Chapter 18 #2
I’ve touched myself, used my vibrator plenty, but with everything happening right now—the heat, the pressure, the pace—I’m already spiraling. This is Lucky Branson touching me and it won’t take much to push me over the edge.
“You are nowhere near as naked as I need you,” he breathes against my mouth, and I couldn’t agree more—even if the thought of him pulling away makes me ache.
Still, it has to happen. Our clothes are officially the enemy.
We fumble and tug, lips never straying far, hands everywhere at once. It’s uncoordinated as hell and I’m pretty sure I hear fabric tear, but neither of us cares. We’re too far gone to stop.
Somehow, I’m the one completely naked while Lucky’s still half-dressed, his pants the only thing left on him. I have every intention of evening the score—until his hand slides between my thighs and everything in me short-circuits.
The heat of his palm burns against me as he gives a slow, intimate squeeze that steals the breath from my lungs. It’s a jarring shift from the frantic pace seconds ago—gentler, deeper.
But before I can process the change, he’s sliding a thick finger inside me, and thought disappears entirely. I grip his shoulders as a guttural moan rips out of me—loud, desperate, completely unfiltered.
His finger withdraws, then drives back in, slow but purposeful. My heels plant against the mattress as I lift my hips into his hand, chasing every bit of pressure he gives.
Lucky’s mouth finds my neck, and he lets out a low, wicked laugh against my skin, amused by just how greedy I’ve become.
Fine—two can play that game. I slip my hands between us and go for his belt, determined to return the favor.
He shifts just enough to give me room, but the second he pushes two fingers inside me, my coordination shatters. My vision blurs, breath catching as I fight to focus. Somehow, I undo his buckle, even as his mouth trails hot along my neck and his fingers work me into a frenzy.
My body shakes, hips grinding against his hand like I’ve got no control at all—only need.
Lucky drags his teeth along my collarbone and I shiver, but finally get his pants unbuttoned. I shove them down in a rush, hand slipping inside until I find him, hot, hard, and heavy in my grip.
I wrap my fingers around him, stroking, teasing, letting my thumb swirl over the slick at the tip. His hips jerk into my hand, matching my rhythm, both of us moving in sync, tangled in heat and longing.
It’s not enough.
God, I need more.
Every inch of me aches for it.
Whether he’s sensing what I’m feeling or burning with the same need, Lucky suddenly shifts off me, reaching into his back pocket. A second later, he’s got a condom in hand, sliding it from his wallet with practiced ease.
I take the chance to really look at him—his face tight with desire and focus as he tears the foil open.
That jaw, those eyes, the lean lines of muscle across his chest and those four-leaf clovers on his neck—all of it hits differently now that I’m seeing it instead of just feeling it.
His pants hang open, his cock hard and waiting, and I can’t look away. A tremor runs up my spine as he slides on the condom, every motion precise, controlled.
Eyes on me, he strokes himself a few times. I can’t help but stare, my mouth watering.
“Let me get my pants off,” he growls and starts to move from the bed.
“Don’t,” I practically shout, my finger sliding through a belt loop and holding tight.
Lucky freezes, head tilted in curiosity.
“Just push the damn things down,” I suggest, eyes flicking between his cock and his shocked expression.
“You’re that horny, huh?” he asks, hiking an eyebrow.
I snort and shake my head. “I’m efficient.”
His grin is wide and beautiful. “I like it.”
Lucky pushes his pants down a little past his hips, freeing his beautiful dick. He gives himself a few more strokes and then lowers himself onto me.
I part in welcome, and he grabs one of my legs to hook around his waist.
My head tips back as he grabs his cock and drags it through my slick heat, the tease of it making my eyes flutter shut.
When the tip settles at my entrance, my breath catches—everything in me strains for more.
Lucky’s eyes lock on mine and I brace for a kiss, even wet my lips in anticipation, but he doesn’t move. He just stares, intense and unreadable, before starting the long slow push inside.
