Just Her Luck (48 page)

Does he know he's utterly ridiculous when he's upset?

I hope he never figures out how entertaining I find it, he'd probably never stop.

He rolled over right when I was drifting off to sleep, cuddling me close.

"This doesn't mean a thing. I'm still mad at you," he grumbled, legs entwining with mine, his nose nuzzling me, lips nibbling playfully at my neck, "I'm just...
cold."

Uh-huh, cold.

He feels nice and warm to me.

I'm not even going to bring it up that he's lost the sheet.

I’d only told him that crap to see how he'd react.

"Whatever you say,
cupcake
. Whatever you say."

"Damn, straight," he muttered, settling himself in, falling to sleep shortly.

****

There was a soft groan, followed by a moan, then the rustling of sheets.

Groggy, I rolled over to see what was wrong.

Thatcher was fast asleep on his back, mumbling and biting his lip, writhing around on the bed.

Talking, apparently, isn't all he does in his sleep
, I thought, eyeing his erection as he thrust up against the sheet his hands were fisting tight across his mid-section.

"Mmmm... he mumbled... oh, god... right
there,
love..."

I slapped a hand over my mouth to stifle any noises that might escape me as I watched him.

Like a true voyeur, eyes drifting from his head to his toes, I found myself, aroused by his lusty thrusting and incoherent mumbling, yet oddly intrigued, my humor about the situation drying up fast as I felt my body heating up fast, tingles of sexual awareness whispering through me, priming me.

Who's he dreaming about?
I wondered.

Is it me?

"Say my name, stud muffin," I murmured huskily, trying not to let my voice crack on a laugh, "and I'll give you what you want."

"Touch me, oh, god, touch me first. I'll say whatever you want, my love, as long as you touch me first," he groaned, answering me in his sleep.

Hmmm...

I slid the sheet down slowly, biting my lip when he shivered and gasped, arching himself upward and off the bed.

I ran my hand up his thigh, slowly making my way to his cock, admiring the dribble of cum leaking from the tip.

It jutted straight up and out, a hard piece of steel bobbing into the cooler morning air.

"Oh, love. Mmmm... Vieve, please..."

The second he murmured my name, his tone reverent and full of need, almost pleading, I leaned down and sucked on the head of his cock, tongue sweeping out to taste him.

He groaned and cupped my head, urging me to go further, take him all the way in.

I hummed my approval and reached up to squeeze his balls, his whole body jerking when I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft, sucking the thick, fat, mushroomed tip back into my mouth.

He jackknifed up on the bed, my name a strangled cry on his lips, eyes popping open wide as he jerked and gasped awake.

I peeked up at him and put a hand on his chest, urging him to lay back down, giving his shaft another slow, explorative lick, taking my time, enjoying the heady rush of being the one in charge for once.

"Love?" he panted, reaching for me, eyes all slumberous and half lidded, smoldering with carnal heat.

I protested when he would have pulled me towards him, unwilling to give up my prize.

"Vieve..."

I shook my head and took him into my mouth experimentally, shallow at first, then a little bit deeper, a fraction of him at a time.

"Vieve!" he growled, fisting his hand in my hair, tugging on it a little to get my attention, hips jerking as he grew restless.

Letting him slide out of my mouth, I let my teeth run down the length of him, a gentle warning, humming in the back of my throat in approval when he let his grip loosen on my locks as he caved and gave in, stopped trying to stop me.

"I want you... but I don't want you to stop... ah..." he moaned, thrusting shallowly into the moist cavern of my mouth, eyes squeezed shut tight in ecstasy.

He reached for my hair again, but this time he fisted it to keep me in place.

I let him.

Moaning around what I thought of as mine, I sucked him down, taking him in as far as he could go, letting him hit the back of my throat before I bobbed back up, smiling around his shaft when his death grip on my hair loosened, his expression quickly changing.

"That feels so... Mmmm... good... I... I... I can't... when you... oh, Vieve..."

I let him fall out of my mouth with a wet plop, grinning when he whimpered in protest.

"Are you awake now, my little cupcake?" I purred, leaning over him to reach into my nightstand drawer.

"Wide awake," he panted, tugging at my nightgown, breaking a strap in his haste.

I settled myself between his legs, straddling his hips, just below his good bits, pulling my nightgown off over my head.

"Better?" I murmured throatily, leaning down over him, condom in my hand, breasts swaying close to his face, his eyes glazed with raw passion.

"I've always fancied myself a boob man. I love a big rack. And these pretty things right here, my luscious honey pot," he whispered, cupping my breasts, "Are prize worthy."

He tugged on my nipples, plucking gently at my piercings.

"Oh, look," he teased, "they even come with their own hood ornaments." He held my breasts up for me to see, grinning like a boy at Christmas.

"Shut up," I snorted, letting him have his fun, running my hands up and down the sculpted planes of his chest as I arched myself into him, sliding my groin up under his shaft, hot pussy lips grazing him as he plucked and played with my breasts, making me squirm under his touch, his large warm hands playing them expertly.

"You have a tongue ring too," he purred, "I like the way it feels when you rub it on my dick, my love. It feels so good."

"Yeah?" I gasped, growing impatient now, tearing the foil wrapper with my teeth, "Wanna feel something even better?"

I rolled the condom on him and gripped his turgid shaft, squeezing the base for a second, lining myself up with him.

"Ahh, just like that, love," he urged gripping my hips, fingers digging into my flesh as I slowly impaled myself on him.

"You know," I looked down at him thoughtfully, "I never was one with a lot of patience."

"Huh?" he said distractedly.

