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Lucy couldn’t believe she let Norrie drag her out. But her roommate had insisted that it was a rite of passage.
“Come on Luce, it’s your first break up, you’re legally obligated to go out and get trashed and maybe wake up in a bed that isn’t yours,” her friend had begged.
“Norrie, I start my new job at the museum tomorrow and I would prefer to not be hungover for orientation,” she had pleaded. But her friend was refusing to listen to her. “I’ll go out this weekend, I promise!”
“Nope, not only do you need to get your mind off that idiot, but you also need to release some tension about this job. You’ve been wound so tight since you started interviewing with them,” Norrie insisted. “You don’t have to drink but come dance, you’ll tire yourself out and then you won’t be able to stress about breaking things off with Alfie-Joe,” Norrie made a face at the full name of Lucy’s ex. “God, he was so dumb, and then once you’ve danced your troubles away you can get a good night’s sleep instead of laying awake, tossing and turning because you’re worried about your job.”
So, here she was, in what Norrie had dubbed her “revenge dress.” She was in her signature blue, and the dress came to just above her knees with a skater-style skirt, but that was the only normal thing about it. There was a cut out just below her boobs to bare her toned midriff, thank you to her years of swimming and diving that kept her in such good shape. The sleeves were especially cool, they were puffy until they cinched at her wrists almost like armbands. The whole dress had a very subtle pattern on it that shimmered just a bit under the club’s lights. It gave someone a peek without exposing her fully and she really did love it. This was the dress that had snagged Alfie-Joe for her, and Norrie thought it would be poetic to use it to snag his replacement.
Not that Lucy was actually trying to find a new boyfriend. Alfie-Joe had been sweet but dumb. The two had met at her last job, a lesser-known auction house called Jacobs. Alfie-Joe had been a buyer, while Lucy had been working as an authenticator. She had seen some pretty shady stuff and she was so happy to have jumped ship to work for the British Museum as a curator. She had been working on the side to get her restoration degree and the museum would help pay for her classes so this was a dream come true. She and Alfie-Joe had called it quits because he wanted to move back north and Lucy had no plans to ever go back to where she was born.
She hated to admit it, but she was enjoying herself, just like Norrie said she would. She had cut herself off after two drinks, just enough to let loose. She and Norrie had spent most of their night on the dance floor. The mix of music was eclectic in this club, from sensual beats that encouraged her to find a partner to fast-paced songs that had her jumping and screaming the lyrics with everyone else. She really was having so much fun dancing.
“I’m going to the bathroom,” Norrie told her.
“Alright, let’s go,” Lucy said, moving to the edge of the dance floor. She believed in the rule that girls never went to the restroom alone.
“Nope, you are going to stay here and finally give some attention to tall, dark, and handsome over there,” Norrie told her subtly gesturing to the lean man at the bar who had been eying Lucy all evening. She had clocked him almost immediately. He was honestly just her type, but she would rather have fun with her friend and go home to her own bed than wind up having mediocre sex with a stranger.
“Norrie-”
“Nope, have fun,” she said, wiggling her fingers at Lucy as she slipped off to the bathroom. Lucy shook her head as a new song came on. It was one of those ones that made you want to find a partner and practice some activities that could take place later. She wasn’t interested in that but she did love dancing so she found her way to the middle of the dance floor and started swaying. Some other single girls found her and they danced together for a bit before they drifted off. She suddenly felt hands on her waist as a body came up behind her, forcibly grinding into her and trying to grope her boobs.
“Hey!” she shouted jerking out of the person’s grasp, but she smashed into someone else’s chest. She couldn’t see who caught her because turned around pretty quickly to face the person who had been trying to assault her.
“Alright there darling,” a husky voice whispered in her ear. She shivered but decided she could thank the person who kept her from falling in a moment.
“One second please,” she said. Then she drew her arm back and punched the idiot who tried to touch her without permission, right in the nose. She heard a crack and smiled to herself, she still had it.
“I was going to offer to buy you a drink before but now I absolutely owe you one, because if you hadn’t done that, I would have,” Lucy had to crane her neck up to look at the owner of the very sexy voice.
“I’m surprised it’s taken you so long to offer, you have been eyeing me all evening,” Lucy informed him. She didn’t want the man to think he had the upper hand in this simply because he was larger than her. He really was big, and she wondered if that largeness translated to other areas.
“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, but you and your friend looked like you were having fun and I couldn’t take my eyes away,” he told her. “However, despite how absolutely sinful you look in that dress, I didn’t think you were up to sinning this evening so I was quite content to watch ,” he explained, eyes darkening on the last word. She clenched her legs together at his words. She hadn’t been up for any sinful activities this evening but talking to this man she was reconsidering. She also got the feeling that when he mentioned watching, he didn’t just mean watching her dance.
