Lucky Kiss

by Melanie Shawn

Never one to miss out on all the fun, Lucky reached down and helped. They both pulled the soft cotton up and over her head.

  When she laid back down, she was only wearing a white lace bra and matching panties. His heart slammed into his chest at the sight that stole the breath from his lungs. He’d heard of things being breathtaking, but the only time he’d experienced this feeling was when he’d had the wind knocked out of him in the cage.

  Her petite frame had curves in all the right places. Her breasts were small but full mounds that would fit perfectly in his palms and his mouth. Past her flat belly, her waist dipped in just before her hips then flared out. Her lean and toned legs looked so soft that he couldn’t wait to rub his face between them while he pleasured her.

  She was so damn beautiful that he couldn’t breathe.

  “I have a really bad headache,” she said, tipping the scales towards naughty rather than nice with her tone.

  Looking back up at her face, he saw that her smile was definitely closer to naughty than nice, but her cheeks were bright red. He loved that she trusted him to step out of her comfort zone. And he was sure this night was way outside of the zone in which she felt comfortable.

  “Then I think I have a job to do.” He kneeled between her legs, and she spread them in invitation.

  A smile lifted across his face at her bold move and her face flushed with embarrassment. She liked what she was doing, but again, it probably wasn’t in her wheelhouse.

  “Damn, I love you.” The words had slipped out of his mouth before he had been able to stop them.

  They both froze and stared at each other. His head buzzed, and his heart was pounding so hard that he thought it was going to explode. When her legs began to shut, he snapped out of his momentary shock paralysis and moved over her, covering her lace-covered nipple with his mouth while his hand moved between her legs.

  Her nipple pebbled as he licked it through the material, and his fingers found her panties—damp with arousal. With just two strokes of his fingers, her thighs were already trembling. Gently, he pulled the lace of her bra between his teeth and dragged it down so that her breast was free of the material. At the same time, he slid her panties to the side and began stroking the slick flesh of her swollen lips.

  “Oh my… Lucky…yes,” she moaned as her hands clutched his shoulders.

  Using his tongue, he traced the outline of her areola as his finger circled her clit, her body writhing beneath him. On the third pass, he dipped his middle finger lower and ran the tip of it up and down the wet seam of her opening as his forefinger kept teasing her pleasure button.

  “Oh, that feels good. Lucky. Yes,” she said in pants.

  As her body began trembling, he pulled her breast into his mouth and nipped her nipple as he slid his middle digit into her tight canal while his finger flicked her swollen nub. She came apart in seconds, her body shaking uncontrollably as she rode out her release.

  He stayed with her, sliding his finger in and out of her as he rubbed her pleasure button and suckled her nipples. She was so tight that sweat broke out on his brow and neck at the thought of what his dick would feel like inside her. He tried to shut that thought down, though. This was about her pleasure, not his. But his own body was strung so tight with need that the slightest breeze might’ve had him shooting his wad into his jeans.

  As she started to relax, he made quick work of removing her panties. Then he lowered himself so his face was exactly where he’d told her it would be. Right between her legs.

  “Oh, no, that’s okay. I’m goo—”

  She gasped as he leaned forward and covered her sex, which was still pulsing from her release, with his entire mouth. He licked slowly, from the base of her opening all the way up, stopping just below her most sensitive spot. When he reached that, he carefully curled his tongue and laved one side and then the other, making sure to not touch it.

  Then he started the process again.

  Wanting to touch more of her, he slid one hand up her body so he could pay attention to the breasts his mouth had had to abandon. The other slipped beneath her and squeezed her fleshy butt cheek, tilting her hips up so he had even better access to her core.

  When her legs fell even farther apart, her inner muscles contracted. And as he licked her center, the liquid heat of how much her body loved what he was doing tasted sweet, just like he knew she would.

  He moaned as he lapped up her juices, and her fingers tangled in his hair.

  “Oh…I’m going to… Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop,” she begged.

