Lucky Boys (Il Fortunato #1)

23. Skye

CHAPTER 23

SKYE

Brooks looked a little shell-shocked as he stared at Maverick, mouth open, but not in a bad way. Those sweats he was wearing didn’t hide a damn thing, and he hadn’t been expecting that order.

“Wait, here? We can play here?”

Maverick raised an eyebrow, his universal sign of ‘don’t fuck with me’.

“Why? Do you have another suggestion?”

Brooks’s mouth closed and then opened again. “Well, no. I just didn’t expect it. I thought we were here to work.”

“And we are. But we’re not sending y’all into the field ready to come out of your skin. So, play first, then work.” Maverick looked at his watch.

“27 minutes.”

Fuck. I knew what it meant when Mav was in one of those moods. I grabbed Brooks’s hand and started to physically drag him out of the room. “Let’s go, sunshine. I’ll answer any questions while we get cleaned up. But trust me, you don’t want to not be ready when time’s up.”

Brooks shivered and licked his lips, picking up the pace to follow me through the safe house. I had never been in this particular one, but it didn’t take a genius to figure out where the bedrooms and bathrooms were. This wasn’t one of ours, as Luca had called in some favors, but apparently the guys who owned it were kinky fuckers too, so I couldn’t wait to see what was out in the old stables.

Up the stairs, I opened the door to a simple-looking bedroom. I led Brooks to the next one. Bingo.

Brooks easily allowed me to shove him into the bathroom, still confused and probably overwhelmed. I closed the door and immediately started kicking off my shoes. When Brooks still hadn’t moved, I stopped and cupped his chin.

“You know if you don’t want this, you can say no, right? We’re not trying to pressure you.”

His eyes bugged out of his head. “No! I want this. Whatever this is. My brain is just trying to catch up.”

Laughing, I kissed his nose. “Well, catch up faster, sunshine. Seriously, sometimes it’s fun to play with Mav, but this isn’t one of those times.”

His breath hitched, but then his brain must’ve finally booted up, because his sneakers went flying across the room and his sweats were down to his knees in seconds.

Now it was my turn for my mind to shut off as his semihard, pierced cock bounced out from the band of his sweats.

“Have you seriously been traveling all this way with no underwear?”

Brooks flashed me a crooked smile. “What? It was a private plane.” Like that answered everything.

Laughing, I shook my head and finished taking my clothes off. “Turn the water on,” I told him as I pulled my shirt over my head.

Brooks fiddled with the showerhead for a minute while I just took the chance to look my fill. It was my first time seeing him completely naked, so sue me, I was gonna stare.

He wasn’t as muscular as the three of us, but his body was tight, and that ass. No wonder Luca and Mav went crazy over it. It was the definition of a bubble butt, and the juxtaposition of all that pale, untouched skin surrounded by the dark tattoos? I palmed my dick, willing it to behave. We didn’t have time to play much right now.

Finally, the water turned on, and Brooks turned to me, the biggest smile on his face. God, he was fucking precious.

The shower was a walk-in, so I just crowded Brooks until he was forced to step back into the spray. I followed him in and then closed the glass door. The space was tight, not exactly big enough for two grown men, which meant that Brooks and I would have no choice but to touch each other. Oh no, what a hardship.

“Fuck,” Brooks whispered huskily, our faces just inches from each other. I closed the remaining space, bodying him against the cold shower wall while reaching out for the body wash that was on the built-in shelf behind us. Thank you to whoever had pre-stocked for us.

Brooks’s chest heaved and his hand wrapped around my bicep, not stopping me, more like for balance. We were so close that I could feel the steel of his PA piercing against my thigh. I flexed the muscle, dragging it over his tip.

“Have you ever topped anyone with that?” I asked while pouring a generous amount of body wash into my hands. I hadn’t given Brooks an inch of space, and just watching his reactions was turning me on. He was so fucking expressive.

He shook his head after a moment, like his brain wasn’t processing at full speed. “N-no.” He stuttered when my hands pressed against his chest, massaging the sandalwood-scented soap into his skin. “I-I don’t get to top very often.”

I hummed softly and discreetly moved my leg again. Brooks’s hips hitched, trying to get more friction. “But you’d like to? Top?”

He shrugged. “Sometimes, I guess? It depends on who and the circumstances. I don’t like to be in control ever.”

That . . . was good information. I moved down and onto his pecs, the tips of my fingers brushing against his nipple rings, causing Brooks to shiver despite the warm water raining down on us.

Brooks and I were about the same height, but I had muscle and bulk on him, and I used it to my advantage now. I pressed my forehead against his, even as I slid my hands farther down his body. “So, say you were tied down and couldn’t move a muscle, couldn’t even raise your hips, and somebody rode you, controlling every moment, determining how much pleasure you got, fuck, even controlling if you got to come and when, that would be okay?”

Brooks licked his lips and humped my leg involuntarily. “Shit. Yes. Yeah. That—that would be good. Or like, if a Dom controlled my movements. Told me what to do the whole time. I think I’d like that too.”

I nipped Brooks’s ear. “Yeah, I think I’d like that too. That sounds hot as fuck, sunshine.”

My mind was whirling, and I hoped Mav and Luca were open to suggestions when we played later, because hot damn, I had them now. I backed off, and without giving Brooks a chance to get his bearings, I knelt.

“Skye?” Brooks asked, equal parts confused and hopeful. Not that I blamed him. His dick was now bouncing an inch away from my lips. It would be so easy to take it into my mouth. Unfortunately, I couldn’t.

