Bring You To Your Knees

I believe that we are whom we choose to be. Nobody is going to give you anything. You have got to go out and fight for it. Nobody knows what you want, expect you, and nobody will be as sorry as you if you don't get it. Nobody has the power to shatter your dreams but you. So do I believe that I should give up on my dream?

That is the shit that kept running through my mind last night as I tried everything in my power not to think of Lucas.

I have fought with every part of my being to get what I want. It takes a lot for me to give up. I can't just give up because of one thing that happened. I will keep on fighting and fighting until I have nothing left in me, and giving up is the only option left.

That is the second load of shit that came to my mind. He was officially haunting not only me but my dreams as well. And to make things even somewhat worse is the fact that he has not, for once, stopped fucking phoning.

Yes, the desire to pick up again was still there, and I know that with every one of those desires, I would have been rude to him still. The fact is, I CAN NOT DO IT. I will not be with a man that I cannot trust.

Fuck, think of it this way, maybe second time lucky, some bitch will not take what is mine.

Ya…there I go again with that shit.

Lucas Lucero is not mine. He never was. He never will be. Now was I his? I can honestly not the fuck say. The man can play a game, and he can play it well. Was Lexi Rose just another knot in his string?

This brings me to this, and god forbid the man for I shall cut every part of his body off that provides pleasure, but my question is? Was I really the only woman that he had ever loved?

I wish this man would leave my head!

But I can't; all I think about is him pinning my hands to my bed and roam every untouched part of my body. I want my legs to move and writhe as he slides his fingers in beneath. Then I slowly want him to edge entry until I am completely soaked for him. I want to feel my back arch as he mercilessly pounds deep into me.

Fuck. Nice going, Lexi; now I am fucking horny.

And not only am I horny, but now I have a burning desire to see what Lucas messaged me.

I know that I am going to regret this.

But every bone in my screaming body is aching to see him.

Fuck.

It only takes me but a second to find my phone to where I tossed it across the room last night. With very eager fingers and somewhat excited, I swipe up for his name and scan through one after the other of about nearly nine messages that he has sent.

"Lexi, I know you don't want to talk to me but give me just one moment."

I chuckle at myself, the very first sound of joy that has left my lips in a far too long ago time.

"I want you to imagine kissing me. I am taking my right hand and pulling your long blonde hair away from my shoulder. I lay my lips against your naked soft skin. The scent of your perfume attacks my senses, making the desire to kiss you even more intense. I kiss you from your shoulder up the sensitive parts of your neck. Then I softly nip at your earlobe. I can feel you squirm on the chair as the pleasure shoots to every corner of your aching body. Your lips are shaking as you breathe little, short breaths. You gently lean into my touch as I lay my lips against your warm, velvety ones. Then unable to control myself anymore, I pull you into a fiery, passionate kiss."

I drop down onto the bed and giggle to myself.

Fuck.

Did he just send me that goddamn message? I am not going to lie, but that seriously earned me being hot and bothered. I so want to pick that phone up and sent one right back to him, but I am going to be rude. Perhaps yes, but rude in all the way that I want to take that body.

Fuck.

But just as I thought my raging heart would just cool down, I read the following messages that are lighting up.

"Imagine you are standing in front of me; you are wearing that tight red dress that drives me insane. I want you to feel as I pull the strap aside and kiss you softly on your shoulder. Then I scrunch my fingers into the seams and pull them over your head. You are completely naked and exposed, only for my eyes to see. I gently nip at your nipple, and I watch me as you clench your thighs together."

Holy shit! Does this man want to kill me? I am throbbing to an enormous ache, but there is no way that I am going to answer him. He can not possibly come up with anything more erotic than this. This is Lucas that we are talking about, we tried having phone sex once, and we miserably failed.

This is the horniest that I am going to get.

Ya…you just put your mouth in it.

"I want you to imagine sliding my hands up those clenching thighs until I find the very essence of you. Your hand brushes against my pulsing erection; I can feel your need for me. I growl as I feel my very own arousal for you. I can smell me; I touch you. I have never had anything so sweet in my life before. Your body aches as I let my hands roam at free will. It feels as if I am going to burst. You gasp, and I can barely breathe."

This man is killing me. Slow. Painful. But god, it is worth it.

And beyond my better judgment, I only but send one word to him, "Lucas."

This just fuels that torment that he is sending my way. And if I thought that he could not get any worse, he somehow proves me wrong.

"Imagine you I am pushing you into that couch where you take your afternoon naps in. I am on top of you; your body is glistening from the sweat that is building up from the heat that we feel for each other. You slowly take your right leg and hook it around my waist. With one long, slow thrust, I feel every inch of my erection slipping inside of you. And just when I think that it seems impossible, I drive in again and delve even deeper than before. The pure ecstasy makes you drag your nails into my back, and I let out a loud roar. Then…your body completely surrenders."

Fuck.

"Imagine I am slipping my hand underneath your hips so that I can go in even longer and deeper. Your body arches as I push you further and further closer to a rush of sensation that I can barely contain. Our bodies are panting together; every breath intensifies the feelings that are swept through our bodies. Feelings that are by turns gentle, savage, and sure."

Ya…that is me.

Lucas Lucero has managed to bring Lexi Rose to her knees yet again. But I know that I am going to regret this.

So what do I do?