Chapter 60
Grumbling, Lucky pads into the living room—no shirt, boxers low on his hips. He looks like a god, if gods had bedhead and got cranky when they didn’t have a sleep-in.
“Nope,” is all he says as he throws me over his shoulder.
“Lachlan—”
He cuts Sterling off. “You too.”
It’s not often Lucky will make demands, and why would he when he begs so sweetly? But as the floor changes from wood to carpet, I see Sterling following behind.
Lucky is sweet as he lowers me back onto the bed, stripping me of my pajamas and enveloping me in his body heat before the morning chill can hit my skin.
The bed dips again, and Sterling is brushing hair from my eyes, kissing me softly as he settles back in.
Lucky charts a tender course along my back with his fingers and buries his face in my shoulder, breathing deep and slow. Over his shoulder, the red glow of the clock makes his point. It’s Sunday. What’s a few more hours in bed when it’s this good?
I could live happily in this very spot, in this very moment, and never need anything else. Lock myself away in a cocoon of comfort and skin, being held by them, shielded from the outside world.
It’s still hard to remember this isn’t a dream.
I must fall back asleep because when I blink awake, I’m sandwiched between them again, our legs threaded together, except this time, there’s no barrier between us. Nothing except skin on delicious skin.
I start to move, desperate to finally touch them.
Lucky’s arm slips around my waist, pulling me back. “Not yet,” he says.
I want to laugh. Like hell I’m leaving this bed. Maybe later. Maybe never again.
I hold back a groan as his erection presses into my hip.
Sterling kisses me, his own cock hard and hot against my thigh, and I know I’m not going anywhere.
Lucky fits himself against my back. The slick tip of his cock leaves wet kisses along my ass as I roll against him, slow with sleep. “Mmm.” His low hum in my ear goes straight through me. “Morning, gorgeous.”
Sterling slides his hand down my hip to my thigh, gripping tight as he pulls my leg up and over his, leaving me open. His cock finds a place between my thighs, but he doesn’t push in yet. He teases his fingers along the sensitive part of my thigh while he nips at my neck.
Lucky stretches as he watches, his smile growing lascivious. “I knew you’d look good like this, love. Don’t you think so, baby?”
“I do,” Sterling answers.
Lucky leans down and takes my nipple in his mouth. “Better than we imagined.”
All I can do is whine with pleasure.
“She likes that,” Sterling says, sliding his hand closer to where I want it, but still not touching where I really need.
With my nipple caught between his teeth, his tongue swirling around the peak, Lucky looks up, all smiles, and, fuck, they’ve barely done anything, and I’m already close to begging.
He looks good like this, hair out of control, eyes a little hazy with lingering sleep. I grab the back of his head, gripping his hair, and haul him up to kiss me. It’s loose and filthy, his lips softer than melted butter.
Fuck, his mouth is so good.
I want it everywhere.
Sterling chooses this moment to finally circle my clit, and I gasp into Lucky’s mouth.
Lucky pulls back with a groan, grabbing the base of his hard cock as he watches Sterling’s fingers. “Fuck.”
Reaching behind me, I twist and catch Sterling’s mouth with mine, bucking as Lucky’s hand joins his between my thighs, dragging through the wetness and circling my pussy in a tease.
Fuck is right.
“Please,” I whine.
Sterling sucks on my lower lip. He shifts, gripping my hips with enough force that I moan, and it’s followed by his when Lucky’s hand disappears, his knuckles dragging along my skin in a way that tells me he’s stroking Sterling right now.
Then he’s lining Sterling’s cock up, and Sterling pushes inside, and—holy mother of God, yes.
Lucky kisses his way down my body, until he’s between my open thighs, licking his reddened lips as he watches as Sterling slowly fucks into me.
Sliding his hands up my thighs, Lucky parts my pussy with his thumbs, letting out a hot breath across my clit. I buck into it.
“Don’t be cruel, Lucky,” Sterling says. “Help her.”
Lucky smiles up at us both. “Hold her, baby. Help me out.”
Sterling grips my thighs. “Gladly.”