“And what changed?” She asked him as they walked to the bar. He got the very harried bartender’s attention pretty quickly despite the crowd at the club.
“What would you like?” He asked.
“A Guinness please,” she told the bartender. Her watcher signaled for 2.
“A woman after my own heart,” he told her.
“Because I didn’t order some pink cocktail?” She asked, curious how he would respond.
“Nothing wrong with a good cocktail, but I enjoy the simplicity of a pint,” he told her.
The bartender brought them each a pint of beer and they clinked glasses. Out of the corner of her eye, Lucy saw Norrie give her a thumbs up and head to the dance floor, she was immediately pulled into a dance but a tall, honestly douchey-looking guy, but that was sadly Norrie’s type.
“I take it your friend is back, would you like to join her, or have her join us?” He asked, seeing her gaze flick to something behind him.
“I think she’s occupied,” Lucy told him.
“Oh thank god,” he muttered and she smiled. “I was hoping to have some more time with you, Miss..” She smirked when he realized he hadn’t gotten her name yet.
“Lucy,” she supplied him.
“Lockwood,” said sticking his hand out for her to shake.
“Pleasure to meet you,” she said with a grin, taking his proffered hand.
“I’m hoping it is pleasurable for you,” he said with a smirk and then lifted her hand to kiss it.
“Wow, bold move to proposition a girl who just got groped,” she teased.
“I figure you’ll break my nose if you don’t like it,” he said simply.
“You would be correct,” she said taking a sip of her beer. Norrie waved a hand at her and seemed to ask if Lucy was ok. Lucy nodded her head yes.
“I’m going to assume I’m safe for now then,”
“For now,” she agreed.
“And if I suggested we leave for somewhere a little quieter?”
“I would say I have to leave early because I do start a new job tomorrow,”
“Very exciting, where?”
“I don’t think I should tell you considering you’ve only given me one of your names, or are you one of those pricks who want to go by one name only?”
“If I recall you only gave me one name as well. I prefer to go by Lockwood, but I would be happy to have you call me Anthony,”
“Hmm, Anthony does have a nice ring to it,”
“I would prefer to hear it in a different context,”
“Then we’d best finish our drinks,”
“I don’t feel the need to finish this when there is something else I’d like to finish off more,”
“That was terrible,”
“Terrible but true,” he plucked the half-finished beer out of her hands and placed it on the bar, and guided her out of the club. He hailed a cab while she texted Norrie that she was leaving with the guy from the bar. She received a thumbs up from her friend and a message saying how proud she was of Lucy and that she wanted all the details at dinner tomorrow, about her first day and her evening with the handsome Lockwood. After sharing her location with the other girl, Lockwood helped Lucy into the back of the cab. Rather than snogging her like she thought he would he simply rattled off his address and pulled her close.
“I’m shocked you haven’t tried to so much as snog me yet,”
“Lucy, if I start kissing you, we are going to give this poor man a show he would most certainly enjoy, however the first time I have you will be for me only,” he said the promise evident in his eyes. She gulped.
Lockwood paid the cab driver when they pulled up outside of an incredibly posh 3-story townhome. “Wow,” she muttered.
“It was my parents before they retired,” he told her. “They live in the countryside now,” he explained.
“Wow, I didn’t think I would get a backstory,” Lucy teased as they made their way up the steps to the front door.
“Well, you made it this far, you earned at least a small backstory,” He told her with a smile.
“So it’s just you in this place?” she asked.
“No, I have a roommate, but if I’m right, this is his night to be at his boyfriend’s,” Lockwood informed her. “Which means you can be as loud as you like,” he smirked at that.
“I’m not that loud,” Lucy said.
“You will be,” he said smugly.
“We’ll see,”
“We will, tea?” He asked.
“I had enough to drink at the club, I’m far more interested in seeing if you can back up your bold claims,”
“Oh trust me, I can,” he said with a devilish grin. Then before she realized, he had his hands under her arse and he was picking her up. Her legs went around his waist automatically as she squeaked. “See, already got you making noises,” he teased.
“You surprised me, and that was hardly noise,” she pointed out.
“Don’t worry,” he said and then he carried her up the flight of stairs into a room with a large bed and lots of books. He kicked the door closed and tossed her onto the bed. She did her best not to make any noise this time.
“Nice place you’ve got here,” she said looking around the room.
“Thanks,” he said as he loosened the tie around his neck and began to roll up the sleeves of his dress shirt. Damn, she didn’t think forearms were hot before this, but now she certainly did. He suddenly fell on top of her. His arms were on either side of her head but the rest of his body was pressed against hers and her earlier thoughts about him being large seemed very correct right now.
“You still haven’t kissed me yet,” she breathed out.
