groans against her, the vibration causing another gush of arousal to coat his lips, and then sucks her clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue as presses a finger inside of her. She’s wet but she’s tight, and Tim thrusts his cock desperately against the mattress as he remembers what it feels like to be inside of her. 

Lucy moans, her thighs clenching around Tim’s head, and rubs her pussy against his stubble as he presses his tongue into her cunt beside his finger. He licks and sucks, swallowing as much of her taste as he can, and then groans when he feels her wetness soaking his lips and his chin and his cheeks. He can feel the way her thighs are shaking around his head, and he knows she’s close. 

“Tim, Tim, Tim,”  she chants, and he grins as he thrusts a second finger inside of her pussy. He crooks them, grinning as her hips rise off of the bed in pleasure, and then focuses on rubbing his stubble over the lips of her pussy as he sucks her clit back into his mouth. 

“Tim, I’m gonna... Oh fuuuuuuuck,” she screams, and Tim grins as he pulls away from her pussy. He wipes his mouth on his arm and then reaches for his cock, fisting it as he crawls between Lucy’s legs and presses it against her pussy. He shoves it inside of her, none-too-gently because he knows she can take it, and then sets a fast, hard rhythm before she’s even come down from her first orgasm. 

“God, you’re so tight,” he grunts, and Lucy whimpers incoherently as he fucks her. His hands move from her hips to her stomach, one spanning from her belly button to her ribs as he uses the other to knead her breasts. “So perfect for me, baby.”

“Tim,” Lucy sobs, and then she reaches for him, her fingernails scraping down his back as she hauls him down for a kiss. Tim groans into her mouth, his tongue twining with hers as he kisses her sloppily. Their spit and her arousal make their lips slide together easily, and Tim can already feel a tightening in his balls as Lucy moans and cries out with each thrust. 

He feels her come again, but despite the way her pussy trembles around his cock, he doesn’t stop. He takes a brief moment to reposition on the bed, his knees sinking into the mattress as he fights for more purchase. The hand on her belly moves to her back, settling on just above her ass as he pulls her up, her back arching and her breasts pushing toward his face as he fucks her hard and fast. 

The sounds of their bodies echos obscenely in the room, and the smell of sex permeates the air. 

He’s fucking her so hard that he knows she’ll have bruises in the morning, but he’s desperate to make her come at least one more time before he follows her over the edge. 

“Lu,” he gasps, and Lucy whimpers as he kisses her neck, his teeth scraping down her skin until he’s whispering his dirtiest desires into the valley between her breasts. “I have wanted to do this to you for a long time, Lu. I have wanted to press you into my bed, to kiss you and fuck you and come inside of you. For months. Years maybe, even though I didn’t allow myself to think about it while you were my rookie.”

“M-me, too,” Lucy stutters, and Tim hums, biting one of her nipples as he reaches his free hand between them to press against her clit. Everything is slippery and wet, and his fingers slide through her folds easily. He can feel where he’s thrusting in and out of her, where she’s stretched around his cock. The skin is hot, swollen from the way he’s fucking her, and Tim shivers as he drops his head to her chest. 

“I imagined fucking you, ruining you for anyone else, making it to where you wanted me and only me. My cock. My bed. My kisses.”

“Only you,” Lucy gasps, and Tim grunts when he feels her pussy tightening around him. 

“Are you close?” he asks, and Lucy nods, her eyes fluttering closed as he presses his open mouth to her chest, breathing harshly as he quickens his pace, the head of his cock nearly hitting that spot inside of her with every thrust. 

“Tim,” she gasps, and then she’s coming, screaming and sobbing as she orgasms violently. 

Tim grunts and then pulls out, fisting his cock as Lucy falls back onto the bed, flushed and spent, panting and shivering. Tim watches her, his eyes half lidded as he runs his fingers over the head of his cock. 

He’s so close, and he wants—

“Oh, fuuuuuck,” he groans, and he tightens his hand around his cock as he comes in long spurts on Lucy’s chest. He watches, his balls tight and his entire body trembling with pleasure, as he cums all over her tits. He watches as the first stripe lands on her left breast, the sticky, thick cum clinging to her nipple and then slowly trailing down the thick globes. He cums and cums, soaking her chest, and he nearly comes again when he watches the final spurt hit Lucy’s chin and trail slowly down her neck. 