“Lucky!” I moan, the stretch and heat so good it sends a rush straight through me, pleasure already coiling tight.
He groans against my neck. “You good?”
“Perfect,” I gasp, the word punching out as he pulls back and thrusts into me, deeper. “You deserve an award.”
A laugh rumbles in his chest as his head lifts, his eyes a beautiful mixture of amusement and lust. “Promise me we’ll always laugh in bed.”
He punctuates that by rotating his hips and I grunt. So very unladylike. “Trust me… the sounds you’re going to wring out of me will be very funny.”
“Good,” he murmurs.
Every thick inch of him fills me, reaching a place so deep it feels almost otherworldly.
Lucky wraps his arms around me, pulling me flush against him, his face buried in my neck as his hips start to move—slow at first, then steady, relentless.
All I can do is cling to him, arms looped around his neck, holding on as he takes me with him.
He pushes me higher with every thrust, winding me tighter and tighter—until I know that when I finally break, it’s going to be spectacular.
Lucky lifts his head again, gaze locked on mine as he stills deep inside me. The look on his face is pure, unfiltered hunger—easily the most seductive thing that’s happened tonight. It’s the kind of look that promises ruin—but drawn out, deliberate, like he plans to savor every second of it.
I’m the recipient of a few slow, steady strokes before the rhythm starts to build, his pace quickening.
Brows furrowed with strain and I can tell he’s close. Just like I am.
So achingly close, and part of me wants to chase it, to fall.
But another part?
Doesn’t want this to end.
Alas, it’s inevitable. I can feel it building fast, heat tightening low in my belly, winding hotter with every deep thrust.
Each time he drives into me, I’m shoved closer to the edge, barely holding on. I bite my lip, trying to slow it down, trying to stay in this a little longer.
But Lucky picks up the pace, his thrusts harder now, deeper. I feel myself sliding across the mattress with every powerful push. His forehead drops to mine, and he lets out low, ragged grunts with each grind of his hips.
“Lucky,” I whisper, breath hitching, as everything inside me begins to shatter.
My muscles clench around him, tight and pulsing, and from the way Lucky groans, I know he feels it too.
My back arches as the orgasm tears through me—sharp and explosive, racing up my spine and crashing back down between my legs, where I convulse around him in wave after wave.
God… just God. It might be the most intense thing I’ve ever felt.
And it doesn’t stop—he keeps thrusting, drawing it out, stoking every last flicker of pleasure.
Then he gathers me against him, sinks his full weight onto me, and with one final deep thrust, he groans into my neck as he lets go.
I unwrap my arms from him as he lifts his head, eyes glassy and half-dazed like he just got hit by a truck made of orgasms.
“Jesus,” he mutters, breathless. “That was…”
“Yeah,” I breathe. “That was…”
“… something we absolutely have to do again,” he finishes, totally skipping over the stunned silence part I thought we were sharing.
I blink up at him, grinning. “Cool. Just give me, like… ten to twelve minutes to regain control of my limbs.”
He smirks. “I’ll set a timer. But fair warning—I’m not great with patience. Or math.”
Lucky laughs low and brushes a soft kiss along my jaw before rolling from the bed. “Be right back.”
I hear him in my bathroom, water running. I’m guessing he’s disposing of the condom, but I’m too blissed out to think beyond that.
My eyes open as the bed dips and there he is again. He pulls me in tight, chest to chest, arms wrapping around me like it’s instinct.
It doesn’t feel casual, but rather like something we’ve been waiting to happen. And it feels exactly right.
We lie there tangled, the room quiet except for the slowing rhythm of our breaths. His thumb drags lazily across my hip, and I could fall asleep like this.
“You want me to go?” he murmurs, voice low against my hair.
I nuzzle closer. “Do you want to go?”
He pauses. “Not even a little.”
“Good,” I whisper, smiling into his chest. “Because I’m using you as a body pillow now. You’re trapped.”
Lucky chuckles, tightening his arms around me. “Guess I’ll suffer through.”