Chapter 4: Drunken Rabbit.

Lucas hands gripped her hips firmly, the calluses on his palms rough against the thin cotton of her t-shirt as he lifted her effortlessly. Elena's breath stuttered out in a gasp, her legs dangling for a split second before instinct made her wrap them around his waist, baggy sweatpants sliding up her calves with the motion. The heat of his body seeped through denim and fabric, his hard cock already pressing insistent against her ass cheek, thick and throbbing with each step he took toward her bed.

He lowered her onto the mattress with controlled strength, the springs compressing under her weight with a muffled squeak, sheets rumpling around her hips. His body followed, caging her down as he leaned in, stubble scraping her jawline before his lips hovered over hers again, breath hot and wine-scented against her mouth. Elena's heart slammed against her ribs, pussy clenching with a wet pulse that soaked her panties further, the slickness cooling against her inner thighs.

"Wait... wait," she stammered, palms pressing flat against his chest, feeling the solid wall of muscle flex under her fingers, the rapid thud of his heartbeat mirroring hers. Her voice came out breathy, cheeks burning crimson as she twisted her head aside. "What do you mean by 'I don't remember'? And why would you kiss me? I'm your *sister*, you know."

Lucas paused, grey eyes gleaming with wicked amusement, his weight pinning her thighs open just enough that she felt the denim seam of his jeans grind lightly against her clit through layers. He chuckled low, the vibration rumbling through his chest into hers, and propped up on one elbow, the other hand splaying possessively over her waist. "Sister, you say? But this isn't the first kiss between us, little rabbit."

Elena's eyes widened, thoughts spiraling into chaos like a storm in her skull—*What the fuck? Not the first? When? We just met tonight. Who the hell is he really?* Panic twisted with the ache between her legs, her nipples tight and aching under the baggy shirt. "If you don't start explaining, I'm going to call Mom and tell her what you did," she threatened, voice cracking as she fumbled for her phone on the nightstand, the wood cool under her knuckles. But her face flamed hotter, traitorous body betraying her; Lucas crowded closer, knee nudging her legs wider, his gaze locked on her parted lips, tongue flicking out to wet his own. His fingers traced lazy circles on her waist, dipping just under the hem of her t-shirt to graze bare skin, the touch electric, sending shivers racing to her core where her pussy wept for more.

He smirked, leaning in until his lips brushed her earlobe, voice a gravelly whisper that sent goosebumps prickling down her arms, the warmth of his breath tasting faintly of chocolate from dessert. "Are you sure you want to do that? Because *you* were the one who said I could kiss you any way I want if we met again. And not only that..." His hand tightened, thumb pressing into the soft flesh above her hipbone. "...you said I could have you. All of you."

She froze, breath hitching as fragments flickered—blurry neon lights, pulsing bass, the bitter burn of tequila on her tongue. *No. Can't be.*

"Let me help you before that pretty brain starts smoking," Lucas murmured, shifting his hips so his cock nestled firmer against her mound, the ridge of it dragging slow through fabric and making her hips buck involuntarily, a soft whine escaping her throat. His hands slid down to her thighs, palms spanning the baggy pants, squeezing the soft meat there with possessive kneads, fingers inching toward the heat radiating from her center. His eyes met hers finally, darkened to stormy blue with raw desire, pupils blown wide. "We met at The Velvet Thorn. I was on my own, minding my business at the bar, until you came up all drunk, telling me you wanted to play a game, smiling like you'd found the perfect playmate. I told you to go. You didn't listen. So I agreed, like the gentleman I am."

Elena's eyes widened further, mouth falling open in a silent O, no words forming as memories crashed back—the crowded bar downtown two weeks ago, her and her friend Sarah pounding shots after a rare night out, the bet born of liquid courage: *Straddle a hot stranger, kiss him till he gets hard, I write your note for a week.* Piece by blurry piece, it solidified, her cheeks scalding as Lucas continued, voice dropping huskier, hands parting her thighs wider, thumbs circling inward toward the damp seam of her pants.

"You did a wonderful job straddling me, little rabbit. Your lips..." He groaned softly, eyes hooding at the memory. "...did wonders. I didn't even know I had an erection until you broke the kiss and shouted drunkenly that you'd won, turning to leave." His fingers pressed firmer, one digit tracing the outline of her pussy lips through the fabric, the pressure slick and obscene, making her clit throb visibly under the cotton. She gasped, hips lifting into it despite herself, the wet squelch faint but audible in the quiet room.

"But how could I let you leave after using me like that? Leaving me in pain, cock straining in my jeans, no release." Lucas breath ghosted her neck as he nuzzled there, stubble rasping skin, tongue flicking out to taste the salt of her sweat. "So after some talk, you promised—if we ever met again, you'd make me cum as much as I want. But I wasn't sure you'd remember, so you said I should pinch your waist first. If that didn't work, kiss you." His teeth grazed her earlobe, tugging gently. "The mind can be too forgetful sometimes. So I recorded our conversation."

He fished his phone from his back pocket, denim whispering against the bed as he shifted, thumb swiping the screen with a click. The audio crackled to life, tinny but unmistakable—her own slurred voice, giggly and bold: *"Mmm, fine, big guy. If we meet again, I'll suck that cock dry. Pinch my waist if I forget—then kiss me till I remember. Deal?"* His deeper rumble followed: *"All of you, rabbit. Every hole."* Her moan in response, then static as it ended.

Phone tossed aside onto the sheets with a thud, Lucas pinned her fully now, forearms bracketing her head, cock grinding slow and deliberate against her soaked core, the friction dragging her clit in circles that made stars burst behind her eyelids. "Now," he growled possessively, lips crashing to hers before she could protest, tongue thrusting deep to claim her mouth with the taste of wine and hunger, one hand yanking her t-shirt up to expose her bra, fingers pinching a nipple hard enough to arch her off the bed. "I've come to claim my rewards."

His free hand shoved into her pants, callused fingers parting slick folds to circle her clit with rough precision, the wet sounds filling the room obscene and relentless, her body betraying every denial as she moaned into his kiss, thighs trembling around his wrist.