“Lucy, once I start I don’t think I’ll be able to stop, so I need you to be certain that you want this,” he told her. She nodded her head, she wanted this so badly. “Words Luce,” he demanded. The nickname that rolled off his lips made her smile, it sounded right coming out of his mouth.
“Lockwood, I would very much like you to kiss me, and do all the things to me I know we’re both thinking about,” she whispered.
Lockwood wasted no time in taking her mouth. His lips were soft and warm and he tasted of beer and honey, an odd combination but certainly a good one in her mind. He didn’t start off slow with this kiss, no, he plundered her mouth and took everything she gave him. His tongue demanded entrance and once he received it he was licking into her mouth with fervor. He pulled back suddenly and began to kiss along her jawline and down her neck.
“Lockwood,” she gasped. He found a spot that seemed to pull all manner of sounds from her mouth and went to town on it, kissing and sucking and biting. “Anthony!” she whimpered as he stayed there. Her hands, which had previously been around his neck, slipped to his front and began to untie the stupid tie he had worn. Who wore a fucking tie to a club?
“Need this off,” he muttered tugging the neckline of her dress. She shoved him back and stood up.
“Looks like we have the same problem,” she said gesturing to his button-down.
“I’ll help you with yours if you help me with mine?”
She turned around and gestured to the zipper on the back of her dress. She had planned to have Norrie help her with it this evening, but she was quite glad it was Lockwood doing this instead. He slowly pulled the zipper down, peppering kisses along her spine as her skin was revealed. He let out a strangled groan.
“No bra?”
“Nope,” she said smiling. Seemed he wasn’t the only one able to wrangle sounds out of the other person tonight. When the zipper was fully undone, he politely helped her step out of the dress and he tossed it on the floor.
“I’ll fuck you in that later,” he promised. She blushed as she stood there in only her heeled boots and her navy blue thong.
“Promises promises,” she finally sang back to him. Then she launched herself at him and started kissing his neck as she attempted to unbutton his shirt. She practically growled at how difficult it was. Not because she had no coordination but because he was using his hands to fondle her arse and dipping his fingers into her underwear and lightly teasing her.
“Alright there sweetheart?” he teased. She pulled back to glare at him. He knew exactly what he was doing.
“I thought we had a deal?” she asked him.
“We do, I just think there’s a better way for you to complete your end of the bargain,” He turned them and sat down on the bed, and pulled her to straddle his lap. “Much better,” he grinned and pulled her down to kiss him. She hated to agree, but he was right. This was so much better. She kept unbuttoning his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. The entire time he was kissing her senseless and running his hands along her back and occasionally tapping her arse.
“We’re almost even,” Lucy whispered, gesturing to his pants.
“I have something far more important to do,” Lockwood told her, holding her tightly as he flipped them so that she was on her back once again.
He kissed his way down her body, making sure to pay careful attention to her breasts. While kissing one he fondled the other and he managed to wrench even more moans from her with every suck and nibble on her very sensitive nipples. He kissed down her belly, to the top of her underwear, and went across to each hip, nipping and sucking little bruises where he could. She thought he would finally touch her where she had wanted him since the cab ride but instead, he kissed down her legs and removed her boots.
“Don’t tell me you have a foot fetish,” she lightly teased as he kissed her toes.
“No but I might develop one for these,” he answered with a smirk. Then, in a move contradictory to his previous sweet behavior he grabbed her underwear and yanked it off of her, snapping what had been a very nice thong. “I’ll replace those later,” he informed her as he dove in and began licking up her center.
“Bloody hell,” she gasped out as he began sucking and fucking her with his mouth and tongue. He ate her out like it was his job and god was he good at it. He started to lightly probe her with his fingers and he looked up at her asking silently if this was ok. She nodded her head and he pushed one finger in. It was made incredibly easy by the fact that she was soaking wet at this point. “Anthony!” She cried out when he curled it just right.
“And you said you weren’t loud,” he teased, his mouth was covered in her and she should not have found that as hot as she did. He smirked at her before diving back in. This time he focused solely on her clit and made certain to lave and suck it. He inserted a second finger and it felt so fucking good.
“Please!” she cried out.
“Good girl,” he growled as he redoubled his efforts. She was so close, all it took was one more suck and she tipped over the edge screaming his name. She could feel her pussy fluttering around his fingers. “You got so wet for me I bet I don’t even need any lube,” he smirked as he crawled back up her body to kiss her. She could taste herself on him and while she didn’t love the taste, she definitely liked that he seemed into it.
“How about you get rid of these?” she asked tugging at his pants.
“Whatever the lady wants,” he said standing and bowing to her. Then he shucked off his pants and boxers in one go. She had been completely correct, he was large everywhere. He reached over and grabbed a condom from the drawer of his nightstand. He held it out to her and she immediately tore it open. He hissed as she rolled it on him. “You have magic hands,” he told her.
