Page 14 of A Lucky Shot

The clean, musky scent of him was heady. His smooth skin slid over her tongue, his eyes glassy as he watched her take him. She wanted to touch him everywhere.

Her fingers fanned over the front of his thigh, wrapping around his hips and down the cleft of his ass, and she felt a thrum of pleasure when he gasped at her light touch. She brushed over the tight ring of muscle, gently tugging on his balls, her fingers playing with the soft skin between, and his thighs opened to give her better access.

Well, well, well. Looks like they both knew what they liked. She hummed in appreciation as she let her exploration continue.

“That’s right, baby,” he whispered. “Faster.”

He was getting close. She could feel it, his glutes tightening and hips jerking. She let out a small noise of dissent from deep in her throat and slowed down, gripping the base of his cock, eyes watering.

Please don’t come in my hair. She pulled back and asked a question she knew the answer to. “Do you want to come on my tits?” she asked sweetly.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned in response, and she worked him with her hand for the last seconds, rubbing the head over her nipples until he spent himself, hot jets painting her cleavage. He sagged against the wall, forehead pressed to his arm and chest heaving as he caught his breath. “You are full of surprises,” he gasped, hand still firmly in her curls as the last shudders rolled over his body.

Instead of ducking to the washroom for a towel, he pushed her back to his bed, and licked every drop he’d marked her with. Again, he trapped her hands over her head, his other hand teasing her clit, and when she was clean of him, sucked and bit the oversensitive rosy peaks of her nipples until she crashed under his hand again.

That was hot. Unexpectedly hot. All of it. This man, whose name she’d just learned, who she’d never see again, was blowing her mind. They moved in perfect tandem, like they’d danced together for years. No need to hold back. Every reason to let go and let the pleasure of the night guide them.

The length of their bodies pressed together, even as she tried to pull him closer, his taste musky on his tongue, and she felt him hardening against her again.

She had to give it to him. He had impressive stamina.

“I’m going to fuck you now.”

He grabbed a condom from his bedside table, moving slowly, as if giving her time to demur. Cass nodded with drunken eyes and spread her legs farther. The condom was on in one swift motion, and he rolled onto his back, pulling her to straddle him, and immediately her knee resisted at the sharp angle.

“Not like this,” she said, embarrassed to kill the mood, “but do you want me on my knees?” The mattress would be cushioned enough, and she turned around.

“Yes, but not now.” He slid his arm around her hips, flipping her onto her back in one fluid motion. “I want to look at your beautiful face when I make you come on my cock.”

Her stomach fluttered. He probably wanted to look at her spectacular tits, but it felt good to hear him say it, anyway. She wiggled lower and wrapped her thighs around his hips. He pushed into her with one thrust, and a sharp cry ripped from her throat. It was intense, almost painful. Enough to bring her to the edge in less than a minute.

“Stop, too much,” she breathed into his ear.

He thrust into her harder in response. “I don’t fucking think so.”

Perfect.

He drove into her with punishing strokes. Hard and deep, the sound of their skin slapping filling the space around them. Tremors built in her core, and he wrapped his fingers around the back of her neck to force her gaze up. His hand worked between them, applying the perfect amount of pressure on her clit, and she tightened around him with a gasp.

“Fuck, yes. Come for me.”

For the first time in her life, she was going to come on command. She obeyed, arching back and clenching around him as he drove her over the edge.

“Jesus, you’re so fucking pretty when you come,” he panted. “Hold on, baby.”

She was spent, with no strength to hold anything, but she wrapped her arms around him as he drove her into the mattress, his teeth on her neck as he came apart over her.

The tang of their sex hung heavy in the air. The only sounds were their racing breaths and the rustle of the sheets as the last spasms rolled through his body on top of her. He withdrew to his back, legs splayed and one arm shielding his eyes, skin golden and smooth and radiating with a light sheen of sweat and satisfaction.

Cass shifted to her side, trailing her fingers over the ridge of his hip. “You are really good at this,” she said. “All of it. No notes, would recommend.”

Josh burst out laughing, eyes hidden behind the crook of his elbow, teeth flashing in the dark. “Only glowing reviews on my end, too,” he said when he got a hold of himself. “You are fucking fantastic. Every inch of you. Stay here.”

She traced a circle on the sheet, the rest of the covers lost to the floor and crumpled around them, and watched his perfect ass cross the room. She felt heavy, liquid. Like she could curl up and fall asleep against his solid angles. He was funny and was as obsessed with movies as she was. He argued with her without condescending, even when they had disagreed, then took all control the minute she gave permission. They fit together so well. She couldn’t remember a more perfect night.

He returned from the bathroom a moment later and handed her a warm washcloth, and reclined back on the bed, his hand trailing along her hips into the crease of her thigh.

He spread before her like a feast. She’d never seen someone so masculine before. Usually something broke the spell: curly eyelashes she’d kill for, or soft eyes. But everything about him was so aggressively male, all hard angles, and taut muscles. Even his smooth chest made it easier to count his abs and trace his defined pecs, his ribs a razor’s edge beckoning for her fingertips. Fine, straight lashes closed over those icy green eyes. Firm, narrow mouth, edges curled slightly, that fit so well against the soft fullness of her own lips, but she pulled back from the urge to press her mouth to his again.

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