Lucky: The Irish MC (33 page)

I was breathing so hard that my chest was shaking as Chase stroked my labia with calloused fingers. I squirmed and wriggled on the bed, moaning and spreading my legs in order to give him better access. Chase plunged his fingers inside of me and I yelped in pain. Normally, I was so tight that I had trouble putting a tampon in when I was on my period, and Chase’s fingers were thick. After a few seconds, the pain melted into pleasure and Chase locked eyes with me as he thrust his fingers in and out of my pussy. I arched my back and moaned loudly, writhing on the bed, desperate for more of his touch. And then as quickly as it had begun, it was over. Chase pulled his hand away from me and stuck his fingers in his mouth, staring at me as he licked my taste off of his hand. The sight alone was arousing, and I reached down to tug my shorts down my skinny legs.

Chase got to his knees and crossed his arms over his torso. He grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head, exposing a brawny chest covered in tattoos. His biceps bulged as he leaned down and undid the fly of his pants with one hand. I watched nervously; I’d never seen Chase fully undressed before. When his pants were on the ground, he was left in boxer briefs that accentuated the giant erection he was sporting. My mouth was dry as I imagined him popping my cherry with his massive cock. Chase looked down at his erection, then turned to me and grinned.

Nervously, I got on all fours and crawled towards Chase. He stepped towards me, and I nuzzled his belly. He sighed with pleasure and tangled his hands in my dark hair, pulling it out of the makeshift braid I’d worn while running. He smelled like spicy, masculine, musky
man
and I closed my eyes and inhaled his scent deeply. I couldn’t believe how firm and taut his stomach was; it was like there wasn’t an inch of fat anywhere on his body. Chase pushed his hips against me and his cock brushed against my collarbone. It felt gigantic, and I rubbed my hand over the front of his boxers and felt the shape of it. Chase moaned and reached down, yanking his boxers down and stepping out of them with more grace than I thought he’d be able to muster. His cock bobbed free and I tentatively licked the head. Chase moaned enthusiastically. Encouraged, I took the next couple of inches into my mouth, swirling my tongue over the head and sucking gently. Chase groaned and pushed his hips closer to my face. I had to pull back quickly so I wouldn’t gag, but the force of his body against mine was relentless and soon his cock filled my mouth. I couldn’t accommodate all of him, though, and soon Chase reached down and grabbed one of my hands. He wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock and pumped my hand up and down. When I started mimicking the motions on my own, he grunted and thrust his hips into my mouth. I looked up and saw his piercing green eyes staring at me. He visibly shivered, then screwed his eyes shut and tilted his head back with pleasure. I loved that me, tiny little Lacey, was capable of stunning a giant man just with my mouth. It was an incredibly powerful feeling, and as I continued to suck on Chase’s erection, I could feel myself getting wet between the legs.

Abruptly, Chase pulled out of my mouth. His cock was so beautiful, glistening wet with my saliva; there was a tiny bead of moisture right on the tip. I leaned down and gently licked it away with my tongue, causing Chase to shudder. He climbed back on the bed and pushed me down roughly on my back. I was self-conscious about the way I smelled since I’d just been running, but I watched as Chase close his eyes and inhaled the scent of my body. It made me shiver with pleasure and I stretched out my limbs on the bed, reclining on the soft comforter. Every cell in my body was tingling with anticipation and suddenly, I was nervous about Chase touching me or licking me. He ran his tongue down my torso, swirling over my hipbones and going lower and lower until he was right between my inner thighs. Chase looked at me expectantly and I shuddered. Without warning, he plunged his tongue inside of me and licked furiously. Pleasure exploded in my body as Chase relentlessly licked my clit with his tongue. He plunged a finger inside my pussy and gently pumped it in and out as he sucked and nibbled on my labia. I was thrashing on the bed and moaning, arching my back and rubbing my crotch against Chase’s face, desperate for more pleasure. The sharp tip of his nose rubbed against my engorged clit and I howled with pleasure, desperate for more and more.

When Chase pulled away, I practically screamed. I felt like I was on the brink of orgasm, but he merely backed away and grinned at me. I wanted to beg him to touch me, but I thought teasing him might prove more effective so I rolled on my belly and spread my legs, exposing my pussy. Chase sighed. He spanked my ass gently and trailed his hand down my leg, making me squirm. Not being able to see what he was going to do next made it all the more sexy, and I buried my face in the blanket. There was a red flush covering my body and every inch of my skin was on fire. I felt Chase’s fingernails trailing up my thigh.

“Do you have a condom?” Chase asked. I snapped my head up.

“Shit,” I mumbled. “I don’t think so.”

Chapter Thirteen

Chase

“Fuck!” I cried out, and punched the bed with a fist. “Are you fuckin’ sure?”

“I think so,” Lacey squeaked, her head buried in the covers. “I’m sorry.”

I could practically feel my boner deflating, but there was one last resort. “Are you on birth control?”

“I’m on the pill,” Lacey replied. She still refused to meet my eyes.

“Do you trust me?” My question hung in the air.  I watched as Lacey rolled onto her back. Seeing her sweet little tits gave me a spike of arousal, and I felt my cock stiffening.

Lacey’s big grey eyes were wide open. She nodded without saying anything. “Yes,” she said finally. “I trust you.”

I climbed on top of her and kissed her deeply, plunging my tongue in her mouth. She hesitated at first but then greedily opened her mouth and sucked on my tongue. Lacey licked and nibbled my lips and chin, cleaning her juices off of my mouth. I moaned and reached a hand down to steady my cock. Lacey spread her legs further apart and I crawled in between them. Her skin was creamy, soft, and pale. It looked like the silkiest fabric that I’d ever seen, and I felt a sense of wonder as I stroked her body. Lacey moaned into my mouth and I wrapped my arm around her waist, lifting her slightly off the bed and pulling her close. The head of my cock was pressed against her tight labia and I pushed my hips forward, shoving the first inch inside of her tight little pussy.

