10 comments/ 58265 views/ 19 favorites Lucky's Lucky Night By: Syri07 It was almost ten when I finally made it to the club. I'd spent the last hour and a half flipping through channels on the t.v., debating on going. A co-worker had invited me. I'd run into Carla, one of my junior reps at the agency I was working for, in the elevator as we were both leaving for the day. For the sake of small talk, I asked what her plans were that evening and she told me about a small party she and some friends were throwing for her now ex-temp, Alexis, at a local bar. "Sounds like fun," I'd muttered, feeling my body warm immediately at the sound of the younger woman's name. For a little over a month, Alexis Benton had replaced Carla's regular assistant, who had been on maternity leave, and for the last six weeks the young woman had been co-starring in some of my steamiest wet dreams. Although there was nothing overly interesting about Alexis, she was just one of those people that draws you in when she walks into a room. I'd sit in my office everyday, keeping one eye on my open door in the hopes of catching a glimpse of her walking by. I felt like a teenager, but more often than not, seeing the young Black woman moving around the floor doing her daily tasks turned out to be the highlight of my days. Alexis was pretty, with smooth honeyed, cocoa skin and a curvy frame, wide almond shaped dark brown eyes and an easy, startlingly white smile. Her ebony hair was cut stylishly short in a sexy pixie/punk-rock cut that seemed out of place with the conservative clothes she wore. She was the first woman of color I'd ever been attracted to. At least, the first I could recall. As the elevator doors opened into the underground garage and Carla and I headed for our respective vehicles, I said, "Well, have a good time. Tell Alexis I'm sorry I didn't get to say goodbye and thanks for all her hard work." "Why don't you come by later and tell her yourself," Carla replied, as she unlocked her car, a strange light in her pale grey eyes. "I'm sure she'd appreciate it." "Maybe I will," I lied, as I walked away. I didn't know her friends and it would probably be weird if I just showed up for a party for a woman I only knew in my dreams. Yet, here I was, walking into a smoky downtown bar, scanning the crowd for a familiar face. I saw Carla at the bar and was heading toward her just as the band was climbing off the wide stage across the room. As I cut through the crowd, I watched the little group around Carla separate and at the center, on a tall barstool, sat a laughing Alexis. There went the familiar flutter in my chest and I nearly stumbled as my cock responded at the sight of her. She was wearing a woman's cut white button down shirt, the top couple buttons undone over her small, rounded breasts and the sleeves rolled up to her elbows to reveal a striking set of thin black tribal tattoos snaking elegantly around her forearms. Her blue jeans looked as if they had been painted on, perfectly hugging her lean legs and sloping hips and her hair fell in messy spikes into her face. She was even more beautiful in casual clothes. As if she felt me watching her, her head turned and our eyes locked. I saw the laughter die slowly on her lips as surprise flashed across her lovely face. She lifted her hand in an uncertain wave. I wasn't sure if it was because she hadn't expected to see me or because she didn't want me there, but it was too late now. Any thought I might have had of fleeing was gone now. She'd seen me. Taking a deep breath to steady myself and to calm my already growing erection, I finished the long walk to the bar. *********** Cole Teague was the last person I expected to come sauntering into "Deke's" that night and as always when I saw him, my heart came to painful halt inside my chest and the insides of my thighs grew unbearably warm. God, the man was gorgeous. Six feet tall next to my five and a half, he had the body of a swimmer. His hair was the color of warm chocolate and his eyes were impossibly green, dark and clear in his strong, tanned face. His lips were full, very kissable. I'd spent the last couple of weeks imagining myself sprawled out on his massive cherry wood desk, my skirt hiked up around my waist while Cole had his way with me. My face flushed immediately at the familiar image flickering past my minds eye and I reached into my pocket for my money. I yanked it out and slapped it on the bar, turning so I could face Carla. "Um, Cole Teague just walked in," I said. She took a sip of her martini, turning to look toward the door. Her face lit up and she waved him over excitedly. "Oh, good! I didn't think he would show up!" "Wait a minute. He's who you've been waiting for all night?" "Yeah. I invited him." "So... He's my surprise?" Carla looked at me and laughed. "Yeah. So?" "You said you had a present for me." "And...?" "Carla, your boss is my present?!?" I damn near squealed. I covered my little outburst by signaling for the bartender. "Well, kind of. I know you have the hots for him and since you're not working for the agency anymore, I thought it might be nice if you guys actually got to talk outside a professional setting." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. For a second, I merely stared at her, her honey colored face and light gray eyes looking so innocent. I would have hit her if I wasn't so worried about making a scene. "Don't look at me like that, Lucky. I'm doing you a favor. You've been wanting to fuck him since you met him. Just be your sweet, entertaining little self and maybe you'll get some tonight." I had to laugh. I think maybe I had rubbed off on her more than I thought. Up until recently, she hadn't been so ballsy. And she definitely wasn't a matchmaker. "Evening ladies." Cole's voice came smooth as silk over my shoulder. I grabbed my fresh beer and turned in my seat to face him. He was handsome in a black leather jacket, grey t and dark blue jeans. "Hey. Glad you could make it," Carla chirped. "Hey there, Mr. Teague." I drawled, turning on the charm. He smiled down at me warmly. "Listen, we're not in the office, Alexis. Call me Cole." I nodded. "In that case, you can call me Lucky." "That's an interesting nickname." "Stick around long enough and maybe you'll find out how she got it." I'd never before wanted so badly to punch Carla in the face. Instead I took a sip of my beer, using the movement as a mask to elbow her in the ribs. "How 'bout a drink, Cole? Then we can introduce you to our friends." "Sounds good to me." It was going to be an interesting night. *********** I was having a better time than what I thought I would. After ordering the drinks and introducing me to their little group of friends, we all moved to the back of the club where a couple of pool tables were set up. Alexis, er, Lucky was a completely different person now. She was open and talkative and incredibly funny. Her smile lit up the room and as I watched her interact with her friends, I could see that they cared for her a great deal. She was the center of attention and I don't think she was even trying. "I hope you don't mind that Carla invited me," I said, as