“Oh my God, I’m sorry, this is probably the least sexy thing I could say right now, but that was a total Levi move,” she says through giggles.
“Where do you think I got the idea?” I smile as I pull my hands out of the sheet knot.
“Sorry, I know I shouldn’t bring up the kids when I’m about to suck your dick.”
I sit up so she can stand between my legs. “S’okay. It’s hard to turn off the mom part sometimes. But I meant it when I said I wanted all of ya. Every side of ya.”
My comment sobers her, and she nods, slowly sinking to her knees.
All other thoughts leave my brain the moment my cock slides into her mouth. Her perfect, warm, delicious mouth. “Fuck, I love this mouth.” The words slip out, and I squeeze my eyes shut and wait to see if she’s going to react to what I said.
A low, deep moan escapes her throat, and I blow out a sigh of relief that she’s not going to get hung up on my use of the L word.
When I open my eyes, I nearly come at the sight of her, on her knees, three barbells deep, saliva pooling from her mouth, as she does her best to swallow my cock. “Look at me, a chroí.”
Her eyes lock on mine. She has the kind of eyes poets write about, a wild green, as fierce and beautiful as a storm rolling in off the Atlantic. Eyes that I want to spend an eternity memorizing every shade and nuance of as we build a life together with her boys. As we make love every night once they’re tucked in.
But I don’t voice my thoughts, instead focusing on her movements, wanting to make sure she gets as much pleasure out of checking this item off as I have. “Touch yourself. Put a hand in your panties and rub your clit.”
Her hand moves down, slipping past the waistband of her pants and even lower. When she lets out another moan, I know she’s followed my command.
“That’s my good girl. I bet you’re soaked for me, aren’t ya? Making a mess of your panties just from sucking this cock.”
The nod she gives in response is slight, but the thought of her dripping for me and the way she slides me to the back of her throat, working me deep with a swallow—that’s all it takes.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come. Swallow it, Lucky. Every drop.Ughhhnn,fuck.” My cock pulses against her tongue, warm and hungry, as I spill into her mouth.
Seconds later, my cock is still between her lips when her orgasm hits and I feast on the sight of her as her free hand releases my dick and grips my thigh, anchoring her to me as she rides out her own waves of pleasure.
When she stills, I grip her arm, pulling her into my lap as I grab the hand that was in her panties and bring it to my mouth, sucking on her fingers as I clean her essence from them. “So feckin’ delicious.”
I pull her mouth to mine and thrust my tongue inside, wanting to lap up every inch of her mouth that I can. The taste of my release is still on her tongue, salty and tangy, as she matches my enthusiasm with gusto. I’m drunk on the taste of us—her on my tongue, and me on hers—mixing together as we get lost in each other, exploring and groping.
We sit there like that for a good bit, kissing and holding each other when something chirps on her phone, and she untangles from me. “Shit, we have to go. That’s my alarm.”
“You set a timer?”
“So we wouldn’t be late. Bella’s going to my house, and we need to be there when she drops the boys off.”
I grab her hand, squeezing it to get her attention. When her eyes meet mine, warmth blooms in my chest at the admiration I see there.
“Plus, I know that if I didn’t set an alarm, I’d be wrapped up in you all night,” she adds with a smirk. And, fuck, do I love every little piece of herself Lucy shares with me. This admission is my favorite yet.
CHAPTER 19
LUCY
There’s a knock on my door the next day right as I’m cleaning up after dinner and I stare at it from across the room like it’s offended me. Why is it that as a kid I used to love when my doorbell rang, but now when it happens, I freeze in place, like if I don’t move, they won’t know I’m home?
“Lucy? I’m home!” Bella’s voice rings out, doing her best impression of Desi fromI Love Lucy.
“To what do I owe this pleasure?” I ask, swinging open the door. I’m stunned to find Mike standing behind her. I tuck my hair behind my ear, thankful that at least this time I was lucky enough to look halfway decent and not like a troll that just crawled out from under a bridge.
“Hey, Lucky. You look gorgeous.” His blue eyes drag over me, igniting fires in places no one else has ever touched, and I shiver at the hungry look in them.
Bella clutches her heart. “Oh my God, he calls you Lucky! I love that. Wait till the girls hear.”
Her excitement pulls me out of the trance Mike’s attention has over me, and I take a step back, inviting them in.
