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Ever since the first time they kissed, the chemistry between Lucy Carlyle and Anthony Lockwood had since exploded. What had been building up for all the time they knew each other had finally reached its peak. It all started on that fateful day where they went out for a leisurely stroll. Lucy wearing the sapphire necklace that Lockwood had given her. To him it was a sign that she accepted his feelings and joined him on the walk to show that she returned them.
Not that such things have ever been a mystery to anyone else with a functioning set of ears and eyes. Holly Munro and Quill Kipps had noticed it fairly quickly with George Cubbins suffering the worst of the pining and exchange of longing glances.
Their stroll had taken them all over central London, walking for hours while chatting away. Neither of them was certain who held whose hand first, only that they held hands and did not let go. As the sun set, a silence grew between them. It represented anticipation of a moment they both knew was coming. From then on, they spoke with touches and glances. A tender smile and reassuring nod. Somehow they ended up by the Thames river, along the tree lined path illuminated with the green glow of ghost lamps now coming on for the night. Lockwood had faced her first, tenderness growing into something that could only be described as desire. He’d see it reflected in Lucy, her face heating at the unspoken electricity forming between them.
Their opposite hands that had been lonely throughout the walk now joined together. Hands in hands with fingers intertwining. Lucy gave a small awkward chuckle, breaking eye contact only for a moment. Lockwood found that he liked this side of her, the one that was honest about her feelings.
The kiss had been mutual as they both leaned in as if completely in sync for the first time. No more miscommunication or denial. This moment was right. Although a careful and chaste kiss, it allowed them both the proximity to look at each other and grin. Encouraged by this response, Lockwood went in for another kiss and another. That is, until Lucy parted her lips with such eagerness that he was soon tasting the sweetness of her mouth.
Everything changed. The jump had been made from friends to something more. It was dark before they broke apart, arms wrapped around one another.
“Luce…” Lockwood began breathlessly and for once wasn’t grinning. “I want to be yours. Do you want to be mine?” Was that slight worry in his brows?
Ah but Lucy was so pleased by this that she beamed at him so brightly that he was kissing her again before she could smuggle out a few words, “Don’t be daft, of course I do!”
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George was convinced that it was better before his two bumbling friends got together. At first he had reacted as predicted; “Well it was about bloody time!” However, as the weeks became months, he began to catch them snogging more frequently in the worst of places; the library, the practice room, the hallway and yes… even the kitchen! The one place he considered to be sacred.
They couldn’t seem to keep their lips off one another and casework now had them holding hands and idly leaning on each other. Holly thought it was adorable and couldn’t be happier for them but George had had to do more heavy lifting due to the pair being distracted with each other. At the second month mark of their relationship, he walked in on Lockwood exchanging saliva with Lucy against a wall while taking temperature readings during a case.
After the rebuke they received, they knew they had to be more discreet. Still, they had never been happier and even George admitted he was happy to see them like that. When Quill Kipps moved into Jessica’s old room after four months of the couple’s tenure, complaining about a rent increase to his flat, Lockwood knew it would be a challenge to continue his private moments with Lucy.
Full on snogging became stolen kisses and it was increasingly difficult to deny that he wanted more. But neither he nor Lucy mentioned moving into the same room together, not yet. It was clear they both wanted more but he was her first boyfriend and, as far as Lockwood was concerned, her last. So he was determined to move at her pace and just enjoy the fact they were together. Little did he know that Lucy was growing impatient for him to take things a step further. A fact he was made delightedly aware of one rainy evening at 35 Portland Row.
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The others had gone out for the night and Lucy could not shake the feeling it was on purpose. Maybe they had been too eager in the beginning but recently, she had made sure to be respectful of Quill and George’s boundaries. Tonight however was a different story. Lockwood was making tea after they had a cozy dinner together with some lovely roast chicken sandwiches. True to her word to George, she would not snog Lockwood in the kitchen again. The rest of the house however, was still fair game.
So she wandered into the library and lit a fire. It was early December and despite the low temperatures outside, the London rain has still not turned to snow. For this reason, Lucy wore her coziest blue jumper and thermal leggings under her usual skirt. Lockwood himself had on a hoodie over his usual outfit, which had been a gift from her.
Little clattering sounds became louder as Lockwood walked into the library with a tea tray, “Ah I thought you’d be in here Luce.” It had become a habit for them to spend their evenings before bed reading down here together. Sometimes she drew in her sketchbook and already had a small collection of Lockwood doodles. A fact he loved and happily posed for.