we sat watching her friends shoot a couple games. "Oh, not at all," she replied. "I wondered what you would be like without you're suit." She laughed suddenly, her deep brown eyes glinting prettily in the low light. "That didn't sound right, did it?" I laughed along with her. This was probably the longest conversation we'd had since we'd met and I realized that I liked the sound of her voice. It was low in timbre, almost like a soft purr, seductive and extremely sexy. I thought of how she might sound whispering dirty things in my ear. "I'm going to apologize now in case we get a little out of hand, Cole. We don't get to hang out as a group very often, so we tend to get really shitfaced when we do. You might see some things tonight you might never have wanted to see." "Not a problem. It's about time I let loose." "Careful what you wish for, because you might end up piggybacking me out of here." "Don't give me any ideas," I said before I could stop myself and took a long swig of my beer, hoping to cool the warmth rising in my face. Lucky was smiling broadly, her thin eyebrows raised in mock surprise. "Nice," she said appreciatively. "You're going to fit in with us just fine." Feeling bold now, I reached out and wrapped my fingers around one of her slender wrists and raised it to the light, pretending to check out her tattoos. Her skin was warm and soft to the touch. "Like those?" she asked. "They're great. I never would have guessed." "Yeah. I hate to cover them, but it doesn't fit in to the paper pushing, nine-to-five world. I have to take out my piercings as well." "Piercings?" The thought set my cock throbbing again and I almost groaned aloud thinking of the possibilities. She smiled. "Yeah. Nine in all. Eight of which are from the neck up." I must have looked puzzled. "You didn't notice?" she said, turning her head from side to side so that I could see the small silver hoops lining both of her earlobes. I counted eight. "And the ninth?" "I guess you'll just have to find out," she replied, winking playfully. Yeah, this was going to be a good night. *********** *What the hell are you doing?* I chided myself, downing the rest of my beer bottle in a couple gulps. I mean, there I was flirting openly with Cole Teague. His hand on my arm had made me forget myself. I'm a flirt. I'm the first to admit it, but this man was a professional, not to mention one of Carla's bosses. What could he possibly want with an aimless, scruffy, tatted and pierced temp? Speaking of Carla, I looked up to find her leaning on one of the far tables, chatting with Frank, smiling broadly at me, her eyebrows going up and down suggestively. Forgetting my manners, I lifted my free hand and gave her the finger. She placed a hand on her chest, feigning insult. Beside me, Cole chuckled. "You weren't supposed to see that." "I did and it was funny." "Hey, Lucky" Frank barked at us from his place beside Carla. "She sucks at this game," he said, gesturing to Carla. "I need some real competition. Ask your new boyfriend if he plays pool." I rolled my eyes. Frank had always been more brash and abrasive than me, but I couldn't hate him for it. I was always speaking before thinking. The flirty conversation I had been having with Cole was a testament to that fact. "My idiot friend wants to know if you shoot." Cole shrugged. "It's been a while. Be my partner so I don't make a complete ass of myself?" "Sure," I agreed. We shot a couple of games with Frank and his new partner, Bruno, another friend of ours. Cole wasn't so bad. Frank and Bruno were pleased because with Cole rounding out the foursome they were finally getting some competition. "I'm gonna need my partner's help on this one," I announced, staring down at the table. I'm a pretty good shot, but bank shots have always been a problem with me. Frank and Bruno's balls were blocking my line on the eight ball. "No," Frank whined. "Oh, shut up, Frank," I shot back. "You've been playing sloppy all night, so a little help for me isn't gonna kill you." Bruno chimed in. "She's got a point." Frank punched Bruno roughly in the arm. "You're supposed to be on my team, doofus." "I'm just sayin'." "Come on, Cole," I said, ignoring the guys. "Help me out here." He checked out the shot, his face handsome in all it seriousness. I wondered if his face looked like that when he had sex, brow furrowed and jaw tensed. I was so caught up in the thought that I didn't hear him speak to me. "Huh?" I said, dumbly. "Here," he said, moving around the table and coming to stand behind me. "Set yourself up." I did, holding the stick comfortably in my hands and leaning over the table. I knew immediately when Cole stepped up behind me that I was pushing it. He leaned over me, his face very close to mine and the upper half of his body pressed against my back. My mind quickly shut down and all I could feel was his warmth. His cologne was a soft earthy smell that swirled through my brain. I felt my body grow hot and my pussy quickly started to throb. Cole felt it too because for a second or two he didn't move, didn't speak. His body curled against me and the feel of his cock, now rock hard against my lower back, was all the assurance I needed. "Cole," I murmured, feeling suddenly very frisky. "Yeah?" His voice was soft, strained in my ear. "What are you thinking about?" He cleared his throat. "This is kind of embarrassing." "I'm flattered." "Take the shot," Frank barked. "'Cause I need one." Everyone laughed. "Please take the shot, Lucky," Cole whispered. "Why? You don't like being so close to me?" "You really shouldn't tease me." Cole's voice was growing huskier by the second and I couldn't help shivering. "Why's that?" "You really want to find out," he asked, turning his face slightly to nuzzle the soft spot behind my ear. I shivered once more, rubbing more firmly against him. "You're bad." "You have no idea," I purred back and took the shot. *********** Lucky's Lucky Night Ch. 02 I felt like I was on cloud nine. Back at the bar now, doing shots of Tequila with Lucky and her friends, I couldn't help but marvel at the fact that this woman, the same woman I'd been secretly lusting after for what seemed like so long, could actually be into me. I was closing in on my thirty-eighth birthday and Lucky was easily ten years my junior. I couldn't believe how I'd lucked out (no pun intended). But, then again, I was probably jumping ahead of myself. I learned quickly just how playful and flirty she was. Perhaps, it was just wishful thinking. Perhaps, she was just being kind, not wanting me to feel left out among a group of people who had, no doubt, known each other for years. What could she possibly want from me? She turned then and, noticing my thoughtful expression, wagged a thin finger in my face. "Hey, what's all this about?" "Just thinking," I replied, rolling my beer bottle between my hands. "Thinking... Why?" It was such an odd question that I couldn't help laughing. Yeah, I liked her. More and more as we polished off a couple more rounds of drinks. An hour later and I was feeling pleasantly numb. Not drunk, but...hazy. It felt good and I was in good company. I couldn't