Lucky: A Love Lane Short (6 page)

“
You certainly look like
you’re enjoying that,” I say nervously, my cheeks flushed red with
want. My body is heating up with each passing minute as my iPhone
shuffles to the next song. The raspy vocals and sensual lyrics of
Sex on Fire by Kings of Leon begins to play, adding fuel to the
already burning ache simmering low in my belly.

Henry rests the pizza on his
plate and looks pointedly at me with a wicked, knowing smile. In
response, I timidly bring the bottle of beer to my lips and take a
deep pull as Henry begins to chuckle. Like a contagion, I follow
suit and begin to laugh, as well, not knowing what else to do in my
nervous state.

A tiny trickle of cold beer
spills from my mouth and drifts in a slow glide down my chin,
cooling my heated skin. I bring my hand up to wipe away the amber
liquid, which is quickly followed by peeking my tongue out of my
mouth to capture the last of the malty flavor on my lips. It is
then I notice Henry’s gaze has changed from jovial to something
more serious. He assesses me with hungry eyes that I never would
have known possible if I hadn’t seen it for myself.

As I continue to gaze at
Henry, my body begins to hum with fevered anticipation. This is it.
This is the moment when all my fantasies and daydreaming come to
life—well, at least I hope it is. Attraction, awe at discovering
just how amazing this man actually is, and regret that I didn’t
take notice sooner all swirl in my mind. I swallow it all down with
my next sip of beer.

“
Don’t be nervous, Kate,”
Henry says as he slowly reaches over and wraps his right hand
behind my neck, pulling me in closer for a kiss.

Henry pauses mere inches
from my lips and stares, and the heat reflected back into my eyes
is enough to steal my breath away. In that moment, I realize how
wrong I had been. Henry is not the meek, quiet boy from work; he is
a man full of passion, depth, and promise. I want whatever is about
to happen between us more than I have ever wanted anything before.
This new version of myself—this new Kate—wants to live life and
experience everything it has to offer.

With that thought, Henry
closes the distance between us and tentatively places his mouth on
mine. With lips velvety soft and cool from the cold beer he has
been drinking, he kisses me with a gentleness that is so tender I
want to cry from it’s beauty.

Right when I think he is
going to pull away, he opens his mouth and delicately swipes his
tongue along the seam of my own. I return the action and slowly
open, giving Henry entry into my mouth. He tilts his head slightly
to the right as he slips his tongue inside.

His scent invades my nose as
his taste invades my mouth. My heart races in unison with the throb
pulsing between my legs. I grab onto Henry’s shoulders with my
small hands to pull myself closer, pressing my breasts against his
chest in an effort to sooth the ache caused by my tightening
nipples.

Our kiss grows deeper as
Henry pushes farther into my mouth, our tongues licking at each
other as if we can’t get enough. I am breathless, my desire
resonating around the room with a throaty groan. As I clutch to
this man, our bodies are so close I can feel as Henry begin to grow
hard from our kiss.

Breaking our mouths apart, I
take in a huge gulp of air. Our eyes meet again, and I stare,
completely entranced with this beautiful man. I want him and I want
what is happening between us but I am so fucking scared. Me, the
girl who had no qualms about fucking her last boyfriend everywhere
and anywhere is nervous. This is different though; I can see it in
his soft gaze and gentle smile. This is more than just a fuck; this
is the moment I will look back on as a significant turning point in
my life. It’s when I first felt a tiny tug on my heart.

“
Please.” I whisper softly,
as if fearing rejection, which is crazy considering the huge bulge
in Henry’s pants.

That one word is all I
needed to say. Henry understands exactly what I want, and by the
dark look he is now throwing my way, he wants the same
thing.

Few words are exchanged as
Henry brings his hands to the hem of my tank top and slowly, as if
savoring each newly visible inch of skin, brings the shirt over my
head, exposing my simple, white cotton bra.