“That’s not the only part of me that’s magic,” she joked pulling him back down for a kiss.
“Oh trust me, I know,” he said pulling back from the kiss after a moment. Then he very carefully began to enter her. Despite how wet she was, he was big and it was still a stretch. He fed her inch by delicious inch and when he was fully seated inside her they both groaned. He was so large and she knew that she would be sore in the morning, but it would be so worth it. “Lucy, I am about to admit right here right now that if I try to fuck you like I want to I will come in less than a minute, so please give me a little grace while I get used to you,” he whispered in her ear. She giggled at his statement but immediately gasped as he slowly pulled out and pushed back in.
He very slowly began to pick up the pace as he became more and more used to her. Soon he was pounding her into the mattress and she was letting loose gasps and moans as he did. “What a good girl, your pussy is gripping me so tightly,” he whispered in her ear. Suddenly, he pulled out of her and she cried out at the emptiness before he flipped her over and pulled her up to her knees. He slammed back into her and the new angle was hitting the spot he had with his fingers earlier. “Are you going to come for me, baby? I know you want to,”
“Anthony, please!” she cried out as he drilled that spot. He slipped his own fingers down and began to finger her clit and once again he pushed her over the edge into another orgasm.
“Yes, just like that, squeeze me tight,” She felt herself gush around him and heard the squelch as he continued to drive into her. She was almost boneless at this point and it was only his arms keeping her from collapsing face-first into bed.
“I know you can do one more,” he whispered, then proceeded to fuck her even harder and faster than he had earlier. “C’mon darling, I know you can,” he reached down once again to finger her clit. He used his other hand to pinch her nipple and finally, he used his mouth to suck on the spot on her neck he had found earlier. The combination of all that stimulation was enough to push her over the edge one final time as he shouted his own release inside of her.
Lockwood had enough strength to ensure they collapsed on their sides. He kissed her neck, and her back all while whispering praise in her ear, “You were so good for me.” She shivered at his words.
He slowly pulled away from her. He disposed of the condom in the trash in the bathroom and grabbed a wet rag to clean her up. Lucy was lightly dozing by the time he reentered his room and he made sure to grab her dress and hang it up. He placed her shoes underneath and set an alarm for far too early. He would hate for her to be late for her first day. He got into bed and managed to maneuver them so they were both under the covers.
“Good night,” he whispered as he kissed her temple. Lucy turned over so she was facing him and buried her head in his chest.
“Good night,” she muttered, kissing his chest, just where his heart was, and fell back asleep.
The next morning arrived far too quickly and not much was said between the two in the daylight. Lucy was dressing, sans underwear, while Lockwood called a cab to take her back to her place, “Thank you,” she whispered on his doorstep.
“Good luck today,” he whispered back, and then he leaned down and gave her a chaste kiss. She made her way down the steps and was about to get in the cab when he called out, “Maybe we could grab a drink, and you tell me how it goes?” He was blushing like he hadn’t managed to give her three orgasms the night before.
“I’d like that,” she called back.
“How about Old Crown Public House?” he offered, “say 6?”
“Sounds perfect!” She called back, it was close to the museum so it worked out perfectly for her.
Lucy returned to her apartment and told Norrie bits and pieces of the night before as she got ready for her first day. She barely made it on time but she managed to walk into her supervisor’s office. Mr. Barnes gave her a tour of the back offices of the museum, the labs where restorations took place, and of course the storerooms with all of the artifacts not on display.
“Normally I would have you begin assisting with the Fittes collection as it is so large but we hired you for your ability to identify and place the obscure so I’m giving you the Problem collection, as I call it,” he informed her.
“The Problem?” she asked getting a tad worried.
“Only because it is owned by an absolute-” Barnes stopped himself, “I apologize, the person who now coordinates the collection from the owner’s side is difficult to work with, however, rest assured I will be here to help you,” he said guiding her back to his office. “I’ve already set up a meeting with him,”
“Ah, Barnes, my favorite Museum employee, have you got a new sacrifice for me?” a very familiar voice asked from inside the room. Barnes stepped in first and blocked her from view.
“Mr. Lockwood, you have run off several curators please don’t do that with this one,” Barnes said looking ten times more tired than he had a minute ago.
“I wouldn’t dream of it, so who’s the lucky person-” Anthony Lockwood’s voice cut off as he caught sight of her. “Lucky indeed,” he muttered. “Anthony Lockwood, current responsible party for the Lockwood collection of artifacts relating to psychic and occult phenomena,” he smirked at her sticking out his hand to shake.
“Lucy Carlyle, assistant curator who will apparently be responsible for your collection,” she said taking his hand in her own.
“Well I think this will be a wonderful partnership,” he said bringing her hand to his mouth for a kiss.
“I’m going to regret this aren’t I?” Barned asked.