Chapter 10
LIAM
Lucky trails her fingers along the hem of my t-shirt with the lightest of touches.
Soft.
Fleeting.
A tease.
A tentative experiment from someone who doesn’t want to scare me off or push me too far, too fast.
But nothing scares me about this.
Quite the opposite.
She slowly lifts the fabric until her teasing fingertips brush my skin directly. The barely-there touch ignites a fire deep inside me that rages to be released, and I suck in a breath, my entire body seizing in response to the light trace of her skin over mine.
Lucky grins against my mouth, then spreads her hands up and under the shirt, across my chest, allowing her short nails to bite into the flesh there.
Fuck.
I growl lowly and tug her hips firmly to mine, grinding my hard cock against her body, ensuring she knows I am one hundred percent on board with where this is going.
She issues a needy little sound in the back of her throat that only acts like gasoline being thrown on the inferno already raging inside me.
Please God, don’t let me fuck this up.
I already forewarned her to set her expectations low considering I haven’t done that, but it doesn’t mean I don’t want it to be fucking perfect with her.
And not just because it’s my first time, but because it’s Lucky.
No matter how irrational it might be, I’ve wanted this since the first time I saw that blue blaze of hair and the flash of feisty fire dancing across her matching eyes.
My Bluebell…
I’ll never be able to look at those flowers the same without seeing her like this, without feeling her lips and body pressed to mine, without hearing that little needy moan she made when she felt the press of my cock.
She tugs at my shirt, working it up until I’m forced to drag my mouth away from hers long enough to allow her to pull it over my head.
Her eyes briefly drop to the tattoo on my chest as she tosses it onto the floor, then she glances at Giz watching us on the bed and waves him off it and toward the chair.
Offering an annoyed look, he jumps up onto the soft leather, does a few circles, then settles, letting out a little harrumphing sound before his eyes drift closed, finally giving us the privacy we need.
I slam my mouth against hers again, walking her backward until her knees hit the bed and she sinks down onto it. Her hands fumble at my waist to get the button of my jeans free and the zipper down, but I capture her wrist before she can slide her hand into the denim.
“Why am I the only one getting naked?”
Lucky’s luscious curves have been a constant source of my fantasies since I saw those thick hips swaying their way across the diner toward me, and my hands itch to touch them, to run all over every inch of her.
The corners of her lips twitch, her eyes blazing with promise, and I release her wrist slowly. She reaches down and grabs the hem of her own shirt, then drags it up over her head and tosses it behind her.
“I wanted to do that…”
And now that her breasts are heaving in a bra that matches her hair color, all I want to do is tear it off and see them fully.
She laughs and grabs my jeans, tugging them down. “You’ll have to wait.”
I run my fingers through her hair, tilting her face up to me. “Why’s that, Blubell?”
Instead of answering me, she dips her head and glides her tongue across the throbbing head of my cock before she sucks it into her mouth.
Jesus fucking Christ.
My body tenses as my eyes roll up into my head. It drops back on my neck, my muscles trembling as Lucky glides her tongue along the entire underside of my shaft. My hand tightens in her hair, seeking something to cling to as I spiral off into bliss with her attentions.
“Lucky…”
It’s a warning that I’m not going to last. There’s no way I could with her hot, wet mouth wrapped around me. But it doesn’t seem to deter her. In fact, my groan of barely restrained control when she draws back slightly and reaches the head only seems to urge her on further.
She sucks and then swallows, drawing me even deeper again. I hit the spongy softness of the back of her throat in a way that makes my entire body bow up in warning.
“Fuck!”
I tug on her hair, urging her off, but as she pulls back, she glides her tongue across that spot right under the head of my cock and I twitch, which only drives me into her mouth.
She moans her approval and wraps her hand around my shaft, stroking it as she sucks me down almost greedily, like she can’t wait for it when I’m the one who’s barely hanging on by a thread.
It doesn’t take long for that heated tingle to start at the base of my spine, and my balls to draw up impossibly tight.
It’s been way too fucking long since I’ve felt a woman’s touch, since anything has gotten me off beside my own hand. And even that hasn’t happened in almost a year, since any inclination for that type of release disappeared as the nightmares came.
I groan, my hips wanting to thrust, to drive into her, to move, and she reaches out with her free hand and clutches my ass, urging me forward, encouraging me to do precisely what my body craves.
