Page 66 of To Catch a Firefly

No one says anything to that, even as a few looks are exchanged, and I get off the couch, following Lucky to the door. It clicks shut behind me.

The grass is damp underfoot as we walk over to my house. If you didn’t know a couple tornadoes touched down nearby, it’d be easy to assume it was just another rainy fall day. It never ceases to amaze me how the storms can leave such destruction and yet never look back.

When I let us into the house, Lucky heads right toward the bathroom. I follow, stopping at the door as Lucky starts shucking his dirty clothes.

“Get naked, Ellis,” he says, glancing over his shoulder at me.

My inhale is sharp, but I do as he says, peeling off my clothing one piece at a time. It’s not without difficulty, consideringthe grimy state of them, but Lucky doesn’t seem to mind. He watches me as if he has all the time in the world, his eyes tracing over every inch of me slowly. Mine do the same to him as the water heats beside us.

I’ve seen Lucky dressed down on more than one occasion, but I’ve never seen him entirely nude. His body is lean, stomach flat with the faint outline of muscle. A few freckles dot his fair skin, but they’re not in abundance, and pale blonde hair leads from his navel to his cock. He’s gorgeous, every inch of him. I could stare for hours, days, a lifetime, and never get bored.

I never thought I’d have the chance to.

Lucky moves into the shower. “El.”

His voice spurs me into action, and I follow, unable to do anything but. The water is hot as it beats at my feet, and steam has already started coalescing in the air. Through it is Lucky, his front toward me. He tips his head back under the showerhead, which quickly drenches and darkens his hair. His eyes are closed, mouth parted, and rivulets of water make their way down his chest, like streams mapping a new destination. I lift my hands to them, following the paths down his skin, and Lucky lowers his head to look at me.

I’ve dreamed about Lucky throughout the years, whenever I was too weak to stop myself. I wondered what he would look like bared before me. Wondered how smooth his skin would be if I had the chance to explore it. I even wondered at the shape and slope of his cock, imagining what I would do if it was in front of me, as it is now.

But more than that, I wondered what circumstances would bring us together. I puzzled it out—how I might capture him—before eliminating the selfish thought from my head. Lucky wasn’t mine to covet, mine to have. And yet here he is. Somehow, mine, by his own choosing. Mine to hold and treasure and cherish. Mine to love freely.

I don’t know how this is going to work with the distance between us, and part of me is terrified I’m going to lose him, one way or another. But I never thought I’d get this, and I can’t give it back. I can’t give it up willingly; I just can’t. I won’t.

Lucky’s irises are the lightest blue as he watches me, like arctic snow. For a moment, I’m reminded of a fox, with cream-colored fur and sharp, cat-like eyes. He’s always been wild, my firefly, no matter where he is. And I can see it now in those pale eyes, that spark of something adventurous and free.

He doesn’t protest in the least as I step forward and bring my lips to his. They part on a sigh, warm and yielding against my own as the air between us heats, heavy with something more than steam. His eyes slip shut, and my hands drift over smooth, wet skin as I tug his body to mine. My cock fills, but it’s an afterthought, not my focus. I’m too caught up in the shape of Lucky’s lips—in the feel of them, the top and bottom different. I’m too mesmerized by the soft sighs emanating from Lucky’s throat and the way his head tips further back as we fit together, my hands in his hair now and his on my ass.

Maybe I should feel…overwhelmed. Or even nervous. Maybe I should worry what Lucky thinks of me or wonder whether or not I’m doing this right. But none of it matters. It’s always been him and me, from the very beginning, it seems. Lucky was right about that. Him coming into my life was a starting point. It was defining, and all that’s come after has revolved around him. How couldn’t it?

I may still have questions. Concerns, even, skimming the edges of my mind. But when it comes tothis? There’s no room for bashfulness. No hiding from the person who owns me, body and soul. I’m his for the taking, always have been.

And now, hewants.

Lucky’s tongue greets mine as his fingers tighten against my ass. He draws me closer, grinding against my hip in a way thathas my electrical impulses firing. His cock is hard, and I’m acutely aware of the fact that I never got to make him come.

Spinning us both, I ease Lucky against the wall. He blinks his eyes open, watching as I draw back enough to take him in. His chest is flushed, whether from the heat or his arousal, I’m not sure. Maybe both. His cock is tinged a pinkish-red, nearly matching the hue on his chest. I trace from one to the other, mapping the blood flow. Heart to cock. Love to lust.

Lucky inhales when I wrap my hand around him, pumping his shaft. He’s warm in my grip, the motion familiar but the feel entirely new, and my own dick throbs in sympathetic pleasure. It’s not lost on me that I’m finally touching the only person who’s ever played a starring role in my fantasies.

My dreams have nothing on reality.

“God, El,” Lucky breathes, finally breaking the silence. His hips hitch into my grip, and he licks his lips, eyes on my face, even as my own have a hard time stopping in any one place. “Would you”—a groan as I swirl my thumb over his crown—“come here? I need… God, I need to know you’re real. That this is real.”

I don’t need him to explain because I understand exactly how he’s feeling. I let Lucky tug me forward, bringing our bodies together in a hot press, even as he bats away my hand. He hikes his leg over my hip and urges my mouth toward his, and the moment we lock together, Lucky wraps his hand around our cocks. I stutter a moan into his mouth, my hips punching of their own accord.

“Yes, Ellis,” Lucky says, his voice all breath, lips moving against my own. “Just like that. Don’t—ah God. Don’t stop.”

The angle isn’t the best considering our height difference, but Lucky’s leg wrapped around my hip helps bridge the gap, allowing me to grind against his cock in the tight confines of his fist. When Lucky is sure I’m not going anywhere, he wrapsa second hand around our lengths, creating pressure on both sides. I can barely focus on our half-formed kisses as sparks dance along every inch of my skin. My hands scramble for purchase, palms slipping on wet flesh as Lucky encourages me on.

“Fuck.Yes, that’s perfect, baby. Feel good?”

I nod, breath caught in my throat. I like the way he calls mebaby. I’ve heard the endearment before, but on Lucky’s lips, it’s heated.Possessive. It’s a claim, a gift I never thought I’d get.

“Want you so much,” he says hoarsely, the words like a confession. “God, El, Ineedyou. I always need you.”

I grunt, chasing Lucky’s lips, desperate for proof that he means it, that he’s here, that he’s with me. His mouth tangles with mine in an instant, hands holding steady as I fuck his fists. Fuck against his cock. The ridge of his cockhead brushes mine as I move, and my entire body feels sensitized, nerve endings crackling and sparking like electricity.

When my balls draw up and I know I can’t hold back another moment, I twine my fingers through Lucky’s hair and hold him to me, letting him absorb my moan as I jerk and spill between our bodies. He rubs me through it, attention focused along my dick as my orgasm crests for an extended moment—floating, floating through space—until finally, I crash down on the other side, my mouth still fused with Lucky’s, my body pressing his against the wall.

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