by Mia Hopkins
Now it was her turn to wait.
She closed her eyes and remembered the sight of him above her in the bunkhouse. Even now, days later, her body tightened at the memory.
She wanted him. He’d reached some tender place inside her that Frank had never reached. Vulnerability was something she’d always fought, but somehow, she wanted to be vulnerable for Lucky. She wanted to be naked for him—naked in a way she had never been for any man.
Curious, her nerves tingling, she reached down between her legs. She was slick and swollen. Thinking about her ex-boyfriend had never made her feel like this.
Harmony stared at the street, willing Lucky’s truck to appear. The blinds were open, but the windowsill was level with her collarbone. Anyone walking by would see her sitting in her window. She scooted her chair closer to the wall. She began to touch herself. With her fingertips, she rubbed the smooth skin just above her clit. Her whole body grew warm. She took deep, slow breaths that brought fresh blood to her pussy.
God, she wanted him. She’d thought about Lucky the entire drive to the Spur. Anger, possessive and primitive—that’s what she’d felt upon seeing another woman all over him. And she’d thought about Lucky the entire drive back to Bakersfield, wishing things had been different.
Seeing him hurting had given her a perverse kind of hope. Maybe he’d been drinking because he wanted her. Maybe he’d been as hungry for her as she had been for him this whole week. And she was right. He’d felt the same way.
She contemplated getting up to fetch the vibrator in her nightstand. No—she shouldn’t be impatient. Lucky would take the orgasm out of her soon enough. Just like he had that night in the bunkhouse. Three big ones, wild and raw. She was thirsty for him. She wanted him bad.
Goddamn—she had never been this horny before. Gingerly, she ran the pad of her middle finger over her slick, hardened clit, playing cat and mouse with her orgasm. She clenched and held back. She stroked herself and held back again. She opened her legs wider.
Where are you, Lucky?
She was in a hot lather when at last his truck appeared on the street. He parked and turned off his engine. He jumped right out and strode to the entrance of her building without hesitation. Harmony’s heart was pounding. She went over to the telephone and picked it up as soon as it rang.
“It’s me.”
“I know.” She hit the button and the gate buzzed open.
She counted down in her head. He’d take the elevator to the fourth floor. He’d walk down the hall. He’d find her apartment. Blood pounding in her ears, she stood by the front door, pussy already wet, nipples already hard. In one wild night, he’d turned her into an animal. There was no way she’d think of sex the same way again. There was nice sex. There was pleasant sex. There was even satisfying sex. But sex with Lucky? He’d turned her whole world upside down.
He knocked. Trembling, almost too horny to see straight, she forced herself to stand still for a moment, savoring the anticipation. Thirty seconds passed. She opened the door.
Lucky looked up under the brim of his hat. Staring at him, she untied her robe and held it open. His dark gaze slid down her naked body and back up to her face. If someone had walked by in the hallway, they would’ve gotten an eyeful. Lucky sure did.
Two big steps and he was inside her apartment. He slammed the door behind him.
“You crazy motherfucker,” she whispered.
He said nothing, grabbed her, and pulled her hard against him. His clothes and hands were cool against her bare skin. But when he kissed her, his lips were scorching. She took his face in her hands. Feverish. His mouth tasted like coffee and cinnamon gum. When his tongue found hers, she caught his true flavor, the taste of his body. Salt. Sex.
Locked in a ravenous kiss, he lifted her high off the ground, and she wrapped her legs around his lean hips. On fire, she took off his hat and dropped it on the ground. He bit her bottom lip gently. She moaned. She dug her hands into his thick hair and pulled his head back so that she could kiss his neck, just where the soft hair of his beard ended and his rough, stubbled skin began. As Harmony covered his throat with hungry, openmouthed kisses, Lucky carried her to the sofa and sat down.
She straddled his steel-hard thighs. He pulled back and looked at her with those hooded eyes. He was breathing hard. Staring down at her naked body, he ran his fingers through her hair and grazed a line from her temple to her jaw with his rough knuckles. Then he did something that no man had ever done to her. He rested his big hand on her neck. He didn’t grab or choke her, but the sensation of his palm and fingers on her throat made Harmony’s heart beat madly. Her pussy grew even wetter.
He noticed her reaction and looked her in the eye. “Do you like this?”
She nodded, mesmerized.
“How about a little harder?” He tightened his hold slightly, pressing down on the sides of her neck, but not her throat. “Like that? Do you like that?”
Harmony gasped and grabbed his forearm. “Yes.”
How did he do this to her? He’d been in her apartment for two minutes and already he’d taught her something new about her body. He leaned forward and kissed her so softly, she turned to liquid in his grip. “Have you played rough before?”
“Not really,” she whispered. His forearm was solid muscle in her hands. “Only with you.”
He grinned. “You mean the other night? I wasn’t rough with you. But”—he kissed her lips again—“I can be. Tonight. If that’s what you want.” His eyes glittered. “Is that what you want, Harmony?”
