Lucky Between the Sheets: An Anthology of Stories that Get to the Point

by L. A. Boruff

  “Mhmm,” a sly grin ticks her lips as she bends back over the desk. “I really like that.”

  Loving the way her bare ass looks bent over my desk, I can’t help but caress it while pulling my drawer open for a condom. I drop it next to her barely touched glass and single-handedly undo my jeans. Over her shoulder, her eyes are on me the whole time I drop my pants and boxer briefs, my cock springing out and immediately searching for her wet heat.

  She bites her lip with lust in her eyes, her tempting ass swaying only inches in front of me. My hand leaves her for a moment to drop down a light smack. Her eyes close briefly as she jumps, a challenge in her green orbs when they reopen.

  “That all you got?”

  My cock jumps at her taunt, begging to impale her tight cunt like no one else. The next few seconds are a blur as I rip open the condom and slide it on, lining myself up with her glistening entrance. I slide my mushroom tip through her slick juices, up and down through her lips, making her moan with each pass over her still sensitive clit.

  “Dominick,” she murmurs. “It’s not nice to tease.”

  I pull my shirt up as I lean over her back, letting her feel the heat of my body as I line up with her center once again. My right hand folds over hers on the edge of the desk as I ask, “Who’s teasing?” Before she can open her mouth to respond, I grip her hip and thrust deep. Her back arches as she pushes back, her mouth falling open as her head falls on my shoulder once again.

  I pull out slowly, drawing a subtle moan from her sweet lips as I leave in just the head. “I’m sorry, were you going to say something?”

  Her eyes narrow at me over her shoulder and her mouth opens, just as I thrust again. The slap of my pelvis hitting her ass is exclimated by a resounding, “Fuck,” falling from her pretty little lips.

  I pull out again. “I’m sorry, that was rude. What were you saying?”

  Watching that challenge come alive in her eyes is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. She says nothing as her hands grip the desk tighter and catches me off guard, impaling herself on my cock. A reluctant groan is forced out of me as my hand tightens on her hip.

  “I’m sorry,” she mocks, rotating her hips. “That was rude. You were saying?”

  “You better hold the fuck on.”

  I push her back to the desk, her moans driving me as I continuously thrust into her. I stay bent over her as my balls slap against her clit, further spurring her on.

  “Fuck, don’t stop,” she moans.

  “Not planning on it.”

  My mouth latches onto the back of her neck as I pump into her with short, hard thrusts. Fuck! She’s so tight, so wet. If she were the last woman on Earth, I’d die a happy fucking man buried deep in her pussy. Fuck, even if she weren’t the last woman on Earth. She’s just too good. The perfect mix of external innocence and internal freak. I’m not even done with her now, and I can’t wait to have her again.

  Needing to see her eyes, I thrust hard once more and pull out. Her bright eyes pop open in indignation until I flip her over to lay on her back. My hands grip her thighs as I spread her legs, her eyes on me as her chest rises and falls with each breath.

  Unable to help myself, I drop to one knee and drag my tongue through her slick folds. Her legs try to close around my head, but my hands keep her splayed open. Damn, she’s just as good as I thought she’d taste, the sweetest kind of honey. I fasten my lips around her as my tongue laps up her juices. So fucking sweet. Her moans of pleasure only spur me on as my tongue flicks over her clit incessantly.

  Apparently having had enough, her hands grip the top of my shirt and pull at me. I leave her sweet cunt reluctantly, but before I leave the floor, I pull her shoes and jeans all the way off her legs. Getting back to my feet, I lean over and thrust back into her. Her hands still on my shirt wrap around my neck to pull me down to her, kissing me savagely. She pulls my tongue into her mouth, wrapping her legs around my waist as she fights to meet me thrust for thrust. My hands are anchored to her hips as I pound into her.

  Those nails I thought were blunt have a bite to them as they claw at my back, the motion of our savage coupling dropping multiple items from my desk. Fuck ‘em all. As long as the damn desk itself doesn’t break we’ll keep on going.