“Oh, god,” he grunts, and he falls, just barely aware enough to land on his elbows so he doesn’t totally crush her. “Oh, fuck, Lucy.”

Lucy nods and reaches for him, her eyes fluttering closed as she wraps her arms around his head and pulls him to her chest. Tim grunts and sticks his tongue out, following a trail of his cum from her side up to her nipple. He sucks it into his mouth, groaning as he tastes himself, and then pulls back, reaching one hand down between Lucy’s legs to play with her oversensitive pussy as he licks his own cum from her flushed chest. 

Lucy whimpers and pushes his hand away, too sensitive to continue, and Tim grins as he drops his head to her breasts, breathing in the scent of sex and sweat as Lucy wraps her legs around him, groaning as his softening cock presses against her pussy. 

It’s intimate, the way they’re holding each other, and Tim finds himself relaxing fully as he listens to Lucy’s heartbeat slow down as she comes down from her high. 

“Get some rest, baby,” he murmurs, and Lucy smiles sleepily as he brushes a lock of hair behind her ear. She curls closer to him, and Tim kisses her breast as he reaches down, grabs the quilt, and pulls it over both of their bodies. “You’re going to need it, because I’m not nearly done with you yet.”

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The next morning Lucy wakes up to the feel of Tim’s arms around her, and the events of the previous night come flooding back. 

The restaurant. 

Tim taking her home afterward. 

The multiple, mind-blowing orgasms he’d given her before curling around her and falling into a dead sleep. 

She smiles and stretches languidly, loving the feel of Tim’s warm, naked skin on hers. 

She had no idea that agreeing to go on a double date with Tim and Ashley would end with her here, but she’s so glad that it did. She’s so thankful that what had happened had forced her and Tim to face their feelings and then do something about them, because she thinks that if this hadn’t happened then they might have continued to dance around each other for years.

She hasn’t said the L word yet, and neither has Tim, but she can feel it simmering under the surface. She knows her own feelings run deep, but she’s content to take the time to explore them with Tim, to figure out what they mean to each other together. 

Lucy smiles and sighs and tucks her face into Tim’s underarm. She wraps her arms around his waist and cuddles closer, biting back a moan when she feels his cock hard against her belly. She bites her lip, and then snuffles down his body, kissing a path between his nipples and down his abs, her tongue playing with the coarse hairs that lead to his cock. 

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, Chen,” Tim warns in a sleep rough voice, and Lucy giggles as she presses a kiss to the skin right above his cock. 

“Oh I plan on finishing it,” she says, and Tim’s chest rumbles with laughter as he sighs and melts back into the bed and lets her have her way with him. 

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It’s much, much later when they finally crawl out of bed, and Tim turns a smug look on Lucy when her legs buckle and she has to sit back down on top of the comforter. 

“This is your fault,” she says, and Tim puffs his chest up because yes it is. 

“You should call in today,” he says, and Lucy laughs as she shakes her head. Tim just makes a noise and then walks back into her space, crowding between her legs where she’s sitting on the edge of the bed. “Seriously, Lu. You should rest.”

“I’m not so weak that I can’t go to work after a night of sex,” she says, raising an eyebrow, and Tim chuckles as he bends down and kisses her. 

Her mouth still tastes like his cum, and he groans as he deepens the kiss for a moment before pulling back. 

“I know, Lu. You’re one of the strongest people I’ve ever met. But,” he says, and Lucy bites at his chin as he drops his hands to her waist. “You’ve never called in before, and you’re going to need to rest up for tonight.”

Lucy bites her lip and feels a fresh surge of arousal coat her pussy as Tim’s voice lowers with his words. 

“What’s happening tonight?” she asks, though she has some idea. 

Tim just smiles and squeezes her ass in his hand. “You’ll see.”