“I was thinking maybe we could watch a movie tonight? That old action flick George was going on about is on the telly later.” She suggested with an affectionate smile that drew him closer to her after setting down the tray on an end table.
“Yeah? That sounds nice.” It felt so natural to reach for her hand and lean down to gently kiss her.
Lucy however, had other plans and wrapped her arms around his neck to bring him closer to her. “But first, I was thinking of doing something else…” She trailed off, her face heating but she ignored it, determined to make sure her needs were met.
“Oh? You never fail to intrigue me, Carlyle.” Lockwood’s hands went to her waist and met her blush with a look that made her want to drag him upstairs there and then.
Instead, she responded by biting her lower lip while running her hand along the zipper to his hoodie. Slowly, she brought the zipper down in a clear signal to him that she wanted more than a liplock tonight. Their pulses quickened, bodies understanding what was to happen before their conscious minds did. Lucy felt it as a growing heat that began on her cheeks and then between her legs. Lockwood’s was less subtle.
Next thing she knew, he had seized her lips in the steamiest kiss between them to date. The gentle way he normally kissed her to express his adoration had become hungry with need. Lucy had unknowingly opened the floodgate to a side of Lockwood she had never seen before.
It is worth noting the library’s bookshelves were bespokely built into the walls so they had a ledge-like surface waist-high to pile books on. The wood was oak and very sturdy. The poor unsuspecting books upon it however? Aggressively pushed aside by Lockwood as he pressed Lucy up against it. His hands moved down to grip her thighs and bring her legs up to coax them around his waist. She was only too delighted to comply with his silent command. Her skirt rode up while she was sat along that aforementioned shelf surface, giving his hands the freedom to stroke her legs while his lips slowed down so he could explore her neck. A nectar he had denied himself for too long, until that is, Lucy signaled to him she was ready for him to do so.
Still, he wanted to be completely certain before they went any further. “Are you sure?” Lockwood’s voice had taken on a huskiness that caused Lucy to gasp. Something hard and trapped in clothing pressed against her. Wanting more of that feeling, her legs used their trained strength to hold him in place before he could even think to pull away.
“Yes… yes.” A double affirmation of consent. How he adored the breathless quality to her voice just then and wondered what new sounds he would hear from her tonight. Emboldened by his girlfriend’s initiative and clear need, Lockwood continued to kiss her neck until he earned another gasp. There, the spot just below her ear. That is where he would mark her. Just enough so they would both be reminded that they belonged to each other while still being discreet enough for their whinging housemates.
During this attention, he ground against her and was rewarded with a moan. ‘Interesting’, he thought and wondered how she’d like to be touched. Deciding there and then to discover precisely what his Lucy enjoyed. Further vowing internally to please her.
His lack of hesitation and radiating confidence caused Lucy to forget to explore him as she had originally intended to. Where had this side of him been hiding? Lockwood had been a perfect gentleman in the first months of their budding relationship. Leaving little love notes around the house for her to find, surprising her with bouquets of daisies for no reason whatsoever and doting on her endlessly. He even brought her breakfast in bed on her birthday with pancake batter smeared on his tie. It made her love him all the more. What he had not done, was ask for anything more than embraces and kisses. Once telling her that he wanted to wait until she was ready, doing so with a kiss to her palm. Resulting in Lucy’s confidence blooming and feeling perfectly comfortable around her loving boyfriend.
Of course now, one of his hands slid under her jumper to touch the bare skin just under her left breast. Not quite touching it yet. Then the other joined its twin and the next thing she knew, her bra had been dexterously unhooked. Lucy concluded that Lockwood had either done this before or had practiced for her. The latter thought making her chuckle between gasps.
"Ticklish?" He asked, a calloused thumb circling her left nipple. It made her shudder and become acutely aware of a wetness between her legs. She didn't answer, he was being very distracting. Instead she only managed a mumbling noise.
His other hand cupped her chin and lowered her bottom lip with his thumb. "Do you want me to stop?"
"Nnn-!" Lucy managed, a feat she was proud of considering that he still ground against her while stimulating a nipple she didn't realise was so sensitive. Her hands clinging to his shirt for support.
"I need you to use your words, Luce." Lockwood used an authoritative tone that was both firm and arousing. He hovered his lips over hers and she let out a whimper.
"D-don't stop."
He grinned, "Good girl." Then retook her lips before coaxing her tongue with his for a sensual exchange. It ended moments later as he began to tug away at her leggings and pants.
