Page 59 of Lucky Star

“Gotta love Shanna,” I said, carrying our luggage to the house.

Sarah followed, bringing me up to speed on the rest of her conversation with our boss’s wife. Apparently, she’d had a few additional things to say about her husband, the studio, and their idiocy. “She told me she’s going to try to get Broderick to call the whole thing off. I don’t have high hopes though. If it were just him, Shanna could fix things, but with Aerin involved too, there’s no way that’ll happen.”

She was probably right, but in the meantime, I’d do some back channel investigating of my own.

When we reached the front entrance, Sarah typed in the security code, and I nudged the door open with my boot.

“Holy shit,” I murmured, stepping over the threshold.

Behind me, Sarah gasped. “Well, fuck me.”

The ceiling, lined in gleaming wood planks, soared twenty feet above us. To our right was a true chef’s kitchen, featuring state-of-the appliances in brushed stainless steel. To our left, two mid-century modern sofas flanked a floor-to-ceiling stacked-stone fireplace with a thick, rough-hewn wood mantle. Above it rested a television the size of a small car.

The house was one of the nicest I’d ever been in—a perfect mix of classic, modern, and rustic—but it was nothing compared to the view outside. Giant, floor-to-ceiling windows framed a redwood deck that led to the forest just beyond, while a narrow boardwalk wound its way through a tangle of ferns toward to the beach.

I dropped our bags inside the door and turned to Sarah with a huge grin on my face. “You hit the jackpot, baby.”

I spread my arms wide, and she launched herself into them, wrapping her legs around my waist and planting a full, open-mouthed kiss on my lips. I held her tight and walked us over to the couch as she ran her tongue down my neck, nipping and sucking on my skin. I sat down with a thud, her body straddling mine. Sarah touched and explored me as best she could through all the layers of clothing I wore before letting out a frustrated groan.

“I think we’re both wearing too many clothes,” I said, tugging my jacket down my arms.

Before it was even off, Sarah dove back in for another kiss. As much as I looked forward to having her naked and underneath me, I didn’t mind the kissing so much. It felt amazing after so long to savor her the way I’d wanted to.

I palmed the globes of her ass and rocked her along the length of my cock. She moaned into my mouth and pressed down on me harder. Reaching for the waistband of her leggings, I dipped my fingers just below the elastic and moaned low in the back of my throat when I felt her bare skin. Not wanting to wait another moment, I began to drag her pants down, but she stopped me.

“Let’s just enjoy this for a second,” she whispered, rocking against me, slow and steady, back and forth.

I gripped her hips and held her still. “You feel so fucking good,” I managed to say through a haze of desire so thick I could barely breathe. “I want to fuck you so damn bad.”

I lifted my hips and pictured my cock moving in and out of her as she rocked over me. Eventually, her eyes went glassy, her breathing hitched, and Sarah came apart in my arms. Capturing her lips with mine, I swallowed down her orgasm.

Her face flushed with satisfaction, she slid down onto her knees in front of me. Dragging her nails up my thigh, she teased them over the bulge in my pants before continuing upward. When she reached the button of my jeans, she popped it effortlessly and lowered my zipper inch by excruciating inch, drawing it out. Finally, she tugged at the elastic waistband of my boxer briefs, and my cock sprung free. I held my breath as she leaned forward and dragged her tongue along the length of it. Reaching my crown, she looked up at me, her eyes hot and greedy.

“I want you to fuck my mouth.”

Oh, Christ, she was going to kill me. I’d been imagining her perfect pink lips wrapped tight around my dick since Vancouver, and she knew it.

She set her mouth to my skin and then eased downward, taking in every thick inch of me in. She sucked her cheeks in around my flesh and hummed, the vibrations adding to the feel of her hot, wicked mouth sheathing me tight. When she took me deep, I pumped harder and faster, thrusting into that wet, warm heaven.

“Oh fuck … I’m going to come.” I speared my hands into her hair as my cock jerked and twitched in her mouth. When she rolled my balls in the palm of her hand, my orgasm broke loose. Roaring her name, I came hard, shooting my hot, salty cum down her throat.

Sarah swallowed everything I gave her, confident in the power she held over me, knowing she that could reduce me to a writhing, panting, incoherent mess like no one else ever had.

I pulled her up and claimed her mouth, tasting myself on her tongue. I kissed her with all the pent-up emotion I’d been holding back. Eventually, I broke the kiss and shifted our positions so that Sarah took my spot on the sofa and I knelt before her.

Taking her foot in my hand, I began to undo the laces of her boots.

“What are you doing?”

“Shh.” I threw her boots behind me, and they hit the ground with a thud.

Running my hands up her legs, I tortured Sarah with slow, steady strokes until I reached the warm, damp juncture of her thighs. I could smell her arousal through the cotton of her leggings, and it made my mouth water in anticipation of her honey on my tongue. Sliding the fabric down her legs, I tossed them over my shoulder to join her boots on the other side of the room.

“Fuck, I love it when you don’t wear underwear.” I lowered my face to nuzzle into the thatch of red curls between her legs.

Sarah squirmed as I teased my way around her pussy with soft kisses, and before long, she begged me to use my tongue.

“Just like that,” she said, when I licked the evidence of her arousal clean.

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