Page 25 of With A Little Luck

He chuckles. “Like I said, you’re lucky you’re cute because somehow the snoring was precious.

I could do without smelling Trigg first thing in the morning, but waking up with your ass pressed to my dick was a solid diversion.

” His hands slide down my sides. One teases over my hip and down to cradle my pussy while the other works up to cup my breast.

It’s a good distraction from how big and open the bathroom is.

Even the shower is fancy, with a strip of frosted glass across the middle to offer some illusion of privacy.

A bench takes up the entire end wall, and it has a panel of buttons that Hart mentioned is for swapping between the rainfall feature, the normal dual shower heads, and the wand-sprayer thingy hanging over the bench.

He pinches my nipple and spreads my lower lips, circling my clit.

My head falls back against his chest as my eyes close. The water helps mute some of it, but his scent still permeates the air. It’s like the weather on a cold, snowy morning when you step out and want to take a walk in the woods.

I love it…almost as much as I appreciate him keeping us from falling over.

He nudges my feet apart just a little, which gives him more room to work my core.

His hard length bumps my ass, and the low groans he releases as he scrapes his teeth over my shoulder are intense.

But just like he held me together at the seams last night, he also keeps me upright this morning.

It’s a wild feeling being able to count on him, and I’m growing addicted to the way he always makes me feel safe.

Long arms for the win .

Hart teases his thumb around my swollen nub and tests my opening with what feels like two fingers.

I’m already slick—just from the tender touches as we soaped each other up. My inner walls cling to his thick digits, and I groan.

He’s magical.

He knows just where to aim and how to stretch his fingers to send me soaring. “You like that. Don’t you, beautiful? Imagine my cock in place of my hand. How stretched you’d be then.” He growls, grinding his slick shaft against my ass.

Hart swaps between teasing my tits and flattening his hand on my sternum to keep me in place. Everything amps up, and I have to lean against his muscular chest with how violently my legs shake.

“Come all over my fingers, and I’ll let you have my cock.” His warm breath fans over my neck, and he nips at my ear. He crooks his fingers, raking my G-spot, and I tumble over the edge.

My shoulders tremble as euphoria rips through my nerve endings, and a choked moan slips from my lips. He knows just how to wring every ounce of pleasure from my system, stretching and twisting his fingers.

Hartley keeps me upright, teasing my clit with lighter pressure while allowing me the chance to come back to reality. As soon as my eyes pop open, he pulls his hand free of my core.

“Don’t fall over.” He chuckles and moves to the bench, stretching back and wrapping his fist around his length. His blue eyes meet mine as he licks his lips. “I ache for you, Quincy.” It comes out low and gravelly.

I move forward, and as soon as I’m within reach, he wraps his forearm around my ass. He really must not trust my center of gravity.

Not that I have much more faith in it these days.

He tugs me closer, and I climb onto his lap. The shower bench digs into my shins almost painfully, but Hart latches on to my nipple, flicking his tongue over it, and it distracts me from the discomfort.

I moan, my head falling to rest on his shoulder. He released his shaft when I climbed onto his lap, but he works around my stomach and grabs his length once more. His tip bumps my lower lips and brushes my clit.

His forearm flexes as he jerks himself a few times and repositions at my opening. Somehow my face ends up buried in his neck, and I lick and suck on the skin just below where his beard ends.

Hart growls, and he uses his forearm around my ass to shove me down. His crown ends up buried just inside me, and I fall on my knees to force him even deeper. “That’s it. Let me in.”

My tits ache as my nipples tighten painfully, and he pulls his hand from between us. Both of his palms move to my ass, and he lifts and drops me with force.

I’m warm and floaty and a little disconnected from reality.

He feels too good, and my brain can’t seem to focus on anything else. He’s so hard, and the stretch is delicious.

Warm water ricochets down my back and over my legs, but it doesn’t drown out Hart’s scent.

He continues to help guide me over his length while his other hand teases up my back. He buries his fingers in my hair and pulls my face from his neck. “You good?”

I nod. “You feel amazing.”

“Your slick is dripping down my knot and balls.” He growls. “Fuck. Kiss me.” Bringing my face close to his, he shoves his tongue into my mouth.

If I thought it was hard to focus before, I was wrong. Everything is hazy and muted, almost like a dream. Arousal sits heavy in my abdomen, and it builds as my oversensitive nipples tighten in the cool air.

Hart must find a way to use his feet as leverage because he begins bucking up to meet me as I do my best to grind over him.

My clit aches, and I stretch a hand down to tease it.

I really want to come again, this time with him inside me, and the way his cock swells tells me I don’t have much time to catch up.

I might be on top of him, but Hart is the one in control. There’s something so sensual about being surrounded by him. The way his strong forearm digs into my hip as his hand flexes on my ass. Even the little moans that vibrate out around our kiss.

Speeding up, I apply firmer pressure to my clit.

Hart’s muscles get tight, and his shaft grows thicker and lower.

“I’m gonna fill your tight little pussy up.” His crown brushes that sensitive spot deep inside me, and he tugs my hair. “Come for me, beautiful. I want to feel you strangling my cock as I fuck you full of my cum.”

My body didn’t need the instruction. I was already dangerously close to the edge, but his words send me over the cliff.

A string of nonsensical begging spills from my lips as I grind over his jerking cock. My pussy is desperate to lock him in place, but feeling him drag along my inner walls will have to do.

My face falls to his shoulder, and Hart releases my hair enough to make the move possible. I sob, my face rolling around his skin as he curses. Pleasure lights through my system for so long it’s almost painful.

I’m overstimulated and exhausted, leaning into him as I struggle to catch my breath.

He palms the back of my head, and it feels like a perfect moment in time. “That was almost too good.”

His scent soothes my system, and I mumble my agreement.

My stomach pushes against his, and I know I should offer to climb off his lap, but I can’t force myself to say the words.

Hartley doesn’t rush me. Instead, he cradles me to his chest while I breathe him in.

He runs his fingers through my hair and uses his other hand to tenderly tease up and down my spine as my body shakes with the aftershocks of my orgasm.

“You make me really happy, Hart,” I whisper, biting my cheek.

My chest tightens. I didn’t mean to say that, but it’s true.

It feels like everything is moving really fast, and normally, I’m a slow and steady kind of person.

At the same time, I don’t want him to question how I’m feeling, especially with all the changes we’ve been through in the last twenty-four hours.

“God, beautiful.” He nuzzles his cheek to the top of my head. “Me too.”

I find myself smiling against his shoulder. He’s just so damn easy to believe.

“Ready for breakfast?” he asks, patting my back.

It feels like it should be time to crawl back into bed to sleep for another hour or two.

“You can always take a mid-morning nap.” Hart chuckles, almost like he can read my mind. “But we need to make sure you and the nugget are fed.”

“Thanks, Hart.”

“Always.”