“Sorry, babe. Don’t have the time now. Just getting you clean. Next time, I promise.”

Brooks slammed his head against the tile with enough force that it made me wince. “Fucking tease.”

I grinned. “Just getting you ready.” I poured more body wash on my hands—I’d probably go through half the bottle at this rate, but oh well—and started to clean Brooks’s legs. I left his dick for last, because of course I did.

Brooks was cursing up a storm and humping air by the time my soapy hands cupped his balls. Both of his were curled into my hair, holding on for dear life but not controlling me at all. Damn, he really was so beautifully submissive, even as he continued to threaten me and all my descendants.

“Gotta be extra thorough,” I told him quietly as I tormented the fuck out of him, washing his balls and eventually the length of his cock. I teased at his cock head, which was uncut. This man was the definition of temptation.

“Fucking hate you, Skye. Wait till it’s your turn.”

I grinned up at him. “Oh no.” Putting on the fakest upset voice I could manage, I announced, “Look at the time.” I glanced at my waterproof watch, which I had set a timer on. “Only twelve minutes left. I think I’ll just have to wash up quickly. What a shame.”

Brooks’s body shook with frustration, but all he did was whine as I gently extracted his fingers from my hair—I didn’t want to lose handfuls—and then stood, spinning him around and pinning him to the wall. “It’s time for your back now.”

Brooks cried out as I slapped one of his ass cheeks, then he arched back. “Such a good boy,” I teased. “Luca and Mav are gonna lose their ever-loving minds.”

We really needed to hurry though, so I washed his back quickly before turning to his ass. My fingers traced his crease. “Tell me now if you want me to stop.”

Brooks glanced over his shoulder, shooting me a dirty look. “Fuck you. You don’t get to go this far and then stop. Finish cleaning me.”

I nipped at his shoulder. “Can you come now and still manage it if the toppy tops want you to?”

I could practically feel his eye roll. “Um, yeah, obviously.”

“Then you can if you can manage it before I’m done.” Brooks mumbled something, and then he was pushing out, spreading his legs for balance. His hand wrapped around his dick. I circled his hole with my soapy hands before gently breaching it, cleaning him inside and out.

Brooks was so fucking rough with himself that even I was impressed. I kissed the small of his back. “God, you’re so fucking pretty, babe. Anyone ever tell you that before? And this ass. Makes me wish I knew how to write poetry. I’d write a fucking sonnet about it.”

Brooks barked out a surprised laugh. “You are so fucking cheesy.”

“You love it.” I couldn’t resist anymore and bit down on the fleshiest part of his cheek.

Brooks screamed out and then his orgasm hit him, shooting all over the tiles.

“Fuck. Skye. Shit.” He panted, his head resting against the wall. He slowed down, gently milking the rest of his release.

I stood and checked the time. Nine minutes. Hell. After kissing Brooks’s shoulder, I grabbed the body wash and quickly cleaned myself. By the time he got his breath and turned around, I was nearly done, braced against the wall with a finger in my hole, giving it a quick clean.

“Damn, Skye, you’re trying to kill me.”

“I’d ask for a hand but we have . . . six minutes.”

Brooks didn’t say anything, just watched as I cleaned myself. I wished I had time to knock one out myself, but I’d never make it.

“Shut the water off,” I told him after we both rinsed off. I handed him a towel, as we hurried up and dried off.

“Should we prep?” Brooks asked. I shook my head.

“They’ll take care of it. C’mon.”

We both walked out in just towels. No one was around the hallway, which was kind of fucking ominous. The house was way too quiet. We had just thrown our bags into a bedroom—there were only three so Brooks and I were sharing, though I doubted anyone would be sleeping in their own.

“Don’t bother getting fully dressed since we’re gonna be naked in a minute. Just something so we don’t get arrested in a foreign country for indecency.”

Brooks snorted but pulled on a pair of gym shorts and his sneakers, without socks. I followed suit, though I put socks on, too, because eww, and then we were literally running out of the house, through the wild and slightly overgrown lawn, and to the stables.

Thank fuck Luca and Mav weren’t in here yet. I didn’t know what Brooks was expecting, but he stopped short as soon as he walked through the double doors, causing me to run into his back.

“Holy fuck. It’s like a fucking dungeon in here.”

Hands around his narrow hips, I gently pushed him all the way inside so I could close the door. I whistled, quickly taking in the surroundings. He wasn’t kidding. It didn’t look like a barn at all from the inside, completely renovated into a BDSM wet dream.

“We got 45 seconds, sunshine.” I sucked on his neck as I shoved his shorts down. He kicked them off without ever pulling away from me. In fact, he tilted his head, giving me more access.

“You taste so good.”

He hummed, a little dazed. “Shoes off,” I reminded him before reluctantly pulling away. I started to strip myself, but Brooks’s hands on the waistband stopped me.

“My turn.”

He was quick. He had to be. But he still didn’t waste the opportunity, his fingers teasing lightly on my skin as he pushed my shorts down. My cock sprung free right in Brooks’s face. His tongue darted out, licking a drop of precum off my tip before ignoring my dick completely and taking my shorts all the way off.

I was cursing up a full storm, but I couldn’t do anything about it because Brooks had my socks and sneakers off and our clothes gathered up in his arms as I heard the voices.

Brooks froze for a second, eyes on the entrance before he quickly dropped his armful on a bench against the wall.

He had just walked back to my side when the door to the stables opened.