Lucky (No Prisoners MC Book 4)

by Lilly Atlas

  Yeah, she wanted this. Maybe as much as he did. They were in for an explosive night.

  He disentangled their bodies and grabbed her hand.

  “Let’s get the fuck out of here,” he said as he tugged her toward the door.

  Chapter Ten

  By the time they reached Lucky’s high-rise apartment building Kori’s nerves hit the same level as her lust. The combination of two margaritas, dancing with Lucky, and the kiss to end all kisses fried the circuits in her brain, but with each passing minute, she was coming back into herself.

  There was a good chance this was a mistake. A pleasurable mistake, but a mistake nonetheless.

  “I can practically hear you talking yourself out of this.”

  “What? Huh?” Kori blinked. Lucky stood beside the bike, helmet off and hands on his hips.

  Shit. How long had she been sitting there staring off into space like an idiot? “No…um…I, ah, I was just lost in thought. No big deal.”

  “You change your mind?”

  She looked at him, really looked at him. No trace of the smooth-talking womanizer remained. In his place was a man whose eyes burned with lust. His body was taut, probably from holding himself in check, and there wasn’t any trickery or practiced lines coming from him.

  She wanted him, plain and simple. The hum in her blood once again became more lust than anxiety.

  He scratched through the hair on his chin as he waited for her answer. That goatee had tickled her chin and she’d grown weak in the knees when she imagined the soft strands of hair brushing along her breasts.

  “No. I definitely did not change my mind.” It took her a few times due to slightly trembling fingers, but Kori removed the helmet and hopped off the bike. Lucky threaded their fingers together and guided her toward the building.

  Keys in hand, he turned and faced her. “Last chance,” he whispered, his mouth so close, his breath wafted across her lips.

  Instead of giving him words, which he might question, she gripped the leather panels of his cut and yanked his mouth to hers. Just as with their first kiss, this one spiraled out of control in seconds, only this time there was a clear winner in the war for domination.

  Still holding one of her hands, Lucky spun them and nudged her until her back hit the warm glass of the apartment building entrance. He found her other hand and held both of her wrists against the glass, immobilizing her and preventing her ability to touch him. The hard press of him against her mimicked how it would feel to have him driving her into a mattress and her heartrate sped to a gallop.

  He tilted his head, deepening the kiss and Kori was lost. Kissing him was ten times more intoxicating than the tequila in the margaritas.

  Just as she was about to beg him to touch her, a whoop of laughter cut through the fog of lust. It was followed immediately by a few obscene catcalls. Lucky tore his mouth away and yelled, “Fuck off,” over his shoulder. “Shit, Kori. We need to get inside before I fuck you right here against the glass where every damn asshole who lives in the building could come down and watch the show.”

  Her head spun and she nodded. After one more quick, hard kiss on her swollen lips, Lucky unlocked the door and guided her through.

  “Second floor,” His voice was strained, rough. “Head on up, I’m two steps behind you.”

  Halfway to the first landing, she peeked over her shoulder. As promised, Lucky was exactly two steps behind her, which put his eyes at just the right level to watch her ass as she ascended. Sneaky man. No wonder he wanted her to precede him.

  When they reached the second floor, he took her hand again and led her to a door with a brass 204 nailed in the center. He unlocked the door and pulled her through. Dropping his keys, phone, and wallet on a small table near the entrance, he directed her down the hallway and into a bedroom.

  He hadn’t bothered with the twenty-five-cent tour or even with any lights, but once in the bedroom, he switched on a small bedside lamp. It provided just enough light for them to see each other without cutting through the seductive mood with harsh illumination.

  From what Kori could see, the room was well furnished but sparsely decorated. No pictures or artwork adorned the walls, but the queen-size bed was neat and everything seemed clean.

  “I’m not much for decorating,” Lucky said as he drew her flush against him. He placed one hand under her chin and nudged her head back.

  “Well, I’m not exactly here for the décor.”

  “Oh no?” His lips landed on her lower throat and scorched a trail up to her ear.