Lucy hums and thinks for a moment, because a day off lounging around Tim’s house sounds nice, actually. And she is sore and achy in several different, brand new ways. Her thighs are still trembling, and her mouth is sore from stretching so wide to accommodate Tim’s cock. There’s a deep ache between her legs, too, from having Tim inside of her so often in such a short amount of time. It’s a good ache, one she savors, but… a day off to rest before Tim comes home and ruins her again might be good… 

“Okay,” she agrees, and Tim smiles as he kisses her once more before taking a step back. 

“You can stay here,” he says, and there’s a hint of uncertainty in his voice, as if he’s just now realizing that they’ve only been together for less than 24 hours. “Or… you can, I mean… you probably want to go home.”

Lucy shakes her head, though, and then crawls back into the bed, making sure to wiggle her ass in Tim’s direction as she lays down on his side of the bed. 

“I’m happy right where I am,” she says, and Tim chuckles before he leans down and kisses her. 

“Perfect,” he murmurs, and then he takes a step back, his hand running down his belly until it’s settled right above his soft cock. Lucy’s eyes follow the path of his hand, and she sighs happily as she eyes his flaccid length. She knows now how deceptive his soft cock is; the deep ache between her legs reminds her vividly of how thoroughly he’s ruined her for anyone else. 

“Go shower and get to work,” Lucy says, because if he keeps standing there then she’s going to haul him back into bed and have her wicked way with him. 

Tim smiles, lets his eyes travel the length of her naked body, and then he sighs and turns toward the bathroom. 

As much as Lucy hates to see him leave, she thoroughly enjoys the view of his ass as he walks away from her. 

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Tim is in the shop with Webb when his phone dings, indicating an incoming text message. He almost asks Webb to answer it for him, but then he remembers that Lucy is laying in his bed in his house and might be texting him, and Webb should definitely not see anything she has to say. 

He opens it, angling his phone away from Webb while at a traffic light, and decides that he’s very fucking glad he hadn’t asked Webb to check it for him when he sees what’s on the screen.

Lucy: I miss you already. Come home. 

There’s an image to accompany her words, and Tim nearly swallows his tongue when he sees her long, slim hand between her legs. She’s taken the photo from her point of view, so he can’t see her pussy but he can imagine very clearly what it looks like stuffed full of her fingers. He can see the slope of her breasts, the expanse of her soft stomach, and the way her thighs are clenching inward toward her hand. 

He wonders if she’s close to coming. 

She tightens her thighs when she comes like she’s doing in the picture, and Tim is distracted. 

“You okay, boss?” Webb asks, and Tim nods, locking his phone quickly, nearly dropping it in his haste to stick it in his pocket before he returns his hands to the wheel. 

“F-fine,” he stutters. Webb gives him a weird look but doesn’t comment, and Tim has to think of the most unsexy things in the entire universe to keep his cock from thickening in his pants. The image Lucy had sent him is burned into his retinas, and every time he thinks he’s managed to distract himself it flashes before his eyes, reminding him that Lucy has her fingers between her own legs right now. He remembers that she could be coming at this very second, biting her lip the way she does when she’s close, and he nearly runs a stop sign.

Webb grips the ‘oh shit’ bar tightly, and Tim cusses quietly. 

It’s going to be a long day.

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Lucy sends him a second message while he’s eating lunch, and Tim chokes on his tacos, his vision blurring as he coughs, desperately trying to hack up the piece of tortilla he’d just sucked into his lungs. 

Lucy: [image]

She hasn’t even bothered to send a text with the picture, but a picture is definitely worth a thousand words. 

A couple thousand, maybe. 

A million. 

Tim is speechless as he stares at the photo. Lucy is naked, still in his bed, but this time the photo is shot from the same vantage point he’d spent several hours in the previous night. He can see the expanse of her soft, thick thighs, and he can see the way the lips of her pussy glisten with arousal. The long, thin fingers of one hand are parting her lips, and the fingers of the other are teasing her clit and the entrance of her pussy. 

Webb leans back in his chair and Tim locks his phone, shoves it in his pocket, and then stands up quickly. He reaches for his trash and nearly throws it all over the ground as his hands shake. 

