Chapter 15 #5
“Take a deep breath for me,” he says calmly.
I do.
And I feel the stretch. I feel the burn. I feel every inch as Lucky fills me and fills me with him. When I feel him bottom out, the breath rushes out of me in a wicked moan.
“That’s it, Willow,” he says with a smile as he slides out just a little. “You’re doing so well.” He presses back in.
Holy shit. I do not know how it fits. How there’s room inside of me for all of him. Does it hurt? Yes, a little. It’s been a whole fucking decade since I’ve had sex. But that doesn’t mean I haven’t taken care of my own needs, that I haven’t played on my own.
Thank fuck.
Because otherwise, there’s no way I could enjoy this this much.
“Keep going,” I breathe, hooking my legs around him.
He makes a noise of approval and slides out again and then in. In and out. Steady. Fast. Slow. He bends forward over me and takes one of my nipples in his mouth, again. He sucks it. Hard. A wild noise escapes me, and I don’t know how to classify this one. Animalistic? Feral?
“Good girl,” Lucky whispers against my skin as he hooks my leg around his waist and presses into me again. “You’re such a good fucking girl.”
My fingers claw down his chest, wanting to fuse us together. Every inch of him is perfect. Saint Shade. Lucky. The balance of the two is a fantasy I couldn’t even conceive of. This room. Him raw. It’s everything.
“Are you ready?” he asks, looking down into my eyes.
“Yes,” I answer, even though I don’t know for what. The answer is going to be yes with him.
He reaches a hand between us, and I gasp when he presses a finger against my clit. He slicks it with everything between our bodies, rubbing firm, long, and perfect.
And this is what he meant.
I feel it skyrocket inside of me. The momentum as I tip my head back against the mats beneath us is unstoppable. Lucky rubs me with the perfect rhythm. And I start seeing stars as he launches me toward the edge.
“That’s it, come for me,” Lucky growls as he picks up the pace.
And I detonate.
It rips from my clit, races out to my toes, to my nipples, through my whole scalp.
The best feeling I have ever, ever experienced takes complete control over my body as I rip apart.
A cry escapes me, something divine and dark.
My breath catches in my throat, and maybe suffocation really isn’t that bad a way to go.
But the air is superb when I drag in a gasp as another wave hits me.
Lucky pistons inside me harder, and a war cry that would make his ancestors proud fills the entire mirror room.
As the orgasm subsides, Lucky lowers himself until he’s lying on me. But it’s the very best kind of weight. I wrap my arms around his broad self and hold him tight.
We share ten silent seconds, our thundering hearts syncing to the same rhythm.
“You alright?” he finally asks, his tone slightly nervous.
I actually laugh. It builds until I’m shaking underneath him and I accidentally laugh his cock right out of me. Dammit. “I’m amazing, Lucky. Holy shit.”
I pull his face to mine, and I kiss him like I love and lust him, because I fucking do.
He’s grinning like he’s died and gone to Valhalla. “I always loved this room. Now I’ll just call it my damn temple. That there, what we just did, it doesn’t get more holy than that.”
“Agreed,” I say, grinning like a maniac as well.
Lucky rolls, pulling me into his side. I rest my head against his chest, and he looks down at me. “I love you, Willow. Like, you’re going to think I’m even more of an obsessed freak stalker with how much I’m going to say it now that you’ve opened the door.”
Who am I? I’m not a woman who grins this much, who blushes this much, who appreciates this much cheese. But I am eating every bit of it up. “I think it’s just called worship, and trust me, I have no problem with devotion.”
“Good thing I picked the name Saint Shade,” he says as he bites at my ear.
I laugh, dodging away from his teeth, when my phone buzzes on the floor where it landed in a pile with my jeans.
I know the sound of that notification. I have clients.
I groan and roll against him, dragging my nails lightly over his ribs. “I have to go play witch. People expect me to tell them if their boyfriends are cheating.”
Lucky huffs a laugh, muffled into my hair. “Spoiler: yes. If they feel the need to ask, the answer is always yes.”
I sigh because he’s right, unfortunately. But I climb to my feet and start pulling clothes on. Reluctantly, and watching me the entire time, Lucky pulls his rehearsal clothes back on as well. His cum is smeared in my underwear, and I fucking love it.
“This was everything, Willow,” he says as he takes my hand and walks me down the hall. “Thank you. For trusting me.”
We pause just inside the door, the rest of the outside world waiting. I reach up, brushing my knuckles over his jaw. “Thank you for being patient with me. And for that room. I think it unlocked a kink I didn’t even know existed.”
He snorts a laugh, and it feels good to let some of the seriousness go. “Who knew, Willow Vale is into mirror play and talking her through it.”
“I am,” I say as I push the door open. “I really, really am. You talk a lot, but I think my favorite kind is when you’re taking my clothes off.”
“Fuck, crack her open and the woman is dirty,” Lucky says with an unhinged grin as we take a few steps toward the curb. Vegas hums around us, warm air blowing my hair as we stop on the sidewalk. His gaze drops back to me, and it’s softer, private.
“This feels different,” I whisper, caught in the weight of it. “Something. Life. It’s different now than it was this morning.”
He cups my face, thumb brushing my cheekbone. “That’s because it is.”
The kiss we share on the sidewalk is nothing like the wild heat of earlier. It’s tender. Steady. The kind of kiss that seals something larger, something life-altering. I know it in my bones—there’s now before this day, and after.
I step back, forcing myself to break away, smiling even as my chest aches. “See you later, boyfriend.”
His grin is feral. “See you tonight, girlfriend.”