Just Her Luck (67 page)

Ahhhh… if only that were true.

He went to kiss me and I bit his lip, laving at it when he leaned in for another swoop.

I gripped his hair and tugged him down to me, moaning softly against his lips, arching my body into his, my hands roving over him, memorizing every sleek, smooth plane as I kissed him with everything I had in me.

I waited until his hands were scrabbling at me, unsure of where they wanted to be, stay where they were or roam all over, almost biting into my skin with his urgency, his want.

I pulled away, pushing at him gently.

“Roll over,” I ordered, surprising him.

“What?” he asked dazedly, sucking his lip into his mouth, eyeing mine when I grinned and ran my tongue over it suggestively.

“You heard me, old man,” I purred, raking my hands down his chest, making sure I paid special attention to his nipples, loving him all befuddled and sexy, mine for the taking.

He groaned, gooseflesh pebbling his skin, a shiver wracking his tall frame.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man move so fast, flopping next to me on the bed, looking up at me expectantly like ‘well, come one then’.

I grinned, starting at the bottom, tugging his clothes the rest of the way off, working my way up, kissing my way from his thick, leanly muscled legs, up his thighs, then finally a slow lick to each testicle before I found my prize.

Mmmm and what a prize.

“Oh, fuck!” he cried out, jerking up when I swallowed him whole, swallowing back, deep in my throat, my tongue and tongue ring raking across his shaft, his hands fisting on the bed sheets as he tried to hold himself back. “Vieve!”

I hummed, getting a shallow thrust in response from him.

He couldn’t quite hold himself still.

I let him slide out until only the head remained, sucking at him hard, working the tip.

I kept this up, alternating between deep throating him to just lavishing the tip generously with attention, sucking at his cock head, making
him
writhe and moan, calling out
my
name.

He pulled at me eagerly, pleading and mumbling nonsense for me to get my ass up there.

More than ready to go, I climbed up his body and gripped his shaft, lining us up to slam down, running my hands through his chest hair as I pinched and plucked at his nipples, riding him hard.

He’s so thick and hard, ready for me.

Make it count
, I told myself, swiveling my hips a little on every downward, grinding thrust.
It’s not like you’ll get another chance, Vieve.

“God, Vieve, just like that… yeah, baby… don’t stop… so fuckin’ tight…”

Give yourself a night you’ll never forget. Beyond memorable.

“I’m going to… Vieve… oh… god… yeah…” he groaned.

I stopped, sliding up.

“Hey! What the…”

I squeezed the head of his cock, waiting, his impending climax subsiding, sliding down on him again when I knew he wasn’t going to orgasm right away.

And I started up again.

“God, that was fuckin’ mean. You aint playin’ fair, gremlin.” He growled, tugging me to come to him.

“Can’t handle me, Reeve?” I taunted, grinning winningly.

“Handle it,” he muttered gruffly, “You ever stop and I’ll blister your ass.”

I laughed throatily, smiling when an idea popped up into my sex crazed brain.

Hmmmm…

“Want to play a little, moonshine?” I purred, leaning down to kiss him heartily.

“What did you have in mind?” he asked breathlessly, gripping my hips to keep up the tempo.

“I’ll be right back.” I kissed his nose and hopped off, running out of the room.

“Hey!” Reeve shouted, bewildered, flat on his back, boner slicked up and sticking straight up in the air.

He lifted his head slightly. “You better be comin’ back, woman!”

I could hear the thump as his head flopped back.

He grumbled more when he heard me chuckling.

I laughed, bag in hand, hurrying back up the stairs.

I closed the door behind me and hopped on the bed, bouncing him as I handed him my bag.

Smiling a little shyly, I motioned for him to take it.

“What?” he grunted, frowning, “It’s a bag.”

“Mmmm, hmm.”

He glanced inside and quickly dismissed the contents, setting it aside like it was poison.

“What the hell do you need that shit for? You got me right here.” He scowled and motioned at his raging erection.

He hid it well, but I caught the look on his face before he put on his ass hat to hide it

He looked truly worried, like maybe he thought I would try use any of it on him.

As if.

I laughed.

“It makes it more fun, playing with toys. You don’t like toys, Reeve?”

He was non-plussed.

Damn.

I’d never had the nerve to approach any of the other guys about playing around with sex toys, feeling silly for even thinking about it.

We don’t
need
to use sex toys.
I’m perfectly content, more than content, with the way things are.

I just thought it would be kinda fun, different.

Kinky.

Guess it was a good thing I didn’t.

Slightly disappointed, but undeterred, I brushed it off and went to climb back on, have myself a little rough ride with my grump.

“I get it,” I teased, “You’re one of
those
men.”

His eyes about rolled back in his head when I clenched my sex down on him, around him, slowly inching myself out.

“Don’t know what you… ung… ah… do that again…” he garbled out.

I did and he gripped my ass, trying to control the pace, pick up the tempo.

“You don’t need toys, my little hell cat, you have me.” He thrust up again, sitting up to spread his legs, getting a better range of motion, better angle of penetration.

I gripped his shoulders, using him for leverage as I arched up into him, ramming myself back down, gasping out at the rough taking.

So good.

“I should stop,” he taunted, “make you wait, do like you did me.”

I dug my nails into his shoulder blades.

“Don’t you dare,” I hissed.

He laughed at the look on my face, the caustic warning and the growl in my voice.

