5. Lucky
Lucky
“Next time.” Lucky repeated, pressing his palm against Antonio’s shoulder.
To his immense pleasure, the alpha went willingly onto his back.
Large hands settled on his hips. Lucky straddled Antonio, staring down into honey brown eyes that looked almost black with hunger. “But this time isn’t done yet.”
He rocked his hips, grinding against Antonio’s hard length. The man’s long lashes fluttered, his cock twitching beneath his ass. Some alphas took offense at being put in such a position, but Lucky was certain Antonio held no such feeling, especially as he stared up with such open want.
“I’m at your mercy then, carino.” And he really was, to Lucky’s delight.
Lucky leaned down to kiss Antonio. He nipped his bottom lip, soothing the sting as he pulled back. “I like this view a lot.”
Antonio was an extremely attractive alpha.
Lucky ran his hands over soft muscle, sinking his fingers into Antonio’s chest and rubbing his thumbs over brown nipples to draw another hiss from the man between his thighs.
The power certainly went to his head. As the rush of orgasm settled, leaving behind a pleasant warmth still simmering in his stomach, Lucky couldn’t help wanting to tease and torment.
He rocked his hips, grinding onto Antonio’s cock. Every movement dragged sounds and made the fingers on his hips flex. Antonio didn’t try to flip them, he didn’t try to make Lucky do anything at all, just watched with burning need to see how Lucky would touch him next.
“Do you want to be inside, Antonio?” Lucky dragged his nails down the alpha’s sternum.
“Desperately.” Antonio growled, thumbs digging bruises in the hollow of his hips. “But your sweet torture is its own delight.”
A rush of breath left him, amusement curling his lips. “You’ve been so sweet to me, how could I possibly torture you?”
Lucky reached back with one hand to grab Antonio’s cock.
He braced with a hand on the man’s broad chest and raised his hips.
Fingers dimpled the plush flesh of his ass.
The tip pressed against his soft, slick hole.
Anticipation curled in his stomach. Hot and bright, a deep wanting that wouldn’t be denied.
Slowly, slowly, he sank down on Antonio’s thick cock. “Breathe…” He whispered to the man holding himself so tight he trembled under Lucky’s fingers.
Antonio sucked in a breath as ordered, brow furrowed and lips parted enticingly. His heart raced beneath Lucky’s palm. A choked sound, a strangled moan, spilled forth as Lucky took more until they were pressed flush together once more.
“You’re a lot to handle…” Lucky tipped his head back, grinding down to get used to the size of him. Thick and long, Antonio stretched him just right. His toes curled.
“Please…” Antonio’s plea caused a rush of heat to pool in his belly.
Lucky’s head snapped forward, taking in the absolutely wrecked expression on the alpha's face. Antonio’s cheeks were flushed with desperation. Lucky swallowed thickly, tongue heavy in his mouth. “Since you begged so sweetly…” He whispered.
He raised up until only the tip stretched him open, then slowly took him back in with a pleased moan.
Nails bit into Antonio’s skin. Every bounce went a little faster with little shifts of his hips until he found an angle and pace that made sparks of pleasure light up his veins.
He dragged pleas and praise from Antonio who grabbed at his hips and squeezed his thighs and swept large hands up his ribs.
“Perfecto, beautiful, Lucky, please, Lucky—” Antonio chanted his name like a prayer.
Lucky wanted to kiss him. He wanted to drink the sounds from Antonio’s lips and taste his pleasure… The slap of skin, their endless moans, and the creak of the bed became the music of their night.
Somewhere between Antonio teasing his nipples to drag a whine from him and grinding his hips down to feel just how deep the man was inside him, the alpha’s knot began to swell.
“Please, fuck, want your knot, Antonio, want to feel you spill inside…” He couldn’t force it in himself. The need was violent, cascading heat through his body.
“Anything, anything you want…” Antonio’s hands moved back to his waist but this time they didn’t simply squeeze. Lucky could feel how Antonio’s muscles tensed beneath his hands. The man pulled him down and eased him back up, helping Lucky fuck himself on his swelling knot.
It stretched his rim perfectly. Lucky’s head tipped back, eyes closed as he let Antonio work the pace. “Yes, yes, right there, fuck…”
It was his turn to whimper Antonio’s name.
Antonio dragged him down until the man’s fingers flexed and a growl was ripped from his chest. Lucky cried out loudly with his head thrown back.
Antonio’s knot swelled fully, stretching him until Lucky swore he was going to break.
He ground down, hips swiveling when that first flood of heat hit him.
White hot pleasure ripped through him. Lucky spilled onto Antonio’s stomach, sobbing as he came.
Lucky collapsed onto Antonio’s chest. He breathed heavily, taking in the alpha’s scent with every inhale. Magnolias and orange peels… Comforting and sweet. An ocean breeze drifted through the open window, cooling the sweat on his skin.
Antonio trailed fingers up his spine, soothing as their hearts slowed. He could still feel the steadily pulsing warmth spreading through his belly. Lucky smiled as a kiss was pressed to the damp curls atop his head. “That was…”
“Amazing.” Antonio finished.