  At her request, Lucky continued, adding deeper pressure with each pass of his hot tongue. Before he was ready for it to be over, Deanna cried out. Her back arched up off the couch, and her orgasm shuddered through her body.

  His fingers tightened, gripping her backside harder as she came against his mouth. He continued softly licking and gently kissing her until the last spasm rocked through her.

  When her head dropped, her eyes closed, and her limbs fell to her sides, limp with satisfaction, he checked his watch and knew what had to be done. Upon standing, he kissed her on her forehead and headed towards the door.

  His hand had just reached the knob when she said, “Seriously! You’re just going to leave…”

  Looking over, he saw that she’d sat up on her elbows. Her hair was wildly falling half over her shoulders, and the only thing she was wearing was her bra with one breast hanging out. She looked…perfect.

  “My job here is done, and I’m a man of my word. Goodnight, Deanna. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He winked and opened the door, not stopping or even pausing when she called out, “Wait!”

  *

  Deanna stared at her closed front door in total and complete disbelief. So many things were running through her mind that it kind of felt like a bunch of tiny mental ant-thoughts were trying to work in tandem to build a hill to live in.

  Had that really just happened? Good golly, Miss Molly—it really had.

  Had Lucky really told her he loved her? She wasn’t certain. Maybe 99.9 percent sure. The .01 percent was only there because…there was no way he’d really said that.

  Had he given her two of the best, most amazing, mind-blowingly powerful orgasms in history? Yes. On that point, there was no indecision. Her entire body was still buzzing with the evidence.

  Had he gotten rid of her headache? Yes indeedy. He sure as heck had.

  Had he really left immediately following confirmed orgasms? Actually left? She glanced around the room, still halfway drunk from her releases. Yes. He wasn’t there, so that was, indeed, the case.

  Why had he done that? She had no idea.

  Was it because he had actually said that he loved her and it had freaked him out? Maybe, but it’s not like she’d said it. Then his exit would’ve made perfect sense.

  Since he’d performed a disappearing act even Houdini himself would’ve been proud of, how in the world was she going to face him again? What do you say to someone you’ve received oral sex from and nothing else? Should she break the ice with saying thank you for having gotten rid of her headache? Tell him that he might’ve missed his calling in hands-on—or, in this case, mouth-on—physical therapy?

  An aftershock of either orgasm number one or two, she couldn’t really decipher since they’d happened so close together, vibrated through the entire length of her body like a metal gong that’d been hit with a mallet. Her arms gave out under the intensity of its force, and she collapsed on the couch.

  Closing her eyes, she tried to catch her breath and silence the voices in her head. Mentally, she braced herself for the inevitable shame and humiliation over what had just transpired to hit her. Strangely enough, it never did.

  She’d had sex with a whopping number of two men in her life, and at the time of said sex, she’d been in serious relationships with them. The number of people she hadn’t been committed to and only fooled around with was only slightly more than that of her sexual partners, but at least she didn’t need two hands t
o count them.

  This was her first one-night stand.

  Was it a one-night stand if she’d been the only person to receive sex and it had been oral? It felt like it was, but then she thought about it from a guy’s perspective—something she did frequently since she was surrounded by testosterone on a nearly constant basis. And she seriously doubted that they counted every blow job they got as a one-night stand.

  Thinking in abstract terms turned out to be an excellent way to distract herself. Just when she was starting to relax, though, the front door opened. So she started the process of getting into a fighting stance, not giving a second thought to the fact that she was naked except for the half bra she was rocking.

  But when she saw Lucky, her first thought was that he must’ve forgotten something. However, once he’d closed and locked the door behind him, she asked the question she always seemed to be posing whenever Lucky was around.

  “What are you doing?”

  He was halfway across the room and half naked before she got the entire question out. His shirt was on the floor and his fingers were unzipping his fly as he said with a cocky grin, “It’s tomorrow.”