Her pulse beat wildly against his fingers. “Yes.”
Still holding her neck, he kissed her cheek. “All right. Listen carefully,” he whispered in her ear. “‘Yellow.’ That means slow down. I’ll check in with you to see if you’re okay. ‘Red’ means stop. I’ll stop right away. Understand?”
“Yes.” She paused. “Is there a word for ‘more’?”
“Just say ‘more.’ If you can’t talk but you want to say something, grunt twice and I’ll take out the gag—whatever it is.” He smiled. “Okay?”
“Okay.”
His fingers massaged her neck gently but firmly. “Is there anything you don’t want me to do to you?”
She closed her eyes, trying to concentrate. She thought of porn she’d seen. Erotic novels she’d read. “I don’t…I don’t want you to bite me. Or spit on me.” This was surreal. Was this really happening to her? Or was this some kind of fever dream? She opened her eyes. “How about you?”
“My words are the same,” he said, “but I don’t think there’s anything I wouldn’t let you do to me.” He kissed her yet again. “Last question. On a scale of one to ten, how rough do you want me to be with you tonight?”
She blinked. No one had ever been rough with her, so she had no context. Playing it safe, she whispered, “Seven.”
One more kiss. “Lucky number seven it is.”
He lifted her off his lap and sat her on the sofa. He stood up. She watched as he undressed for her, piece by piece. Jacket, T-shirt, boots, socks, belt, jeans. When he took off his boxer briefs, his raging erection bobbed free. Finally, she got a good look at him—his dusky cock was long and mouthwateringly thick. Her pussy clenched with hunger.
“Get on your knees.” His voice was flinty.
She knelt before him on the carpet and looked up. Past the breathtaking abs and rock-hard chest was a face made for fantasy: deep-browed, dark-eyed, sensual. He wasn’t smiling. “Suck my dick.”
Turned on beyond belief, Harmony slid forward. She took his shaft in both hands. It was like grabbing the handle of a hot pan. Heat radiated from him. She gripped the base. Gazing upward, wanting to please him, she circled the head of his cock with the tip of her tongue.
His face remained still while his chest rose and fell rapidly. “I didn’t say tease me, Harmony.” He didn’t raise his voice, but she could feel the steel in it. “I said suck. My. Dick.”
She pressed her lips together, wetting them until th
ey were slick. He was already hard as a baseball bat. With a deep breath, she opened wide and slid him deep inside. Savoring his rich, clean taste, she concentrated on shaping her mouth around him. As she began her first strokes, she made sure to grip him with the softest part of her lips, just inside. As she grasped his shaft in her fist, she reached up and cradled his balls in her cupped hand.
Lucky hissed between his teeth. He ran his fingers through her hair and grasped it gently by the roots. “Like that.” He gazed down at her as she looked up at him, seeking approval. “Yes. Just like that, belleza.”
She watched his face as she sucked him off, reading each reaction, learning what turned him on. His breath quickened when she ran her tongue along the notch on the underside of his cock where the head met the shaft. He flexed his thighs on the down-stroke, and he groaned when she took him deep while licking the hard tendon at the base of his cock.
Taking her time, she rested her hands on his lean hips and grazed his skin with her fingernails. Her lips were wet. Then her chin. Then her throat. Minutes passed. She closed her eyes and lost herself, surrendering to the exquisite satisfaction of pleasing him the way he’d pleased her.
She speeded up her strokes and opened her eyes again. His abs were flexed tight, and his body was glistening with sweat. He put his hand under her chin and whispered. “Enough.”
Panting, Harmony slid backwards off his cock. He grabbed her arms and pulled her up. Eyes aflame, he kissed her swollen lips, wrapped his arms around her hips and lifted her again. They kissed as he carried her down her own hallway to her bedroom. Holding her with one enormous arm, he opened the door and flipped on the lights.
He broke their kiss. “I don’t want it dark. I want to see every inch of you when we do this.”
Harmony’s heart was beating so hard she thought it would burst out of her chest. He set her down on the floor and slipped the silk robe from her shoulders. Eyes burning into hers, he pulled the belt out of its loops and pointed to the bed behind her. “Lie down.”
The quilt on her bed was ice cold against her feverish skin. Suddenly, Lucky was above her. His big, rough hands clapped around her wrists as he yanked her arms over her head. In a heartbeat, he’d tied both her hands together and lashed them to her headboard.
He looked down at her. “Try to get out.”
Smiling, she squirmed and tried to wiggle out. Nothing.
“Didn’t think so.” He smirked and plucked the taut belt like a guitar string. With a searing kiss, he ran his hands up and down the sides of her body. Then he stopped and stood up.
Harmony’s eyes shot open at the abrupt separation. “Wh-where are you going?”
“Exploring.”
“Exploring?”
Lucky opened her closet and rifled through her clothes. The hangers scraped quietly on the bar. “So many sexy dresses. Can’t wait to see you in them.”
“Lucky! Cut it out.”
“Cut what out?”
