Page 44 of The Lucky List
I nod my head rapidly against his chest. “I want that.”
He stands and reaches for a towel. I do my best to shield myself as I stand from the bubbles and wrap the towel around me, while he helps me out of the tub.
“You have another one of these?” He tugs on the end of the towel.
I’ve lived alone for so long that I’m used to just having one towel on the rack, and I hurry over to the linen closet to grab another one. Fuck my luck. Where are all the clean towels? I dig through, finally finding a kid’s towel. It has a hood with Daniel Tiger’s face and is comically small compared to his big body. “Here.”
He chuckles and then dries off quickly, hanging the towel on the rack and tugging me into my bedroom. I clutch my towel against my chest, suddenly nervous that I don’t have the bubbles for camouflage.
I walk over to my dresser and grab a T-shirt, slipping it on over the towel before letting it drop to the floor.
If he’s disappointed in my attire, he doesn’t show it as he comes up behind me and drags his hands along my outer thighs and up to my hips, dipping just slightly under my shirt.
He places kisses along my collarbone as goosebumps spread across my skin under his touch. “Do you have a condom?” I rasp.
“Aye. Get on the bed.” He bends down to grab my towel and pops me on the ass with it before disappearing into the bathroom. When he emerges, he has a condom tucked betweentwo fingers, and I marvel at the way he deftly rips it open with his teeth and rolls it on.
I shimmy up the bed, tugging at the bottom of my shirt to make sure it doesn’t roll up too much.
The bed dips under his weight as he climbs over and settles between my thighs. I gasp when he bends down and places his head between my legs. The first caress of his tongue feels divine. The second has me panting. And when he pushes two fingers into my pussy, pulling my clit into his mouth at the same time, I can’t stop the moan that escapes me.
“I knew I could make you scream for me,” he says between flicks of his tongue. I grip his head to keep him in place as that familiar tingle starts to build.
Just as I’m about to crest over that waterfall and plunge into the depths of pleasure, he pulls back, his face glistening with my arousal. “The next time you come, it will be on my cock. Is that clear?”
“Then hurry up and fuck me.”
Did I really just say that? What the hell has gotten into me?
Mike sits up as he grips the base of his cock in one hand. The firefighter in his tattoo dances as his forearm flexes with his movements. He teases my opening with his tip. Just when I think I can’t stand it anymore, he pushes in and I gasp at the sensation, the fullness.
Holy shit, he’s big.
“It’ll fit,” he says, reading my mind.
I grab his arms, desperate to touch his tattoo, needing to ground myself as I claw my nails into his skin while he slowly moves his hips in and out. It feels unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, not just his size, but the additional sensations his piercings add as they rub against my inner walls.
“So fucking tight, a chroí. You're squeezing me so feckin’ tight. So good.” He looks down at me with such longing, keeping his pace slow and tender like he’s making love to me.I panic, desperate to break the gravity of the moment and remind him what this arrangement is.
“Don’t go easy on me. I’m not as breakable as you think I am.”
“Never thought you were, love.”
“If you want to fuck me again, you’re going to have to give me more than that.”
Something flashes in his eyes, a kind of desperation, and I know in that moment that I’ve fucked up. This man is going to ruin me for all other men.
“I’m not capable of holding anything back when it comes to ya. All you have to do is ask for something and it’s yours.”
He grabs my thighs and pulls me flush with him, holding me in place as my legs rest on his forearms. The new angle has my ass in the air, and I feel every barbell as he pistons in and out.
I reach back, bracing my hands on the headboard as he fucks me relentlessly. When his eyes move to the hem of my shirt, I look down and notice it’s ridden up, exposing the roll under my belly button. Nervously, I watch as it jiggles with every movement he makes.
He notices my attention shift and pauses his hips, forcing me to look at him. “So feckin’ perfect,” he growls. “Every inch of ya.” He resumes fucking me with more force. “Every”—thrust—“fucking”—thrust—“inch”—thrust—“of”—thrust—“ya.”
My eyes roll back in my head as I get lost in every inch of him. Sex has never felt this good before. It’s the piercings. That’s all it is. Or his thick veiny cock. That’s it. It could be the way he makes me feel too. Nope. Just focus on the dick. Not the feelings he’s evoking. This is just sex.
Mike pulls out of me, flipping me over on the bed as he grabs my hips and pulls my ass in the air. The move takes me by surprise at how easily he’s able to manhandle me. I shouldpush up on my arms and work with him, but I lie there boneless, ass up. He slides his hands into the crease where my hip roll meets the meat of my thigh, holding me in place as he fucks me like he hates me, but his words are anything but.