Lucky turned his head to press a kiss to Antonio’s chest. “I don’t want to move.”
“Don’t.” An arm was looped over his waist to hold him close. “Stay.”
Any teasing words Lucky had vanished in a yawn. It was a long day, the alcohol and the orgasms were catching up on him. “Alright… just cause you asked so nicely.”
No coaxing was necessary. Lucky didn’t even bother worrying about when Antonio’s knot would release. He just relaxed and allowed the soothing warmth to lull him to sleep.
Morning was soft. It fluttered in with birdsong and sunlight mellowed by sheer curtains.
Lucky stretched and groaned and buried his head beneath the soft sheets.
There was no muddled surprise, no confusion about where he was.
His body ached deliciously. Antonio’s warm scent surrounded him, sweet and comforting as he melted into the mattress.
Last night, he hardly cared to look around the room when Antonio was shirtless in front of him. Now, as he sat up, he took in the alpha’s space. There was a lot you could learn about someone from how they kept their bedroom.
Antonio’s room was in sandy neutral shades.
The walls were a soft cream color, and the ceiling was painted a muted sage.
Frothy sheer curtains floated on a breeze that rolled in off the sea.
Only now did he notice one entire wall opened onto a balcony overlooking the island and ocean beyond, glass doors slightly ajar and the windows beside them cracked.
A dresser with a large mirror stood facing the bed. He really wished he had noticed that the night before, but he filed it away for next time.
Next time.
Lucky pressed his hands to his cheeks with a wide smile. Next time indeed…
Slipping from the bed, he laughed softly as he found his clothes neatly folded on a bench tucked at the foot of the bed.
He bypassed them to open a few drawers until he found a t-shirt worth stealing.
He slipped that and his underwear on, flushing as he realized Antonio must have cleaned them up while he’d been passed out. His skin was free of slick or spend.
The ensuite bathroom was a jaw dropping luxury. A full tub separate from a gorgeous shower, a floor made of stone and walls with a tawny marble. The mirror was lit from behind and the sink was built into the counter.
“Rich boy…” He murmured, running his fingers along the golden fixtures.
Lucky rinsed his face and helped himself to Antonio’s mouthwash. Satisfied he looked at least somewhat put together; he left the bedroom to follow the alluring scent of pancakes that was slowly permeating the upstairs. In the light of day, Lucky was genuinely shocked at the size of the house.
He padded barefoot down the stairs. At the bottom, he paused, listening, until he heard the familiar sound of sizzling butter. The kitchen was through an elegant archway.
Antonio stood in front of a stove, wearing nothing but boxers and an apron, while flipping what smelled like blueberry pancakes with ease.
Lucky stared at Antonio’s back as he moved.
The way the muscles rippled beneath his skin, rolling and flexing as he reached for something made Lucky’s mouth water.
He looked soft in the morning light. Antonio’s hair was messy, sticking up at odd angles and there was a shadow of stubble on his cheeks.
He was certain his heart skipped a few beats when the man began to hum a soft tune.
“Morning…” He whispered, announcing his presence. Antonio’s shoulders tensed before he turned his head, a wide smile creasing his face.
“Morning to you, hermoso.” If Antonio kept calling him so sweetly, Lucky wasn’t sure what he would do…
Closing the distance between them, Lucky wrapped his arms around Antonio’s waist from behind. He pressed a kiss to Antonio’s spine. “Mm if those are really blueberry pancakes I’m smelling; this might be the best morning after I’ve ever had.”
“Oh? Then I’m pleased to not disappoint.” Antonio moved the pancake he was working on to a plate already stacked with four. “Come around here…”
Lucky peered under Antonio’s arm, squeezing him tightly before relinquishing his hold. He moved as requested, laughing when Antonio set the spatula aside to lift him by the waist. Antonio placed him on the counter beside the stove.
“Are you going to let me have a taste or do I have to beg?” Lucky swung his legs back and forth.
“I love hearing you beg, but not for food.” Antonio ripped off a piece of warm, fluffy pancake and held it to Lucky’s lips.
Taking the pancake into his mouth, Lucky flicked his tongue against Antonio’s fingers as he pulled away with a pleased moan. “Delicioso.” He liked the way Antonio’s eyes darkened, “Do you cook often?” He looked so comfortable in the kitchen.
Antonio nodded, “I enjoy it. Though I admit I’m more of a meal prep on my days off and then heat it up during the week type. Work makes it hard to cook every day.”
“Speaking of, do you have to go in soon?” He looped his arms around Antonio’s shoulders. He accepted another piece of pancake when it was offered. Lucky pressed a light kiss to Antonio’s lips, smiling as the man squeezed his hip.
“In…” Antonio tilted his head to peer at a digital clock on the stove. “Two hours.”
Lucky teased his fingers into the hair at the base of Antonio’s skull. “Then… Why don’t we make quick work of these pancakes and take a nice, relaxing shower. Together.”
“You are temptation incarnate.” Antonio groaned. Lucky laughed and ripped off a piece of pancake for Antonio to eat.
They didn’t make it to the shower.