Page 134 of With A Little Luck
What I need is him!
Working my hands between us is complicated, mostly due to the ridiculous size of my stomach, but I focus on getting Ridge’s belt unbuckled while he continues sucking on my pulse.
He smells so damn good, and he’s been amazing since we reconnected. Every cell in my body aches to show him how grateful I am that he’s made this whole thing as seamless as possible.
I smile as I get his belt undone and move to work on his jeans. Sliding my hand down the front, I groan at the feeling of his soft skin. He’s not wearing boxers or briefs, and my fingertips brush through his pubic hair.
Okay, so sex might be too much exertion, but I bet I could suck him off. That would take minimal effort on his part, right?
I tug against his hold in my hair, and he lessens his grip, making it possible for me to kiss him. His lips feel of a similar temperature to mine, and at least I know this is regular desire and not a wave of heat. I just really want to blow his mind and show him how much he means to me.
The low grunts and growls that he releases are enough to make my pussy embarrassingly wet. Being confined by his jeans makes it harder than it should to touch him, but I stay focused.
I’m eventually able to tease his knot and down a few inches of his shaft as our tongues clash. He manages to make me feel just as desired and consumed by him as he did that night in the hotel.
Pulling back to breathe, I peck a quick kiss on his lips. “I’m going to climb down and suck you off, but I don’t want you to overdo it, so let me handle everything.”
“Aww, fuck. You don’t have to do that.”
“I know. I really want to, though.” I grin and start the slow process of climbing off him. As soon as the air hits my panties, it’s even more evident how soaked I am.
Ridge helps steady me with his good hand, and even if it’s not pretty, I get settled between his thighs.
“Lift up for me,” I instruct, grabbing the top of his jeans. He takes over, shoving them to his knees and allowing them to fall down his calves.
The front of my dress is super stretchy, making it easy to pull my tits out the top. It’s not much—I’m not willing to get completely naked in some unknown person’s office—but he should be able to enjoy the show. And damn, with my tits popping out of the top of the bra, it makes them look even perkier than normal.
“These fucking tits…” Ridge groans and stretches down, flicking his fingers over my nipple.
My core clenches around nothing, and my body aches to be greedy. Sex would be good for both of us, but I really want to pamper him for a change.
Pushing up on my knees, I scoot even closer. His jeans trap his legs together, but I fit myself between them and rest my hands on his thighs.
Oh, shit.
I might have been overly optimistic that I could rock his world. I forgot how big he is. This is where determination and prayer come into play.
His massive cock rests against his lower stomach, and I wrap my fist around it.
Jeez.
His shaft is heavy and thick.
He has every reason to be cocky, but he’s actually really down to earth.
His dick will definitely be the biggest one that’s ever been in my mouth. The night we hooked up, he was super focused on me. He never let me try then, but I’m going to do my best now.
Bringing his crown to my lips, I inhale deeply to prepare for needing to hold my breath. The rush of his pheromones that I’m hit with helps to wash away the last bit of nervousness.
Flicking my tongue around his swollen crown, I peek up at him from under my lashes. He tastes salty and manly, and I can’t get enough.
I lap at the slit on the head of his dick like an omega lost to the fog. His shaft jolts, gracing my taste buds with even more of his precum.
A low moan escapes around his tip, and he really seems to like that.
“Shit, Quincy.” Ridge’s head falls back against the couch, and his muscles tighten almost as if he’s holding himself back from thrusting.
Having him take over by fucking my mouth and using me to get himself off would be so damn sexy, but I don’t want him to inadvertently hurt himself.
