Lucky Strike (7 page)

Damn if his skillful fingers aren’t like magic, though. I can feel the heat building. My pussy throbbing all around his nimble fingers.

“You like this, me taking the control away from you, huh? Yeah, you’re loving this I can tell. Your pussy is devouring my fingers, pulling them even deeper. That’s it, Clover, fuck my hand. Come all over these fucking fingers.”

I should hate this. No one controls me or my pleasure, but God damn this is turning me on so fucking much. “Fuck, Ryder!” I scream as my orgasm surges through me. Every pulse rocking me, my whole body shaking with pleasure.

My wobbly legs give out and I collapse into Ryder’s arms. He pulls me up off my feet then turns off the water and carries me out of the shower. Setting me down on the bathroom counter, he wraps me in a big white fluffy towel and I silently wonder why he didn’t fuck me right there in the shower. He’s still hard as a rock, and the way he’s eyeing me, I know he wants it. I reach for his erection, but he stops me before I can wrap my hand around him.

“You’re not ready for that,” he says wrapping a towel around his waist.

“What do you mean, I’m not ready for your cock? Remember I’ve already had it.” I reach for him again only to have him pull further away from me.

“You’re not ready to fully give yourself to me. To let go of control and let me give you pleasure like you’ve never experienced before.”

“Seems presumptuous of you to think you’re better than any man I’ve ever been with.”
Cocky fucking bastard.
Many men have claimed to be the best I’ll ever have, but they all end up disappointing me in the end. What makes Ryder think he stands a chance? This is exactly why I control every aspect of the bedroom.

“Please,” he huffs. “Look what I did to you with just my hand once you let go of control. Now imagine what I could do to you with my mouth and my dick if you just let me.”

My thighs instinctively pinch together at the thought of his face buried between my legs. I will admit, watching Ryder lick an ice cream cone has made me wet on more than one occasion. I can only imagine what that skillful tongue could do to my pussy. After that night in the club, my body craves his cock. Jackson couldn’t fulfill my need in that department. My only problem is that I’ve never been able to release control to anyone after what my parents and Jackson did to me. Trying to force me into a life I never wanted, but for that brief moment, I gave into Ryder it was the most intense release I’ve ever had.

“Why do you need to control me?”

He closes the space between us. His hand cupping my chin, bringing my eyes up to his. The loving look in his eyes sending a comforting warmth through my body.

“Because I know it’s what
you
need.”

I can see Lucky’s body tense at my statement. Releasing control is something Lucky has always had a hard time doing. She controls every aspect of her life. It started after we graduated, her parents wanted her to follow the path they had laid out for her, which was to go to college and marry some rich asshole they approved of. When they said they would disown her if she didn’t follow their rules, she washed her hands of them and their money and moved to San Francisco to live her dream of being an artist. Sadly she met that asshat, Jackson while there and put her trust in him to take care of her, only to have him leave her with nothing. So after that, she vowed to never put her trust in anyone but herself.

She’s been taking care of herself for so long that she doesn’t know any other way. If she would just trust me, I could show her it’s okay to let someone else take care of her. That’s all I really want in this world is to take care of my Lucky Clover.

“I don’t think I can do that,” she mumbles, dropping her eyes from mine.

“Look Lucky, it’s not about me wanting to change who you are. I love that you are so fierce and independent, but I’ve spent years taking care of your emotional needs, being a shoulder for you to lean on now let me fulfill all your needs.”

I pull open her towel, her long dark brown hair cascading down around her full, supple tits. She looks damn sexy with darker hair. My fingers dancing up along her creamy alabaster skin. Her body relaxing against my touch. “I’m a patient man, Lucky, and I will wait for as long as I have to. But I
will
own every part of you because you already own all of me.”

My fingers trace a heart along her chest. “I
will
own your heart,” my fingers trail down along her breast, circling her taut little peak, “these gorgeous tits…” I lean in closer, my lips hovering over hers “…and these beautiful full lips will be mine to kiss.” Our lips meet in a warm kiss. Her soft moans are like music to my ears.

“This body will be mine to pleasure in any way I see fit.” My other hand slips between us. Fingers dipping between her deliciously wet folds. Lucky’s head drops back against the mirror, her hips instinctively rolling against my hand.

“Ryder,” my name slips from her lips in a breathy whisper.

I bring my fingers to my mouth, they are glistening with her sweet juices. My mouth watering for a taste. “And your tight little pussy will crave only my cock.” I lick her from each finger. Her sparkling green eyes watching every flick of my tongue. “Just let go, Lucky. Let me cherish you the way you deserve.”

I hear her whisper, “Fuck,” under her breath and I know I have her right where I want her, but I also know she’ll give me this moment then fight me the next. Lucky is like a wild horse that needs a caring hand to break her and I’m just the man to do it.

“Take me,” she murmurs pulling me to her lips. Her deep kiss full of desperation and need. “Take all of me, every inch of me is yours. Use me until there is nothing left.”

I lift her up into my arms and carry her back into the bedroom, gently laying her back on the bed. I’ve dreamt of this moment since I was fifteen. I’ve played out every filthy fantasy of how I would fuck her when I got the chance, but now that I have this chance again all I want in reality is make love to her. Be sweet to her, at least for now. When I know she’s ready, I will have her in every dirty fucked up way I’ve ever imagined.