Webb raises an eyebrow and Tim points toward the station. 

All he can see is Lucy’s curves, her thighs, her pussy… 

“I gotta…” he says, and then he bolts.

He walks toward the station with purpose, tossing his trash and grabbing his phone from his pocket. He dials Lucy and presses the phone to his ear, finding an empty hallway and slamming his forehead on the wall just as she picks up. 

“Hey,” Lucy murmurs, as if she hasn’t just broken his entire fucking brain. 

“Lucy, you can’t do this,” he hisses, and Lucy laughs on the other end. The sound is high and full of glee, and Tim has to close his eyes as he hears the shuffling of his quilt. 

She’s still in his bed. 

Naked. 

Touching herself. 

“I’m at work,” he tries, but he knows it’s a weak argument. 

“I’m just keeping you up to date on what you’re missing. I’m so horny, Tim. It’s all your fault. You didn’t fuck me before you left. I need you. I need you inside of me.”

Tim grunts and presses his heel against his groin. He’s already more than half hard, but he knows he only has fifteen minutes left of his break. 

“Please stop sending me these pictures or I won’t make it through the day,” he begs, but even to his own ears he doesn’t sound serious. 

“I will if you really want me to,” Lucy says, and Tim sighs as he steps back from the wall.

“I have six hours left on shift.”

Lucy hums on the other end of the phone; it’s a smug, knowing sound. 

“I’ll have dinner ready when you get here,” she says, and Tim listens as she climbs out of the bed. 

“Don’t put clothes on,” he says, his heart beating heavily in his chest. He imagines her walking through his house without a single stitch of clothing on, and he just wishes that he were there to see it. 

Tim hangs up and tries to imagine Nolan naked. 

It does the trick, and by the time he climbs back into the shop with Webb, he’s no longer hard in his pants. 

He shoves his phone in his pocket and tries to ignore it as he eases the shop back onto the street. 

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By the time Tim only has an hour left on his shift, he’s practically vibrating in place. He keeps glancing at his phone where it’s laying on the desk by his pile of paperwork. He bites his lip; his heart is racing and his palms are sweating. 

Surely she hadn’t taken him seriously when he’d said to stop… 

No, he decides.

She’s just torturing him. 

She’s just waiting… 

His phone dings and he nearly moans in anticipation. 

Webb shoots him a look, but Tim ignores it as he grabs for his phone. 

“Gonna… restroom,” he says, and he ignores the knowing glance he gets in response as he heads toward the men’s room. 

He’s barely locked himself in a stall when he swipes open Lucy’s message and groans. 

Oh god, she must be trying to kill him. She must be. 

Lucy: Come home, Tim. 

The image is of Lucy in the only apron Tim owns, with literally nothing else on under it. She’s taken it at such an angle that he can see the delicious curve of her ass over her shoulder, but what really captures his attention is the way she’s sucking on her own fingers. They’re wet with what Tim can only assume is her own arousal, and her eyes are closed as she licks them clean. Her tempting pink tongue peeks out from between her fingers, and Tim groans as he reaches down and presses his hand over his growing erection. 

Fuck paperwork, he decides. 

He quickly texts Lucy back, and then stalks out of the bathroom. 

Tim: I’m on my way. Be ready for me when I get home.  

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Tim opens the door and walks inside of his house, and he’s greeted with the scent of something delicious. Lucy has been cooking, he can tell. 

What a shame that it’s going to go to waste. 

They won’t be eating dinner anytime soon. 

He closes the door loudly enough that he knows Lucy will hear it, and he has to fight a smile as he slowly toes his shots off and hangs up his jacket. He reaches for the button on his jeans, flicking it open and lowering the zipper as he walks through the living room. 

He’d been desperate earlier because he hadn’t been the one in control. Lucy had been. She’d been sending him messages and risque pictures, throwing him off his game while he was on shift, but now… now he’s the one in charge. It’s his house, his domain, and he’s going to ruin her. He’s going to press her into his bed and make her come until she can’t fucking move, and then he’s going to do it all again. 