  All too soon, Addison’s lips break from mine as her back bows, her head falling back exposing the beautiful lines of her neck that I immediately latch onto.

  “Fuck,” she moans. “Dominick. I’m coming.”

  Her words press the trigger to my own impending orgasm as my balls tighten up and my spine tingles. I lose the rhythm of my thrusts as I continue to pound into her ever tightening channel.

  “Urghbahhh.” With one last thrust, I groan, “Fuck.” My cock swelling and ejecting my cum into the condom. I swear my soul leave my body as we shake with aftershocks. I hold her to me, pressing small kisses up her neck speckled with my bites and hickeys. As my breathing slows down, her eyes lock onto mine. A future with her in my arms plays out in my head as I look from her face to her neck.

  In all my years of having sex, I’ve never marked a woman without permission. And definitely not on her neck like some fucking caveman for the world to see. But for some odd reason, that’s exactly what I feel in this moment. I want the world to see her as mine. Shit, maybe even ours. The only reason I came back here was because of what Kelan told me. Would that be something she’d be up for? Something beyond a one-night threesome? And what the fuck is she going to think about all those marks?

  Addison lifts a hand from my back to run through my hair, the move so unexpected my eyes close, as I nuzzle her wrist. Her voice is soft when she says, “By how...aggressive, you were on my neck, I’m going to assume there are a few marks. Am I right?”

  She doesn’t stop threading her fingers through my hair and I’m finding it hard to concentrate. I think I mumble a yes. I just came harder than I ever have in my life, does she really want me to answer questions now?

  “Well then I guess it’s only fair that I mark you. Hmm?”

  I’m still nuzzling her wrist as I hum in agreement. Somehow, Addison finds the strength to sit up, effectively ejecting my now limp penis from it’s nice warm home. I lay my head over her shoulder as she continues to play with my hair, her lips leaving soft kisses on my neck. The shock of her tongue leaving a thin wet line up the length of my neck that quickly cools with the central air in the room is what wakes me from my post-sex haze.

  Addison’s eyes are shining as I lift myself off of her, her lips in a sated smile.

  “What happened to marking me?” I ask her, taking a careful step back with my pants around my ankles. My hands subconsciously find her exposed thighs, kneading the supple flesh as goosebumps start to appear.

  “We have all night.” She shrugs. “And you still need to work. I think I’m going to take a nap.”

  My mouth breaks out into a smile without my approval. How can this girl be an absolute freak one minute, and completely demure the next?

  “In a sec,” I tell her. Opening the second drawer, I grab a washcloth and pull my pants up while I’m down there, leaving them just far down enough to not have another mess to clean up. Holding up my pants, I walk into the bathroom and turn on the warm water, letting the cloth soak before ringing it out. While I’m in there, I flush the condom, rinse myself off, and tuck myself away before going back out to Addison.

  “Orgasms and pampering,” she murmurs appreciatively. “Now whatever did I do to deserve such treatment?”

  “Obviously I’m hoping for a repeat performance.” I wink.

  A small laugh leaves her as she spreads her legs, dropping her head back when the warm cloth touches her center. “Keep this up and that’s more than guaranteed.”

  I keep my laugh to myself. Little does she know I plan on doing a whole lot more than this. Hopefully, between me and Kelan, she’ll decide to stick around. And if not, well… I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve.

  6

  Kelan

 
When Dominick comes out of the back room almost forty-five minutes later, with a self-satisfied grin on his face, I can’t even be mad at him. The bar hadn't gotten too crazy since he'd taken his "break", and the sorority girls had finally left. Not that their large tip wasn't appreciated. When he sees me staring at him as I clean off the beer spilled by one of the patrons, he doesn’t even try to wipe the smirk off his face. He does, however, get grilled by Olivia as soon as she comes by with her empty tray.

  "What the hell were you doing back there for so long?"

  "Really, Liv?" My brow raises on its own, bad habit I seem to have picked up from our little redhead in the back.

  Olivia rolls her eyes. "Seriously, Dominick?" She rounds the bar and punches her brother in the arm. "You guys can not keep screwing the clientele. And I happen to like this one."

