The Perfect Stroke (Lucas Brothers Book 1)
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“You’re probably going to have to dig glass out of my ass first, sweet lips.”
I look around at his behind and wince when I see one particularly big shard sticking through the jeans.
Yikes.
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Gray
“Ow! Damn it, woman, leave some of my ass back there, will you?”
“Oh, good Lord, you’re acting like a little girl. There’s no way that could hurt.”
“Easy for you to say. It’s not your ass all bleeding and cut open. I may need a blood transfusion,” I exaggerate, hiding my grin as I bury my head in my hand so she can’t see. We’re lying on the bed and, even if all CC is doing is bandaging up my ass, I’m completely naked and she’s in a t-shirt (mine, by the way; she’s totally wearing my shirt to sleep in while I’m gone, and I call that a fucking win) and I’m happier right now than I have been since she left.
“Oh my God, men are such babies,” she says as she slaps a Band-Aid on my butt. “There. You’re finished, whiny boy.”
I roll over and pull her down against my chest. For a minute, I can do nothing but stare at her. It’s been weeks since I’ve seen her, but I must have forgotten just how beautiful she is. Right now as I’m staring at her laughing face, her eyes glowing, her cheeks red, her lips moist and plump and begging for attention, the curve of her neck, the gentle sway her breasts make with each breath, I’m completely and utterly hypnotized by her. I’m owned by her. The man I was before I met her seems like a different person. I never want anyone in my life but this woman. I want her when I’m old. I want babies with her. I want to fight with her and, fuck, I really, really want to make it up with her. I want her face to be the last thing I see before I go to sleep and the first thing I see when I wake up. I’m dying to tell her that, but I hold back, still unsure of her. In a lot of ways, CC is like a frightened doe, ready to take off and run at the first approach. Keeping that in mind, I give her the only words I feel like I can right now. They’re thick with unspoken emotion; I can’t help that.
“I’ve missed the fuck out of you, Cooper.”
Her eyes dilate and she licks her lips nervously. Just the simple move of her tongue sliding against her lips to moisten them makes my cock push against her leg, begging for attention.
“I’ve missed you too, Gray. Very much,” she says quietly, and just like that, I feel like I have the world at my feet.
“Show me,” I dare her, and I stare at her lips as I wait to see what her next move will be.
“Show you?” Her hand comes up so that her thumb moves back and forth on my bottom lip. I suck it in, letting my tongue graze over it, kissing it gently before releasing.
“I’m tired. It was a long flight.”
“Poor baby.”
“Yeah. I’m too tired for anything, but I want it.”
“You want… it?” she asks, and I hear the laughter thick in her voice now.
“Oh yeah. I definitely want it.”
“I see. So what do you suppose we should do? I mean, maybe you should nap before you get it.”
“I could. But I like my plan better.”
“And what is your plan, dare I ask?”
“I’m just gonna lay here and let you have your wicked way with me.”
“Is that right?”
“Yep. That’s it.”
“That sounds kind of boring for… me.”
“I have confidence in you. I think you’ll make sure you get yours, too.”
“How do you suppose I should start?” she asks, and I know she’s trying to sound deadly serious, but the slight laugh in her voice gives her away.
“Surprise me,” I tell her, then I lay completely back on the bed and see what she does next.
It’s fucking good to be home.
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CC
I study him for a minute. The smile on his face, the almost child-like happiness that oozes from him… and it feels good. It feels really good. Almost as if I’m the reason for it. For that reason alone, I feel another piece of my defenses completely fade away. I touch my lips to his, bringing them together gently, slowly. He tastes minty and warm with a touch of spice that I can only describe as Gray. It’s a taste that I know I won’t forget until the day I die. Gray takes my kiss and, though he drinks from my lips, he doesn’t offer his tongue or take it deeper. When I pull back, he’s smiling at me. If it wasn’t for the way his breath and heart rate have noticeably picked up, I wouldn’t be sure I affect him the way he does me. But the evidence is right there, and that gives me courage to touch his lips again, letting the tip of my tongue run along the outside of them. I push a little harder and my tongue slips inside. I immediately search his mouth for a deeper taste, for something to satisfy the need inside of me that is already raging with little more than a kiss.
I find his tongue and caress it with mine, slowly at first, but as more of his taste hits me, I lose myself in it and whimper as our tongues begin dancing. Gradually, our kiss becomes more heated. Less about remembering and savoring and more about need. We break apart and I take oxygen into my lungs, but my eyes are glued to his. I can’t tear them away even when I slide further down his body so that my lips can find his nipple. I capture it gently between my teeth, rolling it carefully. His hand comes up and tangles in my hair, tightening in it. I smile at the way I can so easily tell I’m getting to him. As a reward, I suck hard on his nipple, bringing it all the way in and using enough pressure so that it’s pressed against the roof of my mouth. His hand tightens to the point that it’s almost painful. I pull away anyway, kissing my way down his ribcage and even lower to that fantastic V outline pointing the way to his cock. His body is so well defined, it’s a work of art.