remember the last time I'd been so relaxed. Lucky made it easy and her friends were just as entertaining as she. I found myself laughing and talking with them as if we were old pals. At some point, her hand found its way to my knee and for a moment I sat staring at the vision of her slender, almost copper-colored fingers on my leg. It sent a jolt right through me. On impulse, I slid my hand over hers and she turned to wink at me, a soft lazy grin dancing across her face, forming shallow laugh lines around her wonderfully kissable lips. "You drunk," she asked. "No. Actually, I feel pretty good," I answered, giving her hand a little squeeze. "Good, 'cuz I need to talk to you and I find that people give the most honest answers when they're half in the bag." She turned her hand over and laced her fingers through mine. Her hand was soft, cool and a little damp from holding her beer. "Sounds like I might be in trouble," I said, stroking her fingers lightly with my thumb. My heart fluttered, wondering what she could possibly want to talk about. Again that smile. "No, no trouble," she said. Then, turning to the rest of the group began shooing them away. "You people need to go dance or something. I want to have a little chat with the boss man, here." "Why?" asked Frank, a look of suspicion on his face, but Carla averted him. "None of your damn business, Frank," she said, bluntly. "Get moving." Without further protest the group left the table, some casting knowing glances in our direction as they headed for the bar or the dance floor. Alone now with Lucky, my heart thudded in anticipation. Though I couldn't be sure of what she was going to say to me, merely being alone with her, or as alone with her as I was going to get in a semi-crowded bar, excited me. "So," Lucky began, taking a sip from her beer. "I'm not imagining this? You being attracted to me, I mean." I shook my head, squeezing her hand again. "You couldn't tell by the hole I nearly poked in your back when we were playing pool." She laughed, that beautiful sound I'd grown to adore and without realizing it I lifted her hand and placed a soft kiss on the back of her wrist. I could smell her perfume, some soft, dark scent that tickled my senses and had me wondering if she smelled like that everywhere. Lucky watched me with dark eyes, one corner of her mouth turned up in an endearing, lopsided grin. "In that case, there's some things I'd like to get straight if this night heads where I think it's going to head." I nodded, my cock jumping at her words, at the possibility of spending the night with her, even though her midnight eyes were guarded as she peered at me. "I don't do this," she said, solemnly. "I mean, Carla's little joke about how I got my nickname... that's exactly what it was- a joke. I'm not in the habit of sleeping around, especially with men that I technically used to work for." She stopped and I had the feeling she was waiting for a response from me. "I make no assumptions about you, Lucky." "Good, 'cuz I like you, and I'm leaning towards taking you home-" Another excited thump inside my chest. I hoped I didn't look too eager. "-but, I hope this isn't about fulfilling some fantasy for you." I blinked, puzzled. "Fantasy?" "You ever been with a black woman before?" I shook my head. "Ever wanted to?" "I honestly don't think I've ever thought about it, Lucky." I was beginning to understand. She was afraid. Not of something I'd done, but of a potential something, a something that caused a dark shadow to flit across her face. In spite of her hand on my thigh, her fingers linked through mine, she was wary and apprehensive. "Look, I think I know what you're getting at here, and I won't lie and tell you I haven't thought about what it would be like...between us." Several times. "But, before tonight, I didn't know enough about you, only what I'd seen at the office. I like you. You're funny and upfront and you turn me on more than any woman I've ever known. So, if you're afraid that I only want you for your body, then you're only half right." Her smile was much brighter this time and I watched her eyes flicker with it. "That's what I was looking for. I knew plying you with liquor was a good idea," she laughed, before leaning over and pressing her lips to mine. I didn't move, didn't breathe, as her mouth moved against mine, just a gentle press of her full lips, not the least bit demanding and feather light. I had imagined those same lips so often that at first I was startled at actually having them so close. They were soft and smooth and deliciously warm. Misreading my reaction, Lucky leaned back a little, that wonderful mouth just a breath away. "You gonna make me work for it?" she asked, her voice low and teasing, a quiet purr over all the commotion of the bar. Lifting my hand, I curled it around the back of her neck and pulled her back to me, crushing her mouth against mine. She let out a startled yelp and I took the opportunity to slide my tongue between her parted lips, exploring her mouth, taking her air into my body and giving it back as my fingers twined in the soft, tight curls at the base of her neck, my tongue stroking hers. Under the sharp, almost metallic taste of beer was something much sweeter and more enticing. She tasted of honey and rain and vaguely of smoke, drawing me in deeper. I nibbled at her luscious bottom lip, committing its texture to memory, outlining the outer edge before finally pulling away, but I kept her close, my fingers moving to massage the skin under the collar of her shirt. My face was warm and flushed. I could feel my heart beating out a staccato rhythm behind my rib cage and there was a strange, hollow feeling at the pit of my stomach, a mixture of fear and excitement--fear of the unknown and excitement at the possibilities. Lucky looked at me from beneath a fringe of long, dark lashes. She was breathing heavy and I smiled to myself, suddenly filled with a massive amount of masculine pride. If I had her panting over one kiss, I wondered what else I could have her doing before the night was through. "Geez," she managed to mutter, her tongue snaking out to curl under her upper lip before disappearing again. "That was good. Real good." I brushed my mouth over hers, made much more confident by the dazed look on her face and the booze humming through my veins. "I can do much better... if you'll let me," I promised, thinking that if she agreed, we were definitely stopping for coffee. I wanted to be clearheaded for this experience. "You seem very sure of yourself, cowboy," she joked, mimicking my hold on her. She drew her nails lightly over the tender flesh between my shoulder blades, marking a hot trail that sent a pleasant tingle down my spine and directly to my groin. "I like that. So what do you have in mind?" "Everything," I muttered, before claiming her mouth a second time. *********** So I was taking him home. I think my body had decided it long before my head did. Saying goodbye to my friends turned into a chore. They teased us mercilessly. Carla merely sat back, a knowing smile plastered across her face. If things turned out okay, I would remember to