“So damn lucky.” He pulls back, searching my eyes. “Does it bother you when I call you that? Lucky?”
“It shouldn’t.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because it’s my name.” I sit up and twist my hands in my lap.
His brow furrows and he blinks several times in confusion. “Like your nickname, yeah?”
“No. Like the name on my birth certificate.”
A wide grin lights up his face as he chuckles. I swat at his chest.
“If you haven’t noticed, bad luck follows me wherever I go, so the thought of being called Lucky felt too ironic when I’m the definition of unlucky. Also, Lucky Lovejoy? The teasing was relentless. So I dropped the K and started going by Lucy once I moved here with my mom in middle school.”
“I love it. And I’d love it even more if you came over here and sat on my face.”
“It’s just…” I trail off, unsure how to finish that sentence.
“What? How can I set your mind at ease, love?”
“I’m not a small person.”
“Feck no, you’re not, and it’s damn sexy,” he says gliding his hands up my thighs as he digs his fingertips into the flesh on my hips. “This body is feckin’ incredible. I have enjoyed every inch of you already, and if you think I’m going to deny you the pleasure of coming on your man’s face, you’re wrong. Now get your fine arse up here and ride me.”
Empowered by his declaration, I nod and inch my way up his body when he places a hand on my stomach and frowns. “I know ya like to leave the shirt on, but I’ve been dying to see this part of ya,” he says as he palms the area around my belly button. “And I’m going to need you fully naked so I can watch those perfect tits bounce while you ride my face.”
I let out a breath and slowly peel off my shirt and bra trying not to let my nerves get the better of me.
“Christ, Lucky. You’re feckin’ exquisite.”
His words fill me with warmth. I haven’t revealed this part of myself to anyone since becoming a mom. But with Mike, it’s not as scary as I thought it’d be. Nothing with Mike has been.
He reaches up and cups my breasts, rolling a nipple between his thumb and forefinger as my head drops back in a small moan. He halts his movement and grabs the balled-up panties still sitting on the bed, shoving them in my mouth before he grabs my thighs and helps position me over his face.
Oh my God, what if I crush him?
“I’m not gonna do a lot of talking, but I will make noise. Do not stop, no matter what. If you need me to move to a specific spot, just grab my hair and move me. Other than that, hold on to the headboard and ride my face so I can feast on this delicious cunt.”
Ever so slowly, I lower myself until I can feel his warm breath tickling my pussy.
“None of this hovering shite, Lucky. I told you to sit.” Hewraps his arms around my thighs and pulls me onto his face and then proceeds to eat me like a man starved.
Every lick and suck of my flesh makes my legs shake as my core tightens. One of his hands releases my thigh and then I feel fingers push inside my pussy. I moan into my gag; thankful he had the foresight to use it.
He latches onto my clit, pulling it into his mouth while his fingers stroke my inner walls. I buck against him and dig my fingers into the wooden headboard to steady myself.
I can feel him moaning against me, the vibrations creating an indescribable feeling against my skin. He continues his efforts for several minutes, and while it feels amazing, I can’t help but worry that I’m crushing him, that he won’t be able to breathe.
Suddenly, his fingers and mouth are gone as two hands grip my thighs, pushing me up in the air like he’s doing bench presses, and I tighten my grip on the headboard to keep my balance as I peer down at him in confusion.
“I can feel your hesitation, and I can assure ya I’m fine. As you can see, I have no problem lifting you to put you where I want ya. But Jesus feckin’ Christ, if you don’t get out of that pretty little head of yours and ride me like you mean it, I’m gonna spank your arse and cunt until you want to come so bad you’re begging me to fill ya.”
All I can do is nod my enthusiasm as he lowers me back down and begins eating me with a fervor I’ve never experienced. His fingers are back, filling and stretching me as he taps out a rhythm on my G-spot, and my body responds as if it knows the rest of the melody to the song he’s creating with my muffled moans, his deep growls, and the dirty sounds his mouth is making against my soaking center. My orgasm hits quickly as I buck and grind against him, threading my fingers into his hair as my nails graze his scalp.
I struggle to catch my breath as I come down from the high. When I slowly push up on my knees, he slides out from underme, swatting my ass as I yelp into the fabric still balled into my mouth.
My hands are gripping the headboard as I attempt to catch my breath. There’s some jostling around behind me, but I’m too spent to look.