Fucking hell, this woman.
And I can’t stop it.
I start to move in time with her motions. The twisting of her palm on my slick shaft. The licking and intense suction. It crescendos into a symphony of pleasure and agony that I can’t take anymore.
Sweet torture.
“Lucky, I’m gonna come.”
I feel, rather than see, her smile around my cock, and she somehow manages to suck me even deeper before she draws back on my shaft with a suction so tight my feet lift up onto my toes and I’m coming straight down her throat.
Wave after wave of pleasure surges through me as I unleash hot spurts that she swallows down greedily. Each one feels like releasing something that’s been pent up for far too long—all that tension, worry, and fear melting away as she brings me pure ecstasy.
By the time I’m done and she finally pulls free from my cock, I can barely open my eyes to gaze down at her. I brush my thumb across her swollen bottom lip, hovering only an inch from where she still clutches my shaft. “Fucking hell. That was…”
Raising a pleased brow, she waits for me to come up with a word to describe it, but all I can do is shake my head and grin at her.
All my brain seems capable of doing right now is floating in this post-orgasmic haze.
Speaking isn’t possible.
But I still need more. Of her.
She releases me and returns my smile, and I bend down to drag my jeans the rest of the way off before I seize her mouth with mine.
Her tongue glides along my own, the taste of my release still lingering there, and all I want to do is taste her, to feast on her, to give her what she just gave me ten-fold.
I reach behind her and unhook her bra, and she slides the straps down her arms and lets it fall to the floor as she shifts back on the bed.
My bed.
Lucky.
In.
My.
Bed.
Part of me can’t comprehend how the fuck this is happening even as I crawl onto it after her, not wanting to break the kiss, not wanting to allow any space between us.
When she finally reaches the pillows at the headboard, I run my hand along the waistband of her jeans until I find a zipper. My hand trembles as I tug it down before I quickly remove them and toss them unceremoniously off the bed, leaving her in only a small thong that matches her bra and hair.
I grin at it. “I love that you color coordinated.”
She releases a laugh that fills the cabin with something it hasn’t had—ever.
Christ, I love that sound.
I want it to stay.
I want to hear it every day and every fucking night, just like this.
Only a tiny slip of fabric now separates us, and I trail my fingers along the edge, relishing how silky soft her skin is below it and the way she squirms under the featherlight touch.
But I don’t have it in me to tease.
Not tonight.
Not now.
I tug down the fabric and pull it from her legs, fully exposing her core.
She squirms under my assessment, but she has no reason to.
In the moonlight streaming in through the window, all I see is Heaven, the only place I want to be right now. I lower myself onto my elbows between her legs, spreading her wider as I graze my fingertips across her already wet flesh.
Her hips buck at the contact, her hands digging into the comforter as she tips her head back to the headboard. A little groan tumbles from her lips, and I’ve barely touched her.
She’s just as worked up as I am.
“Did sucking my cock get you wet like this?”
Her eyes flash open and meet mine, her lips parting on a heavy exhale. “Yes.”
“Good.”
I dip my head and drag my tongue through her slit. The flavor of her arousal fills my mouth, and sweet mother of God, it’s better than anything I’ve ever tasted in my life.
I could drown in it.
I could stay in this spot and die happy.
Her hips buck again, and I brace my left forearm across her pelvis to keep her down, pinned in place as I explore her.
Figuring out what she likes. Learning her needs.
Dragging the flat expanse of my tongue over her, then flicking the tip of it across her clit.
Probing deep inside her until she’s squirming and bucking.
Exploring every inch of this woman’s body has become my ultimate goal. Memorizing every dip, every curve, every dimple, every scar; I want to know all of them.
I glide my hand up her inner thigh and slip a finger inside her, and her hips attempt to bow, but I press her down, keeping her prone as I curl up and find that soft spot deep inside her.
A mewl falls from her lips and her head tosses from side to side as I drag my finger along her inner wall and suck her clit between my lips the same way she just did my cock.
“Oh, God!”
Her hips begin to roll against my face, and it’s all I can do not to come again instantly at the franticness in her motions. That same desperation I felt to drive my cock deep into her hot, wet throat is what she feels now as my mouth and tongue move over her.
She wants more.
Of everything.
Of me.