When did he do that?
It does look rather painful. And angry, if I’m being honest. And big, but you read that in every romance book, right? Well, trust me, he’s quite large. Let’s see, how do I describe it so you get a better picture. How’s this… have you ever seen a baseball bat?
I giggle to myself. He’s certainly not as big as a baseball bat. I close my eyes in an attempt to think of something equivalent to Lucky’s erect penis.
“What’s up, Becklyn?”
“Huh?” When I open my eyes, he’s staring down at me.
“Why are you squeezing your eyes shut like you want this to be over?”
“No.” I shake my head. “I was trying to think of a way to describe, your, um…” I point down to his hardness.
He pushes back onto his knees so we’re both staring down at it. “It’s not as big as a bat,” I say out loud and regret it the second Lucky starts to laugh. “Shut up.”
“A bat, huh?”
Frowning, I repeat, “I said itwasn’tas big as a bat. God. You’re so arrogant.”
“You said it, not me.” He glances down at himself. “I’d say a Maglite heavy duty flashlight.”
I give him my best stink eye, because “You came up with that awfully quick. Have you given that some thought in the past?” I look around his room. “You have one of those Maglite things, don’t you?”
“Maybe?”
“Let me see it.”
Reaching into his nightstand drawer, he pulls it all the way out, reaches into the back, and grasps the item in question. I take it in hand and hold it out close to his penis. “Actually,” I lean in closer. “Not that you need to hear this, you braggart, but I think you’re bigger than this.”
“Yeah?” He smirks.
“Stop it.” I examine him again. “You’re a little thicker but not quite as long so take that as you wish.” I roll to my side and set the flashlight back into the drawer.
I marvel over the fact that we’re both naked and laughing as we compare his dick to a flashlight.
“I don’t remember ever having this kind of fun in bed. And hell, we haven’t even done the deed yet,” Lucky says, smiling over at me.
“You’re right. This is fun. In the last few weeks, we’ve had fun messing around.” But now this is getting serious because his hand moves down my neck, over my collarbone to my left breast. He skims his fingers over the tip, and I moan.
What’d I tell you? Serious.
His hands on any part of me brings my body to life, but my breasts are extra special. I look up and marvel at his focus. He’s touching me while watching my face. I want to keep looking at him, but the sensations force me to close my eyes so I can concentrate. When he pinches my nipple, my moans grow louder. I love it when he does that. Leaning down, he takes my nipple into his mouth and licks and sucks until I’m rolling to get closer to him. “Lucky, don’t tease.”
“Teasing makes it better.”
“It does?”
“Definitely. I need to make you dripping wet. Teasing does that.”
“Can I tease you?”
“Not if you expect me to last, Foxy.”
Since I’m not sure exactly what he means by that, I decide to pretend I know what I’m doing. (I don’t, by the way.) Leaning over, I press my lips to his.
“Kiss me again, Becklyn.”
Gah! Lucky’s voice is so damn sexy. It’s deep and husky and just… just hot. Not to mention, it’s a little bossy. Ordinarily, I’d probably ignore his orders, but not today. Not right now. “Like this?” I scoot closer, my breasts brushing his chest. There’s a smattering of hair on him that tickles a little. Mostly it adds to the overall sensual experience. When my lips touch his, Lucky’s hand slides across my neck. His fingers weave through my hair, holding me in place. He takes over the kiss, and I let him because my focus is on all the other sensations and urges I’m experiencing. Like the fact I want to touch him. Everywhere.
