Page 49 of With A Little Luck

Chapter Forty-One

Quincy

T he vibration of Ridge’s purr against my cheek, combined with how potent his pheromones are, succeeds in settling my system. My face rubs against the material of his shirt, and I run my fingers over his collarbone.

Ridge is so big that he manages to make me feel tiny in comparison. I have to rise on my knees to see his face. We both have blue eyes, but while mine are pale, his are shocking and vibrant. With his dark hair and beard, they stick out even more drastically.

When I didn’t know how to find him, I was afraid that the baby would come out looking like him, and for the rest of my life, I would see the one who got away every time I looked at her.

Now? I hope our daughter gets his eyes and his sense of humor.

I want her to have all those traits that make him who he is.

My fingers dig into his jaw as I catch his bottom lip between my teeth, tugging it and swirling my tongue around it.

Ridge’s hand clamps down on my hip, and his forearm pushes against my lower back, bringing me even closer to him. He tastes slightly minty, likely from the candies he snagged from the dish on Calder’s desk, and he feels so sturdy under me.

In my entire life, I’ve never been as afraid as I was yesterday, and I do my best to pour my emotions into the kiss. At first, it’s frantic as I attack his mouth, but it transforms into a tender, sensual kiss with lots of tongue.

Time loses all meaning, and I find myself gyrating over his zipper as his hand tightens on my back. I hate that I have to pull back to breathe, but there’s no way around it.

My cheek comes to rest against Ridge’s, and although I can’t see it, I can feel the curve of his smile.

“I was a little worried the medication would keep my dick from working, but I’m happy to announce, that is not the case.” He grips my hip, grinding me over his lap.

He is very hard, and I would love to feel him inside me, but he needs more time to heal. That doesn’t stop my body from dumping out an obscene amount of pheromones.

Ridge growls, and my instincts force me to bare my neck to him. A wild groan vibrates from his lips, and he moves to fist my hair, bringing my neck to his mouth.

His beard pokes into my skin, and he scratches his teeth over the tender flesh. It’s a good thing I have a long torso, which helps evenly distribute the baby belly, because if it stuck out even one or two more inches, I don’t think this would be possible.

My nipples tighten, and my core follows suit, pulsing with need.

I didn’t have any waves of heat last night, and I was grateful for that. It’s possible the pure terror kept my system busy, but now that I’m no longer panic-stricken, my physical needs have come back with a fury.

“Ridge…” I whimper and bite my lower lip to keep a whine from escaping.

The way his tongue flicks over my throat doesn’t help my head stay clear. He’s so hard under me that I would give just about anything to have him stretching me to capacity.

“Yeah, sweetheart? All you gotta do is tell me what you need.”

What I need is him!

Working my hands between us is complicated, mostly due to the ridiculous size of my stomach, but I focus on getting Ridge’s belt unbuckled while he continues sucking on my pulse.

He smells so damn good, and he’s been amazing since we reconnected. Every cell in my body aches to show him how grateful I am that he’s made this whole thing as seamless as possible.

I smile as I get his belt undone and move to work on his jeans. Sliding my hand down the front, I groan at the feeling of his soft skin. He’s not wearing boxers or briefs, and my fingertips brush through his pubic hair.

Okay, so sex might be too much exertion, but I bet I could suck him off. That would take minimal effort on his part, right?

I tug against his hold in my hair, and he lessens his grip, making it possible for me to kiss him. His lips feel of a similar temperature to mine, and at least I know this is regular desire and not a wave of heat. I just really want to blow his mind and show him how much he means to me.

The low grunts and growls that he releases are enough to make my pussy embarrassingly wet. Being confined by his jeans makes it harder than it should to touch him, but I stay focused.

I’m eventually able to tease his knot and down a few inches of his shaft as our tongues clash. He manages to make me feel just as desired and consumed by him as he did that night in the hotel.

Pulling back to breathe, I peck a quick kiss on his lips. “I’m going to climb down and suck you off, but I don’t want you to overdo it, so let me handle everything.”

“Aww, fuck. You don’t have to do that.”

“I know. I really want to, though.” I grin and start the slow process of climbing off him. As soon as the air hits my panties, it’s even more evident how soaked I am.

Ridge helps steady me with his good hand, and even if it’s not pretty, I get settled between his thighs.

