Lost Girl Ch. 15

The sternness in his voice caused a pang of guilt to course through her, and she briefly averted her gaze before looking back at him.

"If you came here to start a fight, then forget it. I did nothing wrong, and that was out of my control."

"I don't wanna fight," he responded. "But I do deserve an explanation for why you agreed to get in his car."

"Because I was curious," she said. "He seemed really bothered, so I figured it had to be something pretty serious."

"Besides kissing, what else did you two do?"

"Nothing."

"He didn't touch you?"

"No."

"Then why were you in the car for so long?"

"We were talking."

"About what?"

"He had a premonition."

"Go on."

"He said he had a feeling that something bad was going to happen if I went home with you. And he begged me to get a ride home with Ethan and Kimi."

"And you did," Lucas stated. "So the jerk got his wish."

"He seemed seriously worried, Lucas. And he said the bad thing was definitely connected to you. I don't think he was just making the whole thing up."

"Of course he was, the guy's a creep. I always knew there was something off about him."

"Tristan has spiritual gifts," Claudia said. "Everyone on the rez knows that he's special."

"He's not special, he's creepy," Lucas proclaimed. "Even back in kindergarten, I never trusted him."

"Tristan Isn't creepy. He's just misunderstood."

"You remember that night he drove us home?" Lucas asked. "The night my car broke down after we went out to dinner?"

"Yeah."

"Well, after we dropped you off at your house and headed for mine, I got this really strange feeling from him."

"What kind of a feeling?" Claudia asked.

"I don't know, It's hard to explain. But It's like he was probing into my soul."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. Totally weird, right? I mean, what the hell was he doing?"

"I'm sure it was nothing serious. He was probably a little jealous, that's all."

"Well I am better looking," Lucas stated. "So if I were him, I'd probably be jealous too."

With a shake of her head, Claudia lightly chuckled.

"I mean it's true, isn't it? Between the two of us, you find me more attractive..."

"Stop fishing for compliments. You're already well aware of just how handsome you are."

"Feels good to hear you say it, though."

With a smile on her lips, Claudia leaned down to give him a tender kiss. But on pulling back to gaze into his eyes, Lucas's face went all serious.

"So now that we know Tristan is after you, I want you to stay away from him."

"Funny you should say that, because that's exactly what I told him after you guys had the fight."

"So then we're in agreement."

"Yeah. I mean at least for awhile, until I forgive him for starting this whole mess."

"Fuck forgiving him. The guy disrespected our relationship."

"He's not a bad person, just a little impulsive."

"Oh, God. You're not actually making excuses for him?"

"No. I'm just saying, he had a lapse in judgment."

"Stay away from him, Claude. Tell him that you don't want to see him again."

"I can't do that. He's my friend."

"He's trying to bang you," Lucas loudly declared. "Does that sound like a man who's interested in friendship?"

"You wanna keep it down?" A pinched expression crossed her face. "My mother and Big John are sleeping right across the hall.

"Sorry."

"Anyways, It's like really late, so I should probably get back to sleep."

"Invite me in."

"I can't."

"Please? I'll only stay a few minutes." He gave her his best puppy dog face before adding, "I just wanna hold you in my arms."

"That's it?"

"Maybe make out a little, too."

A gentle smile tugged at the corners of her lips, and unable to resist from giving into his request, she lifted the window higher.

"Fine. But you're going to have to be *super* quiet, because I don't wanna get busted."

"No problem, I can do that."

Aided by the strength of his biceps, Lucas effortlessly climbed up and into her bedroom window. The hardwood floor creaked beneath the soles of his shoes, and with only dim moonlight to illuminate his path, he nearly tripped over a stack of books that was on the floor. On reaching the edge of the bed, he sat down and took his shoes off, then shrugged out of his suit jacket before beckoning for Claudia to come nearer.

As soon as she reached him, he pulled her onto his lap, maneuvering her body so that they were face to face with her straddling him. His fingers threaded through the strands of her hair, gripping firmly at the roots before angling her head so that it tilted back.

Although it was faint, the moan she released was lustful. But it wasn't until his tongue ghosted along the column of her throat, that her horniness really went into overdrive. Equally aroused, Lucas pushed out a hot breath, and with avid enthusiasm, began rolling his hips against hers.

