Stroke of Luck

by Opal Carew

  He eased back and stared at her breasts as he pulled off his tie, then stripped away his jacket and shirt and tossed them aside. He stroked her breasts again, then leaned down and licked one delicious tip. The feel of it against his tongue drove his need up several notches.

  “Fuck, you’re so beautiful, baby.”

  He pulled her against him again, his mouth merging with hers, and almost died when he felt her nakedness against his skin. His cock pulsed with need, and he was desperate to be inside her. His cock ached so badly he could barely think straight.

  He slid his hand down her belly, then between her legs. She murmured against his lips. He stroked her soft folds, delighting at the warm slickness he found there. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard, aching cock. When he glided his tip over her wetness, he groaned.

  Fuck, he could barely hold back.

  She clung to his shoulders and whimpered softly.

  Without thinking, he drove into her. Oh … God …

  His head started to spin at the incredible feeling of being inside her tight, hot body.

  Then his chest constricted. What the hell had he been thinking?

  But when he gazed down at her, he saw the same desperate longing in her eyes, not anxiety at his clumsy penetration.

  His need overrode all else. He pulled back and drove in again. Her softness surrounding his aching cock drove him wild. He thrust into her again and again, spiraling toward heaven with each one. His body was ablaze, the heat in his groin coiling tighter and tighter until it burned through him.

  Then it released, to his guttural groan. Her moans of pleasure echoed in his ears as fireworks exploded in his head, the lights glittering behind his eyelids as he crushed her against the door, her softness a sweet comfort he’d never realized he’d needed so badly. Not just the sweetness of her warm passage around his cock or her soft breasts snug against his body, but more. The sweetness of who she was. Of how she made him feel.

  She slumped, and her breathing was labored. He eased back, realizing that with his weight on her she probably couldn’t catch her breath.

  Her cheeks were flushed and her hair disheveled. The long, cascading waves fell around her breasts in a golden shimmering mass.

  He knew he’d taken her to orgasm, but he was ashamed to think that in his own desperation, he might not have waited for her.

  Fuck, why was he always such an idiot around her? He’d waited all this time for her, desperately wanted to be with her, and had wanted this first time to be special. But he’d ruined it by taking her against the door in a twenty-second fuck session.

  He was a fucking asshole.

  As he stepped back, he reached for her hand.

  “Oh, no,” Austin said with a smile and took hold of it himself. “Now I’m going to take my wife to bed.”

  Quinn frowned, pushing back his hair as Austin led her toward the bedroom. Fuck, he deserved to be shut out. Austin would make sure April would be treated right.

  Austin glanced over his shoulder. “Are you coming?”

  * * *

  April drew in a deep breath as she followed Austin into the bedroom. Her body was still quivering from the intense orgasm Quinn had given her. It was exhilarating that he’d wanted her so badly he’d taken her against the door in a primal explosion of passion.

  Now it was Austin’s turn to make love to her. As he led her across the bedroom, she became self-conscious that she was naked and he was fully clothed. Then she saw a powder-pink box on the bed, bound with a white satin ribbon and a beautiful tied bow.

  “Open it,” Austin said.

  She walked to the bed and pulled the ribbon to untie the bow, then lifted the top off the box. She pulled back the pink tissue paper to reveal a sexy, white lace baby doll nightie.

  “Put it on,” Austin urged.

  “Really?” She turned to him and grinned. “I’m naked and you want me to put clothes on?”

  Austin placed the bridal bouquet on the bed, then lifted the small garment from the delicate paper and held it up. It was fastened together at the front with a tied ribbon between the breasts.

  “It’s not like it’s going to cover much,” he said as he ran his hand under the sheer lace.

  He untied the bow on the front, then held the nightie by the shoulder straps as if holding a coat for her to put on.

  She laughed. “Okay.”

  She slid her arms through the straps, then adjusted it over her breasts and tied the ribbon into a bow again. It was open down the front, the soft lace fabric curving down to her hips in cascading waves. The fabric over her breasts wasn’t lace but a completely sheer white fabric showing her nipples clearly. She pulled on the tiny thong, which had scalloped lace around the waist, but the crotch was also completely sheer.

