17. Eden #2
I’m a little overextended, balanced entirely on my left side, but I’m able to angle my body along the outer edge of the mat so it falls away from Lucky slightly.
And my face isn’t quite buried in his sweatpants.
From here, I should be able to maneuver in the next round—hopefully without putting myself in some obscene position.
“ Your turn,” he prompts.
Right . “ Why did you decide to join the Army , since you loved your job?”
There’s a pause. “ When I was seventeen, there was an accident on the ropes. One of the teenage students was doing something she shouldn’t have and landed wrong.
It was... It was really horrible. The damage was pretty bad.
We had insurance, but the family sued and it got ugly.
Insurance came through for the claim, but they trashed our reputation.
“ Anyway , the Army was a good way to make a quick buck, especially since I was pretty physically fit and not qualified or interested in much else. Ended up getting pulled into the Rangers when I was twenty and met Dom and Beau then. They’d been in the squad together a while already.
Jayk and Thomas came in about two years later—they’d been in other divisions and transferred.
All came good in the end. Mom and Dad moved, got a new place. Worried about me too much. You know.”
My heart twists at the sadness in his voice. He’s open with it and it’s clear how much he misses them.
I wonder what that must feel like.
To my surprise, Lucky stretches impressively to place his other foot on the red circle beside my newly placed hand. It means his firm thigh is right by my face, pushing my already precarious balance uncomfortably, and I have to lean backwards to avoid falling down on top of him.
And yet he’s annoyingly stable. And he’s crowding all the space I had to move.
Despite myself, my eyes skim over him and I can’t fail to notice the hard length of him, er... at attention.
And very, very close to my face.
That seems to be the only strain on him, however, and, when my gaze finally makes its way to his face, he catches my shocked look with a cheeky grin.
Something about the naughty curve to his lips has me wondering what it would feel like to have them buried between my thighs. My core throbs and my balance wavers. I swallow hard, looking away as heat flames in my cheeks.
“ What was that thought?” Lucky asks, voice dipping into a low, rough drip that shivers down my spine.
I half-shake my head before I stop myself.
“ Nuh -uh.” Lucky laughs. “ That’s my question, beautiful. What thought had you turning that pretty shade of scarlet?”
I glare at him, suddenly liking this game a whole lot less. I shake my head again.
Blue eyes dance. “ If you don’t answer, I’m going to claim my dare. And I get to choose where you place your foot.”
Why did I agree to this stupid game again? Nervousness crowds me, and I lick my lips. Is it worse to tell him, or let him claim a dare? He seems creative; I’m not sure I trust him with a dare.
Decided , I open my mouth to tell him that I was fantasizing about him licking me... but the words won’t come.
He catches my panic, and his smile turns slow and lazy. “ All right, beautiful.”
His free hand wraps around my free ankle and tugs, nearly sending me off balance. Biting my lip, I let him guide me, and he sets my right foot on the other side of him. My balance shifts until my body is curved over the top of his.
To my surprise, I realize the position stabilizes me—but it means I have a foot placed on either side of his head, and my skirt now barely covers my ass. He must be getting a full view of my now-soaking lacy blue panties. In this spread position, I feel my swollen lips part. My breath strangles.
“ Um , what—” I clear my throat to try and rid the thick, raspy tone from my voice. “ What is the dare?”
Hot lips brush the sensitive flesh behind my knee, nearly making it buckle. He smiles against my skin.
“ Haven’t decided yet,” he says, all smug amusement. “ Maybe after the game.”
His tongue rasps up my thigh, and I shudder, flinching away from the sumptuous contact.
Goosebumps tighten my skin and wetness pools at my core, slicking me further.
I want to clench my thighs together, sure he’ll be able to see my growing arousal, but it isn’t possible in my position.
His spare hand lifts again and his fingertips skim up the back of my thigh.
“ Lucky , I — That’s ... cheating...” The last word comes out on a sigh.
The hand flattens on my upper thigh, fingers brushing against my panties, just barely. He rubs slightly against the silk, and the wetness makes his hand slippery. I can smell my own musky sweetness.
“ Fuck , beautiful. Do you have any idea how good you look?” Lucky groans.
He squeezes my thigh, then pinches my ass. I squeak, and he laughs, though the sound is tortured.