Even through the fabric of his pants, Claudia could feel the heat of his erection. She could also feel the tip of it jutting through his pants, and eager to caress it, she lowered her hand. Hot, heavy, and stiff, it was deliciously engorged. Although she'd seen it on several occasions, she'd never done more than stroke him with her hand. But tonight she was feeling especially horny, and was eager to show off a hidden skill that Lucas was completely unaware of.

Placing a hand against his chest, Claudia encouraged Lucas to lay on his back. Then with an eagerness that was displayed through hasty movements, she tugged at his belt. A few seconds later she had his pants open and his boxers exposed, but it wasn't until he was free and exposed for her hungry eyes, that she fully realized just how badly she wanted to suck his dick.

Watching her with an expression that could only be described as pure glee, Lucas wiggled his hips so that his pants could be removed. Once they were discarded on the floor, Claudia brought her mouth towards his shaft, deeply inhaling the musk of his arousal. It was a sweet, rich scent, one that made her mouth water in anticipation of his flavor.

The tip of his penis, which was wet and oozing precum, had the texture of a hard boiled egg, and as she eased him into the softness of her mouth, he let out a husky whimper. She'd only taken him halfway into her mouth when he began to ardently moan, squirming at the sensation of her silky tongue coasting along the veins of his penis.

"Oh yeah ..." His breaths came hard, chest rising and falling with every breath that he took. "Take me deeper, baby. Slide it all the way in."

More than happy to oblige him, she relaxed her throat muscles so that his shaft went further, bypassing her gag reflex and gliding into her throat. By this time Lucas was completely high on pleasure, eyes narrowed to slits as Claudia worked her mouth up and down the velvety flesh of his hard muscle. Completely entranced, he watched dazedly as she masterfully sucked him, savoring the texture and flavor of his turgid masculinity.

Along with the soft sucking noises that came from her mouth, Claudia was stimulated by the raspy groans that Lucas was expelling. But the thing that turned her on most of all, was knowing that her mother and Big John were in the very next room, peacefully sleeping as she avidly sucked her boyfriend's cock. Oh yes, she was being *very* naughty, and loving every minute of it.

What had once been a fire between her thighs was now an inferno. That sensitive spot between her legs was spasming with a need to be touched, and unless it got some attention soon, she would go crazy with need.

"Oh, fuck." Lucas's body tensed, abdominals flexing as she suddenly picked up the tempo. "I'm cumming...I'm cumming...oh shit, Claude. I'm gonna blow."

Spurred on by his excitement, she tightened her lips around his hardness. His moans intensified until they became incoherent, and after a few more moments of bobbing her head up and down, he pulsed a jet of hot semen into the back of her throat.

The taste - which was a little salty and completely masculine - wasn't entirely unpleasant at all. It went down smoothly, coating her throat with its slippery warmth, and with a slow, seductive movement, she pulled his cock from the seal of her mouth.

Completely spent of fluid, Lucas lay limply on the bed. His breaths came out heavy and his eyes were half-lidded with gratification. A lazy smile crossed his face as Claudia climbed on top of him, and for a few tender moments, they shared a deep, wet kiss.

"My god, that was amazing," he said as they broke the oral embrace. "How the hell did you learn how to deep throat?"

"Practice." A coy smile tilted her lips.

"How many guys have you practiced on?" No longer appearing pleased, Lucas was now giving her a serious look.

"Just one. The bulk of my experience came from bananas and popsicles."

"Seriously?"

She nodded.

"How naughty," Lucas said. "And what made you start doing that?"

"I had a boyfriend at the time and was pretty clueless on how to please him, so I did some research online and found all the information I could ever need."

"Wow." A gleam of excitement had come into Lucas's eyes. "I always knew you were naughty but I never expected this."

"I had a feeling you would be surprised."

"I'm more than surprised, I'm fucking blown away. Do you know how much of a turn on it is to have a girlfriend who can deep throat?"

With a smile on her lips, she rolled over onto her side.

"Will you lick me, now?" Eager to receive some oral attention of her own, Claudia hastily shimmied out of her boyshorts. "I really need to feel your tongue between my thighs."

"How about my cock, instead? That'd feel a whole lot better."

"Not too sure of your oral skills, are you?" She teased.

"Oh I'm *damn* good, I can assure you of that."

"Oh yeah?"

"Most definitely."