  “How did this get here?” she asked.

  “I made a quick call to the concierge right after our wedding,” Quinn answered. “You didn’t have a white bridal gown, so I wanted you to have something to make you feel more like a bride.”

  Her heart fluttered. “That was very considerate, Quinn. Thank you.”

  “There’s more.” Austin pulled at the tissue and lifted out a white robe.

  He slipped it on her arms. It flowed to the floor in an elegant waterfall of Chantilly lace. She tied the white satin sash at her waist, and as she moved to the mirror to take a look, Quinn stepped behind her and placed a headpiece of white silk flowers and pearls on her head with a spray of tulle forming a double layer veil that brushed her shoulders. Then Austin handed her the bouquet of pink roses.

  Her jaw dropped. “I…” Her throat tightened. “I look like a bride.”

  Quinn wrapped his big hands around her shoulders and leaned close.

  “Yes, you do. And you’re the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen.”

  Their gazes locked in the mirror, and the warmth in his eyes stole her breath away.

  She turned to face him. His warmth, his intense masculinity, and the fact he clearly wanted her again filled her with need. She tipped up her face, and her lips parted, ready for him to kiss her.

  He stared at her, a battle waging in his midnight eyes. Then he took her hand and turned.

  “Austin, your bride is waiting.” Quinn placed her hand in Austin’s, then walked across the room and settled on the love seat near the bed.

  Austin smiled and drew her close. “You are a beautiful bride.”

  The warmth of his words made her feel special. Almost as special as the look Quinn had given her.

  Austin pulled her into his arms, and their lips met. His kiss was sweet and gentle. She slid her arms around his neck as his tongue glided inside her mouth and curled over hers, coaxing it into a seductive dance.

  When their lips parted, he smiled, his eyes crinkling at the sides. He stepped back, unbuttoning his shirt, then tugged it off and dropped it to the floor. Her gaze followed his hands to his belt, and she watched in anticipation as he unbuckled, then pulled the belt from the loops and tossed it aside. His chest was broad, and his abs were tight ridges.

  He pulled down the zipper on his pants, watching her the whole time. She licked her lips as he dropped the pants to the floor. Then he pushed down his black boxers and stood up. His erection also stood up, tall and proud. She wanted to wrap her hand around it and feel it pulsing.

  He walked backward to the bed and sat down. She set the bouquet on the dresser and stepped forward until she was in front of him, and also facing Quinn in the love seat on the other side of the bed, then she untied the sash. Slowly, she drew the delicate lace robe from her shoulders and let it fall. Both men’s gazes jerked to her breasts, clearly visible through the sheer fabric. She stepped closer to Austin, then into his arms. His lips brushed along her collarbone, sending goose bumps flashing across her skin.

  He drew back and smiled at her, then turned his head to look over his shoulder.

  “Do you want to take charge, Quinn?” Austin asked.

  “No. You’ve got this.”
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  Austin laughed. “Any requests, at least?”

  “Yes. Make her happy.”

  April’s heart compressed at his words.

  Austin’s teal eyes darkened. “Oh, I promise I’ll do my best.”

  He tightened his arms around her waist and pulled her with him as he turned and leaned against the cushions, stretching his legs out on the bed. She knelt over his thighs, facing him. Excitement quivered through her as she leaned forward and brushed her lips against his, then across his cheek. The stubble on his face was coarse against her skin, and she loved it. She dragged her teeth over the short whiskers.

  He laughed and rolled her over, then dove in for a deeper kiss, thrusting his tongue inside briefly, then leaning back and staring down at her.

  “Now, let me have a good look at these gorgeous breasts of yours.” He stroked over the thin fabric covering one of them, then teased the nipple until it thrust straight up, straining at the cloth.

  He dipped down and took the nipple into his mouth, then suckled. His other hand stroked her other breast, his thumb toying with the nub. At the exquisite pleasure, she arched against him and moaned.