Lacey gasped in pain and I looked up to see that her eyes were screwed shut. I stroked her hair with one hand and steadied myself against her hip. Concentrating, I plunged in hard. Lacey screamed and I stayed where I was for a minute, not wanting to hurt her. After a moment, the whimpering coming from her mouth subsided and I began to thrust in and out of her pussy in long, slow strokes. She felt incredibly tight and I was already thinking about showering with all of the other guys in prison so I wouldn’t cum early. Lacey arched her back and I watched as her mouth formed an ‘o’ of pleasure. She moaned and rubbed her head against the pillows, eventually pushing her hips against me and mimicking my rhythm. The extra force felt incredibly good and my whole body was on fire as I fucked her over and over. Lacey was whimpering again, but not in pain, and I knew that my pubic bone was hitting her clit every time I thrust inside. Seeing her get off was one of the hottest things that I’d ever watched, and I bit my lip and thrust in harder and harder.

When I was about to come, I paused and pulled out of her. Lacey cried out and looked at me with a red face and mussed hair.

“I need you,” she whispered and pleaded. “Please, Chase. I need you so much.”

“I need you,” I grunted, flipping her on her belly and spreading her legs. Her pussy looked so innocent and pink with its soft patch of dark hair. I reached down and fingered the wet curls, making Lacey squirm. As I touched her, she moaned and pushed her legs into a split position. Her labia was completely pulled apart and I gaped at the secret pink insides, relishing the idea of giving her the first taste of cum that she’d ever had. I stuck a finger inside her pussy and twisted it around, making Lacey squirm. She bucked her hips up and down on the bed and her juices instantly coated my hand. When she spread her legs and started grinding against my hand, I chuckled.
She is so horny for me!
I thought, relishing the idea.
She’s going to get addicted to my cock
. Lacey was oblivious to my evil thoughts as I began to rub her clit in slow circles. She moaned loudly and arched her back. Her clit was so swollen that it felt like a pencil eraser and I rubbed my thumb over it again and again, making her whole body shake and shiver with pleasure.

Without warning, I plunged my cock inside of her and hitched her closer to me. Lacey squirmed and screamed into the blankets and I grabbed her hips, keeping her firmly in place. She was so incredibly tight and wet; it felt like fucking a tight sleeve of warm velvet. Her hair spread out over her back and I grabbed a fistful, tugging and pulling her head back as I thrust my cock in as deeply as it would go. Lacey screamed when I hit her cervix, and I reached a hand under her body and began to rub her clit as I felt my orgasm building. Underneath me, Lacey shuddered and cried. The pleasure built and built in my body until I closed my eyes and grabbed onto her hips, screaming out and coming harder than ever before. My orgasm set off Lacey’s, and the muscles in her pussy tightened and spasmed around my massive cock.

I stayed inside of her for a moment and pulled out slowly. There was a bit of blood on my cock and I wiped it with my boxers before flopping down on the bed next to Lacey. She was breathing so hard that she was shaking and I gently pulled a blanket over her perfect naked body.

“Are you okay?’” I asked, scratching my head. “Did I hurt you?”

Finally, she rolled over and looked at me. Her face was still flushed and her forehead was damp with perspiration. “I’m okay,” she said shakily. “What was that?”

I grinned. “I popped your cherry,” I told her. “You were so sweet. I couldn’t resist.”

A blush crept up Lacey’s already-red face. Her lips were swollen and I realized there was a bite mark on her lower lip. “Thanks,” she whispered shyly. “What’s going to happen now?”

I frowned. “I don’t fucking know,” I told her. “Why are you asking me about that right now?”

The hurt on Lacey’s face was immediately recognizable, and for a moment I almost felt bad. “Never mind,” she said sharply, pulling the blanket around her and shielding her breasts. “Are you going to be able to drive me to Dawning Center?”

I stood up from the bed and stretched, locating my jeans and pulling them on. “Sure,” I said, not looking at her. “Just let me know when you’re ready to go.”

Lacey didn’t say anything as I gathered the rest of my clothes from her room and got dressed. She didn’t move, either, and I watched as she curled up in bed.

“Chase, I feel kind of sick,” she said finally. “I think I’m going to call them and tell them I can’t come in.”

I shrugged. “Whatever you want,” I told her. “Let me know if you change your mind.”

“Do you have to go out today?”

I frowned. I needed to check in with Peyton, and see if he had any more news for me. I hadn’t been able to find who I was looking for at The Pink Diamond, and after that jerk grabbed at Lacey, my focus for the night had been shot to hell. Time was running out, and I knew I had little chance of finding The Machetes and their leader if I stayed focused on Lacey, no matter how sweet a distraction she was proving to be.

“I should,” I told her. “I need to call a friend first.”

Instead of answering, Lacey turned around and faced the wall. She pulled the blanket up over her head. When I realized she wasn’t going to answer me, I shrugged. Women were so fucking confusing sometimes. As shitty as prison had been, at least I hadn’t had to deal with their crazy behavior all the time. It was like they just expected you to read their mind. How the fuck was I supposed to do that? I wasn’t a fucking mind reader.

“There’s something in the cupboard for you,” Lacey said in a muffled voice.

“What is it?”

She didn’t reply. I huffed and walked out to the kitchen, opening all of the cabinet doors. There, in the last one, was an automatic coffee maker. Beside it stood three bags of ground coffee, one plain, one hazelnut, and one decaf. It was momentarily touching to realize that she’d bought the assortment because she didn’t know which kind I preferred.