No longer laying on his back, Lucas was now on top of Claudia, pinning her against the firm mattress. Deliciously solid, his body possessed a strength that was undeniable. Helpless to move even an inch, Claudia was effectively trapped beneath him, but rather than feel worried, she was thoroughly excited.

"I want to make love to you." Stated in a deep tone of voice, Lucas paused before speaking again. "Is it ever going to happen, or are you just leading me on?"

"I want it to happen," Claudia said. "It's just that I'm not ready yet."

"Would you be ready for Tristan?"

Shocked into silence, Claudia could only give him a wide-eyed look.

"Did I strike a nerve?"

"No." Her mouth was dry, but she still swallowed anyway.

"I get the feeling that you are ready to have sex. But you just don't want to have it with me."

"Yes I do. Can't you tell how attracted to you I am?"

"I know you're attracted," Lucas responded. "But you don't find me worthy of being your first."

"That's not true. You are worthy."

"Then why won't you give yourself to me?"

"I already told you, I'm not ready."

"Bullshit. If Tristan was on top of you right now, I bet you'd open your legs."

"All right, you know what? You're totally out of line for that." Lifting a palm to his chest, she tried to push him off her, but it was useless, as he wouldn't budge even an inch.

"I'm not stupid, Claudia. I can tell that something's going on."

"You're being paranoid."

"No, I'm being realistic."

"I don't want to fight with you," she said. "So if that's what you want, you can get the hell out of my house."

"It's not what I want," he hastily responded.

"Then what is it? Tell me."

"I want to know that you care for me. That you're not just biding your time until you head off to college."

"What? Of course I'm not biding my time. Why would you even think that?"

"Because people like you don't stay on reservations. They move away to college, get degrees, and never come back."

"We talked about this, Lucas. I'll drive out on weekends to spend time with you."

"Maybe at first, but you'll eventually get tired of it."

"Where's your faith in us?" Claudia pinned him with a hard stare. "If you don't believe that we'll make it, then why should I?"

Rendered speechless by her straightforward question, Lucas took a moment to ponder it. But soon the thoughtful look that came over his face was replaced by one of undeniable hope.

"So it looks pretty certain that I'll be getting a job at the lumber mill after graduation."

"Doing what?"

"Feeding machines, sorting and stacking wood, loading it onto a truck...nothing too exciting, but it's a job."

"Sounds pretty laborous," Claudia said. "I hope they pay you well."

"Jobs aren't easy to come by on the rez, so I'll take what they give me."

Allowing her gaze to drift to the feather in his hair, Claudia noticed it had a white tip and base, while the center was black. Even in the dim light of the moon she could see how shiny it was, and wanting to see if the feather was as soft as it looked, she stretched out a finger to lightly stroke it.

"What kind of a bird did this feather come from?" Noting that it was indeed very soft, she admired the beauty of it.

"A Harris hawk."

"And is there a reason that you wore it in your hair tonight?"

"It carries a lot of good energy," he said. "Hawk feathers symbolize strength, far-sightedness, and guardianship."

"Do you feel any different when you wear it in your hair?"

He nodded. "The spirit of the hawk this feather came from is very strong. Whatever attributes the bird used to possess are passed through its spirit and into me."

"Is the hawk your animal guide?"

"No, it's the horse."

Large and calloused, Lucas's hand came up to caress her face. Done gently and with a reverence that was indisputable, he regarded her with awe. Almost black with wanting, his dark brown eyes drank in the sight of her soft, feminine features. The energy in the air was palpable, thick with both the desire and affection that they had for one another.

One of Claudia's hands was still embedded in his hair, fingers sliding through the silky soft strands that were waist length. But the other hand was resting directly between their bodies, and taking it in his own, he guided it towards his chest.

"Can you feel that?" He asked while pressing her palm against his heart. "Do you feel how quickly my moskizipahpi is beating for you?"

She did indeed feel the beat of his heart, and pressed her palm even firmer against it.

"I'm falling for you, Claudia. And I don't know how to stop."

Shocked to hear these words, she found that her own heart was racing right along with Lucas's.

"Do you want to stop falling for me?" She asked him.

"No."

"Then don't."

He seemed to mull this over for a few minutes before tenderly kissing her nose.

"Will you fall with me? Or is Tristan going to stand between us forever?"

"Lucas, I-."