I drag my tongue along the outline, letting my teeth follow the same path as I give little love bites for the simple reason that the taste of him makes me feel powerful, sexy, and happy. I move further down so I can kiss his cock. It’s straining towards me, and I reward it with a gentle kiss on the head. That’s all I meant to do, but the taste of his pre-cum hits my tongue and the musky smell of him enters me, and I can’t stop myself from holding his cock in my hand and letting my tongue slide against the head and burrow into the small opening trying to find more of his pre-cum, needing his taste. Gray groans, and he must be tired of being passive because now his hands are digging into my hair harder as he urges my head down on him. As much as he takes control, I’m the one feeling powerful here. I give in and suck him deep into my mouth, stopping before I can take all of him in, because his cock hits the back of my throat. He stretches my mouth, so swollen with need that I can barely close my lips around him. As I back him out and leave him with another gentle kiss on his head, Gray moans. His hips buck as he begs for more of my mouth.
I’m not in the mood to give him what he wants, though. Now, my needs come first. I have been craving him these past few weeks and I’m not about to deny myself a moment longer. I shift so I can move my leg over him, straddling him. I can’t stop the growl that comes out when I settle against him and his hard, hot dick slides between the lips of my pussy effortlessly.
“Fuck, baby, I’m glad you don’t wear a lot of clothes to bed,” he growls, and just to prove he’s telling the truth, he pulls the shirt over my head. I raise my hands, helping him. I’m eager for there to be nothing between us. His hands immediately come up and palm my breasts, kneading them—his touch, rough and eager, and his skin hot. I shift against his cock, rotating my hip and sliding so that I hit that perfect stroke—the one that eases him right against my clit and lets me ride him without taking him inside.
“God, you feel so good, Gray,” I whimper.
“You’re soaked for me,” he growls, his hands biting into my thighs as he tries to pull me even tighter against him. He’s right. You can hear the suction between us as his cock forges through my cream. I ride him like that a few more times, gasping as his head rakes against my swollen clit, painting it with a mixture of his pre-cum and my own juices.
“Gray,” I gasp. I brace my hands on his shoulders and slowly stretch out on him while his cock is still buried deep inside. The movement angles his cock in just the right spot and moves him so far inside, he’s touching spots of me that have never been touched before. He’s… claiming me in a way I’ve never experienced.
“It gets better every time,” Gray whispers right before his lips claim mine in a slow kiss. Our tongues mimic what our bodies do, slowly moving, relishing each other, cherishing each other… loving each other. We come together as our orgasms slide out of each of us as if we’re in tune, as if we’re one, and as I give myself over to it, I know I will never be the same again.
I love Gray Lucas. I love him.
51
CC
“Loverboy is back with pizza,” Jackson calls, and I smile. Gray’s been back for three days and it seems all I do is smile. Jackson likes to give us both a hard time, but I can tell he likes him too. What’s not to like? Gray’s good-looking, dependable, funny, sweet, gentle when you need it, but not afraid to pull your hair… “Claude, did you hear me?” Jackson calls out again.
“Yeah, I heard you. Be there in a minute,” I yell back. You just caught me daydreaming about the man I’m head over heels in love with. That part I don’t yell back. Still I hear it inside, and though the fear is there, it’s getting easier and easier to breathe through it. I worried that Gray and I wouldn’t be able to work because we are so different, but with every day that passes, I think I worried for nothing. Gray may have to work with the likes of the Rivertons, but he’s not like them. He’s more like his crazy family, which I love. Even meddlesome Ida Sue who has taken to calling me once a week. She says it’s just to check on me, but I can read between the lines enough to know that it’s to see if I’m still boning her son. It makes it easier to figure out when she ends every conversation with: “I’ll talk to you next time, dear. Are you and Gray still shagging each other’s brains out? You know, the world is a better place if there are more kids in it.”
It used to unnerve me, but now I think of Ida as June Cleaver from the television classic Leave It To Beaver. Well, June Cleaver if she was a flower child who believed in free love. “Kids, you left your bong on the floor! Don’t forget your condoms tonight for the orgy. Your father and I will be there too! I’m making your father take those pills so he doesn’t get performance anxiety.” I laugh as I imagine my version of the television show, going to the old sink in the garage and washing my hands.
“What’s my woman laughing about?” Gray asks, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around me as he kisses the side of my neck.
I finish cleaning my hands and lean back into him for a minute, just letting him hold me and enjoying the moment. “Orgies and free love parties,” I whisper, grinning.
Gray’s lips freeze on the side of my neck and then he bites the skin there. I inhale at the sting.
“You can fucking forget that shit,” he grumbles, burrowing his head against the back of my neck and holding me tighter.
“What? I thought you liked that kind of thing? I’m not the one with the sex-tape out there, after all.”
