Chapter 11
CHAPTER ELEVEN_
GETTING LUCKY
Lucky kissed the shaft of Winston’s cock. The only thing Winston should have been thinking about was the way it had been too long since he’d had Lucky’s hands on him. Or the way his body sagged against Lucky, safe in the familiarity of him. Instead, all Winston could think about was Calvin.
Calvin’s eyes on them.
Calvin sitting across the room looking like some sort of wet dream in that cropped shirt and skimpy skirt. As Lucky licked a line up the underside of his cock, he closed his eyes to keep from staring at Calvin. He’d never let anyone watch before, and it had him harder than he’d expected to be.
Lucky worked Winston’s pants lower until gravity took over and the they pooled around his ankles. Lucky made a noise of appreciation, and Winston opened his eyes. Looking down, their gazes met as Lucky took Winston in his mouth.
Hands caressed his thighs. Blazed trails of heat. Left goosebumps wherever they touched. Lucky slid his hands up the back of Winston’s legs and cupped his ass. Winston shivered when fingers grazed over his hole. Lucky’s eyes fluttered shut, and he took Winston’s cock deeper, hollowing his cheeks.
“Oh, fuck. I’m going to come if you keep doing that.
” Winston’s voice was already unrecognizable.
Thick with lust and breathless, he didn’t sound like himself.
Or maybe he sounded more like himself than ever before.
Winston made no bones about the fact that he was a strict bottom.
Lucky knew this about him, and he also knew that Winston didn’t like making many choices in the bedroom.
He had specific likes and dislikes, and other than that, he preferred for his partner to steer the ship.
Lucky pulled back and released Winston’s cock. “Get on the bed. All fours.”
Winston braced himself on Lucky, using him to balance as he kicked the pants off his ankles. When Winston crawled up onto the bed, he found himself staring directly at Calvin.
His face heated when he realized that with the way Calvin was sitting like a person, like someone relaxed and eager to see other people fuck with his legs spread wide open, Winston could see everything.
That tiny skirt hid nothing. The shadows of the room obscured more than Calvin’s clothing managed to.
The bed dipped as Lucky joined him. Winston’s cheeks were parted and Lucky licked a swath from his taint to his hole. His tongue swirled around Winston’s long-neglected hole. God, it had been ages since Lucky had done this. Winston’s arms shook as Lucky’s tongue speared into Winston.
“Oh, fuck.” Winston leaned forward, resting on his folded arms. This was better. He couldn’t see Calvin this way… but he could still feel Calvin’s unwavering stare, and it made Winston feel hot all over.
Lucky worked his tongue into Winston’s ass at the same time he stroked his cock. It was almost too much. Almost too good.
“Lucky, please.”
Lucky kissed the cheek of Winston’s ass and gave it a squeeze. “Do you need help, Winnie?”
The tip of a finger traced Winston’s hole.
“Yeah. Fuck, yes. Lucky, I’m going to come.”
“No, you’re not.” Lucky stopped touching him altogether. “Get on your back.”
The bed shifted as Lucky climbed off. Winston knew what he was doing. Without looking, he could tell what drawer Lucky opened and the exact things he grabbed from it.
Winston rolled onto his back, which was better.
He could pretend Calvin wasn’t there. He could focus on Lucky, who knew exactly the right way to take him in hand as he fastened the cock ring around his already too-hard cock and too-tight balls.
Once he was secure, Lucky smoothed his hands up Winston’s chest. Fingers brushed his nipples, and Winston let out a shaky breath.
“That’s better, isn’t it, Winnie.”
He nodded and watched as Lucky reached for the lube. Instead of squirting it in his hand first, Lucky drizzled it straight onto Winston’s cock. The liquid was cold at first and it made Winston hiss. Then it felt like nothing. And then Lucky wrapped his hand around Winston’s cock and stroked.
Winston’s breath caught in his throat. He tried to thrust up into Lucky’s fist, but Lucky released him when he tried.
“Lucky,” Winston whined.
“I love it when you beg.” Lucky spread Winston’s legs. “I love how hard you are for me. How desperate. Do you know how long it’s been since you’ve let me in, Winnie?”
He shook his head.
“Too long.” Lucky skated blunt fingertips down Winston’s chest. He took Winston in hand again and stroked his dick hard and fast, like it was a punishment.
Or supposed to be. In truth, it brought Winston to the edge, but the cock ring kept him from going over.
Lucky let go and Winston felt his cock twitch as it tried to chase down the orgasm that evaded him.
Lucky played with Winston’s nipples. Plucking and twisting and rubbing while he ignored the way Winston’s cock was leaking on his stomach.
Lucky braced himself on one of his arms so he was hovering over Winston, his mouth just out of reach.
If Winston wanted it, he’d have to work for it.
Lucky’s gaze held his while he stroked Winston slowly and deliberately.
His touch was too light, but it was better than the nothing he’d feel if he kissed him.
Winton sat up enough to close the distance and kissed him anyway. He parted his lips for Lucky, inviting him in. Lucky’s tongue swept inside as his hand released Winston’s cock. Winston was being torn apart as Lucky dismantled him brick by brick like he could remake him in the rubble.
Winston whined when Lucky’s mouth disappeared. He relaxed, flopping back onto the bed.
“Roll over.”