Following his lead with the undressing, she pushed the hoodie off of him so she could appreciate just his usual white shirt and begin to unbutton it. Lockwood pulled back, causing her to let go and kneeled in front of her. Kissing her bare skin as he slid off her leggings. The slippers she had worn had already fallen to the ground.
Lucy was very much aware that he was removing any article of clothing that prevented him from exposing the wetness that she could feel pooling between her legs. Any more and she would start dripping onto the floor.
Not that Lockwood would allow a single precious drop to be wasted. But first, he was planting feather light kisses along the inner side of her thighs. Grazing his lips adoringly against her skin. Lucy gripped the shelf ledge in anticipation, which was slowly causing her lose patience. "Lockwood please…"
"Say my name, Lucy. I want to hear you say my name when you want something." Commanded Lockwood huskily, now approaching her opening and breathing in her scent to commit to memory.
"Anthony… please, I need more. I need you." Well begging had certainly not been on her bingo card for the evening.
"I know. Be patient Luce, I want you relaxed so our first time together is as enjoyable for you and it will be for me." He explained calmly and proceeded to kiss her nether lips.
How could he be so calm? She was already losing control of herself and they had barely begun! As soon as his tongue lapped her clit, she arched her back involuntarily with a moan.
Internally, Lockwood was holding back and making sure to thoroughly prepare Lucy for his length. It might intimidate her and he wanted to guarantee her enjoyment before his own. The moans he was earning with his tongue were music to his ears. He had very precise control of his tongue, something Lucy suddenly realised and deeply appreciated.
No fingers had yet been used. That didn't stop Lucy from having her legs tremble from the waves of pleasure she had never experienced before. Her own hands had never come close during her sessions of self exploration. With every lick, he knew she was getting closer to a climax. When she was right on the brink, he inserted a finger into her opening. Then another. With deliberately soft massages combining with his tongue, she stood no chance.
Lucy was aware of when her mind went blank and all she felt was a leg trembling orgasm. Never had it been achieved so quickly before. It would have been embarrassing if she was still capable of rational thought.
“Can you stand?” Lockwood asked softly as he stood back up and helped her slide off the shelf ledge. Lucy clung onto him, still panting with unfocused eyes. It gave him a thrill to see her like that. When she didn’t answer he held her close to him and stroked her hair. “Do you want to stop here tonight? We can curl up on the sofa to watch that movie.”
That sounded like a challenge to her. One orgasm and she was already like this? Not bloody likely! Lucy pulled back and gripped his collar, feeling a second wind coming on. “No! We’ve barely gotten started.” She protested suddenly.
His responding grin sent a shiver down her spine. What had she just unleashed? “I was hoping you would say that.”
A breath later and she was tasting herself off his tongue. He was pulling off her jumper and under shirt the next moment. Now essentially naked save for her skirt, Lucy felt positively offended and how much clothing he still had on. It was a thrilling feeling to see him take in her form hungrily but she wanted to do the same and frankly had waited long enough for it. His shirt was just about unbuttoned before he was pulling her out of the library and guiding her up the stairs. They paused occasionally against a nearby wall where impatience momentarily won over their desire to make it upstairs to his bedroom. Her hands wanted to touch every single piece of exposed skin she was privy to, loving how warm he was to the touch.
Somehow, they made it into the bedroom and closed the door with a kick of Lockwood’s foot. He had picked up Lucy at the top of the stairs so he could grip her rear while they made their way inside. A giggle from her escaping at how naughty they were being, he responded with a grin.
Laying her down on the foot of his bed, Lockwood pulled away long enough to slide his belt off his trouser loops. Something about this action sent a wave of excitement through Lucy, her gaze lingering on the belt in his hand while he removed his trousers and boxers. “Why are you making that face, Luce? Hoping I’ll use this?”
She felt called out and the blush she wore spread to her collarbone, betraying the truth.Though really, he just had to slide her skirt up to see how ready she was for him. “Of course not! I’d rather have one of your ties.”
An absolute filthy grin spread across his face, as if he could ever deny her anything. “That can be arranged. Now be a good girl and touch yourself for me while I get one.”
Even a mere hour ago, Lucy would never have imagined she’d be willingly obeying Lockwood so readily but it aroused her to comply and trusted him completely. So her legs willingly spread open invitingly as her fingers moved to her labia and clit. Making a show of how she touched herself, loving the idea of showing him what she did when she thought of him late at night. The feeling was mutual, because as soon as he returned with his tie in hand he made no further move towards her. Instead taking a seat in an armchair by the window to watch. His hand mirrored hers into his boxers, giving her the same show.
