Uncharted Hearts: From Casual to Forever

022~ ONE DAY

Aria

He kissed my chin, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. Nibbling on my skin, he trailed a series of hot, wet kisses down my neck, igniting a sweet anticipation. His hands, gentle yet firm, caressed my inner thigh, and I held onto his shoulders, the subtle ache between my legs fading in the dance of our connection.

As he grabbed the hem of my gown, pulling it up, I instinctively raised my hand, a breath catching in my throat as he unveiled me. Breathless, I watched his gaze linger on my naked chest, the tender moment creating an intimate connection. My n*****s responded to the attention, a subtle reaction that didn't go unnoticed.

Attempting to cover myself, he gently pulled my hands away, his voice a soft whisper, "You're beautiful." Leaning over, he took a n****e into his mouth, eliciting a shaky moan.

His lips and free hand worked in tandem, drawing forth pleasure as he sucked and nibbled on one n****e, rolling the other between his fingers.

The exploration extended to my inner thighs, gradually moving towards the wet fabric between them. "You are ready for me," he declared, meeting my gaze.

Rising up slowly, I allowed him to reveal himself, and a gasp escaped as he eased me down his length.

"Oh God!" I exclaimed as the sweet sensation of being fully stretched consumed me.

His gaze locked onto mine, intensifying my arousal as he grunted, "You feel so good!"

In a passionate kiss, our mouths melded as he guided my movements, each thrust increasing my heartbeat. The contrasting sensations within me escalated, toes coiling in anticipation of the impending climax. "Oh God! Lucas," I screamed, my body responding eagerly to his rhythm.

With a gentle caress on my shoulders, he pulled me closer, his grip on my waist tightening as his thrusts became more intense, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I couldn't contain my cries, my head falling back and my eyes fluttering as he penetrated deeply. Each powerful thrust pushed me closer to the edge of another orgasm, my body trembling in response.

As I gasped for air, he gradually withdrew, leaving us both gasping and flushed with desire, his c*m spilling on me.

Lucas's face rested on my chest, his ragged warm breath creating a gentle caress against my skin. My hand found refuge at the back of his tousled hair, fingers entwined in the aftermath of our shared intimacy. The living room held nothing but the audible cadence of our heavy breathing, a harmonious echo of the intense moments we had just experienced.

Sweaty and sticky, I felt a delicious fatigue coursing through me, leaving my legs devoid of strength. Lucas, holding my ass, effortlessly lifted both of us from the sofa, a seamless motion as he skillfully pulled up his pants.

Surrendering to the moment, I buried my face in the warmth of his neck as he guided us through the dimly lit space, presumably heading toward a bathroom. He delivered a swift kick that sent two doors swinging wide.

His voice, carrying a playful grin, broke the silence, "Do you need my help showering?"

Still immersed in the aftermath, I softly replied, "No."

Gently, he lowered me to the bathroom floor, his touch both gentle and possessive.

As he tenderly moved the strands of hair adhering to my sweat-stained face, a gentle kiss graced my forehead. With a lingering touch, he left me alone in the quiet bathroom.

Under the soothing cascade of the shower, I surrendered to the falling water, lathering up with the discovered body wash. "Don't think about it," I reminded myself, playfully slapping my cheeks as I turned off the shower.

Wrapping myself in a towel from the rail, my reflection met my gaze in the mirror. The blue shirt Lucas had left called out to me, and as I examined it, I couldn't resist donning it. The fabric draped loosely, a tactile comfort against my skin, though a sense of vulnerability lingered.

"s**t, I should have thought this through before agreeing to it," I muttered, the realization settling in.

Drying my hair, I faced my reflection, my own voice breaking the silence, "You horny b***h, why do you keep messing up?"

I closed my eyes, attempting to find solace in the slow, deliberate rhythm of my breath.

Behind the closed door, the anticipation of his presence lingered. Collecting my thoughts, I approached the door, swung it open, and entered the softly lit room.

Lucas, sprawled on the bed's edge, playfully remarked, "I thought you had plans to sleep over there."

Dismissive, I walked by, opting for the opposite side of the bed. Settling on the edge, I lay down, only for him to jest, "Why the distance? I won't bite, I promise."