Winston wasted no time listening to Lucky. He felt like he was too big for his body. Like there was a Winston inside him that was pressing at all his seams and trying to escape. He lacked grace, and he didn’t give a shit about how awkward his limbs felt as he obeyed Lucky.
He returned to his previous position and found Calvin looking him right in the eyes. Calvin leaned forward slightly, his stare intensifying. Times like this, Winston found it hard to remember that he wasn’t real.
Lucky pressed his slicked-up cock against Winston’s entrance. They’d long ago ditched condoms. They were both on PrEP and had promised that they’d say something if they’d been with anyone else.
“Let me in, Winnie.” Lucky crooned softly, caressing Winston’s back. His hips. The globes of his ass. Lucky’s hands were everywhere. Winston had forgotten how good Lucky could make him feel.
“Let me in that tight hole of yours.”
Lucky pushed forward. The head of his cock popped through the tight ring of muscle, and Winston sucked in a breath at the sudden intrusion. He bore down and did his best to relax as much as possible to let Lucky in. His hands scrabbled at the sheets until he had fistfuls of fabric.
Lucky leaned forward and tilted his hips, pushing himself deeper into Winston. Kisses were peppered across his shoulders. The nape of his neck. Lucky’s breath on his skin made Winston feel like he was being remade. Like new life was being breathed into him.
Sex with Lucky had always been like this, and if Winston could ever be enough for him, he’d keep Lucky.
But Winston didn’t top. Ever. His dick flagged at the mere thought of it.
And Lucky topped only on occasion. Like tonight.
When Winston had walked into the house not knowing what to expect, there had been a certain gleam in Lucky’s eye that sent shivers up his spine.
“That’s it, Winnie, make noise for me,” Lucky murmured in his ear.
He wrapped an arm around Winston’s chest and pulled their bodies close together. It changed the angle that Lucky entered him at. Lucky’s cock, the perfect size, if anyone dared to ask Winston, pegged his prostate with every thrust. The cock ring was the only thing holding Winston together.
Lucky pulled him upright so they were both kneeling on the bed. Winston tilted his head and allowed Lucky better access to his neck. He licked and bit and kissed as he slowly worked his cock in and out of Winston.
“Winnie. Winniewinniewinnie. Winnie, baby,” Lucky whispered so quietly that Winston doubted Calvin would’ve heard it. Hell, Winston almost didn’t hear it. But he did, and he heard the heartbreak in Lucky’s voice. Winston wished that he could be enough for Lucky.
“You feel so good, Winnie.” Lucky took the lobe of Winston’s ear between his teeth and gently nibbled. “Look at him, Calvin. Isn’t Winnie beautiful like this?”
Winston opened his eyes and found Calvin peering directly into his soul. His face was expressionless. And then suddenly it wasn’t. Calvin looked at Winston, raked his gaze slowly over his body, and then he looked at Lucky.
“Winston is beautiful.”
Winston flailed and grabbed onto the arm that Lucky had slung around his chest still.
He held tight, digging his nails into Lucky’s flesh.
Even with his eyes squeezed shut, he could feel the way Calvin’s eyes never wavered from him.
It made him hot all over, like it was something taboo.
Something illicit. Like it were even possible for something that was programmed to want for nothing, to want Winston regardless of his coding.
Teeth scraped against Winston’s shoulder and he let out a startled cry as his cock twitched, trying to come, but not able to.
“Lucky. Fuck… I need. I need.” Winston fell forward. Pressing his cheek against the bed, he arched his back and kept his ass in the air. Lucky’s hands latched onto Winston’s hips, and he slammed into him again and again.
Winston reached between his legs and wrapped his hand around his cock. Precum leaked from the tip like he had it on tap. It wasn’t enough. It was too much.
He needed it to be over.
He never wanted it to end.
These were the moments that made it easy to be with Lucky. The moments where nothing else existed except for the two of them.
The three of them today. Winston thought of Calvin and his barely-there skirt. The cock nestled under it, not quite hidden from anyone determined to sneak a peek. The way Calvin looked at Winston made him feel like he could hide nothing from him.
Lucky pulled out suddenly, leaving Winston briefly bereft as he was flipped over.
Lucky folded Winston’s legs against his chest and slammed back inside him.
His hips pistoned faster. Harder. The desperation to come increased to nuclear meltdown levels.
Winton’s balls were so tight and full that he felt like they were going to burst. He let out a keening cry into Lucky’s mouth.
Their tongues tangled as Lucky reached between them and released Winston’s cock ring.
Air left his lungs. His muscles arched, contracted, clenched, and his whole body shook as he came. His ass clenched around Lucky’s cock, squeezing it until Lucky was equally breathless. Just as destroyed. Just as empty as Winston was.
But Winston wasn’t empty now. Lucky’s cum had marked him on the inside. Filled him with warmth and belonging. Possession.
Lucky collapsed on top of Winston, then rolled onto his back. He dragged Winston with him so he was pillowed on Lucky’s chest. They panted as they tried to catch their breath. Lucky kissed Winston’s head and brushed the hair off his face with a tenderness that made Winston ache.
“God, I needed that,” Lucky said with a sigh.
Winston might have responded if he hadn’t been preoccupied with Calvin and the way he stared at them from his seat across the room.