“Anthony please…I need you.” How sexy she sounded when she begged, her eyes dark with lust for him. It was almost enough to make him explode. Unable to contain himself any more, he stalked towards her and threw his shirt aside. Any remaining clothes on them were promptly torn off. As promised, he used his tie to secure her wrists over her head and was granted full access to devour her. Was he on the brink? Yes. Did he still want to kiss and suck her breasts? Also yes. Even better that she squirmed and moaned with his lavish attention. In the meantime she continued to beg, “Please! I need you inside me! Please Anthony!”
"I like it when you beg, Luce."
Only once desperation entered her voice, did he stop and reach for his nightstand drawer. Inside was a brand new pack of condoms. When did he prepare for this? Not that she cared enough to ask right now. There were far more pressing matters; such as making sure he properly railed her sooner rather than later. Thankfully he was more than happy to do so and sheathed himself so that he could position himself between her legs. Her right leg was raised over his shoulder and he pressed a kiss to her calf. “I will start slowly, tell me if it hurts and we can stop.”
“Anthony?”
“Yes, my love?” Another kiss to her leg as his tip teased her entrance.
“Fuck me right now or so help me, I will walk around the house with no pants under my skirt for a week and not let you touch me.” Any onlooker would see how helpless she was in her current predicament; legs spread around Lockwood, face flushed, nipples erect and wrists bound over her head. Yet her lover knew better, he knew it was really Lucy calling all the shots. So he obeyed and entered her in one fluid thrust. Lucy gasped. There was a soreness at the entrance of his member but he had aroused her so thoroughly that there wasn’t much pain.
Still, he waited until she began to raise her hips before finally thrusting into her the way he had wanted to this entire time. No longer holding back, Lucy soon learned the meaning of the term ‘consequences’. She was truly and completely railed as she had so wanted. Thoughts lost meaning and she could only moan in unison with his guttural grunts. Fatigue was washing over her before he was finished… the first time.
The winter rain pummeled the window as Lockwood poured himself into Lucy. But she had only had one orgasm so far and he was too much of a gentleman to allow that. So he flipped her over so that she was face down into his duvet cover with her rear up in the air for his full perusal. He began to lap up the wetness that had pooled there again, focusing his tongue on her clit. Lucy’s legs began to tremble as she whimpered out another release. It was enough to get him hard all over again. Wordlessly, he took another condom and it dawned on her that he was nowhere near sated yet.
Through the night, he fucked her in different positions; afterwards against the window, then over his desk, having her grip the sofa and finally coaxing her on top to let her have the control she asked for in the heat of the moment. After the first quick release, his stamina had strengthened and he could go much much longer while making sure his girlfriend was left oversatisfied if that was possible.
They were an energetic young couple but as they laid side by side in bed, they were convinced that walking was impossible just then.
“I…” Lucy began but couldn’t form the words.
“I know.” Lockwood responded with a pant, feeling like he had just run a marathon.
“... we have to do that again.”
He smirked, “Tomorrow?”
“Maybe the day after, I think I need a break.” They both laughed at that and helped each other up to go wash off evidence of their passionate fluid exchange in the bathroom. Once finished, they curled up in Lockwood’s bed for a cuddle. They had fully intended to finally get that cup of tea that had gone cold down below. Not to mention pick up the clothes they left all around the stairs and library.
Of course they fell right to sleep in each other's arms.
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The next morning, when the embers from the library fireplace had given off its last bit of heat, George entered the house. He was humming to himself and making a beeline for the kitchen when he noticed all the scattered articles of clothing. Worse still, he caught sight of untouched tea and biscuits in the library. Realization dawned on him as he put two and two together. He suddenly yelled up the stairs, “LOCKWOOD YOU ARE DEAD! I TOLD YOU TWO NO SNOGGING IN COMMUNAL AREAS!”
His voice roused the happy sleeping couple. They needed a moment before registering why George would be whining at this hour. Once they remembered, they both burst into laughter. Lucy blushed but couldn’t help but find the amusement in their situation. She would have to buy George donuts for a month after this. Lockwood wondered whether a raise would mollify his best mate.
After all, he was certainly going to be doing a lot more exploring with Lucy in the coming days… indefinitely really.
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