17. Eden #3
“ Don’t stop on me now, beautiful.” It’s a plea, not an order, and suddenly I’m powerful—in control of giving or taking away his pleasure. And , with a desperate, warm ache, I realize I want to make him happy. I want to drive him wild.
“ God damn. It’s been... so long,” he groans.
I let my mouth slide over him wetly, before tightening my lips for a firmer stroke. I quickly realize I can’t suck to his base without the wide head of him hitting my gag reflex so I wrap my hand around him again to make up the extra length.
He lets me work him over for a minute, testing different rhythms until he shudders encouragingly. Then he pulls my panties aside again and yanks me down onto his face, parting his open mouth right over my heat and sliding his tongue around my clit in a firm stroke.
I cry out around his cock, and he chuckles against me, those wicked lips as delicious as I imagined. More delicious, even.
It’s different to Jaykob’s wild, messy hunger.
Lucky savors me like I’m made of candy, with teasing, naughty tastes.
We find a rhythm together and as his fingers join his mouth, rubbing and fucking my tight, wet hole, a now-familiar tension begins to crest in my center.
I shiver and squirm over him, my mouth growing wetter and sloppier and more frantic.
A part of me is appalled by the mess I’m making, another part is worried I might suffocate him like this, but the needy side of me—fueled by the lost, wild noises Lucky is making—tells them to shut the hell up.
My rhythm is fast and frantic and his hand wraps over mine, steadying me, tightening as he pumps my hand along his length to my mouth.
The tangy, delicious taste of him coats my tongue, and his smell fills my nose.
I pull back slightly. “ Lucky ,” I beg, breathless.
“ Hmm ?” His tongue circles me, and I shudder.
Words are hazy, hard to find. “ Lucky , please. I need you to fuck me.” In this moment, the wicked word fits in my mouth.
In this moment, my mouth is filthy, my mind debauched, my body lost to carnal, wanton sin.
This moment is for cocks and cunts and tongues and obscene orgasms. “ I need— I want you to—”
His tongue falters on me, and my body wants to scream.
Don’t stop. I want him inside me desperately.
“ Lucky !” I repeat urgently. “ God —”
Then the fingers that had been plunging inside me crook and rub against an incredible, magic spot, and he sucks hard on my clit. Unable to help myself, I explode against his fingers, pleasure shooting through my spine and arching my back.
As if my release sets his off, his cock tightens under my fist, and he thrusts up into it desperately until I take him in my mouth again.
“ Fuck , fuck. Take it, beautiful, taste me. Drink me down. Every fucking drop.”
Caught off guard and shuddering through my climax, I swallow the hot spurts that hit the back of my throat.
When he’s done, I tremble against him, my tongue still lapping in tiny licks, until he tugs my head back and off him.
Lucky gives me a few open-mouthed, carnal kisses as I sit up on his face, riding out my last shudders of pleasure. His fingers slide out of me, and I sigh. In moments, he has me spun around and tucked against his side, his hands running over every bit of skin he can reach.
Lucky presses a kiss to my forehead. “ Good game, beautiful. You’re a natural.”
I go to scowl at him, thinking he’s teasing again, but the warm, happy light in his eyes melts it before it begins. Giving up, I huff a laugh into his chest. “ You’re impossible.”
Part of me wants to ask why he didn’t do what I asked, why he didn’t finishinside me,but I’m too shivery with pleasure to care overmuch.
I lift a hand to my mouth and surreptitiously wipe the moisture from around my lips. His hand is lazy in my now sex-fucked hair.
“ You , um, wouldn’t have a breath mint would you?” I mumble, embarrassed.
Lucky snorts, then starts laughing. He pushes me onto my back and then the hand in my hair fists as he brings his mouth to mine and kisses me deep. His tongue works mine and, despite my very recent orgasm and the fact that I know where both of our mouths have just been, my body begins to tingle.
When he finally pulls back slightly, he rubs his nose against mine.
“ You’re too cute. Don’t stress so much.” Lucky grins, and his dimple creases his cheek. “ Just remember, it’s been years since any of us have gotten laid. We’re happy for what we can get.”
Ouch .
My smile withers.
Lucky’s eyes widen. “ Whoa , hey, I don’t mean it like that!
I just meant that something like how your breath smells is so far down the list of priorities right now.
Y’know , when I have a fucking half-naked bombshell in my arms after she just blew my mind.
Never mind what Jaykob said. He’s a complete asshat and even he is clearly into you. ”
My cheeks burn and I try to twist away to avoid his earnest gaze, but he presses his forehead to mine.
“ If you think I’m anything but completely kid-in-a-candy-store-who-also-has-ten-million-puppies level of happy to have you here, you need a brain transplant.”
It is really hard to argue when a man’s slightly sweaty and decadently hard body is pressed up against you, I decide, and I slowly relax back into him. It’s amazing how he does that. Just smashes right through every insecurity I have.
A moment later, I’m running my fingers through his short beard, enjoying the soft, springy bristles.
“ I like your beard,” I whisper.
I’m fairly sure my inner thighs are now thoroughly abraded, to add to the collection of sex badges I’m accumulating, but I’ll take it.
Turns out, beard burn is hot. When his lips curve, I trace their shape as well.
He lets me touch him as much as I want, watching me with warm, hooded eyes, like he’s just soaking in the happiness the same way I am.
“ You want some more monkey mix?” he eventually asks.
I laugh, sitting up beside him, keeping myself in the curve of his body. Touching him like this is addictive. I never knew I was a cuddler. “ Are you sure that’s a good idea? I’m a bit of a lightweight. I’ll be no good to you if I have much more.”
He teases a lock of hair that’s hanging loose over my shoulder. “ Oh ,” he says casually, “ I just figured you might need some Dutch courage. Y’know . Considering you have that dare to do and all.”
My liquid body freezes solid again, and I stare at him with wide eyes. “ Um . Right now?”
“ Oh yeah, beautiful. Right now.”