Whoa, head rush. But at least she didn't feel so much like she was gonna pass out. Shy giggled again, wrapping her arms around his neck as she returned his kisses. He tasted like booze too. And him. It was a good combo. She crowed out another giggle when he said that he liked it. "Yeah," she agreed. "Glad you don't take it like I'm laughing at you. Other guys have. It just feels so good." And it did. She shivered as Lucas laid her back and started rocking into her. "God, Lucas," she moaned, fisting one hand in his hair. "So close. Can you feel it? It feels so good." She shuddered and clenched tighter around him, legs wrapping around him high on his back. "Gonna come," she whimpered.
She giggled all the time so he had no reason to think she was laughing at him. She was also opinionated as fuck and couldn't keep her mouth shut for five seconds ninety-nine percent of the time so if she didn't like what he was doing, how he felt, the way his cock looked or anything else for that matter, she'd have said as much. And besides, he could understand just how good it felt because he could feel pleasure in every cell in his body, especially when she kept clenching around him like that and whispering his name so damn sexily. Fuck. Hearing her warning, he shuddered a little and buried his face in against her neck beneath her ear as he picked up the pace and the force behind each thrust he made. "That's it, Shy," he breathed. "Come for me, baby. Make me come."
She only giggled all the time around Lucas. Because he made her happy. He was her best friend, and now he was more. Hopefully. They hadn't really talked about that before falling on each other like animals in rut. They should probably do that. Later. They were kind of busy right now. She crowed in delight when he buried his face against her throat and started really going after her. "Yes," she hissed, hand fisting harder in his hair as she shuddered and writhed underneath him. "So close, so fucking close," she breathed. "Right there. Yeah. Oh God." Another harder shudder ran through Shy's body and she dug her nails into his shoulder. "God, Lucas!" she screeched as she came hard around him, seizing up and shaking as she clung to him.
Her nails in his shoulder and her clenching cunt were all it took to push him right over the edge. He rutted against her a dozen or so more shallow little thrusts before he came with an almost nightmarish screech, falling after her and filling her up all over again. He buried his face against her neck, nipping at her skin though not enough to break her flesh even the slightest bit. His owl might be telling him to give up the ghost and make this girl his, but he pushed those urges back. He wouldn't do that to Cheyenne, no matter how much he loved her and wanted her to be his. Hell, he wouldn't do that to her because he loved her. Lucas nearly collapsed on the girl, just barely managing to hold himself above her, keeping his weight from crushing the poor tiny little thing. "Jesus," he whispered against her skin.
Cheyenne shuddered again as he came, still having not come down from her own orgasm. "Fuck, Luc..." she whined as he filled her up again, slipping deeper with the extra lubrication. She kind of wanted to bite him too. Because yeah, she'd been in love with Lucas forever. So yeah, they could wait a little longer. Yeah. She was his and always had been. They'd both just been so stupid. "Tell me about it," she panted, letting out a little croaky laugh. "Definitely sore. But so worth it."