“I don’t kiss them at all, Lucky. I just fuck them.” I give my head a solemn shake. “You don’t want what I give everyone else, because it’s nothing.”
She presses up on her tiptoes, winding her fists into my hair and taking my lower lip between her teeth, tugging it hard. “I do. I want you to fuck me the way you fuck them. Fuck me hard and then leave.”
Fuck me if I’m not hard as stone for her in one second flat. Her face tucks into the crook of my neck, and God, she’s soft. The tip of her nose glides up my neck, and then her mouth finds my ear. Her tongue laps softly along the lobe and a shudder racks my whole body before she grabs it with her teeth and bites down hard.
“Fuck,” I growl, lifting her by the ass and pinning her against the window.
Her breath is hot in my ear and becoming heavier, matching mine. She hooks her knees over my hips and through my jeans, I can feel all the wet heat between her legs.
My heart pounds harder knowing she wants me.
I grab her chin hard and pull her face to mine, kissing her like she’s my last breath. She tries to pull her face away, but I don’t let her, and finally she relents. Her tongue plunges into my mouth and wrestles with mine. She starts grinding herself against my hard cock, and even through my jeans, I feel the electricity crackling between us.
Something that had been growing inside me over the last few weeks dies as it hits me that this is happening and there’s no fucking way I’m going to be able to stop. As I yank her off the window and carry her to the bed, I realize it’s my conscience. I wanted to do this right. I wanted something real with Lucky. But at this second, as I throw her onto the bed and tear her underwear off, I realize I was never capable of that.
I’m not a good person.
This is what I do.
After weeks of blue balls I finally have her where I’ve wanted her since the moment I saw her backstage at The Tonight Show, and I’m going fuck her raw.
Her mouth migrates across my stubbled cheek and she nips my lower lip between her teeth. I close my eyes and hold my breath, because at this rate, I’m going to come before she ever gets me out of my pants. But when her tongue glides out and traces my lips, I nearly lose it. I realize my grasp on her hips could crush bone and lighten my grip. Her mouth seals over mine and her hand finds my straining cock through my jeans. She strokes and pulls a groan from the animal deep inside me. As her fingers work the button of my jeans, I slip mine between her legs. She opens for me, and she’s so fucking hot. So wet.
My fingers tease at the opening to everything I’ve needed for weeks before plunging inside. She moans into my mouth as her * contracts hard around my fingers.
She has my button open, and as she inches down my fly, the beast is freed. Her fingers wrap around me, stroking, then lower to cup the family stones.
I break our kiss and hold my breath, talking myself down before I come in her hand.
She presses my jeans lower and lines her hips up under mine. “Give me what you give them,” she groans, all sex and desire.
But she’s not them. She’s Lucky.
The rush is followed instantly by a flood of something dark. Dread twists through my gut and I can’t breathe. I sit back on my heels, looking down at her. This isn’t how it was supposed to go.
All I’ve wanted for two months was to fuck this girl. In forty-eight hours I’m on a plane to Amsterdam. This is probably my last shot.
But as Lucky takes my cock into her hands, the dread flows darker and thicker, like tar through my black insides. Despite the fact that I’m about to explode with need, I find myself pulling out of her grasp and backing off the bed. I stand and stare down at her, my face, no doubt, reflecting her confusion like a mirror.
Never in my life have I stopped a woman from fucking me, and I can’t even explain why I’m doing it now, except Lucky isn’t like all the others. I want more from her than just a quick fuck.
I tuck my protesting cock into my jeans and zip. “We can’t do this, Lucky. I’m leaving the day after tomorrow for two months.”
“Which is why we should do this now,” she says, pressing up onto her elbows.
Already, I’m second guessing myself. What kind of fucking moron am I, letting all that slip through my hands?
She shifts onto her knees, right in front of me where I stand at the side of the bed, and bunches her fists on her hips, all kinds of challenge and sex in her dark gaze. “This is a onetime offer.”
I feel my head shaking as that conscience I nearly killed just now makes a resurgence.
“Is it because of my age? Because you know this isn’t a big virginity thing,” she says.