Chapter 43
“I …” My face flushes, and the sparkle in Lucky’s eyes tells me he knows it’s from more than his wandering touch.
Reaching into my underwear, he strokes, featherlight, licking his lips. “Is it just the thought of him that makes you this wet? Or something else?”
“Lucky,” I gasp, rocking into his fingers. He parts my pussy and teases me, circling my clit before going lower.
He kisses my neck. “You’ve done this before—touched yourself and imagined him. Haven’t you?”
“Yes.” Of course I have.
It’s not just that he looks amazing in a suit, but how controlled he is. I can’t decide what I want more—to break his control or be under it.
Both. Definitely both.
“Tell me what you think about,” Lucky says, slowly dragging the tip of his finger around my entrance before dipping inside. “His hands? His mouth? How do you want him?”
“His hands.” I’ve spent hours thinking about them. On me. In me.
Like a command, Lucky slips his fingers into me, slowly fucking me. “Yeah, that’s right; he’s got good hands. Long fingers. You feel them inside you?”
“Yes.” Fuck. “Did he use them on you? God, did he taste you?”
He grunts and rocks his hard cock against my hip. “Is that what you want to see?”
“I want to see him kiss you.”
It sounds so simple compared to what he’s doing to me, too sweet, but it’s the truth. I love the way Lucky kisses, and now that I know to listen for it, it’s obvious that love still lives within him.
His lips meet mine instead, and I slip my hand into his briefs to stroke his cock, which is already wet with pre-cum. Spreading it around the leaking head and coating my palm, I match the push of his fingers.
“Fuck, that’s it,” Lucky pants. “Tighter—that’s how he’d want it.”
Oh fuck. My imagination explodes, a lightning burst of fantasies coming to life under Lucky’s touch.
Sterling in Lucky’s place, hot and hard and leaking in my grip.
Then standing over us, watching, directing.
Lastly, all three of us tangled together, sweat-slick and writhing until the pleasure is more akin to pain.
I want it all.
“Lucky …” I whine, needing more. More fingers, more friction, more.
He must understand, must hear it in my voice, because he doubles his pace.
“I wish he could see you like this,” he says, licking along my neck. “So wet for us. Can you feel him, love? Fuck, yes, I know you want it. I can feel you clenching tighter at the thought. You want him inside of you? Want both of us?”
“Yes. Oh God, yes.”
The Sterling in my mind smiles—a private, heated thing—and runs his palm over his cock, thick and straining his pants. He won’t get himself out; he enjoys the wait, testing to see how long he can hold out.
He’s patient. A predator watching his prey.
Watching us.
“Focus,” he says. No, demands. “Feel the way he fills you up. Imagine it’s my cock inside of you, fucking you like you deserve. Can you feel it? I’m never going to let you feel empty again.”
I whimper into Lucky’s mouth.
Fucking hell. The picture is all too clear as Lucky pumps his fingers inside of me, stroking the pleasure higher and higher. I imagine Sterling enjoying this, giving Lucky commands to go faster, slower, bite here, suck there.
My heart pounds against my ribs. I’m close.
“Come on, love,” Lucky says, his breath hot against my neck. “Let go for us.”
“Yes, Mia. Come.”
My whispered, “Yes, yes, yes,” fills my ears, and it’s the thought of Sterling commanding me to come in that low, stern tone he has that catapults me over the edge.
I’m still trembling as I pounce on Lucky, rolling onto his chest. “How did he do it? Was he rough with you?” I graze his nipple with my teeth. “I know you like that.”
“Fuck, love. More.”
I tighten my grip on the up stroke, focusing the pressure on the weeping head of his cock.
Lucky grunts and fucks into my fist. “That’s good, just like that.”
It’s so hot; I could come again.
Pre-cum pools at the head, slicking the way as he fucks into my fist. Lucky likes it rough, so I tighten my fist and let my nails skim the sensitive underside of his cock.
He bares his throat on a drawn-out, “Fuck.”
He’s never looked hotter.
“You going to come?” I ask between kisses.
His hips stutter out of rhythm. Yeah, he’s going to come.
“Come on. Do it. He wants you to.”
This does it, pushing Lucky into orgasm just as quickly as it did me, his cum spilling over my fist, pooling across his stomach. His cock pulses, and I drag out my last few strokes to the point of overstimulation, loving Lucky’s punched-out moans.
Panting, I finally pull away, letting Lucky clean the cum off me with his boxers before he throws them in the hamper he keeps by the door.
He collapses back on the bed and pulls me into his arms. “I’m glad I asked,” he says, breathless.
His skin is damp with a fine sheen of sweat, his heartbeat loud under my cheek.
“Lucky?”
“Yeah, love?”
It turns out, a great orgasm makes me brave. “If you still have feelings for Sterling, why haven’t you gotten back with him?”
Lucky’s chest rises and falls with a long breath. “Because I’m in love with you.”
Oh.
“Look, I’ve loved that man most of my life, and a part of me always will.”
“What if you could have both of us?”
“Well, that’s the dream, isn’t it?”
Yes, it is. I curl tighter around him.
“Feel good?” he asks.
Sparks trickle along my skin where he’s gently stroking my back.
All I can manage is a contented hum. It’s as close to a dream as it’s possible to get, consciousness a soft and syrupy thing that will come later.
For now, I have the warm embers of pleasure running through my veins, a great job, and Lucky, who has reignited wonder within me, freely offered anything and everything I could ever need, and proven what I knew to be true—that there are people with endless kindness in their hearts, who brighten the world and illuminate its beauty.
Getting to sun myself in Lucky’s glow is a joy I am grateful for every day.
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I’m going to need an ice bath after that!
But what about Sterling? (go to 50)