I crawl over her, kissing every inch of her perfect body. Tracing my fingers along the lines of the tattoos that embellish her left arm. I remember every afternoon we spent at Rudy’s Tattoo Parlor getting our sleeves done like it was yesterday. Each sparrow, each peony on her arm representing a moment in time when we were at our happiest. When the world was ours.

Resting my hands on either side of her head, I hover keeping her locked in my gaze as I slowly push my length inside her, filling her to the hilt. She’s so warm and tight. She feels better than I had remembered. That night in the club happened so quickly I didn’t have a chance to savor the moment. Now that I get my redo, I’m going to enjoy every thrust, every moan that falls from her lips and every pulse of her orgasm.

“Ryder fast...” She starts to say but drifts off as I sink deeper inside her. Her pussy milking me to go deeper.

“Shhh. Just be in this moment with me. With us. Feel how perfect we are together.”

I sit up pulling her with me. My fingers tangling in her hair and pulling her head back in a hard tug of my wrist. A tiny gasp escapes her lips as my tongue glides up the nape of her neck to her beautiful full lips. My hips snapping hard, driving my cock deeper into her tight little pussy. Her nails digging into my shoulders. The delicious sting of pain ignites a deep fire inside me, forcing me to go harder.

The bed creaks beneath us as the headboard bangs against the wall. Lucky’s screams of pleasure echoing through the tiny room. Her pussy is throbbing and pulsates around me. Her body begins to shake her release taking her over. God damn she looks so fucking sexy when she comes. Her green eyes glow dark with lust. Her little whimpers and moans continue as I pound into her are the most incredible thing I’ve ever heard. She holds me tighter against her as I work myself to the brink. Her pussy milking me for all that I have until I’m blowing my load into her giving her what she needs.

We sit in the middle of the bed still tangled in each other coming down from our high. I sweep away a few stray strands of hair from Lucky’s eyes. Her breath calming and I can tell she is still in a blissful daze.

“See how good we are together. This is how good it can be all the time.”

Two hours later Lucky and I find ourselves standing in awe outside the large two story white Victorian house, that as kids we only dreamt about seeing.

“I can’t believe I’m actually standing outside Mikey’s house.” Her face erupts into an enormously excited smile. I haven’t seen her smile like that in years.

“You know what we have to do, don’t you?” She gives me a sideways glance as she grabs the hem of her T-shirt.

“Truffle shuffle,” I reply with a smirk.

“Truffle shuffle!” She cheers. We both lift up our shirts and start to shake and dance around.

I freeze in my spot when I hear Lucky laughing. She looks like the happy, carefree young girl that used to truffle shuffle in my living room when we were kids. I haven’t seen her this carefree since she came back from San Francisco seven years ago. Lucky stops and turns to see why I’ve stopped dancing.

“What’s the matter? Why are you looking at me like that?” she asks

“It’s just I haven’t heard you laugh like that since we were kids,” I reply.

“I’ve laughed plenty of times since then, weirdo,” she scoffs, smoothing her shirt back down.

“Not like
that.
”

“Whatever you say, crazy. Now come on, we have more places to see. I want to see the jail where the
Fratelli
brothers escaped.” She grabs my hand and pulls me back down the path to the car.

The sun is beginning to set when we finally make our way down to Cannon Beach, where the
Goonies
started their adventure. We spent the rest of the afternoon touring around Astoria. Seeing the jailhouse and the diner where
Chunk
sees the car chase with the
Fratelli’s
and the cops. It was an amazing afternoon and was good to see Lucky smiling and laughing again.

We make our way down the sandy beach, stopping at the water’s edge. I move behind Lucky and wrap my arms around her, and we stand quietly watching the rays of orange and red dancing across the ocean. It’s like a fucking dream.

“Thank you for today, Ryder. I really needed this.” She softly smiles, resting her hand over mine.

“Anything for you, Lucky,” I say, then kiss her cheek. I know she needed this day but so did I. Once we get back to Seattle time will start again. And the potential of Jackson showing up only grows with every mile we get closer to home. I just hope if he does show his face again, Lucky will have the strength to let him go and choose me. Which means I need to make damn sure I give her a reason to fucking stay.

“We should be getting back to the hotel, we have to get back on the road in the morning.” I start to pull away but Lucky stops me.

“Wait, we should make a wish before we go.” She reaches into my coat pocket and grabs out two pennies.

“Lucky, if you haven’t noticed this is the ocean, not a wishing well.” I chuckle.

“No shit, Ryder. What I mean is that since we didn’t get a chance to make a wish in the wishing well from the movie, we could, at least, make one here.” Lucky closes her eyes and holds her coin in her hand as she silently makes her wish. Once she’s done, she opens her eyes again and launches the coin out into the ocean.

“What did you wish for?” I ask lifting a curious eyebrow up at her.

“If I tell you it won’t come true.” She grins then looks down at the coin in my hand. “Aren’t you going to make a wish?”

“I don’t have to, I already got my wish.”

“Oh really, and what wish was that?”

I close the gap between us, leaning into her ear I whisper, “You are my wish.”