  The combination of heated kisses and the light tickle of his facial hair caused her knees to literally wobble, the sensitive skin of her neck somehow in direct connection to them. She lowered her head so their mouths lined up.

  “What are you here for then?” His lips brushed against her mouth as he spoke.

  “Hmm.” She slid her arms around him and down his back until she gripped his ass with each hand. After giving him a squeeze she said, “I’m here for this.” Then she licked across his closed mouth. “And I’m here for this. But mostly—” She rose on her toes and rocked the top of her mound against his erection. “Mostly I’m here for that.”

  His chuckle turned into a groan when she fused her mouth to his. Before she had a chance to deepen the kiss, he stepped back and she nearly stumbled forward seeking his warmth. The expression on his face was powerful, unreadable.

  Shit. Had she been too aggressive? Maybe that wasn’t his thing. He was a macho biker after all. Something she’d do well to remind herself frequently so she wouldn’t start thinking this was anything more than it was.

  “Take your shirt off.” He sounded close to the edge. Like he was working hard to keep himself in check.

  The thought of being the object of such focused attention was a bit unnerving. Sexy strip shows weren’t exactly her thing, so Kori didn’t bother to dance or try to make it something it wasn’t. She drew the fitted tank over her head and dropped it to the floor.

  “Bra next.” His voice dropped to nearly a whisper.

  Kori swallowed. It was almost painful as all the liquid dried up in her mouth. She reached back and undid her bra, letting it drop from her arms without any flourish.

  “Jesus.” Lucky’s gaze was fixed on her chest.

  The heat of his stare was like a physical caress. Kori’s nipples tightened. Did he plan to touch her at some point tonight? She needed his hands on her.

  A tinny clank of metal sounded, making her jump. She was hypersensitive to all sights and sounds.

  Holy shit. Lucky’s belt hung open and he drew his zipper down, pulled out his cock, and stroked it, without once taking his attention off her breasts.

  “You’re so gorgeous, Kori. I can’t remember when I’ve been this hard.”

  She’d never watched a lover masturbate before, never really got the appeal. She got it now. The sight of Lucky pleasuring himself while looking at her nudity was hotter than just about anything she’d ever witnessed.

  “Pants next. Panties too. Take them off at the same time.”

  She was wet. So wet. Soaked. Now there’d be no hiding it. She drew her jeans and panties over her hips—okay, this time around she did throw in a little wiggle for Lucky’s benefit—then returned to a standing position.

  “Fuck,” he whispered. “Go sit on the edge of the bed. Lean back on your elbows and spread your legs. Wide. As wide as you can.”

  Following orders in bed wasn’t typically her style, but she went with it and found herself loving it. The past six months had been so full of responsibility, heavy decisions, stress of balancing work and being a caregiver for an ailing parent. She was so tired of being the one to take charge, made choices, bear all the responsibility.

  Lucky’s commands took all of that away. For the next little while, she’d give in to him. Allow him to relieve her of all her worries, her obligations, her choices. All she’d do was follow his lead and reap the benefit of his experience.

  She got in
position, aware of Lucky’s eyes on her the entire time. After she splayed her legs, he sauntered over and stood between her knees. Before she had time to do more than gape at his impressive erection, he dropped to his knees.

  “Christ, Kori, you’re drenched. Your thighs are fucking wet.”

  Heat rushed to her face and she started to close her legs.

  “Uh uh, no way, babe. It’s hot as fucking hell.” He turned his head and licked her inner thigh, lapping up her juices.

  His intentions became abundantly clear. “Um, Lucky?”

  “Yeah, babe?” He trailed his tongue closer to the apex of her thighs. The silky hairs of his goatee stroked over her skin in a hundred featherlight touches that had goosebumps erupting all over her thighs.

  “You don’t need to ah…do…ah…that.” Could she embarrass herself anymore?

  Lucky rested back on his heels. One eyebrow rose so high it was practically at his hairline. “You don’t want me to eat you out? You don’t like it?”

