He must understand, must hear it in my voice, because he doubles his pace.
“I wish he could see you like this,” he says, licking along my neck.“So wet for us.Can you feel him, love?Fuck, yes, I know you want it.I can feel you clenching tighter at the thought.You want him inside of you?Want both of us?”
“Yes.Oh God, yes.”
The Sterling in my mind smiles—a private, heated thing—and runs his palm over his cock, thick and straining his pants.He won’t get himself out; he enjoys the wait, testing to see how long he can hold out.
He’s patient.A predator watching his prey.
Watching us.
“Focus,”he says.No, demands.“Feel the way he fills you up.Imagine it’s my cock inside of you, fucking you like you deserve.Can you feel it?I’m never going to let you feel empty again.”
I whimper into Lucky’s mouth.
Fucking hell.The picture is all too clear as Lucky pumps his fingers inside of me, stroking the pleasure higher and higher.I imagine Sterling enjoying this, giving Lucky commands to go faster, slower, bite here, suck there.
My heart pounds against my ribs.I’m close.
“Come on, love,” Lucky says, his breath hot against my neck.“Let go for us.”
“Yes, Mia.Come.”
My whispered, “Yes, yes, yes,” fills my ears, and it’s the thought of Sterling commanding me to come in that low, stern tone he has that catapults me over the edge.
I’m still trembling as I pounce on Lucky, rolling onto his chest.“How did he do it?Was he rough with you?”I graze his nipple with my teeth.“I know you like that.”
“Fuck, love.More.”
I tighten my grip on the up stroke, focusing the pressure on the weeping head of his cock.
Lucky grunts and fucks into my fist.“That’s good, just like that.”
It’s so hot; I could come again.
Pre-cum pools at the head, slicking the way as he fucks into my fist.Lucky likes it rough, so I tighten my fist and let my nails skim the sensitive underside of his cock.
He bares his throat on a drawn-out, “Fuck.”
He’s never looked hotter.
“You going to come?”I ask between kisses.
His hips stutter out of rhythm.Yeah, he’s going to come.
“Come on.Do it.He wants you to.”
This does it, pushing Lucky into orgasm just as quickly as it did me, his cum spilling over my fist, pooling across his stomach.His cock pulses, and I drag out my last few strokes to the point of overstimulation, loving Lucky’s punched-out moans.
Panting, I finally pull away, letting Lucky clean the cum off me with his boxers before he throws them in the hamper he keeps by the door.
He collapses back on the bed and pulls me into his arms.“I’m glad I asked,” he says, breathless.
His skin is damp with a fine sheen of sweat, his heartbeat loud under my cheek.
“Lucky?”
“Yeah, love?”