thank her. But, at that moment, she would get nothing from me and it served her right. We caught a cab back to my place. Cole kept his arm hooked around my waist, my body pressed flush against his in a manner that was almost possessive. He smelled good. Very male. I liked how my body fit in against him. Rarely did I feel like a small woman, but sitting like that with Cole made me feel small and, in a way, protected. We chatted idly about nothing in particular, both our minds leaping ahead to what we were both certain would happen next. Though I hadn't been sure about it at the time, I was glad to have talked to him about my fears. I'd dated a couple white guys throughout my life and while some had treated me kindly, others looked at me as a means to an end. How many times had I heard, "I always wondered what it would be like to make it with a black girl" and I'd cringe, realizing way too late that I had unknowingly given them exactly what they were looking for. Yeah, they were interested, but not interested enough to stick around, leaving me feeling used and angry, more with myself than anyone else. Cole seemed different, not what I had expected from our brief interactions at the office. I was assured by his words back at the bar. As assured as I was going to be, really. As they say, time would soon tell. Arriving at my place, a renovated little brownstone on the east side, we climbed out of the cab and I began reaching into my back pocket. "What are you doing?" Cole asked, his dark green eyes watching me suspiciously. "Paying the fare." "I don't think so," he said, pulling out his wallet. "Come on. It's only a few bucks." Reaching past him to hand the cabbie my money, I was startled when Cole's large hand circled my wrist and pulled it down to his side. "I don't think so," he said, the tone of his voice telling me that there would be no further discussion on the matter. He pulled a twenty from his wallet and handed it to the cabbie, telling him to keep the change. A strange, but not altogether unpleasant, sensation rippled through my body and I smiled inwardly. "You're kind of an alpha, huh?" I said over my shoulder as I unlocked the door to my apartment. "What do you mean?" "Very take charge. I wanted to pay for the cab and you wouldn't hear of it." I laughed shortly, hitting the lights as we moved deeper into the apartment, then into the living room. "You told me 'no' and it was very final, very... 'my way or the highway'." I looked up at him as I plopped down in the overstuffed couch and noticed a slight blush coloring his cheeks as he took off his coat and settled in beside me. "Sorry if I offended you," he muttered. "You didn't offend me at all. I liked it. I'm kind of an alpha myself, but I like passing the reins every once and a while. I noticed you were like that at the office and I wondered if you're like that about every aspect of your life." I elbowed him playfully in the ribs as I said the last part, enjoying the very masculine sound of his laughter. We sat in silence for a few moments, enjoying one another's company. When the silence grew to be too much for me, when I couldn't decide whether to crawl into his lap now or later, I got up and moved to the entertainment stand. I selected one of my favorite c.d.'s and pressed play. Soon, James Morrison's raspy voice was crooning through my apartment, his bluesy sound settling my rapidly beating heart. "That's nice," Cole said, when I was sitting beside him once more. "Yeah, I like it," I replied, throwing my legs over his lap as if I'd done it a million times before. A minute or two passed and I watched him reach down and begin to unlace my shoes. I'd never had a man take my shoes off for me and not knowing what to say, I did as I normally do in situations where I don't know exactly what to do, but I feel something should be said. I made a joke. "There goes that alpha again." He chuckled, sliding off both my shoes and socks and setting them on the floor. "Can't help it. Something about a beautiful woman with her legs in my lap makes me want...to do things." He looked up at me, his fingers massaging my calves through my jeans and there was no mistaking the heat in his eyes. They were cloudy now, still green, but a little gray had seeped into them, reminding me of those strange spring thunderstorms we had back home. I felt my breath catch in my throat. He seemed a little dangerous now, not in the way that made me think I would be calling the cops or crying in the shower when the night was through. It was different. Seeing his lust for me so plain, so honest, in his eyes made me feel like I was stepping into something new, going somewhere I'd never been before and I was both afraid and excited. I licked my suddenly dry lips. "You're beautiful. You know that?" he muttered, smoothing his palms along my thighs. My hips moved of their own accord, arching against his searching fingers. I bit back the groan rising in my throat when his hands slid under my shirt and circled my waist, pulling me in closer to him. "You don't have to say those things. You're already in. You've earned your brownie points for the night." I teased, feeling lightheaded and it had nothing to do with the alcohol. "I mean it, Lucky," he said, lifting me as if I weighed nothing and settling me over his knees so that my thighs were bracing his. "I've been wanting to tell you, but I never got the opportunity." His hands began kneading my lower back, effortlessly seeking out the tense muscles there and I could have melted. I lifted my arms and rested them on his shoulders, wallowing in the feel of it all. My temperature was starting to climb, radiating outward from between thighs, wherein lay the very core of my growing inferno. I was already wet and I wondered vaguely, stupidly, if he could feel my heat through both our layers of clothing . "I like that." "What," I said, dumbly, my head cocked slightly to the side, my eyes closed. "That little cooing sound you're making. Let's me know I'm doing something right and it's so sexy." I hadn't been aware of making any noise at all and I felt a little embarrassed. I opened my eyes to look down at him. He looked relaxed, like he was thoroughly enjoying himself, even though we still had all our clothes on and he was only massaging me. I could smell his cologne, dark and heady, mingling with a scent that was pure male, pure Cole. Before I'd even thought to do so, I leaned down to kiss him, plunging my tongue between his welcoming lips. His hands slid higher up my back, pressing me closer. He kissed me in the same rough manner he'd used at the bar, sucking and nibbling at my lips until both sets began to tingle and throb. I raked my fingers through his silken hair, opening my mouth to his hungry assault, feeling my nipples harden under my shirt. I could feel Cole's cock pushing at me through the rough fabric of his jeans He swallowed the moan I released into his mouth. I was panting when I finally managed to pull myself away. "Would you like to see my bedroom?" *********** I didn't get the coffee I had wanted, but the make-out session on Lucky's couch got my blood pumping enough to sober