Chapter 80
“I think you should kiss and make up,” I say.
Lucky’s smile etches itself under my skin. He looks over at Sterling, whose expression I can’t see. Lucky sits beside him, not letting me step away, keeping me there. They’re touching each other but looking at me.
“How do you want me to kiss him?”
I look to Sterling for … permission? Approval? And he licks his lips. Flames lick up my spine.
Oh.
“Get in his lap. You should … use your tongue.”
The sight of Lucky following, listening to me, and moving into position makes my pulse race.
I could get used to this. Even hotter is the way Sterling’s hands immediately come up to meet him, sliding from knee to hips to waist, gripping the tight muscle underneath Lucky’s shirt. My knees go weak beneath me.
I fill the empty space Lucky has left, glad for the new perspective and the stability.
I’ve liquefied to nothing but a single point of focus, and they soak it up, putting on a show for me.
Lucky doesn’t waste time diving into Sterling’s mouth, each exhale released like a moan.
Sterling is no better, becoming a man possessed as soon as Lucky’s lips meet his.
“Rougher.”
They claw at each other, breathing loud in the silence, and my heart is racing.
I startle when I feel Sterling’s hand on my thigh.
They pull out of the kiss and pin me with their gaze.
Lucky reaches for me, and I fall into him.
His kisses are warm and comforting. He ducks to meet me, easing the strain on my neck, and I slide my hands under his shirt, stripping it off of him.
Goddamn. How dare he hide this body from the world! It’s a crime. One I plan on reporting just as soon as I investigate it—thoroughly and with both hands. Mouth too.
When Lucky drags his lips down my neck, I search for Sterling. He has all the power of a king observing his court, watching us with dark eyes and an intent so pointed that I feel myself getting wetter.
“Lucky, on your knees. I want to show Mia just how talented that mouth is.”
Lucky drops to the ground and licks his lips. “Gladly.”
I shudder as pleasure ripples through me. He looks incredible.
“Come here,” Sterling commands me, smoothing one hand down his thigh.
The apartment has become a pocket dimension. Safe from the outside world. Nothing matters except us three.
Sterling turns me around, pulling my back against his chest. Strong fingers slide through my hair, and I gasp as he grips and draws my head back, sucking a bruise on to my throat.
Fuck. I would happily die like this. Sterling brings his other hand between my thighs to grind his palm against my aching pussy, dragging a moan from me.
Lucky slides his hands under my skirt. My thighs clench in anticipation.
“Feels so fucking good, Mia.” He nips at my ear as I whine. “Shh, we’re going to make you feel good.”
His cock is hard, and I roll my hips. My skin is on fire, and he’s barely touching me.
Sterling drags his nose along my jaw, moving his hand out of the way when Lucky reaches under my dress and pulls my underwear off. It’s a slow, torturous drag along my skin, his eyes shining like he can tell what it’s doing to me.
“Have you thought about it?” Sterling asks. “Looked at that sinful mouth and thought about it sucking on your clit?” His words stoke the fire within me. “Hmm? Did you touch yourself and imagine it was his tongue tasting you?”
“Hold her up,” Lachlan says, and Sterling hooks his hands under my knees and pulls, until I’m curled into myself, opened wide to Lucky’s hungry gaze.
He grabs my ass with both hands, thumbs dipping into my pussy, spreading the wetness. I moan and try to push closer to his mouth, but Sterling’s grip keeps me in place.
“Fucking hell,” Lucky says, kissing my thighs. “Look at you. I could feast on you for weeks.”
“Then do it,” I gasp. I need his mouth on me. Anything.
Lucky leans in, licking a long stripe along my pussy. He slides his hands down my legs, under, fitting in between Sterling and me, massaging his cock as he sucks my clit between his lips.
Oh my God, yes.
Sterling grunts, his grip tightening. It stretches me wider. “Fuck. I didn’t tell you to do that.”
The points of Lucky’s teeth shine as he smiles. “Should I stop?”
“No. Take it out.”
Lachlan does one better, dragging Sterling’s pants off. The searing heat of his cock is sliding between my cheeks. We both groan.
Lucky drags his fingers down my pussy until he reaches Sterling’s bare skin, following the trail with his mouth. Sterling groans, low and deep, as soon as Lucky’s tongue reaches his cock.