“Lift up for me,” I instruct, grabbing the top of his jeans. He takes over, shoving them to his knees and allowing them to fall down his calves.

The front of my dress is super stretchy, making it easy to pull my tits out the top.

It’s not much—I’m not willing to get completely naked in some unknown person’s office—but he should be able to enjoy the show.

And damn, with my tits popping out of the top of the bra, it makes them look even perkier than normal.

“These fucking tits…” Ridge groans and stretches down, flicking his fingers over my nipple.

My core clenches around nothing, and my body aches to be greedy. Sex would be good for both of us, but I really want to pamper him for a change.

Pushing up on my knees, I scoot even closer. His jeans trap his legs together, but I fit myself between them and rest my hands on his thighs.

Oh, shit.

I might have been overly optimistic that I could rock his world. I forgot how big he is. This is where determination and prayer come into play.

His massive cock rests against his lower stomach, and I wrap my fist around it.

Jeez.

His shaft is heavy and thick.

He has every reason to be cocky, but he’s actually really down to earth.

His dick will definitely be the biggest one that’s ever been in my mouth. The night we hooked up, he was super focused on me. He never let me try then, but I’m going to do my best now.

Bringing his crown to my lips, I inhale deeply to prepare for needing to hold my breath. The rush of his pheromones that I’m hit with helps to wash away the last bit of nervousness.

Flicking my tongue around his swollen crown, I peek up at him from under my lashes. He tastes salty and manly, and I can’t get enough.

I lap at the slit on the head of his dick like an omega lost to the fog. His shaft jolts, gracing my taste buds with even more of his precum.

A low moan escapes around his tip, and he really seems to like that.

“ Shit , Quincy.” Ridge’s head falls back against the couch, and his muscles tighten almost as if he’s holding himself back from thrusting.

Having him take over by fucking my mouth and using me to get himself off would be so damn sexy, but I don’t want him to inadvertently hurt himself.

I pop off just long enough to say, “Just relax and enjoy. I know I am. You taste delicious. ” Cupping his knot in my hand, I give it a squeeze and dive back onto his dick, hollowing my cheeks and working deeper down his impressive length.

Ridge groans, brushing the backs of his fingers over my nipple. “This isn’t going to last long. I haven’t been with anyone since you, and that night broke a two-year celibacy streak.”

My eyes widen.

Holy shit.

I vaguely remember him mentioning that he wasn’t the type of person to hook up randomly, but under the circumstances, I wasn’t sure if he was being truthful.

My lips drag down his shaft, and I curl my tongue to cup the bottom of his dick as I really start to get into it.

My right hand works the inches of his length that won’t fit in my mouth, and I bring the other to tease and gently roll his balls.

“Jesus fuck,” he growls out the words, wrapping his good hand in my hair. “I can’t even watch or I’m going to embarrass myself.”

I smile around his length and move to focus on his tip to give myself a chance to catch my breath. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt if he guided me with his good arm.

“You can take over if you want.” I release his knot and flatten my hand over his on my skull to show him what I mean as I get back to swallowing as much of his cock as I can.

“Don’t think that’s going to help me last any longer,” he grunts.

God, he’s so freaking cute.

If I was riding him, I’d want him to last as long as possible, but for a blowjob, it’s actually kinda hot thinking about making him lose control before he’s ready.

He takes over, and time starts to lose all meaning as the scent of his arousal, combined with his pheromones, turns my head into a foggy mess.

“Your mouth is fucking heaven,” he growls. “I want to be in so many places all at once. Just wait until my arm is healed; I’m going to toss your thighs over my shoulders and devour your pussy while you fuck my face. You can use my hair to hold on.”

I can’t help but smile.

It might not be the sexiest praise I’ve ever heard, but it’s very Ridge .

He’s gentler than I would expect, even as he shoves my face farther down his throbbing length. For being afraid he might come too fast, that’s not the case at all.

On one particularly deep bob of my head, his crown hits the back of my throat, and I gag a little. It makes my pussy clench, and I ache to feel him stretch my core the way he just did my throat.

“Fucking hell,” Ridge groans. “I can’t take it anymore.

Get your sexy little ass up here.” He tugs on my hair, and I give in, letting his shaft fall against his pelvis with a wet slap.

“Maybe it’s a mental block. Maybe it’s the meds.

I don’t fucking know, but it feels disrespectful to come in your mouth while you’re pregnant. ”