Page 94 of Lucky Shot
“No,” I tell him with my eyes closed, relishing the way his mouth moves over my cheeks. My nose. My eyes. My lips. “We have to go.”
He grumps and I grin. Sinking down onto him fully, I tuck my arms under him and wrap myself around him tightly. Pretty sighs and presses his cheek to mine. “I want everything all at once,” he says quietly.”But maybe this is the best thing ever right now. Just laying in your arms.”
I hum in agreement.
For a long time, that’s just how we stay. Sometimes we kiss but mostly we remain wrapped up in each other, enjoying feeling the other’s heartbeat.
I had the foresight to set my alarm, so we’d have enough time to get ready. Pretty groans and scowls when I extract myself from him, telling him it’s time to get changed.
When he’s still pouting after we get off the bed, I ask, “Can I get you ready, Pretty?”
The pout disappears and his eyes get wide. His breath catches as he nods. “Yes,” he breathes. It’s barely a voice, just a breath of agreement.
He’s made it easy for me to poke around in his suitcase since it’s already open. “Just wait here. Don’t move. Okay?”
Pretty nods. “Yes.”
Returning to the door, I wheel mine inside and set it up on the desk, opening it like Pretty’s is on the chest of drawers. I pull out my suit that’s neatly and carefully stowed within a folded garment bag within my suitcase and bring it to the closet to hang next to Pretty’s. Then I find what I’m looking for and set it on top.
Moving to Pretty’s suitcase, I shuffle his clothes around, careful not to make them a mess, and pick out some lacy underwear. I’d brought several pairs for him, just in case he neglected to pack any. I’m thrilled to find that he did.
I turn to find Pretty watching with his cheeks flushed.
When I have the few things from the luggage set on top, I move close to him again, touching my fingertips to his cheeks. “You going to be okay if I undress you?”
A quiet whimper leaves his mouth as he nods. “Remember when you asked if I wanted to be hard all through dinner?” he reminds me.
I grin. “We both will be.”
That doesn’t serve as the sympathetic comment I intended. He groans.
While I try not to make undressing him overly sexual, I can’t help myself. Running my fingers down his ribs to his waist, I bunch the ends of his shirt up to reveal just a hint of his stomach. His soft, smooth skin has me almost panting and I barely see any of it. Then I pull his shirt over his head.
My eyes are glued to his perfection. Lean, hard, and defined, Pretty is simply breathtaking. I run my fingers lightly over his skin. Just to touch him. To become familiar with his texture, his warmth. The way his muscles move under my fingers.
His abs aren’t loudly defined, but I let my hands splay across them before they drop to his pants. My fingers slide under the elastic, and I push them over his hips, his round ass. I drop to my knees, slowly bringing them down with me.
Revealing his body inch by inch until he’s left in nothing but his underwear where there’s a very nice, hardening package waiting for me. I lick my lips, my body heating like I just cranked the temperature in the room to ninety.
I don’t touch him yet. My fingers tingle becausefuck me,I want to touch him. We don’t have time, though. We just don’t have time!
With that firmly in mind, I slowly bring his underwear down too. My hands move over his tight, firm ass. The moan he lets out has me quivering.
I’m not sure which of us is feeling more tortured as I gradually bring his underwear down his thighs, dragging his hard dick with them until the head is finally released and he bounces back up. I swear to fuck that thing is pointing at me. Reaching for me. His muscles contract and it bounces an inch or so, making us both groan.
“Step out,” I say, voice husky.
Pretty lifts one foot and then the other until I can pull his underwear completely away and he’s left naked and exposed before me.
I study his body, drinking in every flawless inch until I meet his eyes. They’re filled with heat. With need and want and such a burning desire, I can feel the heat on my face.
“I promise,” I say as I get to my feet and press my mouth to his. He groans again, sinking his body against mine. “I swear, we’ll spend just the necessary time at dinner. Then I’m going to worship you like the fucking angel you are, Pretty Boy. Okay? Can you wait a while longer?”
“I’ll wait forever for you,” he says. His eyes blink several times. I’m not sure he’s even aware of the conversation right now. But then he says, “Also, I’m going to die if you make me wait forever.”
I chuckle and kiss him again. “Not forever, my sweet baby. Just a couple hours.”
Pretty nods. I kiss him again and reluctantly move away to pick up his underwear. I dip back down and help him step into them. While I try like fucking hell not to make it sensual, my fingers glide up his legs as I bring them into place. I straighten the material out around his ass cheeks, the bottoms not being covered at all.