  Deanna’s mouth fell open as she sliced her gaze to the clock on the brick mantel of her fireplace. It read midnight.

  A smile was already pulling on her cheeks as she turned her attention back to Lucky. “You jerk! I really thought you le—”

  Her words stopped so fast that it was like someone had pressed a mute button. Every thought and question evaporated faster than a drop of water on a hot, sandy beach.

  Lucky was naked. Gloriously and magnificently naked. He looked like a powerful animal stalking his prey. A powerful, tattooed predator.

  His shoulders were broad and rounded with defined muscles. His rock-solid wall of a chest had an eagle she’d had the pleasure of running into on more than one occasion. His impressive abs were tight and corded with muscle, the word Dorsey etched over them. His hard and thick legs reminded her that he was an athlete. He truly was a superb male specimen.

  He was tearing open a condom wrapper with his mouth, and Deanna’s own mouth watered as he rolled it on himself. She was mesmerized as his biceps deliciously bunched while his hands (which were large!) appeared average size compared to the steel-hard erection jutting out from his body.

  “I love when you look at me like that.” His voice was tight with need.

  “I love looking at you like that.” Deanna’s wide eyes were still laser-focused on his engorged manhood.

  “Spread your legs for me,” he said in a commanding yet calm tone that had her instantly obeying.

  Her legs fell to the side, exposing her damp sex to him. When they did, a primal groan tore from his chest.

  She would’ve guessed that she would’ve felt vulnerable in this position. Like she was on display. Which, partly, she did. She did feel on display as Lucky hovered over her while she lay spread-eagle beneath him. But, instead of feeling shy or embarrassed, she had the opposite effect going on. She was filled with a newfound confidence. She felt emboldened and powerful.

  “Take off your bra.” His instruction was short and clipped, and his jaw ticked. He looked like a man teetering on the edge, and Deanna was enjoying that she was the one who’d put him there.

  As she sat partway upright so she could reach behind her back to unsnap her bra, she deliberately spread her thighs even farther apart.

  “Damn,” he hissed.

  Dipping her head, she smiled as the clasp unhooked beneath her fingertips. Then she took her time as she pulled it down her arms and tossed it beside the couch. Slowly, she lowered herself back against the pillow and waited for Lucky’s next request.

  Her body was alive with sensation and he wasn’t even touching her. Tingles of bliss were rolling over her in powerful waves. Her center was throbbing with a needy ache. Every second that passed turned the level of her arousal up by hundreds of degrees. She was so turned on by his few orders and her lying completely bare in front of him that, if she just squeezed her thighs together, she could come without her hand, her toy, or any part of Lucky other than his intensely sexy gaze assisting her.

  Moving with the agility, grace, and confidence of the world-champion athlete that he was, he positioned himself between her legs and lifted her hips so her dewy core was lined up with his shaft.

  She lost herself completely in the erotic sight of their bodies aligning intimately. He was so big and strong. Though she was no wilting flower, she looked small and feminine in contrast to his size and virility. It was making her dizzy with lust.

  “Deanna,” Lucky barked.

  Her eyes shot up to his, which were devoid of even the slightest hint of the playful, joking, easygoing guy he was ninety percent of the time. The man staring down at her exuded authority, command, and invincibility. Like nothing and no one could ever hurt him. On the flip side, his eyes also shined with care and protectiveness. As she looked in his eyes, she felt like nothing and no one could ever hurt her.

  “I’m holding on by a very thin thread, and once I’m inside you, I’m not going to last long. I want to take my time and make love to you, and I will. But not right now. Right now, I’m going to fuck you, and it’s going to be hard and it’s going to be fast.”

  At his candid words, she felt the telltale signs of release building in her lower body. She was as close as, if not closer than, he was, and her thighs were quivering with anticipation of what was to come.

  “Is that—” he began.

  “Yes!” She nodded emphatically. “Yes. Please, fu—”

  Before she could finish her request, he entered her fully in one deep thrust, impaling her with his rock-hard manhood.