“ Touching is not against the rules,” he informs me after a moment of shared unsteady breathing. “ That would be a stupid rule.”
Oh , really? My eyes narrow, though he can no longer see my face. Sneaky blasted man. My gaze returns to all the delicious golden skin under me and competitive giddiness bubbles up.
I blame the monkey mix.
Before I can stop myself, I move my remaining hand to his stomach, lightly tracing the lines of his abs. The soft skin tightens at my touch and Lucky releases his breath. Hard . His thumb strokes the inner curve of my ass, baring me further to his gaze.
Trembling , I roll my lips together and trace my fingers down his V , right to the spot where it disappears into his pants.
I love the textural feel of his skin, so different from my own, so different from Jaykob , even.
So sensitive, like he can feel every brush of my breath like static electricity. I love his little shivers.
“ Now who’s playing dirty?”
Despite the delight in his tone, there’s a hot edge to it that makes me want to moan. A pleased smile teases my lips at knowing I’m affecting him.
His fingers catch the edge of my panties, and I whimper as he peels them to the side and cool air teases my heated flesh. My fingers tease the tie at the front of his sweatpants, held tight by the strain of his erection.
I shake my head slightly, trying to think. What am I doing? Two men in two days and I’ve been turned into a puddle of lust by both of them. I can’t help but be shocked by the sharp suddenness of my attraction to Lucky . Maybe I should—
Crack .
His palm comes down hard on the curve of my ass, and I gasp against the sting. It’s chased by a low, throbbing ache that reminds me I’m still a little bruised from last night.
“ Stop thinking, sweetness. It’s your turn to ask a question.” Then his voice turns sly. “ If you can hold up that long.”
His fingers return to my panties, only this time he parts my wet folds with his long, clever fingers, sliding up and down but somehow missing my clit on each stroke.
My arm wobbles underneath me, and I arch into his hand, but every motion to bring him closer to where I want him has him pulling back teasingly. A frustrated whimper escapes my throat.
My mind is utterly blank of questions, and I know I have to end this soon if I want to win. Why does winning suddenly matter so much to me? I’ve never won anything before.
His fingers circle tortuously around my clit again, not quite touching.
Biting my lip, I yank at the ties on his pants, loosening them enough that I can pull them down slightly, exposing his hard length.
I can’t help my pleased gasp. He isn’t as thick as Jaykob , but he’s big enough that I know I’ll have trouble with him.
Lucky lets out a smug, happy sound that tugs a return smile back to my own lips.
Wrapping my hand around the base of his cock, I give it a tentative stroke, then another, more confident. In reward, he finally slides that teasing finger against my clit.
“ Oh !” I cry out, a shudder racking my body.
My legs wobble, and he kisses the back of my knee again, scraping his teeth against my skin as he increases pressure against my clit.
Then his fingers part and press inside me, disturbing my clumsy rhythm on the scorching, velvet length in my palm.
I’m adrift, whirling. I can hear the obscene, wet smack of his pumping fingers.
I clench around him greedily, needing more.
“ Fuck ,” he swears on a groan, “you’re soaked.”
I suck back a sob and realize I have to up the ante fast before my legs give out. Before I can think about it, I remove my hand from his cock and flatten my hand on his tight stomach for balance. Then I lift onto my tiptoes and angle myself over him.
My lips brush over the glistening, florid tip of him, then part, sending warm breath down his length. He makes a surprised sound, and his fingers hesitate inside of me. I clamp around them again as I slide his swollen, needy cock inside my mouth, swirling my tongue around him.
He only just catches me by the hair to steady me as he collapses. His back hits the mat, and I fall with him, the sudden movement burying him deep in my throat.
I lift my head in shock, licking him as I go, then beam at him. “ I won!”
Lucky snorts a laugh, then his fingers tighten in my hair. “ Sure did. Congrats . Very proud.” His voice is raw and throaty. “ Now have mercy on me and put that sexy as fuck mouth back on my dick.”
My nipples tighten in my bra at the desperate request, and I obey, ridiculously thrilled. I realize I’m still mostly dressed, but it really doesn’t matter right now. As soon as my lips close around him, he moans helplessly, his hips rolling like he can’t help himself.
That’s it, it’s official: I’m a sex goddess.
He wraps his other arm around my waist and tugs me backwards. I pause; I’m kneeling over his face.