Page 81 of To Catch a Firefly

I nod, my hair brushing the delicate underside of his thigh. I draw my nose upwards and suck one of his balls into my mouth.

He huffs out a breath, lifting his head to look at me before letting it thunk back against the wood. “Then fuck me. Please. Get inside me, El. I need you to—” He moans as I roll my tongue along his sac. “Need you. Just need you.”

I nod again before pausing. “I don’t…”

“Jeans pocket,” he says, letting his heels fall down to the table. They perch at the edge, his body on display as he scoots up onto his elbows again. “Lube and… I want you bare, El. I’m negative. But there’s a condom, too, if you’d prefer.”

I shut my eyes for a moment, forehead pressed to the inside of Lucky’s knee. After I’m fairly sure I can move without falling, I push off from the table and retrieve Lucky’s jeans. Both items are inside, as he said they’d be. Two condoms and four packets of lube. I leave the condoms.

Lucky watches me as I stand back up and drop the lube on the table. His gaze travels over me slowly, raking down my chest andstomach as I tug off my shirt. It settles lower still when I push down my jeans. For a moment, the air feels thick between us. Anticipatory.

I step close once I’m nude, my toes digging into the packed earth.

“You’re going to stretch me with one finger,” Lucky says, spreading his legs wide. “And then two. And then three because you’re a decently big fucker.”

I huff, Lucky’s grin letting me know that’s a good thing.

“And then you’re going to fuck me, El. Don’t overthink it, okay? It’ll be good.”

I nod swiftly, opening a packet of lube. Lucky pulls one leg up, folding his body in a way I’m not sure I could manage.

“Now,” he says.

When I press against him, Lucky’s body gives way. I know one finger isn’t much of an invasion—I’ve tried it—but I still go slow, letting Lucky’s muscles soften before I add another.

“Have you—” He huffs a curious sound. “Have you done this to yourself?”

I grunt, aiming upwards and curling my fingers along his inner walls. Lucky’s head falls back as I massage his prostate, his hair brushing the table as he moans. The sound turns into a chuckle, and he lifts his head.

“Yeah,” he says, bearing down on me when I add a third finger. “I can tell. You surprise me, Ellis.”

I kiss his leg as I work him open, trailing my lips downwards. My shoulder nudges his leg further to the side, and he lets out one gust of air after another as I feather my lips up the underside of his cock.

“El,” he gasps, moaning long and low as I suck him into my mouth. “You gotta stop, or I’m going to come.”

I hum, sucking harder, but he traps my head between his legs.

“Stop,” he says around a laugh.

I do, easing back. Lucky’s gaze turns serious as I look down at him. I rub some lube onto my cock before tugging him to the edge of the table. He wraps his legs around me, heels resting at the top of my ass, and his breath saws out of him in little bursts as our eyes lock.

“Ready?” he nearly whispers.

I nod, even as every fiber of my being is vibrating again, atoms buzzing underneath my skin as if I’m waiting. As if I know Lucky is almost home.

He gives me a nod, and I hold him steady. Holdmyselfsteady as I press forward. His body yields around me, hugging me tight as I inch inside him. He encourages me on, saying he’s good, that it’s good, thatyes, El, that’s good, keep going.

When my hips meet his ass, I stall, my heartbeat going haywire, my lungs pulling and expelling air through my nose. I can hardly think, can barely form coherent thought apart from howrightthis is. How, for the first time, I’m finally,finally, close enough. I’m connected to Lucky and him to me, and God,God, if I could just stay this way forever.

“Okay?” Lucky asks, his hands on my face, mine holding tight to his hips.

I nod, our noses brushing.Okay. So okay.

“Okay,” he repeats, fingers tracing over my cheeks and bottom lip. “Show me, El.”

I nod again, finding his lips. The sound he makes against my mouth wraps around my heart and tugs. And when I finally move inside him, that moan breaks, shattering apart like glass, both delicate and beautiful.

Powerless against his pull—always, still—I show Lucky exactly how I feel.

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