  “—ck me,” she finished hoarsely when he stilled.

  As he filled her completely, his fingers dug so hard into her hips that it was almost painful. But instead of crossing that threshold, his grip intensified the pleasure exploding through her.

  Slowly, he pulled out of her body before slamming into her again. Then again. And again. With each thrust, her body soared to a higher level of decadent ecstasy. Reaching down, she wrapped her fingers around his forearm, needing to touch him and also anchor herself to her reality. She feared that, if she didn’t, she’d freefall into some alternate universe; like she’d be sucked into a sexual wormhole.

  “Yes, yes, yes.” Her pleading voice sounded far away.

  Just when the pleasure was so intense that she wasn’t sure she could handle it, her climax erupted with cataclysmic force. Like a volcano that’d been dormant for thousands of years. White flashes of light burst beneath her closed eyes as she rode out the blinding, rhythmic convulsions of her frenzied release.

  When she started coming back to her senses, she opened her eyes to find Lucky’s hips pumping as he drove into her in one last powerful thrust. He groaned as his entire body seized with white-hot completion.

  She was so happy that she’d come to—or, actually, come out of her fog—in time to watch him. He was so incredible, so powerful. Deanna was thankful she’d have that image permanently imprinted on her brain.

  When his muscles finally relaxed, he collapsed on top of her. She wrapped her arms around him, luxuriating in the feeling of the weight of his body on top of her while he was still buried deep inside her.

  For some reason, tears began to form in her eyes. She wasn’t sure if it was because she’d just had the hottest sex of her life with the hottest guy on the planet, or if it was because she was pretty sure she was in love with the hottest guy on the planet, who she’d just shared the hottest sex of her life with.

  She tried to articulate what she was feeling, but all that came out was, “That was…so…incredible.”

  Lifting his head so that his forehead rested on hers, he grinned. And just like that, the easygoing, joking-around, laid-back guy was back.

  “That was just round one.”

  Deanna’s eyes widened. She didn’t know how much more of this she could take. It felt s
o good that it was almost too good.

  “I don’t think I ca—”

  Lucky’s mouth covered hers in a kiss that made her forget any reservations. She lost herself in him, and she had a feeling that he lost himself in her, too.

  Chapter 18

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  Be careful what you wish for.

  All of Deanna’s life, she’d wanted to have sisters. Or at least one sister. She’d wanted to have friends like The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. Mackenzie was great and the closest thing she’d ever had to a “best friend,” but she’d only seen her when she visited her aunt and her uncle in the summer.

  Now, as she stood in the doorway and looked over the sea of women who were congregated for the book club Tessa had invited her to, she thought that her childhood dream might’ve been overrated. Give her a burning building to run into any day over running into this potential disaster.

  The only reason she’d accepted the invitation was because she’d spent the entire day trying not to think about Lucky. Lucky and, more specifically, the night of debauchery they’d engaged in last night.

  Holy hot tamale! That man knew how to push every one of her buttons. And some she didn’t even know she had. Between his rock-hard body, his masterful hands, his commanding authority, and his provocative words, she felt like she’d spent six hours in an alternate universe of acute pleasure. She’d experienced it and it still seemed unbelievable to her.

  And that was just last night. This morning, she woke up wrapped in Lucky’s arms as he spooned her, his hands rubbing up and down her body. His mouth was kissing her neck, and an impossible-to-ignore hard-on was pressed against her lower back. It was hands down the best way to wake up. Ever.

  Who needed Folgers when you had Lucky?

  Deanna’s cheeks heated, and she shifted her weight from foot to foot as a certain area between her legs tingled at the memory. Oh, who was she kidding? Her entire body tingled at the memory.

  After they’d gone for round four in the shower, she’d told him that she had a lot to do today and asked him to leave. In all honesty, she’d had nothing to do, but everything had felt like it was happening so fast that she’d needed a little space to get some perspective.