Page 71 of Lucky Strike

Undeterred, I duck beneath that enormous hoodie and suck her nipple into my mouth like a druggie desperate for a hit.

She moans, letting me for a second, and then she pushes me away, fixing her top. “Wecannotdo this here.” Climbing over her, I fit my mouth to hers again and she laughs, muffled by my increasingly desperate kisses. “Lucky!"

"I wish I was inside you,” I whisper, showing her, moving slowly back and forth. “You, and only you.”

Halfway up the steps,I reach down and adjust my dick before it pokes a hole in my shorts. Bria looks over with a smirk, but she can’t hide the desire burning in those big, brown eyes.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” she says once we’re back on the deck. Rising on tiptoe, she presses a kiss to my cheek. “So I don’t get sand in my bed.”

I squeeze her hand and let her go, telling myself that this is fine, that the fact she’s letting me kiss her at all is miles from where we started. That I don’t even deserve her after the multiple ways I hurt her, that I could still hurt her.

After turning off the lights and locking up the house, I decide to take a shower too. I start to jack myself off like I’ve been doing every night this week, but I can’t concentrate. Not after that goofy, but hot, make out session on the beach. Not when I know that she wants me the way I want her.

I find myself outside Bria’s room, my skin still damp. The strip of light beneath her door tells me she hasn’t gone to sleep yet, so I knock quietly.

She opens the door with a shy smile. “Hey.”

“Hey.” I touch her hand. “Can I come in?”

Biting her lip, she leans against the door jamb. “Things will change.”

“They’ve already changed.” I come in slowly, giving her time to stop me. When she doesn’t, I shut the door and pull her close, kissing her as she wraps her arms around my neck. “Or maybe they never changed and that’s why I can’t stop thinking about you.”

She hums softly, pulling back to look at me.

“Do you think about this?” My hands drift down to her ass as I walkher back toward the bed. “I’ve been thinking about it since the day you moved in.”

She laughs huskily. “You hid it well.”

“I was trying to do the right thing.”

“Until you saw me with Sawyer, anyway,” she teases, flattening her hands on my chest.

I roll my eyes. “Don’t remind me.”

“I never took you for the jealous type.”

“He’s been sniffing around you since high school,” I grouse. “What did you expect?”

“Aw, I like Sawyer. He’s so?—”

“Nice and sweet. Yes, I know.” I wrap one of her damp curls around my finger and give it a pull. “You don’t like sweet as much as you think you do.”

“I don’t?” She bats my hand away. “What do I like, then?”

Squeezing her ass, I lift her and toss her onto the bed. She giggles, bouncing, and I go back to the door, locking it just in case. Then, bracing my hand on the bed, I lean down and give her a deeply indecent kiss that leaves no room for confusion. “You like this.” I pull down the neck of her shirt, kissing the dip of her throat. “And this.” I nibble on her earlobe, tugging it with my teeth.

And then I climb onto her, settling between her soft thighs. It’s like boarding school all over again, when we’d sneak away late at night to the woods or my car. We’d make out forever, dry humping savagely until we came through our clothes in a dizzy explosion of gasps and groans.

I’m as desperate for Bria now as I was then, grinding against her while I take her mouth so deeply she can barely breathe. She runs her fingers through my hair, tugging as I drag my mouth down her throat, shuddering when I suck the delicate skin into bruises. I drop kisses along her collarbone and over her chest, teasing her nipples through her t-shirt with my tongue until she’s writhing beneath me.

Keeping my eyes on hers, I hook my fingers into her shorts and tug. She lifts her hips, watching with a dark, hungry gaze that makes my heart pound. I peel off her panties and glide my hands up the interior of her thighs, spreading them for my perusal. I grin when she gets goosebumps, glancing up at her, and she bites her lip, a tiny smile playing at her mouth.

Running my nose up her thighs, I press my tongue against the seam of her. She opens like a flower, a slick shell-pink, and I inhale her sweet musk deeply, circling her clit with the tip of my tongue. “You love this,” I whisper.I love this, too.

“Oh God,” she moans, threading her fingers through my hair as I lick her from top to bottom. It’s an exploration, a reacquaintance, dipping into her with my tongue, nibbling her clit, teasing her as she squirms. But then she starts losing control, her body rocking, those breathy little moans getting louder. I slide two fingers inside her wet heat, fucking her with them as I suck her.

“Don’t stop, Lucky …” Her hips jerk as I eat her, relentless with my fingers and my mouth. I can taste it, how close she is. “Please don’t stop!”

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