Chapter 20 #2
I arch an eyebrow at him as he closes the distance between us, stripping off all his clothes in the process. “I know how loud ya can be. Want to make sure we don’t disturb the wee ones.”
Why is that so hot?
His fingers glide up the tops of my thighs.
Once he reaches the waistband of my pants, he yanks them off, along with my panties, and then straightens, making a show out of detangling my underwear from my discarded pants.
“Already wet for me, eh?” he asks, bringing the fabric to his face as he inhales deeply.
He balls the cotton into his fist and crawls over me.
The second his bare cock grazes my skin, all thought leaves my brain and I’m consumed by the heat of his touch as he leans down and gives me the most sensual kiss.
This isn’t friends-with-benefits kissing.
This is a deep, soul-searching, feelings-confessing type of kiss.
With one hand propped up beside me, fist still clenched around my panties, he uses his other hand to delicately caress my cheek.
All the air punches out of my lungs as he continues his meaningful exploration of my mouth and lips, leaving no trace untouched.
When he suddenly pulls back, I feel as though all oxygen has escaped me, as though his kiss was the only thing tethering me to life. I gasp for air, and I see the wickedly playful gleam in his eye as he takes my panties and stuffs them in my mouth.
“I need every scrap of fabric at my disposal to silence the sounds I’m going to pull out of this beautiful body, a chroí.”
Oh sweet Jesus, do I want that.
I nod like a love-drunk idiot and watch as he pushes off me and climbs up the bed, tossing pillows aside as he positions himself next to the headboard.
“Get over here and sit on my face, love. I’ve been dying to check this off your list.”
I pull the panties out of my mouth. “Are you su—”
“Absolutely feckin’ sure. Now come make my face your throne and show me the power you wield over me.”
My nerves get the better of me. I’m not a small woman, and I’ve never done anything like this before. “But I’m—”
“There are dozens of words you could use to finish that thought. Were you gonna say beautiful, powerful, amazing? How about fierce, stunning, breathtaking? Anything less than that is unacceptable. You are incredible, every inch of ya. Your big heart, your capable mind, the way you care for others and protect the ones you love.”
I’m at a loss for words, stunned at his confession. Is this how he sees me? “Can you—”
“I can do anything you want right now, but the thing I want most is your pleasure. I want to see you come apart on my tongue. I want to feel your thighs squeeze my face when you’re on the edge. I want to taste your cum on my tongue knowing I earned every drop of it. Can you do that for me?”
Nodding hesitantly, I slowly crawl over to him, panties clutched in my hand. Even though his words fill me with a warmth and comfort I’ve never known, I can’t help but feel nervous about putting all my weight on him. He must see the concern in my features.
“What is it, Lucky?”
I blink at him, stunned. He’s called me that a few times now, and it stops me in my tracks every time. “What did you call me?”
“Lucky?”
Do I tell him? Not even the girls know this part of my past. “I’ve been avoiding that name my entire life.”
“Why?”
“I am the unluckiest woman on the planet.”
“Don’t think that’s true. You’ve got two beautiful boys, a job you love, and a supportive group of lassies.”
“Is that all I’ve got?” I search his eyes for more, hoping his confession isn’t complete. I want to tell him how I feel, but I’m too afraid to say it first.
“I think you know the answer to that. But I’ll humor you since I’m so feckin’ gone for ya.”
An embarrassing smile lights up my face, and I bite my lip trying to play it cool.
“I called ya Lucky because that’s how ya make me feel.
Lucky we met. Lucky you finally let me help ya with your list. With your boys.
And so damn lucky every time ya look at me like that.
And while I’m dyin’ to get lucky with ya right now, I’d be even luckier if we ditched the friend title and I could enjoy all the benefits of calling ya mine. ”
All words escape me as I nod emphatically.
“Can we tell the boys?” The eager look on his face nearly does me in.
“I’d like that,” I say.
He pulls me against him as he presses his lips to mine.
“So damn lucky.” He pulls back, searching my eyes. “Does it bother you when I call you that? Lucky?”
“It shouldn’t.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because it’s my name.” I sit up and twist my hands in my lap.
His brow furrows and he blinks several times in confusion. “Like your nickname, yeah?”
“No. Like the name on my birth certificate.”
A wide grin lights up his face as he chuckles. I swat at his chest.