“That was before,” he mutters, his hand moving down my stomach and trying to push up under my shirt. I help him because—let’s be honest—anytime Gray’s hands are on my bare skin, I’m good. I turn to the side a little though, wanting to see his face.
“Before what?”
“Before you, Cooper. You’ve reformed me, made me a better man.”
“Is that a fact?”
“Well, yeah. That, and I ain’t fucking sharing you with anyone. My dick is the last dick that pussy is ever going to squeeze the baby juice out of.”
“Baby juice?”
“Mmm-hmm,” he mutters, his lips on my neck.
“There’s my caveman. I thought he had gone all civilized on me.”
“I would have thought last night proved that theory wrong,” he mutters, and my freaking ovaries actually flutter when I think about the dirty little things he did to me last night. I’ll never look at that showerhead in my bathroom the same way again. Not to mention the mirror in my bedroom.
“You should let go of me because you’re going to get filthy,” I warn him, suddenly remembering I just changed oil in a Toyota.
“Maybe I want to get dirty with you,” he says, but lets me go. I turn around to look at him and it hits me again that this man likes me. I apparently switched into another universe at some point. I hope I don’t have to leave. This world is much better.
“Later, Romeo. I need pizza first.”
“I thought I could give you your first golf lesson.”
“Umm, you do know I don’t especially like the game, right? Though, if you want to go out to the mini-golf park, I am killer on that course. Especially the windmill hole at the end. I always manage to get in with just one stroke.”
“Impressive,” he jokes, but he’s reaching over and taking my shirt off. I halfheartedly try to stop him.
“The trick is to get the ball under the little bridge. Most people try to go over top, but it never works,” I tell him, wondering exactly how to get away with having sex in the middle of the day in the garage where customers—and not to mention Jackson—could walk in at any time.
“I will have to learn from your ways, oh wise one,” he mumbles, reaching around to undo my bra.
“Gray! We can’t do this here. Jackson—”
“Took his pizza and his six pack I brought him and went into the office.”
“But he could come in and there could be customers…”
“You need to learn to live a little, Cooper. Life is way too short not to enjoy yourself once in a while.”
“Enjoy myself?”
“And learn new things.”
“Like golf?”
“Exactly,” he says, dipping his finger into the oil I just drained into the container beside him.
“Umm, Gray? What are you doing?”
“Getting ready to give you your first lesson,” he says, trailing his finger between my breasts and down my stomach. The sensation of the oil is cool and a little slimy, but his finger on my body and the way his breath hits my skin has a way of putting me on edge and instantly making me need him. I’m quickly becoming addicted to anything he wants to give me.
“This line is like the fairway on a golf course.”
“A fairway?” I whisper as he moves the oil over my nipples.
“The fairway is the beautiful trail straight to the hole,” he explains, unbuttoning my pants and pushing them down my hips.
“I don’t remember breasts and nipples on a golf course.”
“Those represent the small mounds on the course that can distract a driver.”
“Small mounds?” I ask, laughing.
“Well, I thought huge jugs didn’t sound as classy.”
“We can’t have that,” I tell him, letting my fingers move into his hair as he leans down on his knees in front of me.
“Now I’m going to tell you the secret to golf, sweet lips,” Gray says, kissing my thighs.
“What’s that?” I whimper, willing my legs to
remain strong as I feel his breath so close to where I want his mouth the most.
“Every man wants a hole in one,” he murmurs, dragging his tongue along the inside of one of my thighs.
“Gray…” I whimper, my body thrusting towards him, needing more than what he’s giving me. “I don’t think that’s a big secret.”
“True, but I’m going to tell you exactly how to get it.”
“You are?”
I gasp as his hands move back to my ass and I feel him place a gentle, sweet kiss at the top of my pussy. My fingers tighten in his hair as I pull him closer, wanting to feel his tongue on my clit. I need the sensation I get when his entire face moves between my legs. I need so much more than what I’m getting and it frustrates me.
“You have to become one with the hole, meld with it.”
“Gray!” I cry as I feel him flatten his tongue and part the lips of my pussy, letting it drag against the sensitive skin there.
“That hole has to become all you think of. You can’t let anything distract you from driving inside of it,” he tells me.
“Baby, please. I need you to…”
“You can’t let yourself get distracted even when there’s an area above throbbing and begging for attention,” he murmurs, his voice muffled when he moves his tongue to my clit, stroking over it once, twice, three times, and then without warning, he sucks my clit into his mouth—hard.
My hands move down to Gray’s shoulders and I hold on, my entire body shaking. I know I’m close to shattering into a thousand pieces. I won’t be able to hold back. I’m not even going to try. I growl in annoyance when he pulls his head back. I lock eyes with him, and find that his are full of desire and mischief. He stands back up without giving me what I really want, and it pisses me off. I didn’t ask for him to get me all worked up and then leave me all horny and needy. I’m about to go off on him when I watch him unbutton his jeans.