“Lucy,” he calls, his voice sing-song, and his smile grows as he stalks toward the bedroom. He slowly unbuttons his shirt, pulling it off as he walks into his room. His breath catches as he takes in the sight of Lucy splayed out on his bed, but he tries not to let it show as he walks toward her. He smiles, his eyes trailing slowly up her body, lingering on her tan legs, the way the wet lips of her pussy peek out from between her thighs, and the swell of her breasts. Her nipples are taut, pointed into hard peaks, and her lips are red and swollen as if she’s been biting them. 

She’s a vision. 

“Good girl,” he murmurs, and he watches as the red on Lucy’s cheeks slowly trails down her neck and her chest. 

“Tim,” she gasps, and he makes a noise as she trails one hand down her belly, her fingers dipping between her legs. 

“Ah ah,” he says, reaching out quickly to stall the movement, and he feels his cock thicken further in his jeans as Lucy groans in arousal. “No touching yet, baby.”

She whimpers and Tim laughs as he crawls onto the bed. He’s naked except for his jeans, and he watches as Lucy eyes the bulge of his cock where it pushes through the opening of his jeans. 

“You… were a very naughty girl today,” he says, and Lucy smiles as he kisses her calf. He reaches out and wraps his fingers around her ankles, pushing her legs open and crawling between them. He kisses a path from her ankle to her knee, and Lucy groans as he sinks his teeth into the thick flesh of her thigh. He bites and sucks, and then pulls back, watching as the skin darkens and the teeth marks fill with blood. “You were sending me those pictures, Lucy… while I was on duty. You were distracting me, keeping me from doing my job. That has to be punished.”

“Yes,” Lucy breathes, and Tim smiles as he presses his nose against the soft, waxed skin of her pussy and breathes. 

“You smell so fucking good,” he moans, and Lucy whimpers again as she squirms in his grasp. He’s holding her feet to the bed, his fingers wrapped tightly around her ankles, and he feels powerful as she bucks her hips into his face. 

“Tim, please,” she begs, and he feels a rush of desire flood his body. 

“Soon,” he promises, and then he lets go of her ankles and pulls away entirely, and Lucy cries out as he steps off of the bed and walks toward his closet and away from her. 

“Tim, get the fuck back here,” she growls, and Tim laughs loudly as he pulls open the closer doors. 

“Just a sec, babe,” he says, and Lucy groans in frustration as he digs around behind his hanging shirts. He pulls something from the closet but doesn’t let Lucy see what it is until he crawls back onto the bed and between her legs. She watches him, her eyes half lidded, and then groans when he trails his hands from her hips up to her shoulders. 

“Tim,” she breathes, and he smiles as he bends down and kisses her. 

“Can I tie you up?”

Lucy nods frantically, her eyes fluttering closed as Tim kisses her cheek and her eyelids and her forehead. 

“If you need to stop, just say stop, okay? No fancy safewords or anything… at least not yet. If you say stop, I’ll stop.”

Lucy nods, and she wants to take time to explore Tim’s not yet but he chooses that moment to press his clothed cock against her pussy. At the same time, he reaches for her hands, wrapping his long fingers around both of her wrists, and Lucy nearly screams as he wraps one of his silky ties around her wrists and then loops the other end around the headboard. He ties a double knot, and then tugs on it to test the holding power. 

“How does that feel?” he asks, and Lucy nods as she pulls against her restraints. She can’t move her hands more than a single inch, and she nods as Tim settles back between her legs. 

“Good,” he says, and then he practically dives between her legs, secure in the knowledge that she’s at his mercy. He presses his lips to her clit, sucking it into his mouth and thrusting his tongue into her pussy at the same time. Lucy screams, her thighs tightening around his head, and Tim grins as he feels her cunt tighten around his tongue and then flutter with release. 

One, he thinks, and then he trails his hand up her inner thigh, pinching the sensitive skin between his fingers as he releases her clit. He licks down her pussy, feeling Lucy’s arousal and his spit pool in the crevice of her thigh as he pushes his tongue as far inside of her as he possibly can, and he finds himself rutting into the bed as he swallows compulsively, groaning as he memorizes her taste. 