Stopping to look at my body,
Henry speaks for the first time.

“
God, you’re so beautiful
Kate. Is this okay?”

I respond with a muted yes
then reach behind my back to unclasp and remove my bra. All the
while, Henry continues to stare at my chest as if in
awe.

After tossing my tank
somewhere off to the side, Henry reaches over to cup my right
breast with a tentative hand as he leans forward to once again
capture my mouth. Our tongues clash as his hand softly kneads my
breast. His touch is incredible, causing my body to melt into him.
I desperately want to feel Henry’s skin against mine, so I take my
turn and remove his T-shirt, breaking our kiss only long enough to
allow his shirt to pass over his head. The glimpse of his
sun-kissed skin is nowhere near enough, though. I need to see more
of him.

Pulling back, I take in
Henry: his brown hair mussed from my fingers running through it as
we kissed; his beautiful, soulful blue eyes; the most perfectly
pink lips, and finally, his broad shoulders and chest. I knew Henry
is fit, but I had no idea it was to this extent.

His strong, toned arms show
off the lean muscles underneath, and as my eyes take in his firm
chest, I notice a spattering of dark hair. Following its trail
down, over the most amazing six-pack, the hair begins to darken and
grow thicker before disappearing under the waistband of his
jeans.

“
Kate, you’re killing me
with that look.”

“
You are so perfect,” I say
while reaching out a hand to touch his chest. I need to do more
than just feel him, though. I want to touch and taste every inch of
his skin.

With that thought, I lean
forward and gently push him back from his seated position on our
blanket oasis so he is lying on his back. Leaning over, I begin to
suck and kiss, starting at his neck and working my way down his
chest. I stop at each nipple to give a little flick with my tongue,
enjoying the heavenly sounds of pleasure coming from deep in his
throat. I am so hungry for him I can’t keep my mouth off of his
skin. Henry’s body is warm and he has a unique taste that can only
be described as purely belonging to Henry, with just the faintest
hint of soap. I am not usually this forward with men—I always let
them take the lead—but I just can’t help myself with Henry. I am
like a crazed animal wanting nothing more than to strip him bare
and devour him whole.

Reining in my inner beast, I
slowly unbutton his jeans, savoring the pop as it comes undone.
Then I slide his zipper down and give a tug as Henry lifts his
hips, and I push the jeans past his thighs. His black boxer briefs,
now riding low on his hips, allow for a much better view of that
sexy V-cut, but I need to see more. I want it all.

Grabbing hold of each side,
I slowly lower his underwear. His hardened cock springs to life
before my eyes, and I can’t help but smile as it does. He is
achingly perfect with soft skin pulled taut over his straining
erection.

Kicking off his jeans and
boxers, Henry is now free to get comfortable. I take hold of his
generous length and bring my mouth down then begin to lick a slow
trail from base to tip, all while staring into Henry’s
eyes.

“
Fuck, that feels good,”
Henry, mutters as he follows each movement I make.

Wanting to give him as much
pleasure as tasting his body is giving me, I grant one last lick
and then lower my mouth to take him in fully. His groans become
louder with each increase in pressure as I suck. Filled with a
sense of satisfaction I continue with a steady pace deep suction
followed by lavish caresses with tongue.

“
Kate,” the way he says my
name, throaty and husky, the timber causing a tremor of lust
coursing through my body. Henry grabs hold of my hair and gently
begins to thrust his hips to get even deeper into my mouth. Thrust
after thrust, I can taste the salty tang of pre-cum as it hits my
tongue. Opening my throat as much as I can, I prepare for the next
thrust when Henry suddenly pulls out, and the look in his eyes
alone is enough to bring me to orgasm. Henry pounces at me, and our
positions are reversed. I am the one laying on my back
now.

“
All’s fair,” Henry says as
his hands make their way down to the zipper of my own shorts at the
same time his mouth crashes onto mine.