me up. I was thrilled to be kissing her, to be holding her so close. It was all I could do not to rip off her shirt. I'd been a gentleman up until this point, but I didn't know how much longer that would last. She led me to her room in silence, her fingers clutching mine. I wondered if she could feel the slight tremor there, how I was aching to touch her, to taste her bare flesh. Once inside, she didn't bother to shut the door, but instead sauntered over to the bed. She flicked on a small lamp and it's dim illumination cast her in pale light and shadow. Somewhere along the way, when I wasn't paying attention, most likely too busy thinking of all the wonderful things I wanted to do to her, she'd unbuttoned her shirt. It hung loose around her shoulders, framing her gently sloping stomach and lean waist, accentuating the wide flare of her hips and offering me a great view of her breasts. I was hypnotized, watching them rise and fall as she breathed shallowly. I heard myself groan softly as she shrugged out of the shirt, letting it pool in a puddle at her feet. "You're the alpha here," she murmured, that feline voice floating to me across the small distance that separated us. "What happens next?' I closed that short distance in a couple strides and she was in my arms again. I kissed her deeply, passionately, drinking her in and she looped her arms around my neck. She moaned and pressed herself against me, rubbing her stomach against my aching cock. I slid my lips along her cheek, down the soft and fragrant line of her neck. I nipped at her shoulder, while my hands moved around her back, my fingers searching for and finally finding the tiny hooks of her bra. I felt the material loosen and Lucky stepped back, allowing the garment to fall away. I stared again at her breasts, at the honeyed cocoa mounds and their dark chocolate tips. The same honey and rain taste here, the same earthy scent. She let out a little hiss when my mouth closed around a nipple and I rolled the sensitive nub with my tongue, pulling and tugging with lips and teeth, careful not to hurt her. She arched more fully into me and I cupped a hand over her other breast, flicking my thumb across her jutting nipple. Her hands were in my hair, her nails raking along my scalp and I wrapped my arms around her waist, lifting her, taking my lips away from her breasts only long enough to plant another searing kiss on her flushed lips. I laid her on the bed. "You're a little overdressed for this party," she said breathlessly and her voice was like warm, dark silk sliding across my skin. "So are you, sweetheart," I replied and leaning over her I made short work of her jeans, tugging her panties along with them. They ended up in a heap with the rest of her clothes. For a charged second or two I stood staring down at her, taking in and committing to memory every line and curve, my eyes lingering a moment at the neat little patch of dark curls at the juncture of her thighs. There were more tattoos. Although tattoos had never appealed to me, they were beautiful on her. She didn't seem so soft and pliant, just a little rough around the edges and I liked it. In addition to the tribals on her forearms, there were matching koi fish on either side of her ribs. I couldn't be sure of their colors at that point, but I didn't care. As she breathed, the fish seemed to be swimming against the backdrop of her brown flesh. In her bellybutton was another tiny silver hoop to match the ones lining her ears. *Number nine*, I thought with a smile. "Please, don't look at me like that." Her voice was small in the quiet stillness of the bedroom and when I raised my eyes to her face once more, she had that guarded look about her. "I love looking at you," I said. "You're absolutely gorgeous." She had nothing to say to that. Her eyes were staring somewhere behind my shoulder, clearly avoiding my gaze. There was no mistaking the discomfort she was feeling with me standing there watching her like that. "Take off your clothes, please." I did as instructed and soon I was lowering myself onto her. Her skin was soft and warm against my bare flesh. My cock settled comfortably between her thighs. Her arms slipped around my neck once more, but I held back when she raised up to kiss me. Lucky's Lucky Night Ch. 02 "Are you okay with this, Lucky?" "Of course," she whispered, her breath hot against my face. I raised up a little more, forcing her to look into my eyes. "I mean it. Are you okay with this?" Another teasing smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "What the hell happened to that alpha I met earlier," she joked. I couldn't help smiling back at her. "Oh, you want the alpha, huh?" "If you're up to it." She bucked a little and I felt her legs hook over my hips. My cock slid over her warm pussy, over the moisture already gathered there and I groaned loudly, fighting not to drive into her just then. "I warned you about teasing me." I growled. The gentleman in me was beginning to slip away, leaving behind a hulking creature that wanted nothing more than to fuck this woman into oblivion. What kind of power did this being have over me that she could bring this beast to life so quickly, so easily? "Yeah, you did, but sometimes I don't hear so good." The smile was fading and Lucky stared at me through eyes made hazy with lust. She rocked her hips, sliding her hot, slick opening over my cock, pulling another low growl from me. "Sometimes I need to be taught a lesson," she finished in that heated purr. Any thoughts of being sweet and gentle were banished with her whispered challenge. All bets were off. She wanted a lesson, she'd get a lesson, I thought, smiling inwardly. *********** In the low light, I watched Cole's eyes darken. Lazy shadows danced across his face. My stomach bottomed out and a tiny bit of fear trickled along my skin, wrapping icy-hot tentacles around my spine. I wasn't afraid. Not really. Somehow, I knew this man wouldn't physically hurt me, but I had given up the reins just then and that was a scary thing. I don't know why I did it. Perhaps the certainty with which his hands moved over me, the passionate way he kissed me, as if he couldn't get enough of my skin, my lips, caused a loosening somewhere inside me. He slipped down my body, placing searing kisses against my neck, my breasts. He suckled there briefly, pushing and kneading them, pulling each nipple into his mouth, rolling them with his tongue, sending a pleasurable shock up my spine, causing me to arch into his touch. His mouth was wet and hot. He slid his palms down my sides and cupped my ass in his large hands. He ground his hips against me, letting me feel his thick erection, rubbing it against my throbbing clit and the sound that came out of my mouth was something between a moan and a yowl. He was so close. I wanted him inside me, to fill me up and I rocked my hips trying to slide him into me. He laughed, a low rumble in his chest that vibrated through me. "So eager," he murmured as he continued his trek down my torso. His voice had grown husky with his own need. His tongue flicked at the little ring in my navel and I whimpered at the