"Stop."

Effectively silenced by his fingers against her lips, Claudia stared up into his face, which was marred by a gentle frown.

"Please don't deny it, Claudia. I already know the truth, so there's no use pretending."

Blushing beneath the scrutiny of Lucas's gaze, Claudia shifted her attention to some point over his broad shoulders. He wasn't stupid of course, she'd already known that, but she hadn't expected him to so skillfully pick up on her and Tristan's interactions.

Up until that point, she hadn't wanted to admit that her feelings for Tristan ran deeper than friendship, but it was sort of hard to deny the truth when everyone around her was pointing out how glaringly obvious it was.

Angling his head to give her a kiss her on the lips, Lucas touched his mouth ever so softly against hers. Tentatively, his tongue brushed across the seam of her lips, and as she opened her mouth to grant him entrance, he rewarded her with a deep, dizzying kiss.

By the time he pulled back she was left feeling a little light-headed, but as he shrugged out of his dress shirt and revealed the solid torso beneath it, everything suddenly came sharply back into focus. Toned, powerful, and one hundred percent masculine, Lucas's body was a coppery hue that contrasted beautifully against Claudia's dark brown skin.

Pressing his body to hers, he anchored her against the firm mattress. For this moment in time she was completely his - to kiss, to touch, and to lavish with attention. But not his to have just exactly as he would have liked, for if he shifted his crotch even just a few inches downward, he would slip into the velvety warmth which so cruelly beckoned him.

Gazing deep into Claudia's eyes, he began to wonder if he shouldn't just go for it anyways. But no sooner had the idea come into his head, did he experience deep shame for even allowing the thought to exist.

Cursing the stiff organ between his legs, Lucas rolled off of her body. Only through sheer willpower was he able to force himself up and off the bed, but by the time he slipped his boxers on, he knew that he was doing the right thing.

"Where are you going?" Shocked at this unexpected display of behavior, Claudia watched as he slipped into his boxer shorts.

"Home."

"Why?" Now sitting up, she was wearing a rather pained look. "I thought you were enjoying yourself."

"I am. Maybe a little too much."

"Please don't go. I want you to stay."

"I really don't think that's a good idea," Lucas said. "Because if I stay, I might end up doing something that I really shouldn't."

Now completely silent, Claudia watched as Lucas slipped into his pants. He was just about to put his dress shirt on, but something made him suddenly paused and turn to face her.

"You wanna know what I was thinking as I was laying there on top of you?"

The nod Claudia gave was small.

I was wondering if I shouldn't just force myself on you. You know, do the accidental slip-in and hope that you would be okay with it."

"But I wouldn't be okay with it."

"Exactly."

Before he could finish getting dressed, Claudia was off the bed and standing in front of him. Although he had a good five inches on her, Claudia was somehow able to exude an air of dominance, and with a serious look on her face, she uttered a command.

"On your knees."

"What?" A blank look spread across his face as he stared down into her eyes.

"I said get on your knees."

By this time he'd begun to get an idea of what was going on, but there was still

an uncertainty in the way that he dropped to his knees. Now afforded the opportunity to look down on him, Claudia noticed that he was wearing a curious expression. But as she sat on the edge of the bed and stretched out her legs to rest them on his shoulders, his brows lifted high and his Adam's apple bobbed with excitement.

"I gave you a great blowjob earlier, right?" She asked while intently eyeing him.

"Yeah."

"So return the favor."

Having taken off her panties earlier, she was already bare and ready to receive gratification. Her legs were parted wide to show that she was open and wet, wanting and needing the pleasure of his hot, silky tongue.

Just thinking about how good it would feel made her inner muscles clench in anticipation, and she scooted slightly forward to give Lucas optimal access to her dripping wet sex. Like a dog in heat, he leaned in closer to inhale her scent, and after spreading her delicate petals to expose the hot pink interior, he dove right in and began to eat her.

From the very first lick he had her gasping out loud, hips bucking ardently forward as she tried her hardest to force back the moans. For the past two months, Lucas had been asking to go down on her and several times she had nearly caved in.

But for some reason she had been stupid enough to think that allowing him to eat her pussy would give him the cue that she was interested in getting fucked as well. Not only had she been wrong in assuming that, but a complete and utter fool to deny herself the pleasure of such a long and delightfully talented tongue.