Page 13 of Lucky Break
“Why should men be the only ones to enjoy practical underpants?” I tease, pressing a soft kiss to each hip.
“Exactly!”
Tess wears men’s underwear. This little quirk only endears her to me more. I love that she does everything on her own terms. That she doesn’t give a fuck what anyone thinks. Or at least, most people.
Sitting back on my heels, I hook my fingers under the waistband of her underwear and slide them all the way off her legs along with the sweatpants. The scent of her arousal as she spreads her thighs for me is a heady combination. Damn.
This feels like another gift. Made better because I never saw it coming. It’s the last coherent thought that races through my brain before I lower my body. I push away the worry that this will somehow ruin the friendship I share with Tess. Because right now, I can’t imagine doing anything else. We can work out what exactly we are to each other later. But for now, I’m going to make her come.
Holding her legs steady, I drag a lazy finger around and over her clit. I kiss everywhere but her pussy. Her hips. Near her mound of short curls. The inside of her thighs. I’m teasing. Building anticipation. Testing to see what she responds to most. She’s already wet, and my mouth salivates. Need overwhelms me.
“Please.” Her hips buck, trying to close the space between my mouth and her center.
Fuck it. I can’t hold out any longer. My mouth is open and my tongue eager for the first taste.
“Yes,” she murmurs, her hips rocking as I eat her out. “Fuck. Yes.” Her soft moans of pleasure are as filthy and sweet as her cunt. I’m instantly addicted to both. I get lost in the act. My mind full of desire as I continue working her over with my mouth and fingers. I love that she doesn’t hold back. That she grinds shamelessly against my face to chase her climax.
Her thighs squeeze my head and her groans grow louder. She’s close, but not quite there.
My fingers move to her clit, increasing both pressure and speed. “God, you’re so sexy.”
“Fuck! There. Right there.” Her legs begin to shake. “Don’t stop. I’m so close.”
I won’t stop. I’ll do whatever she asks to send her over the edge.
It doesn’t take long before her entire body is shuddering. Her orgasm hits, and I slow my ministrations, drawing out the waves of her pleasure. My dick is rock hard, painfully aching to be released from the confines of my jeans. But as much as I want to bury myself inside her and find release, I’m more concerned with making sure she feels cared for and prioritized.
“Oh. Wow.” She heaves out a breath. “That was good.”
I beam with pride, moving up her body to kiss her. “I love watching you come.”
Her eyes twinkle with delight. “That’s good, because you promised me lots of sex.”
“I did, didn’t I?” I rock my hips slowly.
“You did.” She stretches out underneath my body, a satisfied smile playing at her lips.
She must be exhausted. She was on her feet working all night. “Unless you’re tired?”
“Not too tired for this.” Her fingers skim down my body, stopping at the waistband of my jeans. “Take these off and fuck me already.”
“So fucking bossy,” I grumble, but I love her assertiveness. I sit back and work quickly to shuck my jeans and underwear.
Tess grabs one of the condoms and rips open the foil packet. She takes my erection in her hand, sliding her fist up and down the length a few times, then she rolls on the condom. I’m impressed at her technique. I try not to think about how many dicks she’s touched to perfect it—or why it even bothers me. We’re both adults. We’ve been with other people before tonight. Hell, we’re not even together. I shouldn’t care about her sexual past.
“Is this okay?” Her voice snaps me out of my spiraling thoughts.
“Yeah.”
“You look like you went somewhere else for a minute there.” Her words are tender and full of concern.
I’m not about to admit aloud where my mind was. “I’m back. Promise.”
“Good.” Her smile is wicked as she straddles my lap and pushes me back against the sofa. “Because I want to fuck you now.”
Yes, please. Tess places one hand on my shoulder while the other holds my cock in place. Then she lowers herself. We both groan. She starts riding me and my hands go to her ass. Her back arches and her glorious tits bounce in front of my face. I greedily lap at one nipple, sucking and nipping at the sensitive flesh. Her legs spread wider. Her hips rock harder. The furniture groans under the weight of our movement.
She feels good. Too good. And I realize I’m not going to last very long. “Slow.” I dig my fingers into her hips, attempting to cut off the building pleasure. “We have all night.”