sensation. "And here I thought you were pierced a little lower. But I like this, too." His teeth closed around it, tugged gently, and he laughed again when my nails dug into his shoulders. Having a piercing touched intimately is a different feeling altogether, no matter where it is. It's just this side of pain, an exquisite sting that makes the flesh tingle with anticipation. I felt like a tightly coiled spring. I was hot and needy, writhing against the bed as he trailed his tongue along the crease of one hip, then the other. I knew where he was headed and I was pissed that he was taking his good old time about it. I knew now not to tease him again. And, I knew that was a lie when I thought it. My legs were spread wide as he began kissing my thighs, tracing his tongue along the tender flesh. I fisted my hands in the sheets, arching my hips, inviting him, begging him to taste me. I felt wild and wanton and he merely laughed again, holding my body in place with his large hands. I stared down the line of my body at him, thinking, fleetingly, how beautiful his lightly tanned skin looked against my darker tone. "Did you want something, Lucky?" "You're a horrible person," I growled at him, more out of frustration than anger. "In that case, I'll stop." "Don't you dare!" More laughter. "Say please." "Please," I muttered through clenched teeth, reminding myself that I'd asked for this. I nearly screamed when he leaned forward and flicked his tongue across my clit. Just once, damn him. It was enough. I was on fire. I could feel my body beginning to tremble. My hips were moving again, trying their damndest to entice him. "Say it like you mean it, Lucky." "F... uh..." Stifling the curses forming at the back of my throat, I took a deep breath that did nothing to calm my racing heart or my raging hormones. "Please. I want to feel your tongue on me, Cole." "Good girl. Now, don't take those pretty eyes off me." His heated green gaze still holding mine, he lifted my legs so that my knees were resting on his shoulders. I nearly came off the bed when his lips sealed over my clit. He sucked briefly, then began to flick that skillful tongue over it. I watched him lap and lick, nibble and suck as waves of pleasure coursed through my body. I was panting and moaning and wet as all hell by the time he slid a finger inside me. The walls of my pussy tightened around him, pulsing against his thick finger as he slid it slowly back and forth, his mouth working me over the entire time. A familiar warmth began to stir low in my belly. He stayed like that a while, watching me moan and cuss through a fringe of dark hair that had fallen into his face. His tongue slipped through my wetness, his finger arching toward my g-spot, coaxing me closer and closer to orgasm. And when it hit, it hit hard. A scream echoed in my ears, a scream I found out later belonged to me, as stars exploded behind my closed eyelids. Cole rode me through it, his tongue moving rapidly over my highly sensitized clit, drawing it out of me until I was practically begging him to stop. I was breathing hard when he lowered himself over me once more. Humor flickered in his eyes as he gazed down at me. And something else, something I couldn't quite put my finger on in that moment. "I say, again... you're a horrible person." I didn't mean it. My body was tingly all over and the man on top of me felt so good. I slid my fingers along the corded muscles of his back, loving the give and pull there as he nuzzled my neck. "Sounded to me like you liked it," he said. "Oh, you just wait. You let me catch my breath... you'll get yours, cowboy." He kissed me and I could taste myself on his tongue. I was sweet and warm in his mouth. "Lucky?" "Yeah?" "Tell me you're on the pill or something." "Tell me your clean." Such wonderful pillow talk, huh? "As a whistle." I nipped at his chin, raising my still shaky legs and hooking them around his hips, inviting him, welcoming him inside. "Then we're clear." "Are you sure?" I smiled. "Am I sure that I'm on the pill?" "No, that you want to do this." I lifted my hips, sliding my slickness over him, offering him a taste of what he wanted, moaning as the head of his thick cock slid over my swollen clit. He sighed into my neck, his teeth catching my earlobe. "I want you inside me, Cole," I whispered, and I meant it with every fiber of my being. *********** I was pushing into her even before I'd decided to do it. She was so wet, so warm, so inviting. I groaned as she rocked her hips to meet me, pulling me deeper. In one breath I was buried inside her to the hilt, and the feel of her womanly walls stretching and pulsing against my cock was almost too much. I took a breath to steady myself. "God, that feels so good," she purred into my ear. Her sharp little teeth grazed my shoulder, sending a tickle of electricity down my spine and into my cock. I began to move, sliding in and out of her in long sure strokes, delighting in the feel of her, in the sounds I was pulling out of her as she pushed up to meet me. I had been in control while I was lapping up the nectar between her thighs, but that control was quickly dissolving with every thrust of my hips. I wanted her to come again, but wasn't sure how long I could hold out. I was sinking into this woman. Her scent enveloped me, swirled through my brain. "You don't have to hold back, Cole," she whimpered. "Get on top." "What?" "Get on top or this is going to be over real soon." I rolled over pulling her with me, never breaking contact and watched in awe as she arched above me, her hips rising and falling, impaling herself on my swollen shaft. Her name passed my lips in a whisper as I reached up to cup her supple breasts in my hands. She was a vision of light and shadow moving over me, riding me. She began to move faster, a low keening sound, rising in her throat. She was close. I closed my hands around her waist, helping her move and lifting my hips to give her that extra bit of friction. She was coming apart in my arms again before I knew it, but I continued moving her, driving up into her until I felt that familiar ache in my balls. Her walls clenched around me, urging me on and my cries soon mingled with hers as I came undone. We lay in a tangled, sweaty, sated heap atop her disheveled bedspread, both trying to catch our breath. Lucky was the first to find her voice. "That was... fan-fucking-tastic." "I couldn't agree more. Lucky's Lucky Night Ch. 03 I didn't get much sleep that night and I wasn't complaining. Cole and I spent those precious hours before sunrise getting to know each other. There were very few words spoken between us, very few words of substance, anyway. The soft glow from the small lamp on my nightstand captured our movements, cast our forms in flickering shadows against the walls, a sweat slick mass of tangled limbs. Needy and anxious whispers passed between us as I curled myself around him, as he pulled and pushed, moving my body in ways I'd not been aware it had been able to move. Pleasure mixed sweetly with the pain and I would think, fleetingly, that I would definitely be sore in the morning. Perhaps sensing my mind wandering, Cole