Page 47 of How to Get Lucky
“Now that’s incredible,” I murmur, as she pumps up the length of my shaft, stopping to thumb the pre-come off the tip. She brings it to her lips, her eyes going hazy as she licks off the taste of me.
I heat up as I get to know London’s deliciously dirty side, fire sparking across every inch of my body.
Her hand smooths down my dick until she’s cupping my balls, driving me crazy with her teasing touch.
I let out a low growl that sounds like a warning. I’m dying for her to take me in her mouth, but London has other plans—plans to make me beg, it seems.
Her mouth travels the length of my shaft as her eyes stay locked on mine.
“Your mouth is amazing,” I grind out as her tongue reaches the tip and she swallows the head of my dick in one decadent motion.
A motion that sends lightning racing up my spine.
She takes her time, exploring my dick with her lips. And I’m all too happy for her to get to know my favorite body part.
As she sucks the head, her tongue laves my dick in an intoxicating swirl.
I’m not above pleading.
Hell, just now I’d beg, borrow, and steal for her to swallow me whole. When I groan so loudly that I wonder if the engineer who left long ago can hear, she takes mercy and, at last, at long fucking fast, goes deeper, moaning around me.
Her murmurs, those sexy, dirty sounds, shoot pinpricks of pleasure through my body.
I lay my head back against the cushions, savoring her magnificent touch. “Your mouth . . . so good,” I croak before my mind can no longer form any thoughts, overcome by the buzz of pleasure, by the promise of blissful torment.
She sets a languid rhythm, taking her time, traveling the length of my cock, her lips and hand moving together. On the next stroke, her mouth relaxes, and she takes more.
Her hand travels lower, massaging my balls, as her lips draw me impossibly deeper in her throat. That sensation of her mouth full of me has my thighs crackling with energy, my head swimming with desire. She is intoxicating, and I’m high on her and ready to explode.
“Gonna come,” I grunt. She sucks harder, squeezes my balls just a little tighter, and lets out one more delicious moan.
My cock pulses inside her mouth, the first wave of euphoria crashing into me. As my hips thrust, my orgasm overtakes me, and a series of pulsing spasms shoots the length of my body. The release gives way to a floating sensation as I glide on a cloud of pleasure.
She slows her movements and swallows in flawless rhythm with my body.
We spend a few moments suspended in this blissed-out state. As I come down from my high, she lets go of me with one final mind-blowing lick.
Our eyes lock.
“Un. Fucking. Real,” I mutter, trying to catch my breath.
“Mmm. I’m glad you liked.”
“Oh, I liked. I fucking loved. Jesus, that was . . .” And I finish the thought by sighing happily.
She rocks back on the floor, but I grab her arm gently and pull her up to me, making room for her to nestle into my chest on the couch. She rests her head against me as I wrap an arm around her and kiss her hair.
“That’s got to be the best work meeting I’ve ever been a part of,” I offer, as real-world thoughts return to my mind—most of them working out ways to reconcile the sex we want to have with the relationship we need to avoid.
26
Sure, I have theories. About fate, about luck, about great sex.
But never once did I speculate that an excellent sexual encounter would sate me.
Not once did I dream of thinking, That’ll be enough.
But what I didn’t anticipate was how, despite feeling so satisfied, I could want her so insanely much again.
Like, immediately.
Maybe, say, right now.
Well, okay, after I recover. But that’s simply a matter of time, not will.
I hope, though, that she wants all the same things I do.
More connection, more closeness, more of this night that feels like an escape. That feels like it exists out of the calendar, out of time.
After I pull up my boxer briefs and zip my jeans, I run a hand along her hair. “What the hell are we going to do next?”
It’s as much a rhetorical question as a practical one.
She tap-dances her fingers down my chest. “I have some ideas.”
I wiggle my brow. “I bet your ideas would like my ideas.”
“Do your ideas involve both of us getting naked?”
I groan. My dick is going to be showing off for her again. Soon. “Yes, they do. But the big question is, can we really do this?”
Her expression goes serious too. “I don’t want the night to end. I heard what you said earlier. I get it. This is what it is. But I like this too much to put any brakes on.”