“Fuck, Lachlan, your mouth,” he moans in my ear, and an answering moan comes from below us.
Lucky sits back on his feet, pleased as anything. He continues to pump Sterling, his fingers brushing my skin.
I twist in Sterling’s lap to kiss him. He bucks under me, groans into my mouth. I need him inside of me—now. We break apart, and I surge forward, falling into Lucky’s lap and sending him onto the floor. He catches me, and I kiss my way down his chest, scrambling to get his jeans open.
“Easy, love.”
“No,” I say, pulling at his waistband until his cock—thick, red, glistening—is freed. “I will not go easy. Now, be good and let me suck your cock.”
Without waiting for an answer, I drop my head and take him as deep as I can.
“Fuck.” Lucky drags the word out, deep and low. His head drops back with a thud.
If I could, I’d smile. Instead, I lift up and swirl my tongue around the head, letting saliva drip from my lips, coating his cock all the way to his balls.
“Yeah,” he grunts. “That’s it. Fuck, you’re good. Keep going.”
Someone threads their fingers in my hair, pulling it away from my face, gripping it tight. “Don’t you dare stop, Mia.”
And, oh fuck, it’s Sterling. I moan loudly, mouth full, taking Lucky so deep in my throat that the muscles start to convulse around him.
“Ah fuck, Mia, I’m going to come.”
Good. I want to take it all.
Except Sterling’s fist pulls me up, lifting me off Lucky’s cock, which twitches and bobs in front of my face. He’s soaked.
“Goddamn, Mac, you’re cruel.”
Sterling’s low chuckle only makes me wetter. “Don’t worry; I’ll let her get back to it soon. But I need to fuck this pretty pussy before it starts to feel neglected.”
He’s already pressing two long fingers into me. I arch my back, my neck pulled back by his grip in my hair.
Bare skin hits mine—he’s ditched his shirt—and he catches my earlobe between his teeth, adding a third finger and thrusting them faster. “You looked incredible, Mia, these beautiful lips stretched all the way around his cock. So hungry for it, aren’t you?”
I moan, pushing back on his fingers.
“You are. Fuck. You couldn’t wait to get him in your mouth. Are you going to swallow all of his cum while I fuck you?”
“Yes.”
I whine when he pulls out his fingers and rubs his cock across my pussy. I need him to stop teasing me and fuck me already.
“On your knees, Lucky. We’re going to give our girl what she needs.”
Fuck.
Lucky sits up and moves to his knees in front of me so I’m on all fours between them. Sterling releases my hair to wrap his big fucking hands around my hips, and I love the feeling of his fingers digging into the soft parts of my waist, holding me in place as he enters me in one hard thrust.
This is it. I’ve found nirvana. Call off the search.
Lucky holds the base of his cock tightly, stemming the blood flow. I stick my tongue out and look up, my chest heaving, and he squeezes himself tighter. Oh, he’s not going to last long at all.
He curses and feeds me his cock. Each time Sterling fucks into me, it pushes Lucky deeper down my throat. All I can do is breathe and take it, my moans lost around Lucky’s dick.
It’s so good. I’m full, everywhere, sweat pooling along my spine.
“I’m close,” Lucky says, and I start to swallow around him, making him groan. “Ah fuck, Mac, kiss me.”
They shift above me. I want to look up, see the pitch-black of Lucky’s eyes as they darken, but it’s impossible at this angle. Instead, I feel how his cock pulses, filling my mouth as he comes. I swallow it all.
My own orgasm hits me out of fucking nowhere, rocketing through me, my pussy clenching hard around Sterling, who growls so deep that I can feel the vibrations in my bones.
His hips stutter, and then he slams in hard once, twice more as he comes.
I collapse to the floor the second they both pull out. They drop down beside me, sweat-slick and panting.
“Once my brain stops leaking out of my ears, we’re going for another round,” Lucky rasps.
I have just enough strength to throw my leg over his, kiss the closest part of him to me—his biceps. “I like the sound of that.”
Sterling trails his fingers along my back, kisses my spine. “Good, because we’re not nearly done with you yet.”
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I’ve always wanted to visit Paris.
no! it’s over? okay, I’ll go to the epilogue (go to 90)
go back (go to 77)