  Her skin was hot and flushed a combination of mortification and desire. Maybe the bed could just open up and swallow her whole. Then she could avoid this conversation. Or maybe she should have just kept her big mouth shut in the first place. “No, ah, that’s not it. It’s just, not my favorite.”

  “Not your favorite. Hmm.” He pressed a kiss to her thigh. “That’s too bad, because it’s certainly my favorite.”

  “Going down on a woman is your favorite?”

  “Fuck yeah. And I can already tell eating you out is going to be at the very top of my favorites list. You smell fucking amazing. And the tiny taste I already had? Delicious, baby. You’ll see.”

  “I’ll see? How will I see?”

  “You gonna give me what I want?” he asked.

  His declaration of how much he enjoyed it seemed sincere.

  Kori’s last boyfriend hated going down on her, made it seem like an arduous chore he couldn’t stand. It had really affected her ability to enjoy oral sex. So, she’d stopped asking for it, and he never offered. The man before him had no idea what the hell he was doing and was way too arrogant to actually follow any direction. Again, she gave up on expecting it or asking for it. She was starting to think the experience would be vastly different with Lucky. “Yes,” she said.

  “I promise I’ll change your mind. You’ll be begging me to eat you out every day.”

  Every day? That had to be a figure of speech. Lucky didn’t do every day. He’d made that crystal clear.

  Her mind started to spin out of control with a million questions and thoughts. Just as she reminded herself that no matter what he said or what happened throughout the night, he was first and foremost a biker, he swiped his tongue through her folds, from the base of her pussy, right up to her clit.

  “Oh my God.” Her arms gave out and she collapsed back on the bed. Lucky chuckled and the vibrations had her stomach clenching. He pushed her legs wider, so wide the muscles stretched with a slight burn. Then he tongued her again and Kori was lost.

  Yeah, there was a very good chance he was going to change her mind.

  Chapter Eleven

  Holy shit, the woman was fucking delicious. Lucky could have spent the entire night between her legs, feasting on her as though she was his very last meal on earth. Well, maybe not the entire night. His cock was so hard it bordered on painful and at some point, in the very near future, that would have to be addressed.

  Kori’s response was everything a man could hope for when pleasuring a woman. She moaned and thrashed, gripping his hair and holding him against her like she never had it so good. Like her whole world would crumble if he stopped.

  No way in hell was he stopping.

  Not until she screamed out her release, and maybe not even then.

  Yeah right, she didn’t like oral. Christ, if he didn’t know better he’d think she was trying to smother him against her pussy with her strong thighs. His broad shoulders kept her legs wide open, but she squeezed him in a vise grip that clenched tighter with each whimper she emitted.

  He gave her everything he had, licking, sucking, grazing his teeth over her most sensitive areas until she was a mess of pants and moans.

  “More, Lucky, more. You’re driving me crazy.”

  She had no idea what crazy was. His cock throbbed and ached with the furious need to be buried inside her. Her pussy would be tight and squeeze him to the point of insanity. He could tell by the way it clenched and spasmed around his tongue.

  “Please, Lucky. I’m so close,” she all but yelled at him.

  He smiled. “Whatever the lady wishes.”

  Eager to feel her come, he sank two fingers her slick channel. As he pumped them in and out, her cries grew louder, more desperate. She’d completely abandoned herself to the pleasure and was lost in it. Lucky wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked. That sent her over the edge.

  Her legs clamped down on him so hard he couldn’t have extricated himself from the soft trap if he wanted to. A long, loud moan left her lips and her hips arched off the bed as she jerked through a powerful release.

  He gentled his fingers, but kept them inside her, loving the hold her body had on him. Slowly, she calmed and a fine sheen of sweat coated her limp form as she lay sprawled on his bed.

  Lucky rose and shucked his clothes before scooting her up the bed as he crawled up and over her. The smile she gave him was satisfied and just a little shy. Her lowered himself, so they were skin to skin, but kept the bulk of his weight supported on his elbows. Between them, his dick rested in the soaking wet V of her thighs.