  "Then what's the problem?" Dominick asks around a laugh.

  "The problem," Olivia enunciate slowly as if he's mentally challenged. "Is that she just got out of a relationship. She didn't come here to screw the bartender."

  "Didn't stop it from happening," Dominick says while tying his apron as if it's of no consequence to him.

  "Ugh. You're such an idiot."

  "Relax, Liv." Dominick throws his arm over her shoulder. "We'll be gentle. Probably."

  "Probably not," I add as I hand a customer his bill and card.

  "Unbelievable." She shakes her head. "You too?"

  I shrug, running the customers card through the machine. "Not our usual type, but she's got a certain...spunk to her."

  "I'll say," Dominick agrees, making a customer’s drink.

  "Whatever. Just don't fuck this up. We've already exchanged numbers, and I'd like to see her again."

  With that, she pours three draft beers and heads out onto the floor.

  I wait until all of the customers at the bar are situated with a drink before saying anything to Dom.

  "So, you and Addison?"

  "Had some fun," he responds. "She'll be coming back to the apartment with us."

  "I already invited her," I tell him. "But it's good to know that's still the plan." He laughs. "So what's she doing now?"

  "Taking a nap." The cocky shit smirks. "It's safe to say I tired her out."

  "Or the emotional roller coaster she's been through today tired her out and she's just now feeling it."

  He rolls his eyes as he hands the customer their drink as if that couldn't possibly be it. I love Dominick like a brother, but he has a tendency to be a bit of a cocky bastard when the mood suits him. And apparently, this mood suits him just fine.

  "You know, they do say that the best way to get over someone is to get under someone new," he tells me.

  "That gleam in your eye doesn't say that you're just in this to help her get over the prick."

  He shrugs, wiping his hands on his apron. "Addison's different. We need a bit of different, don't you think?"

  I only grunt in response. Sadly, he's right. Addison is different. She seemed a bit reluctant to talk about herself earlier, but what girl wouldn’t when approached by a total stranger. Practically manhandled, actually, not that she seemed to mind aside from the initial huffing she did. She definitely has more substance to her than the usual girls we go for. And this isn't the first time settling down has crossed my mind. I want a family eventually, a wife to come home to, but where does Dom fit into that picture? He technically saw her first, I'm the one who swept in and stole a moment with her.

  And who says this goes any further than tonight? Maybe she's just an itch that Dominick wants to scratch. I'll leave that as a problem for another day. She's obviously had a chance to be with both of us individually, and she's still open to being with both of us, between us. I say let's let tonight happen and let the chips fall where they may.

  The rest of the night goes easy. We don't get too many more customers, and the ones we did have start leaving around ten. Even with it being a Friday, they apparently have other places to be tonight. Not like that's anything new. We're too low key to be the main attraction. We're good for a pre-game, maybe even to grab a drink on the way home, but we're not the party destination, and that's how we like it.

  When there's only a half an hour left until closing, there are only a few stragglers left in the bar. Two guys on opposite ends of the bar, and a group of guys at a table. We let Ethan leave at two, so when Olivia and I start cleaning off tables and flipping over chairs, the guys at the table signal they want to close out. I let Liv take it as I finish up. Once they’re gone, Dominick closes out the tabs of the two at the bar and starts cleaning up. When it's only the three of us left, Liv takes a seat at the bar and levels us with a look.

  "What's with the glare, Liv?" Dominick asks over his shoulder while he closes out the register, seeing her reflection in the mirror.

  “I have to go back there to get my jacket,” she grumbles. “Am I going to see anything I don’t want to?”

  Dominick shrugs, moving to close out the other register. “I doubt it. She was fully dressed and resting peacefully when I left her.”

  “Will it smell like sex in there?”

  Dominick rolls his eyes, grabbing the bags of cash and receipts to put in the safe. “We invested in a central air system for a reason, Liv. God, don’t be such a prude.”

  “How the hell is me not wanting to smell your stank-ass sweat sex being a prude?”

