Chapter 18
MIKE
“It’s not much, but it’s mine,” I say, ushering her into the door of my one-bedroom apartment.
I watch as she takes in the space. It’s pretty minimalist, just the essentials: a TV, a couch, and a small kitchen table with two chairs. She doesn’t say anything, and I start to worry what’s going on in her head.
“I know it’s not much, but I don’t need much. And it’s clean. Besides, I’m at the fire station a lot so…”
She turns to me, a bright smile on her face. “It’s quiet.” She throws her head back, letting out a deep exhale through her nose. “It’s perfect.”
Her words calm my soul, and I tug her into the bedroom, guiding her to the queen bed. I reach down into the nightstand and pull out the bag I’m looking for.
“What’s this?” she asks, cautiously opening the bag.
“I picked it up when I was in Denver the other day, so we can complete an item on your list.”
She pulls out a paddle and hits it against her open palm, and the resounding thwack has my dick pressing against the seam of my pants. I wait for her to say something, but she’s oddly quiet. When she sits on the bed, she looks down, spreading her hands over the comforter. “Is this navy?”
“Dunno, always thought it was dark blue.”
She stiffens slightly. I reach for her, stroking her arms as I part her thighs with my hips so I can stand between them.
“You know what they say about guys with navy sheets.” There’s a hint of playfulness in her tone, but I can sense the tension in her body enough to know that she’s in her head about something.
“I don’t. Enlighten me.”
“There’s this trend on social media about guys with navy sheets belonging in the streets.”
“I’m not following.” I tilt her face up toward mine.
“The thought is that guys with navy sheets are just down for hookups. They’re not guys looking for serious relationships. It’s just my luck, that’s all.”
I can’t stand the sadness in her eyes, and I grab her waist with one hand, picking her up as she wraps her legs around me in response, still clutching the paddle.
“Mike, what are you doing?” she asks, surprise in her tone.
I don’t say anything. Instead, I lean over with her in my arms, and I pull the comforter and sheets off the bed.
I struggle a little with the fitted sheet, but after a few tugs, I get it free from the opposite side of the bed and toss all the linens on the floor.
Then I set her down and grip her cheeks in both of my hands.
“What do I need to do to prove to you that I want more than this with ya? You’re more than just a hookup to me, a ghrá mo chroí.”
I’m nervous about pushing her too hard, but if the color of my sheets upsets her because she thinks I’m not serious about her, I’ll get rid of them.
She doesn’t say anything, so I lean over the pile and pull out the top sheet, deciding to play it safe and refocus on her list. “If you want to check off another item, here.” I hold the sheet out for her to take.
She eyes it suspiciously. “What do you want me to do with this?”
“I want you to tie me up and spank me. You said you wanted spankings, and I’m happy to give them or take them. It’s up to you.” I pull my clothes off quickly until I’m fully naked and bared to her. She pulls off her shirt and leggings, but keeps her bra and panties on.
A light flashes in her eyes as she takes the sheet from me.
I hold my wrists together in offering, and she loops the fabric around it.
The knot is big and bulky and isn’t doing much to actually restrain me, but that’s not the point of this.
Once she secures the sheet, I turn and leave the room, feeling her eyes on my arse the whole time.
She follows me into the living room, and I walk over to the couch, leaning over the back of it. It’s the only piece of furniture in my space that is the ideal height for this.
I can feel her body behind me, can sense her hesitation. “Spank me. Give it to me. I need to feel your hands on me. Or the paddle, I don’t care. I want everything you have to give me.”
The first slap is soft, timid, her hand lingering on my cheek as if she’s exploring it.
“I know ya got more in ya than that, Lucky.” I wait for her witty retort to the nickname, but it never comes. Instead, she smacks my arse with more force, and I groan, steadying myself against the cushions with the ridiculous ball of fabric binding my hands.
I don’t know where the nickname even came from, probably all her talk about being unlucky. But she’s far from it. And she makes me feel like the luckiest motherfucker on the whole goddamn planet.
She doles out several more swats, alternating cheeks as she increases the pressure.
The sounds that escape me are obscene, and I can feel the precum leaking from my tip as my cock rubs against the back of the couch. I should be embarrassed by the mess she’s making of me, but I want to give this to her. Let her claim her power.
Her finger trails up and down my spine before I feel her palm shove my upper half down, my face now buried in the knotted sheet, forcing my arse higher in the air.
“Such a good boy for me, aren’t you? So eager for anything I give you.”
Fuck, if she only knew how much.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Another crack of her hand echoes around the space, and I bite the sheet as the sting slowly eases into little pricks of pleasure against my skin.
Then she uses the paddle, rubbing it around my flesh, before popping my left cheek with it, eliciting new sensations everywhere it lands. Who knew I would enjoy this so much?
She smacks the other cheek, and I buck against the couch. “Feckin’ hell, Lucky.”
As soon as the nickname leaves my lips, she smacks my right arse cheek again, this one harder than any of the previous ones.