would thrust deeply into me, the head of his cock hitting my cervix, bringing me back to the here and now, bringing my eyes back to his, claiming me. Skin slipped along skin, tongues danced to an unknown yet familiar song, lips parted only long enough to give praise, to moan and plead for more, deeper, harder, faster. He was a generous and skillful lover and I tried my best to give as good as I got. As the sun slid over the horizon and burned away the early morning fog, as exhaustion finally beat out need, we fell asleep, still entwined. I woke on my own sometime around 10 and lay for a minute with the feel of Cole's breath warm on the back of my neck before extricating myself and slipping into the bathroom. I took care of business and stood for a long moment staring at the disheveled creature reflected in the mirror. My hair, usually unruly, stood out in funny angles from my head. My lips were still slightly swollen from Cole's hungry kisses. My lightly bronzed skin seemed to glow and my eyes... Different somehow, wider and slightly unfocused. Satisfied... and a little bit frightened. I exited the bathroom, turning out the light as I went. Crossing the room, I found myself sinking down on my knees beside the bed rather than climbing back into it. Cole was lying on his side, the bend of his arms and the indent in the pillow the only evidence that I had been there just moments ago. Lifting a hand, I brushed a stray lock of dark brown hair back from his forehead, watching his mouth twitch slightly with the shadow of a smile. His lightly tanned skin looked good against the dark blue pillows and bed dressings. Inviting. I ran my hand lightly along the sculpted curve of his shoulder, along the ridges of his ribs and abs, adoring the way the flesh rippled under my fingers. Suddenly, feeling as if I'd been dunked in ice cold water, I pulled back, pondering these strange new emotions flooding through me. I looked around the room, at the clothes spread out across the carpet, and then back at the slumbering figure in my bed. This...this was new. And a little creepy. I was feeling up a man in his sleep, thinking how perfect he looked in MY bed, when before last night I wasn't even sure he'd known my name. This morning, I was familiar with the taste of his flesh, the way his body fit inside mine. I knew the rhythm of his hips as he slid between my thighs, the harsh sound of his breathing in my ear when he came. My name was a whisper, a prayer, on his lips. And, I wanted more. For someone who rarely saw things through, who got a new tattoo or piercing whenever she got bored, just for the newness of it, it was strange to want to keep this man. The distant sound of my cell phone ringing in the living room brought me back and I scuttled out of the bedroom, sliding into Cole's t-shirt as I went. The scent of his cologne still clung to it, fainter now, and my mind flashed back to the night before, sending a tremor along my spine. The phone was still ringing when I made it to the living room. Carla's ring tone. Pulling it from beneath the couch, (God only knows how it got there) I hit the send button and was immediately bombarded with a dozen questions. "Did you do it? How many times? How was it? Is he big? Is he still there? Did you do anything kinky?..." "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Will you please slow down? I haven't even had my coffee yet." "I'm sorry," she replied, sounding anything but. "I'm just really happy for you." I wrinkled my nose. "Your happy that I got laid." Carla laughed. "Is that so wrong? You're a good kid, Lucky, and I think you need somebody like Cole Teague in your life." I was curious about that statement, but I let it go. I leaned back into the couch, cringing at a small tug in my lower back, remembering how I got it. It wasn't a bad memory, a sign I'd done something right. "In response to one of the fifty-eleven questions you just asked me; Yeah, Cole's still here. He's sleeping." "'Atta girl!" Carla was far too cheerful for my tastes this time of morning. "Now, let me ask you a question," I said. "What in the world made you decide to hook us up?" Carla's answer was almost matter-of-fact. "I noticed the way you two had been ogling each other. He didn't start leaving his office door open until you started working for the agency, so I took it as a sign. And, when he asked about you last night, I went for it." I could hear the satisfied smile on her face when she added. "God, I'm good." "Slow your roll, Little Bit," I warned, using the nickname I'd affectionately given her in college. "What makes you think this isn't just another one night stand?" I was already beginning to pick things apart in my head. I wasn't used to this contented feeling, wasn't used to things being so... good. A connection had been made last night. The reins I'd let slip were resting loosely in my hands now and I was feeling suddenly very vulnerable, a feeling to which I had never and would never admit. And I had no idea what Cole was feeling or thinking. Very girly, I know, but well... I'm a girl. Get over it. "What could I possibly have to offer someone like Cole? He's successful, accomplished, and more importantly, he's stable, something I've never claimed to be." "Oh, will you stop it, Lucky? You're nitpicking now. I saw you two at the bar last night and there were definitely sparks. Did you have fun with him?" "Yeah." "Then, let it go, kiddo. Cole seems like one of the good ones. And if he's not, then I will personally take full responsibility." "What are you getting out of this?" Carla sighed, a heavy, irritated sound. "The satisfaction of seeing my friend happy." "Who's to say I'm not happy with the way things are?" Her tone was serious this time, almost sad. "You don't have to say it, Lucky. I can see it in your eyes. And on that depressing note, I'm going to let you get back to your man. Call me later so I can get the details." Carla hung up and I sat staring at the phone, wondering when the hell things had changed. I'd been having a blast last night, drinking and having fun with friends, flirting with a gorgeous older man and eventually having the best sex I'd had in a long, looong time. And here I was, the very next morning, up to my neck in an emotional swamp. Those few hours that I'd spent with Cole had forced some things to the forefront, things I'd made an effort not to think about. That's what you get for having sex. Getting laid only serves to clear out the cobwebs, ya idiot, I thought to myself. Refusing to dwell anymore and with Carla's voice still echoing in my head, I heading to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. Obviously, I wasn't going back to bed anytime soon. As I stood at the kitchen counter, watching the coffee drip slowly into it's glass urn, I tried not to think about all those what ifs. I'd had a good time last night. Why couldn't I just leave it at that? Fact of thw matter was... I just couldn't. I wondered if this thing, whatever it would turn out to be, with Cole would work. As I'd said to Carla, I wasn't anywhere close to being those things I'd said about him and couldn't remember ever