Lucky sinks down into the mattress and dives in, sucking my clit into his mouth.
I shout.
Caught between the pleasure on both sides, I can’t do anything but hold on and enjoy the ride. Sterling keeps his pace slow and steady, and Lucky seems content to stay down there forever, so why not? I never want it to end.
“That’s it,” Sterling says. “Show that pussy the worship it deserves.”
He ghosts his fingertips along the curve of my breast, making my back arch, trying to get more of his hands on me.
“I could get used to waking up like this.”
Lucky teases my clit with his tongue. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
Lucky’s tongue disappears lower, and then Sterling is growling in my ear.
He thrusts forward hard. “Shit, Lucky, your fucking tongue.”
Ah, so that’s where he went.
He’s eager, curling his tongue around where Sterling is inside of me, teasing his way inside, making me scream.
Lucky rises up on one hand, licking his lips. “You taste so fucking good, both of you.” He dives back down, alternating between us, his talented fingers rubbing my clit as he tongues my pussy where Sterling is pumping in and out.
“I’m close,” I whine.
Like a call to action, Sterling takes this personally, reaching down with one hand to sink his hand into Lucky’s hair and holding him firmly against my clit.
“Fuck his mouth, beautiful. Take what you need,” Sterling whispers in my ear, a wall of heat behind me, his arm a vise over my chest.
Lucky’s moan vibrates through my pussy, ripping a wrecked moan from my throat.
“She likes that. Do it again,” Sterling says. “Slower. Make it last.”
Lucky moans. Obeys.
I’m at his mercy, both of them. My only option—the only option I want—is to fuck myself between Lucky’s mouth and Sterling’s cock. There’s no better place to be.
Slowly, I rock up to Lucky’s searching tongue, then back, until Sterling’s dick is so deep inside of me that I might burst. The stretch of him is gratifying, full enough for there to be a dull ache, but it fades the deeper he goes, the longer he’s inside of me.
Each push of my hips makes me hotter. Sweat beads along my nose, over my lip, under my breasts. It pools along my spine, between our bodies. It does nothing to cool my skin or ice the fire in my veins.
All I can do is hold on to Sterling, one hand gripping his forearm, where I’m locked against his chest, and the other tangled with his in Lucky’s hair. It’s a lifeline, a feedback loop through me to them and back again. All of us connected.
Just as we should be.
My thighs start to tremble, the muscles pulsing. Lucky sucks my clit into his mouth, not letting up, and my hips move on their own, fucking faster now, chasing my climax.
I pant with each breath, little ah, ah, ahs escaping me.
Yes. Fuck yes.
Sterling digs one heel into the mattress and starts to fuck into me. He slides his hand up to my throat, then my jaw, gripping, turning me into a fierce kiss that knocks our teeth together.
That’s all I need.
Fireworks burst across my body, leaving me a twitching mess between them. I hear nothing but my own cries, loud in the silence. Fuck, I hope no one in the main house is listening.
The shocks go on and on, reignited when I feel Sterling’s cock pulse within me as he comes.
Sterling pulls out, and Lucky is there, lapping up his cum from my sensitive skin while I shake. The slick sounds of him jacking himself off only make it hotter, and when he comes, it sets off a second round of electricity through me.
Panting, he drops his forehead to my thigh. Sweat covers every inch of me, and my chest rises and falls hard as I try to wrangle my breathing under control. It’s no use; I’m completely spent, a pool of melted wax between them, liquefied by pleasure.
I sigh into Sterling’s tender kisses along my jaw, whine a little when he rolls us onto our sides, never taking his hands off me. Lucky crawls up the bed and collapses. I use the last of my strength to pull him closer, tasting the combination of us on his tongue.
If I could come again, I would from that alone.
I want to explain everything they mean to me. How knowing them has changed me, how much I value Sterling’s inner strength and Lucky’s warmth and humor. That, sometimes, I can’t breathe because my heart overflows and I might drown in how much I love them.
“Fuck,” is all I get out.
Lucky makes a sound in agreement.
“We know, Mia,” Sterling says, his voice thick. “We feel it, too, and we’re not going anywhere.”
THE END
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