Page 23 of Getting Lucky in London

“I loved it.” He stood, dug his wallet from his back pocket, and pulled out a condom.

“Nope.” I grabbed it from him. “Let me.”

Smiling, he toed off his shoes and shucked his jeans and underwear before I was on my knees. I sat back on my heels and looked at him. “God, you’re beautiful.”

All sinewy with grooves cut to define every muscle. Hair sprinkled between his pecs, and a dark feathery trail sent my focus to the thick shaft roped with pulsing veins. A trickle of pre-cum wept from the slit of the broad head.

Curling my fingers around the base of his cock, I rose on my knees to lick the tip but stopped short and peered up at him.

Stormy gray eyes watched me intently from beneath heavy lids. “You don’t have to ask for my permission. I’m in.”

A bubble of laughter died before it escaped as I bent to flick my tongue over the spongy tip. His salty essence rolled over my taste buds. Another glance up at him, all dark and enthralled, encouraged me to lick around the ridge, lubing the hot, velvety skin before taking him into my mouth.

A long breath escaped his lips, and he rolled his hips to slide deeper. He gathered my hair from her face with one hand and used it to pull me closer. “Feels so good.”

His praise spurred me on, and I concentrated on transforming thatgoodto fucking spectacular. Angling my head, I took him to the back of my throat until my lips met my hand. Swirling my tongue along the length, I swallowed.

His hips pumped forward, forcing me to open my throat, but he quickly backed off, and I took up a slow in and out, bobbing my head and twisting to give him as much tongue action as possible. Pausing on the in, I held him as deep as I could, for as long as I could. On the out, I sucked in my cheeks.

“Bloody hell.” He moaned. “Take it all. Suck harder.”

His fingers fisted in my hair, pushing and pulling. He thrust faster, his breathing harsh. I kept up with his tempo, holding onto his thighs for balance. His excitement incited mine. Making him want more made me want to work harder to please him.

And I wanted to ride the high with him. I reached between my legs.

“No.” Using my hair to hold me in place, he backed out of my mouth. “I want to come inside you. Put the condom on me.”

I grabbed the condom, opened the wrapper, and encased his cock in one easy roll. Before I could blink, he hauled me up from the floor and walked me backward a few short feet into the living room. He stopped behind the sofa, spun me to face it, and placed a hand between my shoulders, guiding me over the back.

“Spread your legs.” His cock teased my entrance, and his fingers dug into my hips. “I hope you’re ready. I can’t wait.”

Hands braced on the cushioned seat, I tilted my hips, wiggled against him, and peered over my shoulder. “Then don’t.”

Plunging hard and deep, the tip of his cock hit just the right spot. I moaned. “Fuck.”

He didn’t give me time to adjust, but I didn’t need it. My pussy was dripping wet and hungry for the man I’d wanted for too many years. I didn’t need or want gentle.

As if reading my mind, he slammed into me, harder, faster. His balls slapped against my clit, heightening the pleasure.

“So…fucking…good.” Each word was punctuated with a hard thrust. “Don’t…want…it to…end.”

Neither did I, but the tightening in my core warned me I was close. I reached between my legs to strum my clit but lost my balance. I slapped my palm back on the cushion to keep from falling.

He hissed and gripped me tighter. “I’ve got you. Do it. Make yourself come.”

Trying again, I found my center and rubbed. Heat blossomed from my core and spread like wildfire through my body. My inner walls clutched at him, making the friction of his thrusts even more delicious.

“Harder,” I begged.

He pounded into me, and when I shuddered through the last of the earth-shattering orgasm and lay my head on the cool leather, he grunted, lodged deep, and roared his release.

I’d never felt so thoroughly fucked. Or aware of my partner. Michael surpassed all my fantasies and then some. But at what cost? I knew myself well enough to know I wouldn’t walk away from this weekend unscathed.

This scenario of Michael not knowing my true identity had been better than any plan I’d come up with to seduce him. I could have my fantasy and make a quick exit without him ever knowing my feelings for him went beyond a silly girlhood crush.

Last night and tonight and maybe tomorrow night, I’d give myself over to him. Eventually, he would be ready to move on to someone new. And I would go back to real life and become a forgotten notch on his bedpost.

Chapter Six

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