“What?We’re only civilians.We can’t just rush in there when we barely have any control over these powers.”
That’s exactly why we should be helping.Right now, people with power and money use it for self-interest.If they have any inclination to change the world, it’s for the worse.There’s noall for onein a world ofwhat about me?
It’s time to evolve.
“Why not?We don’t know how long these will last, and I don’t know about you, but I don’t like my chances of sleeping tonight if I could have helped and didn’t.”
There’s no choice.I’ve been given this gift, and I might not understand how or why, but I do know what I’m going to do with it.
I’m going to make a difference.
* * *
Make Your Choice:
go be a hero(go to 66)
stay here(go to 64)
go back(go to 32)
“I …” My face flushes, and the sparkle in Lucky’s eyes tells me he knows it’s from more than his wandering touch.
Reaching into my underwear, he strokes, featherlight, licking his lips.“Is it just the thought of him that makes you this wet?Or something else?”
“Lucky,” I gasp, rocking into his fingers.He parts my pussy and teases me, circling my clit before going lower.
He kisses my neck.“You’ve done this before—touched yourself and imagined him.Haven’t you?”
“Yes.”Of course I have.
It’s not just that he looks amazing in a suit, but how controlled he is.I can’t decide what I want more—to break his control or be under it.
Both.Definitely both.
“Tell me what you think about,” Lucky says, slowly dragging the tip of his finger around my entrance before dipping inside.“His hands?His mouth?How do you want him?”
“His hands.”I’ve spent hours thinking about them.On me.In me.
Like a command, Lucky slips his fingers into me, slowly fucking me.“Yeah, that’s right; he’s got good hands.Long fingers.You feel them inside you?”
“Yes.”Fuck.“Did he use them on you?God, did he taste you?”
He grunts and rocks his hard cock against my hip.“Is that what you want to see?”
“I want to see him kiss you.”
It sounds so simple compared to what he’s doing to me, too sweet, but it’s the truth.I love the way Lucky kisses, and now that I know to listen for it, it’s obvious that love still lives within him.
His lips meet mine instead, and I slip my hand into his briefs to stroke his cock, which is already wet with pre-cum.Spreading it around the leaking head and coating my palm, I match the push of his fingers.
“Fuck, that’s it,” Lucky pants.“Tighter—that’s how he’d want it.”
Oh fuck.My imagination explodes, a lightning burst of fantasies coming to life under Lucky’s touch.Sterling in Lucky’s place, hot and hard and leaking in my grip.Then standing over us, watching, directing.Lastly, all three of us tangled together, sweat-slick and writhing until the pleasure is more akin to pain.
I want it all.
“Lucky …” I whine, needing more.More fingers, more friction,more.