He’ll never get tired of doing this to her. 

“Tim, Tim,” Lucy chants, and Tim grins as he pulls back and sucks in a breath. His lips and chin are soaked, and he licks them, chasing Lucy’s taste as he slides his hands across Lucy’s thighs and then behind her, cupping her ass in his hands and tugging her until she’s laying flat on the bed, her hands extended above her where they’re tied to the headboard. She’s at a complete disadvantage, unable to push Tim where she really wants him as he kisses her mound and the crease of her thigh and the lips of her pussy. 

“I’m going to make you come again,” he whispers, and Lucy nods desperately as he presses a chaste kiss over her cunt. “And again and again and again.”

Lucy whimpers this time, but Tim just smiles. He runs the tip of his tongue through her soaking wet lips, circles her clit, and then drops back down, repeating the motion over and over until Lucy is begging, pushing her hips into Tim’s face, her arousal dripping down her thighs and soaking the bed beneath them. 

“Tim, fuck, please!” she shouts, and Tim gives in because this is just the beginning. 

He doesn’t want to push her too far too quickly. 

“Okay, baby,” he says, and then he draws two fingers through her pussy before pressing them inside of her next to his tongue. He thrusts them in and out, groaning as the movement pushes more arousal and wetness out, and he desperately licks up everything she gives him as he pushes her over the edge for a second time. 

Lucy cries out his name, her hips bowing off of the bed as she comes, and Tim smiles as he pulls back, slowing the movement of his fingers inside of her as she trembles. Her thighs fall open and her chest heaves, and she closes her eyes as she comes down from the high. 

“T-Tim,” she whimpers, and he smiles as he kisses her belly and then her breasts. He keeps moving up her body until he captures her lips with his, sharing her wetness and the taste of her arousal. His lips and chin slide against hers easily, spreading the mess, and he feels Lucy trembling beneath him as he fucks her mouth with his tongue. 

“Hey, baby,” he murmurs, and Lucy smiles, her eyes still closed as he pulls back. He runs his hands up and down her sides, his thumbs brushing against the swell of her breasts, giving her a moment to calm down as he takes in the way her skin flushes. “You doing okay?”

Lucy nods and licks her lips, chasing her own taste, and Tim groans as he leans back on his heels. 

He’s still wearing his jeans, and they’re becoming distinctly uncomfortable but he doesn’t want to back away from Lucy, not while she’s tied up and at his mercy. 

He’s glad that Lucy’s eyes are closed when he nearly kicks himself in the face while trying to shimmy out of his pants and boxers, but she still giggles, having felt his movements as he tosses the jeans to the floor. He kisses her to shut her up, and then bites her lip, swallowing her moan as he parts her thighs again. 

“Ready?” he asks, and Lucy nods, tugging against her bindings as Tim bites her breasts and her belly before settling between her legs again. He kisses her clit, a soft, chaste peck, and then uses his thumbs to pull the lips of her pussy apart. She’s glistening, the flesh swollen and red, and Tim groans as he dives back in. 

Lucy cries out and arches her back and comes almost immediately as Tim licks her frantically, drowning himself in her. He flattens his tongue and drags it along Lucy’s sensitive flesh, flicking her clit before returning to her hole and starting all over again. Her thighs tremble, but Tim doesn’t stop even for a second, prolonging her pleasure. He opens his mouth as wide as he can, sucking as much of her pussy into his mouth as he can as he shoves his fingers back inside of her. She’s hot and wet and delicious, and Tim doesn’t know if she comes for a fourth time or if the third orgasm just never ends, but her pussy is clenching around his fingers, sucking him in. He licks around the digits, his tongue teasing the abused rim of her cunt, and then bites on the flesh, gently, groaning against her clit as Lucy cries out and pushes her hips almost painfully into his face. 

He can barely breathe, but he thinks he would happily drown in her. 