  He rolled onto his side facing Quinn and drew back one side of her nightie, exposing her stomach. He glided his fingertips down to her belly button and stroked around it in circles.

  “Quinn, you going to come join us?” Austin asked.

  “I’m good here for now,” Quinn answered.

  “Yeah?” Austin’s fingers continued their journey down her stomach and under the thin elastic of her thong.

  She knew Quinn would see every movement of Austin’s fingers clearly through the transparent fabric.

  Austin dipped into her folds and stroked her slickness. Heat rippled through her.

  “Mmm. You left her nice and wet,” Austin said.

  His finger pushed inside her, and she arched against his hand.

  Austin chuckled. “And eager for more.” He gazed down at her. “You do want more, don’t you, sweetheart?”

  “Oh, yes. I want you inside me.”

  “You mean another finger?” he asked, sliding in a second one.

  She squeezed around the two thick fingers as he stroked, excitement swirling through her.

  “Ah, yes, that’s good,” she said, “but I mean your cock.”

  He laughed again. “You hear that, Quinn? My pretty little bride wants me to fuck her.”

  “Good,” Quinn said. “Because I want to see that.”

  Austin wiggled his fingers inside her, sending heat rippling through her body.

  “Well, you know, I think she deserves the very best experience…” Austin’s eyes glittered. “So I think I could use some help.”

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  April groaned in disappointment as Austin withdrew his fingers from her body, then stood up and scooped her into his arms. He carried her to the love seat and set her on Quinn’s lap. Quinn had shed his pants and now wore only his boxers, which barely contained his erection. The thick shaft now pressed against her back.

  “Cup her breasts and keep those nipples nice and hard for me,” Austin instructed.

  Quinn’s arms came around her, and his large hands covered her breasts. Gently, he stroked her nipples.

  “Yeah, that’s good,” Austin said with a smile. “Now open her legs.”

  Quinn widened his thighs, and his knees drew her legs open.

  Austin stroked a fingertip over her crotch, then hooked his finger under the fabric and pulled it sideways, exposing her slick flesh.

  “Man, look at that beautiful pink pussy,” he said to Quinn.

  Quinn’s fingers were circling over her hard nubs, igniting a deep need inside her.

  “Fuck, buddy, I want to watch you shove your cock deep inside it,” Quinn practically groaned. “What the hell are you waiting for?”

  “Ha ha. What about you, April?” Austin asked.

  “Yes, please. I want you inside me now, Austin.”

  His gaze locked with hers, and the depth of desire shocked her.

  He glided his fingers along her cheek and through her hair, then curled them around the back of her head and leaned closer.

  “Whatever you want, sweetheart.”

  He captured her lips and drove his tongue deep, then thrust several times, leaving her breathless. He eased back, a wicked smile on his lips, and she felt his hard, hot flesh brush over her soft petals. Then he pressed forward, sliding into her.

  At the feel of his hard member stretching her wide, she leaned back against Quinn and moaned, delightful sensations dancing through her.

  “Do you like that, baby?” Quinn murmured against her ear. “Feeling Austin’s big cock sliding into you?”

  She opened her eyes and found herself staring into Quinn’s midnight-blue ones.

  “Oh, God, yes,” she whispered hoarsely.

  Austin’s pelvis bumped against her, his cock all the way inside.

  “Is it deep inside you?” Quinn asked. “Is it hard and thick?”

  “Yes. Oh, yes,” she moaned, squeezing Austin’s cock with intimate muscles.

  She was still so aroused from Quinn’s lovemaking that the combination of Quinn’s fingers circling her aching nipples and Austin’s rigid shaft inside her had pleasure quivering through her entire body.

  Austin stroked her hair, his face inches from hers. His eyes were full of need.

  “Damn, it feels so good being inside you.” Austin’s cock twitched, sending thrilling ripples of heat through her.

  She grasped his shoulders and pulled him tighter.

  “Please, Austin. I need you to fuck me now. I’m so close.”

