Chapter 17
CLOVER
I’m not sure how my legs are as steady as they are right now. There’s a gorgeous man on his knees in front of me, pulling down my sweatpants, and I’m suddenly remembering I’m not wearing underwear. You kind of have to pick and choose when you only have a couple of pairs.
When he discovers this, he slowly looks up at me with a wicked grin and licks his lips. I don’t know what fantasy I’ve fallen into.
“Pretty girl,” he mumbles, but it’s not to me directly; it’s for my pussy. This is the second time in only a few days that this man has wanted to devour me, and I’m not one to keep someone starving.
When he parts my lips and flattens his tongue against my clit, I am fully aware that my legs are no longer steady.
He moans while he laps at me, and I see his hand quickly moving to unbutton his jeans.
He pulls away from me only long enough to work his way out of them and throw them to the side, and I get the quickest glance at his cock before he’s holding me open with one hand, sucking my clit to a cadence only he hears, and I can see his bicep flexing in the same rhythm as he strokes himself.
“Fuuuck,” I drag out, wanting to see him.
Wanting to touch him, feel him, fuck him, suck him.
I tilt my head back against the wall and lift my knee up, putting it over his shoulder so I’m somewhat splayed out in front of him.
Now that his hand is free, he slides his middle and ring fingers inside of me.
Suck, stroke, slide. Suck, stroke, slide.
The rhythm picks up, and I can feel my orgasm cresting.
When he hooks his fingers inside of me and strokes the spot that I thought didn’t exist until now, I come undone.
My legs shake, and he pulls his mouth away from me, looking up at me with a beard glistening from my wetness and how unabashedly messily he devours me, and he starts encouraging me. Coaxing my orgasm out of me.
“What a good girl, Lucky. Are you going to come for me? Don’t, not yet. You’re doing so well, sugar. Almost time . . . ”
I’ve been such a good listener up until this point. I kept my hands at my sides the whole time, but I can’t anymore. My hands reach out and clench his hair, holding on to him for dear life.
He hisses at the pull, but doesn’t stop me. It actually seems to encourage him more than anything. His fingers move faster, more urgently, harder.
“Are you ready, my Lucky girl?”
I whimper, but it’s not an answer in his eyes. He wants me to say it. He wants to know I’m okay.
“Are you fucking ready, Clover Jane?”
“Yes, Sir,” I moan, louder than intended.
“Then fucking come for me,” he demands, and I hadn’t noticed he had stopped fucking his fist until he squeezed my nipple. Hard.
I fall apart at his command. I’m a shaky mess, and when I look down at him, he’s wide-eyed. Feral. His pupils are huge. He slows his pace, letting me come down before releasing me and standing upright.
This is the first time I’ve actually seen his cock. It’s swollen and literally bobbing to the beat of his pulse, and it’s larger than I expected. His face is flushed, and he’s closing in on me, pressing his mouth to mine, and I taste myself on him.
He’s breathing heavily and wildly. I bring my gaze back up to his and reach out, wrapping my fingers around him, slowly moving my hand up and down his shaft.
My lips part as I stare into his eyes, watching his fists flex at his sides.
When I look down and see a small bead of pre-cum forming at his tip, I drop to my knees and run my tongue over the head of his cock, my first taste of him as he growls out a very approving sound.
“Fuck yes, Clover,” he pants. He looks down at me and strokes a hand over my hair. “How much do you think you can take, Lucky girl?”
I’m not sure when ‘Lucky girl’ became his thing, but it’s my favorite name now.
“We can find out,” I respond, wrapping my lips around his tip. I’m salivating for this man, which is going to be helpful. I slowly rock myself back and forth, trying to focus on relaxing my throat. With every motion, I get a little further down on him.
He loves it. Testing the waters, I take his balls in my hand and massage gently, and oh my god, this does something to him.
He sucks air in through his gritted teeth. “Tap twice if it’s too much,” he commands quickly, before putting his hands on the side of my head and slowly fucking my mouth while holding my head still.
This is new, but I don’t hate it. I try to relax my jaw to take more. His breathy moans get quicker as he starts to pick up the speed. I keep tugging gently on his balls, but I put my other hand on his thigh just in case.
I’m being face-fucked, and this might be the highlight of my sex life.
“Where do you want my come, sugar?”
Clearly, I can’t answer, and he realizes that.
“Can I come down your pretty little throat? Can you swallow me, Lucky?”
Two taps means no, so I tap once in response.
Yes, Sir.
He holds onto my hair with one hand and continues fucking my mouth. I can’t help but moan at the sheer pleasure he’s getting, and I’m the source of it.
I guess the vibration in my throat seals the deal, because the next thing I know, I’m swallowing him quickly as he releases himself at the back of my throat, holding my head in place. I sputter a bit, but I take every drop.
His cock does one final twitch in my mouth before he pulls away from me. He holds out a hand to me, and I take it, letting him help me off my knees. He gently guides me to the bed and helps me get settled, tucking me in.
He silently goes back over to his jeans and pulls them back on, buttoning them and tucking his pockets in.
When he leaves the room, I’m a little sad, but I don’t know what I expected.
We aren’t a thing. We are just . . . whatever we are.
The past is in the past, and this was just finally getting a taste. Right?
He surprises me when he comes back in with a bottle of water and a small bag of fruit snacks. He lies down next to me, on top of the covers, and uncaps the water. “Drink, sugar.”
I stare up at him as I sip it, watching him tear the fruit snack bag open with his teeth.
“I’m not sure if you like these, but you need a little something, and it was the closest.” He hands me a piece and then pops one in his mouth, too.
After we finish the snacks, he kisses the top of my head and tells me to go to sleep.
“Night, Bucket,” I whisper.
“Night, Lucky,” he whispers back.
I roll onto my side, and he stays, but he lies down behind me and tucks me against him, still on top of the quilt, though.
A few minutes later, I’m still awake, replaying every crude act in my head, carving every detail of his face as he stared at me on my knees into my brain.
“Hey, Bucket?” I ask, whispering again, like I did when we were growing up.
“Yeah, Lucky?”
“I wonder if that’s how a snake feels before it eats. Unhinging its jaw and shit. I’m gonna study more on that. Learn from the professionals.”
I feel his body vibrate with laughter as he tries to stay quiet, but both of us dissolve into a fit of giggles.
“Go to fucking bed, Clover Jane.”
I fall asleep, smiling, to him running his fingers through my hair.