I grinned and lifted up with my hips, slamming down on him in a quick hard thrust, enveloping him in a second, surrounding him with my warm, welcoming heat.

He let out an exultant shout, throwing his head back, neck straining, chest heaving, cock swelling slightly as he started trembling all over.

"Think you can last?" I taunted, picking up a steady, pounding rhythm, using his chest for leverage as I worked him hard, letting myself go as I gave in to the moment, gave in to this, to us, taking him just as hard, as ruthlessly as I know he would have if I'd only given him the chance.

"You putting down the gauntlet, honey lamb?" he quipped between thrusts, digging his heels into the bed to arch up into me, guiding me along with his hands dug into my ass, imploring me, without words, to move right where he wanted me, where he needs me.

"What are you talking about? I already own your sweet ass." I slapped his sexy bum on one of his upward thrusts, enjoying his surprised grunt. "No gauntlet needed," I smirked with cocky confidence, enjoying the coming ire in his bright green gaze, smiling at him with a condescending grin for his inability to back down from such a challenge.

"Be careful,
pookiekins
," he ground out, sweat beading all over his scrumptious body, trying to hold his own orgasm back, "I come with a no return policy."

"Really?" I ground myself down on him, pussy spasming in the beginnings of impending orgasm, "I don't remember ever buying a large blonde pain in the ass."

"I could think of a few good places you could put that smart mouth to use," he taunted, grinning in triumph when he rammed my sweet spot and I gasped and cried out and he thought he was going to win.

I slid my hand down to his balls, not missing a beat as I rode him hard, giving him a small devilish smile.

"Oh,
cupcake
," I purred sweetly, clamping my kegel muscles down on him hard, "If you ever learn anything about me, when I'm playing a game, for real, I don't like to lose."

My fingers slid down to the crack of his ass, one finger dipping down to press down on the top of his asshole, not entering him, just gently applying a steady pressure.

"Genevieve!" he squawked hoarsely, shocked, eyes wide as he swallowed hard.

Ignoring his garbled protests, saddled firmly on top of him
- despite him practically trying to buck me off-
my other hand quickly reached back on a downward thrust to grip his balls firmly, twisting just the tiniest bit, sending him shouting out gutturally, spiraling into a body quaking orgasm.

He took me over with him as he gripped a handful of my ass in one hand and reached between us, trembling fingers grinding my clit down, making sure it was hit with his every sharp upward thrust, my body igniting in true rapture, incinerating me from the inside out.

I worked myself on him voraciously, determined to draw out and extract every temptingly delectable bit of pleasure we both had to offer, his loud continued shouts of completion gratifying to my already satisfied, sexually content being, prolonging my own climax.

When the fervor died down and I eventually slumped against him, he sighed contentedly, hands rubbing up and down my back.

"You need to go get rid of the condom," I said on a yawn.

"Mmmm..." he murmured, rolling me onto my side, kissing me with great relish, "I forgot."

I bit his lip when he went to pull back, smiling when he grunted and tried to give me a look.

"Weh go."

I smiled, but continued to hold him captive.

"Wenewieve."

I snorted.

He growled, diving in for a kiss, tongues tangling when I finally let go of his captive lip, his kiss hard and insistent, giving as much as taking, building, growing hot and needy fast.

He pulled me underneath him, caging me in, reaching down between us, hand cupping my sex as he rubbed his palm over me.

"Just remember, love," he chuckled darkly, his hand leaving my sex, pulling it back to chuck something over his shoulder.

"What was that?" I shifted, trying to see.

He gripped my chin, bringing my focus back solely to him, and I felt him hot and hard against my thigh, ready to go again.

Tempted beyond reason, though still sensitive from our initial romp, I shivered.

He noticed and gave me a lascivious grin, biting at my lips.

"Remember, love. It's like I said," he whispered against my lips, fingers parting the lips of my sex, the feeling of his cock head teasing at the entrance of my sex making me squirm.

He thrust into me quickly, letting out an appreciative grunt as I wrapped my legs around him and held on tight.

I cried out as he pulled out and immediately thrust back in, my nails digging into his back, my already swollen inner tissues protesting his abrupt invasion, over sensitized pussy throbbing and twitching back to life, hugging his dick to me snuggly, keeping him cradled deep inside.

"No return policy,” he grunted, “You wanted me- you got me.
All of me
."

He pulled all the way out and forced his way back in, giving me a smug smile when I threw my head back and let out a muffled moan, biting at my lip to keep from crying out.

"I'm gonna make you scream, love," he taunted, "No use fighting it, you own this sweet ass." He flexed and ground his pelvis into mine, the pressure too soon, too much, a scream tearing from my throat as I creamed all over his cock, coming hard, climax overtaking me once more.

"Ah, fuck!" he yelled, making the bed rattle as he took me with short, jabbing thrusts, the headboard banging loudly on the wall, his cock jerking as he came.

He let out a loud, harsh, rasping groan, shoving himself down into me as far as our bodies would allow, pushing me down into the bed until it squeaked in protest, chanting my name like a prayer.

Drained and tired, I didn't protest when he slumped down on top of me, squashing my poor, battered body, his long drawn out sigh of pleasure turning into a soft snore.

I chuckled a little, snort giggling underneath him uncontrollably, until his weight was too much for me and I nudged him, finger stabbing at his ass cheek until he grunted and rolled off, tucking me up tightly against him.

"Good night, Genevieve," he kissed my neck, "I love you."

He fell back to sleep right away, snoring like a demented lumberjack, or a severely congested grizzly bear, making me add ear plugs to my list of things to pick up from the hardware store.