“If you haven’t noticed, bad luck follows me wherever I go, so the thought of being called Lucky felt too ironic when I’m the definition of unlucky. Also, Lucky Lovejoy? The teasing was relentless. So I dropped the K and started going by Lucy once I moved here with my mom in middle school.”
“I love it. And I’d love it even more if you came over here and sat on my face.”
“It’s just…” I trail off, unsure how to finish that sentence.
“What? How can I set your mind at ease, love?”
“I’m not a small person.”
“Feck no, you’re not, and it’s damn sexy,” he says gliding his hands up my thighs as he digs his fingertips into the flesh on my hips.
“This body is feckin’ incredible. I have enjoyed every inch of you already, and if you think I’m going to deny you the pleasure of coming on your man’s face, you’re wrong.
Now get your fine arse up here and ride me. ”
Empowered by his declaration, I nod and inch my way up his body when he places a hand on my stomach and frowns.
“I know ya like to leave the shirt on, but I’ve been dying to see this part of ya,” he says as he palms the area around my belly button.
“And I’m going to need you fully naked so I can watch those perfect tits bounce while you ride my face. ”
I let out a breath and slowly peel off my shirt and bra trying not to let my nerves get the better of me.
“Christ, Lucky. You’re feckin’ exquisite.”
His words fill me with warmth. I haven’t revealed this part of myself to anyone since becoming a mom. But with Mike, it’s not as scary as I thought it’d be. Nothing with Mike has been.
He reaches up and cups my breasts, rolling a nipple between his thumb and forefinger as my head drops back in a small moan. He halts his movement and grabs the balled-up panties still sitting on the bed, shoving them in my mouth before he grabs my thighs and helps position me over his face.
Oh my God, what if I crush him?
“I’m not gonna do a lot of talking, but I will make noise. Do not stop, no matter what. If you need me to move to a specific spot, just grab my hair and move me. Other than that, hold on to the headboard and ride my face so I can feast on this delicious cunt.”
Ever so slowly, I lower myself until I can feel his warm breath tickling my pussy.
“None of this hovering shite, Lucky. I told you to sit.” He wraps his arms around my thighs and pulls me onto his face and then proceeds to eat me like a man starved.
Every lick and suck of my flesh makes my legs shake as my core tightens. One of his hands releases my thigh and then I feel fingers push inside my pussy. I moan into my gag; thankful he had the foresight to use it.
He latches onto my clit, pulling it into his mouth while his fingers stroke my inner walls. I buck against him and dig my fingers into the wooden headboard to steady myself.
I can feel him moaning against me, the vibrations creating an indescribable feeling against my skin. He continues his efforts for several minutes, and while it feels amazing, I can’t help but worry that I’m crushing him, that he won’t be able to breathe.
Suddenly, his fingers and mouth are gone as two hands grip my thighs, pushing me up in the air like he’s doing bench presses, and I tighten my grip on the headboard to keep my balance as I peer down at him in confusion.
“I can feel your hesitation, and I can assure ya I’m fine.
As you can see, I have no problem lifting you to put you where I want ya.
But Jesus feckin’ Christ, if you don’t get out of that pretty little head of yours and ride me like you mean it, I’m gonna spank your arse and cunt until you want to come so bad you’re begging me to fill ya. ”
All I can do is nod my enthusiasm as he lowers me back down and begins eating me with a fervor I’ve never experienced.
His fingers are back, filling and stretching me as he taps out a rhythm on my G-spot, and my body responds as if it knows the rest of the melody to the song he’s creating with my muffled moans, his deep growls, and the dirty sounds his mouth is making against my soaking center.
My orgasm hits quickly as I buck and grind against him, threading my fingers into his hair as my nails graze his scalp.
I struggle to catch my breath as I come down from the high. When I slowly push up on my knees, he slides out from under me, swatting my ass as I yelp into the fabric still balled into my mouth.
My hands are gripping the headboard as I attempt to catch my breath. There’s some jostling around behind me, but I’m too spent to look.
Warm hands grip my waist, and then Mike is pressing his big hard body against mine. His hands glide up my stomach as he rests them right under my breasts and grinds his hard cock against my ass.
He lowers his head next to mine and I can feel his breath tickle my ear. “Can I truly make ya mine, love?”
I nod my head in agreement as I push my ass against him, creating more friction.
“Do you know what I’m asking ya?”
He pulls my panties out of my mouth, and I inhale deeply as I turn my head to look at him. “I want you to fuck me bare.”