With my shorts now
unbuttoned, Henry gives me a few more fevered kisses before sitting
up on his knees and gliding the rough denim down my smooth legs. My
white thong is next to go. Henry is not wasting any time in getting
me completely naked.

“
I’ve imagined you naked a
million times in my head, but none of it compares to this,” he
says, running a fingertip over my collarbone then down the swell of
my left breast, stopping to rub circles around the pert
nipple.

Goose bumps suddenly pop up
on my skin, and even though I am still heated from all the heavy
lifting, a rush of coolness creeps around me. The knowledge that I
was not the only one wishing for this moment makes my heart and
other more sensitive parts of my body swell in pleasure.

Trailing down past my breast
and along the sensitive skin on my left side, Henry’s finger is
soon joined by two more as he draws them farther down my body, as
if mapping each dip and curve. When he reaches my aching core, I
practically melt into the blankets beneath me.

Parting my folds, he looks
upon my pink flesh with reverence, and a flush takes over my entire
body. I have never had a man look at me in such a way. I feel
beautiful and precious under his gaze, like my body was made just
for him.

Henry is nothing like I
expected. This salacious behavior is such a contrast to the gentle
nature he has shown me up until now. I need more. I want to
experience every side that is Henry, and I want to start right
now.

When I spread my legs
farther apart in invitation, Henry needs no words to understand. He
begins to slowly trace my folds before gently entering me with two
fingers. I gasp at the sensation and lift my hips for more. Slick
with desire, Henry glides his fingers easily in and out of me. This
is all almost too much.

With Braydon, everything was
harried and fast. There was no time for gentle touches or words of
devotion. We were both merely trying to reach that peak as quickly
as possible. However, this… This is what it really means to connect
with someone.

Henry is taking his time,
using the tips of his fingers to search out and discover which
parts of my body respond with pleasure by touch alone. With his
fingers deep inside me, he takes one nipple into his mouth,
lavishing licks, kisses, and tugs on it before moving on to the
next. I purr in satisfaction as he then works his way lower and
settles between my legs.

Removing his fingers from
inside me, he bestows whisper-like kisses to each thigh before his
tongue seeks out my heated flesh and licks in one long, glorious
stroke.

“
Don’t stop, Henry. That
feels so good.”

Henry continues to lick and
nibble at my flesh, eliciting moans so loud I am sure that, if my
new neighbor Danielle is home, she is sure to hear me.

After what feels like an
eternity, Henry pulls away. Sitting on his heels, he then reaches
over to his discarded jeans lying on the floor where he pulls out
his wallet and retrieves a condom.

At the sight of the foil
packet in his hands, I grin knowing full well that Henry is not one
to carry around condoms.

“
I was kind of hoping.”
Henry says with the most adorable smile and a shrug of his
shoulders.

“
I’m glad you came
prepared. Now get back over here and show me what you’ve got.” I
wink.

“
Oh, don’t you worry; I got
a whole lot for you,” he quips back while looking down at his very
large and impressive cock.

We both giggle like
two-year-olds but stop once our eyes meet. With a serious stare,
Henry crawls back over to me and gently begins to kiss down the
side of my neck.

I turn my head toward him,
and our lips meet, kissing gently as my hands once again start to
roam over his chest.

“
I really am glad you came
prepared,” I whisper softly.

“
Me, too.”

Removing the condom from
Henry’s grip, I tear open the package, and in one slow stroke, I
roll it down over his erection.

Once I lie back on the floor
with Henry above me, he eases into me gently, finally connecting us
in the most intimate way. Everything around us disappears: the
unopened boxes and discarded food—everything except for Henry and I
and our combined moans.

With each deep thrust, Henry
brings me to the brink of pleasure.

“
Oh, God… Right
there.”

“
I need you to hold on just
a little bit longer, Kate. Can you do that for me?”

“
Y-yes” I whimper, trying
so hard to do as Henry asks.