being them. I'd gotten comfortable floating. Floating through life. I had no intentions of getting a real job, even though at 27 I had a Master's Degree in African American Studies and could have been teaching by now. I liked change. My scarred and inked body was a testament to it. So, I found myself thinking again for the eighth time that morning, what the fuck did I have to offer Cole Teague, besides what I had already given him? "You look real good in my shirt." I jumped at the sound of Cole's voice and turned to find him standing in the kitchen doorway. He was wearing his jeans and a lazy Cheshire cat grin. His hair was an unruly and adorable mess, falling into his face, making him appear much younger and even more delicious. His unbuttoned jeans and five o'clock shadow added to the bad boy look. I fought the urge to wrap myself around him once more, to run my tongue along the sculpted plane of his torso and to places much lower. I could feel him in my mouth already, warm velvet pulled tight over steel. Heat, instant and immediate, thrilled along my skin and pulsed between my thighs. "Good morning," I said, as cheerfully as I could. He moved deeper into the kitchen. As he sauntered toward me, I noticed the look of pure male satisfaction on his face. My confidence kicked up a notch and I allowed him to pull me into a lingering embrace. "When I fell asleep, you were in my arms," he murmured, nuzzling my neck, his hands pulling me closer. "When I woke up, you weren't there. I don't think I like that." "Sorry," I replied, feeling my knees already starting to go weak. Who was this man? How did it come to be that the touch of his skin, the press of his lips against my neck could affect me so? "Carla called a little bit ago. I had to answer my phone or it would still be ringing as we speak." Yes, make a joke. Lighten the mood. Cole pulled back a little, looking deeply into my eyes. "Good morning, sweetheart," he said softly before leaning down to kiss me. It felt good and familiar to be like this with him. Not the least bit awkward, as I had assumed it would be. I kissed him back and soon I felt a soft poke in my stomach. "Look at you," I said, playfully rubbing myself against him. His fingers dug into my hips, trying to pull me closer still. "Can't help it. You do this to me." "I look like a lunatic and I smell like sex." His eyes darkened slightly. "I like smelling myself on your skin." Alpha, came a soft whisper at the back of my mind. There is something to be said about animal instincts. No matter how evolved we claim to be, there is still a bit of the primal lingering just below the surface. The hungry look in Cole's eyes struck a chord inside me. Any doubts or fears I might have had evaporated like the early morning fog, replaced with memories of last night that echoed forcefully through my body. "What would you like for breakfast?" I offered, stupidly, feeling myself beginning to slip away, melting into the strong arms surrounding me. "You," Cole replied, before dipping his head to claim my mouth. I allowed his tongue to slip between my lips, teasing and coaxing, and I didn't realize we had moved until I felt the bite of the kitchen counter in my lower back. There was no need to get pumped up. My body had gone from zero to sixty in the space of a breath. I moaned when Cole's hand slid down the front of my body and underneath the t-shirt. His fingers slipped between my thighs and he groaned aloud, finding me already wet and ready. "God, I can't get enough of you," he said. I tried to respond, but his fingers were moving against me. They slid in a slow lazy rhythm, moving over my clit again and again, dipping down to tease my opening, pulling low needy sounds out of me. Even though it felt incredible, I was craving more. I pushed his jeans down over his hips and his cock sprang forward into my hand. I stroked him slowly from base to tip, circling my palm around the head, smearing the few drops of pre cum that were already there over his throbbing length, thrilling in the moans he forced into my mouth. "That feels so good. You feel so good," he said, his voice taking on a familiar husky tone. I stepped away and turned my back to him. Hiking up the shirt, I leaned forward over the counter, looking back over my shoulder invitingly, offering myself to him. Cole's eyes were hot and hungry as he moved behind me. His left hand came up to curl around my throat, not tightly but enough to remind that he was there. While he placed searing kisses over the back of my neck, he used his right hand to guide his cock to my dripping slit. I moaned as he slid the tip along my heat, pressing back against him, begging for him to enter me. He slipped smoothly between my folds and I gasped at the feel of him pushing into my depths. The feeling of being penetrated that first time is always incredible. I could feel my walls stretching to accommodate him, throbbing and pulsing around the thick length of his shaft. I spread my legs wider, bending forward more, changing the angle. Cole pulled out a little and thrust deep, his hands moving to my hips to hold me in place. I was at his mercy now, the edge of the counter keeping me from moving. I pressed my palms flat against the cool counter, bucking against him, challenging him, and he didn't hesitate to respond to the challenge. His hips rocked into me as he pushed himself deeper and I was moaning loudly as he found a rhythm. "Tell me how you like it, Lucky," he said, as if we hadn't spent the night before figuring out what the other liked and disliked. But, I knew what he meant. He wanted to hear the words. "Please," I moaned, grunting in tandem with his thrusts. "Tell me, baby." "Harder, Cole. Give it to me," I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut tightly, reveling in the feel of his body moving inside me. He let out a pleased growl, one hand moving up to grip at my shoulder. He pressed me into the counter and began thrusting hard and deep in and out of me. My fingers scrabbled for purchase over the slick marble countertop as Cole pounded himself into me, going deep, causing my back to bow as I let out a string of obscenities I hadn't even known were in my vocabulary and, believe me, I know quite a few. This was different than last night. This was pure need, nothing pretty and romantic about it, just my need to be claimed by Cole and his need to claim me. The reins were gone now. They'd slipped from my grasp and lay forgotten at my feet. I felt his strong fingers slide over my clit and I growled at him as he drove me toward ecstasy. Soon I was coming apart, trembling and panting, pinned as I was between Cole's solid form and the kitchen counter. I could feel myself tightening around his cock, trying desperately to hold on even as he rode out my orgasm and his own came crashing over him and into me. My brain went fuzzy. My knees turned to jelly. Cole thrust into me a couple more times before collapsing against my back. His mouth brushed over the bare patch of flesh exposed at my shoulder as I vibrated beneath him. "Forget breakfast," I managed, breathless and hoarse. "I'm worn out. Let's go back to bed."