I let out a low growl of appreciation, and she pauses her movements, stopping to trace a finger over the bottom of my arse where it meets my right thigh.
Every touch of hers feels goddamn amazing.
She continues teasing the spot where my cheek meets my thigh, and I push back against her, silently asking for more of whatever she has to give me.
“I think I like you like this.” Her voice is quiet, yet full of power, as if she’s been waiting for this moment for far longer than I realized.
“How’s that?” I turn my head, trying to peek at her.
“Needy for me. At my mercy.” Her hand snakes down between my thighs to grip my balls, giving them a firm tug.
“Fuck… I need…” I struggle to form a coherent thought when her hand reaches up and cups the base of my dick, her thumb playing with the barbell closest to my balls. “Oh fuuuuck, that feels good.”
She continues playing with me, toying with each barbell as she slowly makes her way up my shaft.
I’m so distracted, so desperate for release that I don’t notice her other hand bring down the paddle on my left side until it connects.
“Jesus feckin’ Christ. I’m…” Am I going to come? She’s barely touched me.
“What do you need? I want to hear you beg for it again.”
I have no shame when it comes to this woman.
I will do anything. Give her anything she asks for.
“I need your mouth on me. I want you to try to swallow as many of my piercings as you can while your hands stroke up and down the rest of my shaft. Please. I’ve been a good boy, taking my spankings.
Please, Lucky. Please. I need to feel ya. ”
“Sit on the couch,” she commands.
I push up on my hands, still bent over the couch and jump, swinging my legs up and over the back as I land somewhat sideways thanks to the knot of sheets.
The sound of her laughter makes me smile. When I look up, her head is thrown back as she clutches her chest. I live to hear this woman’s joy.
“Oh my God, I’m sorry, this is probably the least sexy thing I could say right now, but that was a total Levi move,” she says through giggles.
“Where do you think I got the idea?” I smile as I pull my hands out of the sheet knot.
“Sorry, I know I shouldn’t bring up the kids when I’m about to suck your dick.”
I sit up so she can stand between my legs. “S’okay. It’s hard to turn off the mom part sometimes. But I meant it when I said I wanted all of ya. Every side of ya.”
My comment sobers her, and she nods, slowly sinking to her knees.
All other thoughts leave my brain the moment my cock slides into her mouth. Her perfect, warm, delicious mouth. “Fuck, I love this mouth.” The words slip out, and I squeeze my eyes shut and wait to see if she’s going to react to what I said.
A low, deep moan escapes her throat, and I blow out a sigh of relief that she’s not going to get hung up on my use of the L word.
When I open my eyes, I nearly come at the sight of her, on her knees, three barbells deep, saliva pooling from her mouth, as she does her best to swallow my cock. “Look at me, a chroí.”
Her eyes lock on mine. She has the kind of eyes poets write about, a wild green, as fierce and beautiful as a storm rolling in off the Atlantic.
Eyes that I want to spend an eternity memorizing every shade and nuance of as we build a life together with her boys.
As we make love every night once they’re tucked in.
But I don’t voice my thoughts, instead focusing on her movements, wanting to make sure she gets as much pleasure out of checking this item off as I have. “Touch yourself. Put a hand in your panties and rub your clit.”
Her hand moves down, slipping past the waistband of her pants and even lower. When she lets out another moan, I know she’s followed my command.
“That’s my good girl. I bet you’re soaked for me, aren’t ya? Making a mess of your panties just from sucking this cock.”
The nod she gives in response is slight, but the thought of her dripping for me and the way she slides me to the back of her throat, working me deep with a swallow—that’s all it takes.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come. Swallow it, Lucky. Every drop. Ughhhnn, fuck.” My cock pulses against her tongue, warm and hungry, as I spill into her mouth.
Seconds later, my cock is still between her lips when her orgasm hits and I feast on the sight of her as her free hand releases my dick and grips my thigh, anchoring her to me as she rides out her own waves of pleasure.
When she stills, I grip her arm, pulling her into my lap as I grab the hand that was in her panties and bring it to my mouth, sucking on her fingers as I clean her essence from them. “So feckin’ delicious.”
I pull her mouth to mine and thrust my tongue inside, wanting to lap up every inch of her mouth that I can.
The taste of my release is still on her tongue, salty and tangy, as she matches my enthusiasm with gusto.
I’m drunk on the taste of us—her on my tongue, and me on hers—mixing together as we get lost in each other, exploring and groping.
We sit there like that for a good bit, kissing and holding each other when something chirps on her phone, and she untangles from me. “Shit, we have to go. That’s my alarm.”
“You set a timer?”
“So we wouldn’t be late. Bella’s going to my house, and we need to be there when she drops the boys off.”
I grab her hand, squeezing it to get her attention. When her eyes meet mine, warmth blooms in my chest at the admiration I see there.
“Plus, I know that if I didn’t set an alarm, I’d be wrapped up in you all night,” she adds with a smirk. And, fuck, do I love every little piece of herself Lucy shares with me. This admission is my favorite yet.