  Austin’s eyes widened, and he smiled. “Are you going to come for me?”

  He drew back and glided deep again, igniting rippling waves of pleasure inside her.

  “Yes,” she breathed.

  He glided back and forward again, his cockhead dragging along her sensitive passage. His thumb stroked her cheek, and he pulled her into another kiss, not missing a stroke with his cock.

  In and out. She squeezed tighter around him. She gripped his shoulders as the pleasure skyrocketed.

  “Ohhh, it feels so good,” she moaned.

  He sped up, driving deeper and faster.

  “Oh. God.” Her heart pounded, and then pleasure exploded through her, blazing into a thousand sparks inside her head as she rode the wave of pure bliss.

  “Are you coming, baby?” Quinn asked, his lips brushing her ear.

  “Yes. Oh, God, yes. Austin’s making me come,” she said through labored breaths.

  “Ah, fuck, baby,” Austin groaned, then drove deep and held her to him. His cock exploded inside her, driving her orgasm higher still.

  She clung to him as he continued to pump inside her, keeping her on the edge of ecstasy.

  Then he laughed and rolled backward onto the floor, his arm firmly around her waist. She was on top of him now, her ass in the air. She squeezed his cock, the fading embers of the orgasm still smoldering through her.

  “This is really where I need your help, buddy,” Austin said. “You see, I’m done, and she’s still raring to go.”

  He cupped her ass and spread her for Quinn to see. Then his cock slipped away. April was still quivering in his arms.

  “Fuck,” Quinn uttered, then stood up.

  She saw his boxers fall to the floor beside her, then felt him prowl over her. His hard cock stroked her wet opening, sending tingles through her again. When he drove deep into her, pleasure jolted through her again. She rested her head on Austin’s chest with a sigh. He stroked her hair to the side and cupped her head, gazing at her with a smile.

  Quinn drew back and thrust deep. At the same time, he found her clit with his fingers and stroked.

  She gasped at the joyful sensations surging through her.

  He pumped into her steadily now, still teasing her sensitive bud. Austin kept stroking her hair while Quinn fucked her from behind. The whole thing was so wildly outrageous a
nd exhilarating, her body vibrated with the intensity of her arousal.

  Quinn’s cock drove deep again, and she moaned.

  “Oh, yes, Quinn. I’m going to come again.”

  “Fuck, yeah, baby. Come for me.”

  At his command, her body exploded into bliss. She was swept into staggering ecstasy, and the world shattered around her.

  As she moaned, Quinn surged deep again, then groaned his own release.

  Although he stopped thrusting, he kept stroking her clit, keeping her orgasm going on and on.

  Finally, she slowed, the pleasure fading to a warm glow. Quinn rested his head on her back, and they all drew in slow, deep breaths.

  It was so warm and cozy between these two men. And she felt so well loved.

  She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

  * * *

  April woke up with blinding sunlight flashing across her eyelids. Her head throbbed, and she just wanted to fall back asleep so she didn’t have to deal with it. She shielded her eyes with her hand and kept them closed against the onslaught.

  Her head was foggy, but she knew she had to get up. For the past several months, with planning her wedding, her to-do list was always jam-packed. And the big day was …

  Yesterday!

  Her eyelids snapped open as a slew of memories fluttered through her brain. Of packing for the trip to Las Vegas. Of meeting Maurice at the hotel.

  Oh, God, then the rehearsal dinner …

  Her head ached even more as she remembered that disaster. She rubbed her temples.

  As her bleary eyes focused, shock surged through her. There was a naked, masculine back facing her. Big and muscular with a small red birthmark on the right shoulder blade that looked like an eagle with its wings spread.

  She sucked in a breath and realized there was an arm around her waist, too. Strong and thick. On the wrist, there was a gold watch with the iconic Rolex crown on the black face. On the back of his hand was a small scar.

  Her breath caught when she saw a wedding band on the ring finger of the hand. Oh, God, she’d gone to bed with a married man? She’d never do such a thing.