Chapter 87
The tension is thick as I follow them into the office. I can still feel where Lucky trailed his fingers down my sides and the pressure of his thigh between my legs.
Now Sterling is looking at both of us like we’re a feast he’s ready to devour, and I’m more than willing.
Lucky’s voice drips with the same fire that’s burning through me. “So, Mac, how can we help you? Or did you come to talk about the weather?”
I know what I’m expecting when we walk in, but it still takes me by surprise when Lucky closes the door and Sterling is on him, pressing him into the wood and kissing him hard enough that I hear their teeth click together over the bar’s music.
“You know what I want.”
“Yeah, I do.”
They trade kisses like blows, grabbing at each other’s clothes, and fuck if it’s not the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Lucky grabs Sterling’s wrist, holding it up to stare at the tattoo there—a four-leaf clover. “When?”
The back of Lucky’s neck goes white under Sterling’s grip. “The year after I left. I had to. I needed a way to keep you with me.”
“Fuck, Mac.” Lucky surges forward, their mouths meeting with force.
Sterling catches me watching while his tongue is still in Lucky’s mouth, his eyes so dark that they’re almost all black, and Lachlan moans loudly. There’s no hesitation as he grips Lucky’s hair and pulls his head back for a kiss that is deep and filthy and immediately sets my skin aflame.
Fuck.
Sterling pulls back, his gaze never leaving mine as he stands tall and licks his lips. “Mia.”
That’s it. Just my name, rough, and my heart is pounding.
I move, called to him like a magnet.
I’m expecting the same treatment, the same hard, insistent pressure charging at me, and I want it; I’m ready.
Instead, he goes slow. Brushes my lips with his so lightly that I might be imagining it. I need more. With his hands cupping my cheeks, Sterling keeps me still and pulls back. I ache to follow him and lean forward, testing how far he’ll let me push.
“Wait,” he says, holding me in place.
His breath ghosts my cheek, and I feel his lips just out of reach, but he doesn’t move.
Why won’t he kiss me already?
“Be patient, Mia.”
A soft sound escapes my throat, but I stay still.
Slow enough that I can count the beats of my heart under each breath, Sterling presses closer, kissing my top lip, then my lower, the pressure dizzyingly gentle. I fist my hands at my sides, silently urging him for more.
He doesn’t obey.
No, he knows how much I want him, and he’s making me wait for it.
Anticipation stretches out, to the point of breaking; I’m shaking with the need to get his mouth on me. Just when I can’t take it anymore, when I’m gearing up to stop following orders and fucking move, he finally kisses me.
His mouth is perfect, soft, insistent, and—oh God, his tongue. Eager. Demanding. I already want to do it again, and we haven’t even stopped yet.
“I want …”
He drags his lips along my cheek. “What do you want? Tell me.”
Both of them. Everything.
“I want to watch,” I whisper.
Sterling follows my gaze to Lucky and reaches up to gather his hair in his hand. “Is this what you want?” He dives back in, kissing him roughly, and Lucky groans into it.
Yes.
Sterling nips at his ear. “She likes those sounds you’re making.”
“I can see that,” Lucky says, his head tipped back from the grip Sterling has on his hair.
“Let’s show her what you’re really good at.”
“Fuck yes,” he answers, his voice ragged, then groans when Sterling bites a mark on his neck.
“On your knees,” he commands, already pushing Lachlan to the ground, never loosening his tight hold.
Lucky drops. The muscles in his neck strain as his head is tipped back, his eyes dark and hungry. He licks his lips.
“Good. Now open that gorgeous mouth for me,” Sterling growls, and the answering moan rumbles through my bones.
Fuck, all my dreams will look like this.
There’s no teasing, no preamble, just Lucky pulling Sterling’s cock free from his pants and leaning in. He doesn’t stop until he’s taken it all.
“Fuck, Lucky, just like that,” Sterling moans. “You’re as perfect as I remember.”
Lucky pulls back until just the thick red tip is sitting on his tongue. “Missed this taste, love.” He laps at the head, teasing it before sinking back down.
Sterling’s grip is tight in his hair. “Ten years, I’ve been dreaming of these lips.” He holds Lucky still as he thrusts into the heat of his mouth.
With his free hand, Sterling pulls me back in, kissing me. “Is this what you wanted?”
I nod.
“Yeah?” Sterling nips at my ear, and it goes straight to my clit. “I bet you’re dripping. You like watching me fuck his face, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
“I know.” Sterling licks deep into my mouth as he pumps his hips. “He likes it too. Don’t you, Lucky?”
Lucky moans.
When I look down, I see how right Sterling was—Lucky is beautiful like this.
His lips stretch around Sterling’s long, hard cock, slick with saliva and pre-cum.
Tears coat Lucky’s lashes. And the sounds he’s making …
my God. Moaning like he’s getting paid to.
Choking a little every time Sterling hits the back of his throat and then taking him deeper.
Sparks fly through me when Lucky curls his hand around my ankle, each stroke of his fingers going straight to my pussy.
I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet.
Sterling swears again, then drags me into a filthy kiss. “Show us how much you’re enjoying this, Mia. Touch yourself for me.”
I do as told, pulling my skirt up and snaking my fingers under my soaked underwear to rub at my throbbing clit. Oh my God.
“That’s it.” Sterling sucks on my bottom lip. “Fuck, I’m gonna—”
He grunts when he comes, kissing me so hard that I almost come too.
Lucky blinks up at us as he wipes his mouth, his eyes blown wide. His cock is straining his pants, mouthwateringly hard.
Sterling drops his hands to dress himself. “Get back up here, Lucky.”
Lucky wipes his mouth and stands, pressing a brutal kiss to Sterling’s lips. There’s a scramble at his belt, and Sterling is pulling him out, pulling him in tight, fast strokes.
“Mia, give me your hand.”
Oh, yes, please. It almost kills me to stop touching myself, but I do, and it’s worth it when Sterling captures my wrist and sucks my fingers into his mouth, licking me clean before wrapping my hand around Lucky’s dick.
It’s rock hard and scorchingly hot. Lucky surges down to kiss me as I stroke him, and Sterling swears under his breath as he kisses my neck.
“That’s it—nice and tight, Mia. Let him fuck your fist.” As he talks, Sterling slides his hand up under my skirt, and I widen my legs to help him out. I need his hands on me. “Is this where you need me?” he asks, teasing the seam of my pussy through my underwear.
“Yes,” I breathe. “Please.”
He slides his fingers in, and then there’s a second set.
Lucky is kissing me again, groaning as he bucks into my hand, pre-cum spilling out readily now, coating my palm, slicking the way.
I know how he feels, and the filthy slide of their fingers inside me, circling my clit, has me on the verge of coming already.
Sterling must sense it because he’s pumping his fingers in faster now, the wet sound of each thrust loud in my ears. “Fuck,” he growls, “listen to you.”
It’s hot, but it’s Lucky who has my attention. Oh God, the noises he makes, groans and moans when he likes something, and it just makes me want more.
“Are you going to come for her, Lucky? She’s waiting for it. She wants you to.”
I do.
Lucky grunts when he comes, and his cock is still pulsing in my hand when Sterling bites my neck and slips another finger into my pussy.
“Now you, Mia.”
It pulses through me in great, rolling waves, and all I can do is grab on to both of them and hold on as I ride it out, my whole body throbbing like a fresh bruise, filled with a gorgeous satisfaction and an ache for more.
Fuck, we need to do that again. Immediately.
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Do you think they need a fourth? Asking for a friend.
cool down. let them have a happily ever after (go to 86)
go back (go to 14)