I shook my head, not easily falling for his playful banter.

"Heard that before," I replied, a hint of scepticism in my voice.

He chuckled, and suddenly, his hand was on my body, gently pulling me closer to his body.

"You..."

He kissed my hair and reassured me, "I promise I just want to sleep."

Silently acknowledging my need for his warmth, I relaxed in his arms. We lay there in the stillness, the rhythmic beating of my chest almost drowning out the quiet of the room.

"Aria," he said, and I responded with a soft "Yes."

Unexpectedly, he asked, "What do you think about us dating?"

I tensed in his arms, my surprise evident. Did I hear correctly? I wanted to ask why, but the words eluded me.

"I can't imagine you with another man after this," he added, his tone sincere.

My mind raced, and I finally gathered the courage to voice my question, "Why do you want to date me?"

There was a pause before he responded, "Do I need a reason to date you?"

"Yes, you had a reason to date Ruby," I pointed out, seeking clarity.

"f**k, that is different. I didn't even touch her, and I never loved her, but you..." He paused, pulling me even closer. "I love you," he confessed.

My eyes widened, caught off guard by the unexpected confession. My heart skipped a beat, and I felt a mix of emotions – surprise, uncertainty, and a hint of vulnerability. I didn't say anything, just silently taking everything in. I wanted to know when he started developing feelings for me, how it started. I had so many questions.

"Don't think about it, you don't need to answer me now," he said.

How the hell do you expect me not to think about it!!

My mind raced, a whirlwind of thoughts and questions echoing through my head. The weight of the revelation lingered, and the air crackled with the tension of the unspoken.

Waking up, the gentle warmth of the sun painted my face with a golden glow. I groaned, using my palm as a shield against the intrusive light. Turning to my side, I opened my eyes, absorbing the unfamiliar room. The memories of the previous day flooded back, and it dawned on me—I was at Lucas's place.

Lucas wasn't in bed, prompting me to stand up and explore. The cold floor greeted my feet as I made my way to the door, then down the hallway. Clinging sounds of plates drew me to the kitchen, where a shirtless back caught my attention.

"That bastard," Jaxson cursed, immersed in dishwashing at the sink.

Entering the kitchen, I discovered Jaxson casually washing dishes, shirtless and seemingly carefree. Just as I was about to make a comment, a hand covered my eyes, and Lucas's voice echoed from behind.

"Why the heck are you shirtless?" Lucas exclaimed.

"This is my house, b***h! I can walk around naked if I want to," Jaxson playfully retorted.

"It's not like I haven't seen a shirtless man before," I muttered, pouting in mock disappointment.

"So you're now showing off?" Lucas asked, turning me to face him.

"I'm just saying that it isn't a big deal, and he's your brother. I don't feel anything looking at him," I replied with a mischievous smile, attempting to explain.

Jaxson, in mock hurt, chimed in, "Ouch, that really stings, Aria."

"I'm sorry," I apologized, and Lucas, with a mischievous grin, probed, "So, do you feel something when you look at me?"

Blushing, I slapped his chest. "Cheeky," I retorted, my face turning a shade redder.

Lucas gently rubbed his thumb on my cheek, leaning down to ask, "Can I kiss you?"

Feeling the heat rise in my face, I hesitated. "Your brother is here," I pointed out.

"So it's okay as long as he isn't here?" He teased.

"I think it's a bit early for PDA," Jaxson interjected.

Attempting to divert from the situation, I turned away from Lucas.

"Coffee?" Jaxson offered, holding a cup of steaming coffee.

"Yes, please." I nodded, swiftly walking towards him, seeking refuge in the distraction.

I took the cup of coffee from him, feeling its warmth against my hands. As I sat down, I blew on it gently, my thoughts trying to settle amid the lingering tension.

Jaxson turned away momentarily, focused on some task, and in that fleeting moment, Lucas tilted my head up. Before I could react, he leaned down and planted a surprising kiss on my lips. My eyes widened, startled by the unexpected affection.

"He wasn't looking," Lucas whispered with a playful smile, wooing me with a gentle touch on my lips. The subtle mischief in his eyes left me both flustered and intrigued.