Leaning forward, he changed the angle slightly, picking my leg up with his forearm, trapping it there as he took over, his other hand guiding me to him as he slowly leaned forward and stole the show.

He bit down on my neck, and my pussy clamped down on him.

His cock jerked.

“You know…” he murmured softly, reaching up behind me, rustling around for a minute. “I think we could make this work,” there was a click and a whir as he turned one of my vibrators on. “Can’t leave you wantin’, now can I? We’ll just have to see what we can do with
this
, hmmm?”

“Reeve… it was stupid. Forget it.”

He tsk-ed me. “See, that’s the problem, prison bait. You’ve planted the seed… now I have to. What kind of man would I be if I pussed out one you?”

He gave me a placating look, like he was truly doing me a favor.

I spluttered, fighting between ire and laughter.

“For you of course,” he said delicately.

Laughter won out.

“Oh, shut up!” I laughed, “I just thought it would be… Reeve! What are you doing?”

He put the vibrator against my perineum, leaving it there as he gave a few experimental thrusts.

“Reeve…”

He didn’t answer, pulling out slowly to let the vibrator slip in; taking turns with it-
in, out, in, out-
until he slowly started to slide in, inch by inch along with it, stretching me with the tease.

He slid back out and pulled out the vibrator, watching my reactions as he teased me, playing around at the lips of my sex, thrusting his cock in as he ran the vibrator, slick with my juices, over my clit.

I cried out and reached for him, gripping his hair to crush his lips to mine.

“You like that?”

Do I like it? Do I like it!

Uhm, fuck yeah!

“Yes! Yes! Don’t stop!”

He stopped, grinning wickedly when I made a frustrated noise, growling, and tried to grab at him.

Dropping the vibrator, he pinned my wrists, cupping them both in one hand.

He thrust, and I bucked back, trying to regain our earlier momentum, the pressure, the pleasurable zing to my pleasure button.

His lips brushed mine softly as he picked the vibrator back up with his free hand.

“Don’t move.” He gave me a warning look, releasing my wrists.

I went to move anyways, and he pinned me back down, nipping my chin, looming over me as he cast me a long, dark look.

“No moving.”

My pussy creamed at the command in his voice, drenching my sex, the deep demanding tone in his voice my undoing.

I swallowed hard as I nodded, and he released me.

He picked the vibrator back up and examined it, spreading his legs, mine over his, to open me up for his perusal.

“I’ve never played with vibrators before,” he admitted, his cock slipping out to replace it with the bright orange, soft fleshed piece of plastic.

He pulled it out a little, driving it back in, repeating the motion several more times, changing something about it each time, drinking in my reaction, studying me keenly to see what I liked best.

My hands clenched together so I wouldn’t move them, enjoying his game.

So sexy when he’s the boss in the bedroom.

He paused, reading the silent message in my eyes, scrolled across my face, acting like he was going to stop, pulling my toy back out to slip it through my wet folds once and sliding a little lower.

I glared.

If he stops touching me again I’ll kill him.

“Have you ever let anyone have you here, gremlin?”

The vibrator slid down, making its way past my perineum, circling the ring of my anus, the vibration against that very sensitive spot on me making me jerk a little at first contact.

He circled it around it slowly, torturously, the head of his cock slowly breaching my cunt, tempting and teasing me beyond all reason.

“Yes,” I panted, writhing on the bed.

“Yes?” his tone was light, but his face was full of possessiveness, not liking my admission.

I nodded.

I won’t lie to him.

“Yes.”

He hummed thoughtfully, eyeing us where we were joined.

“You’re a dirty girl, prison bait. Did you know that?”

By now, he’d slowly started to insert the tip, just the tip of the vibrator, testing it out, playing with me.

I can’t take this anymore.

No more teasing!

“I don’t care. Just do it and fuck me. Quit screwing around, Reeve!”

“I can do that,” he grunted, ramming into me to the hilt, taking me hard a few times before he pulled me towards him, rustling in my bag again.

The sound of him uncapping and recapping what was surely my lube rent the air.

He kissed my shoulder, nipping my ear.

“Don’t tense up, beautiful. I don’t want to hurt you.”

I felt the slow slide and glide of the vibrator as it entered my back passage.

We both groaned at the tight fit, his cock already snug inside my depths.

He leaned back a little more, pulling me forward.

“Ride me, Vieve. I want you to fuck me, just like this, take me, beautiful. Make me yours.”

Before he could even finish, I’d already taken over, the dual sensations making me wild and desperate, hanging right on the cusp of an earth shattering orgasm.

It didn’t take long, the pressure of being doubly filled and the building pleasure too much for me.

I screamed out, calling out his name as I climaxed, clutching him, trembling and quivering all over as it shook me, taking him, shouting out my name, loud enough to raise the roof, with me shortly after.

“Vieve!” Reeve burst out, his cock jerking as he lost it and emptied himself inside me, counter thrusting eagerly to every frantic, feverish one of mine.

Mating frenzy over, I slumped against him, breathing heavily against his chest, our sweat soaked bodies plastered to one another’s.

He rolled us and slowly slid out of me, removing the vibrator he’d lodge up my orifice carefully, taking it to the bathroom with him.

A few minutes later he came back, stumbling back onto the bed, handing me a washcloth before he yawned and patted the pillow next to him.

“You’re bunkin’ with me tonight, prison bait. I don’t want Bertha sneaking in a window thinkin’ she can have some of what’s mine.”