  “Christ sakes,” I grumble, moving across the room. “You two argue more now than you did when we were kids. I’ll go get your shit.”

  “Thanks, Kelan!”

  I keep grumbling under my breath as I stomp down the hallway. Fucking idiots. Dominick still has to come back here to put the money in the safe, and Olivia will likely have to use the bathroom before she leaves like always. All they’ve done is given me more time to spend with Addison. Even if it is only a few seconds while they realize all of this.

  Seconds after I step into the office, leaving the door open behind me, more footsteps come walking down the hall.

  Idiots.

  Shaking my head, I walk over to the couch where Addison’s lying curled up on her side. Her jacket acts as a small blanket over her shoulders, stopping just under the curve of her ass. I take a seat by her bent legs just as Dominick comes in with the money bags.

  I rest my hand on the curve of her hip and send him a wink as he walks across the room to the safe.

  “Getting cozy?”

  I shrug. “Just about to wake her up actually.”

  “No need,” Oliva comments as she walks in, going straight to the bathroom. “She’s already awake. You’re both idiots.”

  My gaze trails up her body until I meet her half-closed eyes. I smirk. “Waiting to catch us saying something wrong?”

  “Not really,” she murmurs. Her arms move out from under her head as she turns onto her back, extending over her head as she closes her eyes and stretches out. A small moan leaves her as she relaxes against the arm of the couch, her gaze locking back on me. “I’m just a very light sleeper.”

  Addison crosses her arms over her chest now that her jacket’s a puddle on her lap. Her pale arms are exposed due to the dark tank top she’s now wearing. I wonder if she took her shirt off before or after Dominick came in here earlier.

  “See something you like?” she asks with that raised brow.

  My lips quirk in a quick grin as I pointedly look at the swell of her breasts. “Maybe.”

  She smiles in turn before pulling her legs out from behind me and dropping them in my lap. “So what’s the plan?”

  The slamming of the safe drags our attention across the room to where Dominick looks rather proud of himself for a successful distraction.

  "Well, after we get my sister out of here, we'll finish closing up and take you back to our place."

  "If you're still okay with that," I add.

  That damn brow raises again. "I wouldn't be here if I wasn't."

  Before I can say anything else, Olivia comes back out of the
bathroom. "Don't let these idiots talk you into doing anything you don't want to."

  As Olivia walks over to the small closet to grab her stuff, Addison responds, "Oh, they haven’t. It was my idea."

  "Gross." Olivia shakes her head as she pulls on her long black jacket. "Whatev's, I'm out of here. Don't forget to text me, tomorrow, Addison. I want none of the details, but I do want to make sure you get home safe. They're not known to chop people up and sell their body parts on the black market, but you never know."

  "You've been watching too many Criminal Minds reruns, Liv," Dominick scoffs.

  "Just because you don't see it, doesn't mean it don’t happen," Olivia tells him. "Anywho, later sex fiends."

  With those parting words, Olivia leaves the room and heads out of the bar, hopefully going straight home.

  "So, little red," Dominick says as he walks over. "You ready to head out?"

  "Let's do it."

  Needing no more prompting, Addison pulls her graphic shirt back on before pulling on her jean jacket and grabbing her bag off the floor. Dominick tosses me my jacket from the closet and soon, the three of us are walking out of the office, shutting off lights as we go. We lock up the bar and hop on the F heading into Manhattan. Thankfully, we always manage to leave the bar at just the right time so that we're not standing on that tall ass platform in the sky for too long.

  As always, there's barely a soul on the train at this time of night, or morning, depending on your point of view. We take a seat in the middle of the car with Addison between us and fill the ride back to Manhattan getting to know each other better. For whatever odd reason, now that we're not behind a bar, Addison opens up a bit more.

  All too soon our stop comes up and Addison’s following us out of the station and down to our apartment on West 4th street. We head up to the second floor, Dominick ahead of Addison and I, keys already out and working on the locks. Like the showman he is, he sweeps his arm out after turning on the lights, welcoming Addison into our apartment.