“Tim! Please! Please, god, please fuck me, please,” Lucy cries out, and Tim pulls back, running the stubble of his chin over her pussy and clit as he glances up at Lucy. She’s flushed head to toe, her stomach heaving as she gasps desperately. There are tears trailing sluggishly down her cheeks, and Tim makes a noise as he covers her body with his, pressing his cock into the crease of her thigh as he kisses away the tears. 

“Are you okay, baby?” he asks, and Lucy nods, pulling against her bindings as she rubs her pussy against his dick. It slides between her lips easily, the head of his cock catching against her rim, and Tim grunts and bucks against her as he pulls out. He reaches for his cock, pinching the base to keep from coming immediately, and then slaps it against her cunt several times as he kisses down her neck. He takes one of her nipples into his mouth, his fingers wrapping around the other, and Lucy moans and sobs beneath him. 

“Please fuck me,” she begs again, and this time Tim gives in. 

She’s at her limit, and he wants to feel her come around his cock before he’s done with her. 

“Okay, Luce,” he murmurs, and Lucy sobs in relief as he slowly sinks his length inside of her. He’s so aroused that it nearly hurts, and being inside of Lucy’s hot, wet pussy is almost too much. 

“Ooooooh, god,” she breathes, and Tim chuckles as he struggles to get his knees under him. He grips her ass in his hands and holds her pelvis against his as he repositions, and then he helps her wrap her ankles around his waist as he pulls out and then sinks back inside. 

“Not gonna last,” he warns her, because how could he? How can he be expected to last when she’s gripping his cock with her perfect pussy, moaning and writhing beneath him as he sets a fast and hard pace. 

“Come inside of me,” she begs him, and Tim nods, burying his face in her neck as his cock splits her open again and again. His knee slips in the mess they’ve made on the bed and he slams his pelvis into hers harder than he means to. Lucy moans, though, rubbing her clit against the curls at the base of his cock as he grinds against her. 

Tim bites his lip and digs his fingers into the meat of Lucy’s thighs as he pulls out and fucks back inside. The ball of heat in his stomach is growing, pooling in his groin as he fucks Lucy desperately. He wants her to come one more time, just once more. He wants to feel her pussy flutter around his cock. He wants to feel her legs tighten around him. He wants to hear her scream his name—

“TIM!”

Tim groans and drops his whole body on top of Lucy’s as they come simultaneously. He can feel her cunt suck him in as deep as he can go, and then he’s coming, his balls tightening as he empties himself inside of her. He’s been on edge so long that his orgasm just keeps going, his hips stuttering as he fills her to the brim. He can feel it leaking from her pussy, sliding down their thighs, and he groans as he collapses onto the bed. He wraps his arms around her, falling on his side so that he doesn’t crush her, and then pulls her to him, breathing heavily as he finds her lips and kisses her. He breathes heavily into her mouth, swallowing her gasps, and it’s less of a kiss and more just sharing breath, but it’s intimate, and Tim basks in the afterglow as their hearts slow and the sweat cools on their bodies. 

After what seems like forever he comes back to himself and reaches up, quickly untying her wrists before hauling her completely into his arms. He massages her hands, helping restore the blood flow, and sighs as Lucy shudders and melts into him. 

“That… was fucking awesome,” she says, and Tim chuckles softly as he kisses her wrists. 

“Yeah. It was.”

They’re silent for a long moment, and then Lucy groans as she rolls away from Tim. She stretches and then grunts as she tries to sit up but falls back down, her thighs trembling and her stomach muscles aching.

“I might have to call into work again tomorrow,” she says, and Tim nearly dies, because he doesn’t think he’ll survive a second round of what she had put him through today. 

“This isn’t sustainable,” he groans, and Lucy laughs as she wiggles until she’s on the other side of the bed, clear of the wet spot. Tim grunts and joins her, not necessarily annoyed by the mess but instead just needing to be next to her. “We can’t keep doing this. I nearly drove the shop off of the road today.”

“You should probably stop fucking me so well that I can’t walk, then,” she stresses, and Tim pauses to think about it for a second. 

He would, except… 

“Never,” he growls, and Lucy laughs as he settles between her legs and kisses her again. 

(Lucy does, in fact, call into work the next day). 

Tim minds less than he thought he would.