  “Well, I think it’s safe to say you changed my mind. That wasn’t like anything I’ve ever experienced and it just might have made the top of my own favorites list.” There was wonder in her voice.

  The feeling of conceited male pride that shot through him was something no man could resist when a woman said something like that. And this wasn’t just any woman. It was Kori. Gorgeous, smart, funny, and a bit wary Kori.

  He kissed her. Soft at first, but it didn’t take more than three seconds for their need to bleed through and the kiss became hungry, frantic. When he ended it, her eyes were wide and she licked her lips, testing the new experience of having her own flavor on her taste buds.

  The sight of that tongue had him groaning. “Told you, babe. Fucking delicious.”

  “Thank you,” she whispered, and he knew exactly what she trying to convey. It wasn’t gratitude for his mouth on her pussy or even the magnificent orgasm, but for taking an experience that hadn’t been pleasant in the past and making it what it should have been. What it always should be.

  “You gonna let me fuck you now?”

  Her smile turned playful as she wrapped her legs around his waist and glided her wet pussy along his tortured length. “I’d have let you fuck me without all that, not that I’m complaining about the best orgasm of my life.”

  “Shit, babe, you’re gonna feel better than anything I’ve ever had. Ease up a second. I need to get a condom on before I take you bare and risk knocking you up.” He said those words on purpose, to shock himself. To remind himself of the fire he was playing with here. Unfortunately, instead of making him take ten steps back as it normally would, the idea of her growing and swelling with his child turned him on even more.

  Fuck.

  “Good thinking,” she said, untangling her legs and letting him up.

  He dug through his pockets until he found the strip of four condoms he’d shoved in there earlier, on a wing and prayer.

  Kori seemed to have lost any shyness or reservation in the last few minutes. She lay on the bed, propped on a pillow, knees bent and legs spread, her glistening pussy on full display. The curve of her lips let him know she was well aware of her effect on him.

  “You came pretty prepared for someone who should not have been expecting to get laid.”

  “I must just be an eternal optimist,” he said as he settled back between her legs. It took a monumental amount of effort not
to just ram into her, but somehow, he managed to tear a condom off the strip, rip the package open and roll it down his length. He had to do it himself. If she touched him now, he’d shoot off like a rocket, ruining all the fun. “They were all I had or I’d have stuffed my pockets to the brim.”

  “I’m clean, but not on the pill,” she said with a shrug. “It’s been a while since I needed it, so thanks for thinking of this.”

  “I’ve always gloved up, and I’m clean as well. I’d never put you at risk that way.” As he spoke, he ran the tip of his erection through her folds. She gasped and raised her hips, following his movements.

  She was so beautiful, laid out before him, trusting him to take care of her. That level of trust wasn’t lost on him, especially since her one rule was no bikers. It was something he took seriously and he vowed she wouldn’t regret this night. Or any other nights they might have, but that was something to think about later.

  Right now, he needed inside her, but first…he still had yet to taste those full tits. A mistake that would be remedied in about three seconds. He lowered his head and sucked a puckered nipple into his mouth.

  “Oh, yes. Suck me, Lucky.” Her back arched, pushing her tit further into his mouth.

  Ahh, so she liked that. He drew on her hard before switching to the other side and repeating the action. With gentle pressure, he bit down on her nipple and she cried out.

  The uninhibited sound shot straight to his cock. Enough. Playtime was over. Time to get down to business.

  Lucky released her nipple and grabbed her hand, wrapping her soft palm around his cock. She didn’t play any games, didn’t tease. They were both too needy for that. With a firm grip, she guided him to her opening.

  He pushed into her in one long, slow, steady stroke. Jesus, she was blazing hot and tighter than he ever experienced. His eyes nearly crossed as inch by inch he disappeared into her. When he was seated to the hilt, with his balls resting against her round ass, their gazes locked and Lucky’s entire world tilted on its axis.