“Being nosy.” She yanked on the belt.
He ignored her and looked down at the shoeboxes stacked on the floor of her closet. He whistled low. “That’s a lot of shoes for only two little feet.”
“Make an Imelda Marcos joke and I’ll knee you in the balls.”
He smiled and looked at the back of her closet where she’d stashed all her posters. “What’s all that?”
“What?”
“These frames.” He pulled one out. Van Gogh’s Irises. Her sister had bought it for her in Los Angeles. There were five or six framed posters in the closet. “Why are all these hidden in here?”
Harmony twisted in her restraints, impatient. “I took them down.”
“Why?”
“Dumb reasons.”
“Like what?”
She sighed. “My ex said I had generic taste in art. He was going to bring me better art to put up. He never did, though.”
“Generic?” Lucky looked over the art with a thoughtful expression on his face. “Do you like it?” He held it up for her to see.
The expressive lines. The grayish-greens. The one white blossom lost among the blues. “Of course I do,” she said quietly. “I think it’s pretty. And Mel bought it for me.”
“So why’d you take it down?”
“Come on, Lucky.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Answer the question.”
“I don’t know.” She sighed. “I guess I just wanted to be more…sophisticated. Frank knew so much more about things than I did.”
“Did he? Really?” Lucky looked around her bedroom. There was a hook on the wall. Carefully, he hung the painting back up. “But he didn’t know what you liked.” He looked at the picture and straightened it. “There. Better, right?”
Harmony stopped pulling at her bindings and glanced at the picture. She’d been looking at empty walls for so long that seeing a pop of color on all that white gave her a little rush of unexpected joy.
Lucky moved to bedside table. He opened the drawer and reached inside.
She tried to sit up. “Wait, what are you—”
“Bingo.” Her vibrator. Baby blue. It looked so strange in Lucky’s big hand that for a moment she wasn’t sure it was hers. “And there’s more,” he said. “I like this brand.” A bottle of lube, still sealed. She’d bought it on a whim right before her relationship hit the skids.
Lucky put both the lube and the vibrator on the bed next to her head, then returned to the drawer where he found a couple of condoms. “Nope. These won’t work.” He put them back and closed the drawer. “Stay here.” He paused. “As if you had another option.”
Harmony listened to his footsteps as he walked to the living room. In a moment, he reappeared at her side.
“See these?” He held a strip of Magnums in front of her face. “I bought these on my way here. How does that make you feel?”
Harmony looked at the golden wrappers. She didn’t know what to say.
Lucky dropped the condoms next to her and stood up straight. He took his half-erect cock in his hand and stroked himself slowly. “Harmony.” His voice had gone stern again. “How does that make you feel, knowing a man has come to you with ten condoms in his pocket, prepared to fuck you with all of them?”
She swallowed hard and stared at his dick. “It makes me feel…” She trailed off.
“Answer me.”
“It makes me feel like a slut.”
“You like that word, don’t you?” He leaned down and kissed her softly. “Is that what you want to be? Do you want to be my slut tonight?”
She gripped the belt in her cold hands and closed her eyes. Her pussy tingled, aching for his attention. “Yes.”
He let go of his dick and climbed back on top of her. When his lips covered hers, Harmony melted, every muscle in her body gone slack. No one kissed like Lucky. With his lips and tongue, he ignited lightning in her brain, flashes in her memory of the complex layers of pleasure he knew how to build inside her. He kissed her neck and throat. With rough hands, he grabbed her breasts and kneaded them hard, teasing her nipples with his thumbs before he sucked on each of them, a minute apiece and back again.
By the time he got to her pussy, Harmony was pulled so tight she feared she would explode as soon as he touched her.
He seemed to read her mind. “Shh.” His soft breath washed over her aching clit. Her nerve endings hummed as he spread her legs with his big hands. “Hold back for me, belleza.”
“What if I can’t?”
He looked up at her, hair disheveled, eyes bright with lust. “If you come too fast, you’ll get a punishment. Understand?”
She met his gaze. Goose bumps covered her stomach and her nipples were erect. “I understand.”
When his hot, wicked tongue glided up her slick seam, Harmony closed her eyes and arched her back. The headboard bucked when she yanked on it with her restraints. Lucky licked her clit, swiping his tongue back and forth, pausing only to suck on her pussy lips before returning to his task. His beard grew damp. Again
and again, he brought her to the brink, but each time, she fought off the orgasm. She was sweating and panting, all of her concentration focused on holding back the tidal wave of her climax. She was soaked. Her entire body throbbed. When he sank a thick finger inside her, fireworks went off behind her eyelids. Her pussy fluttered, a breath away from coming. He withdrew his finger.
“Bad girl,” he whispered. He sat up and leaned back on his knees. His cock stood straight up, ready for her. “Tell me, what are you?” His deep voice was hard again.
She was so turned on, she couldn’t breathe. “A slut,” she gasped.
“Whose?”
“Yours.”
In one smooth motion, he flipped her over onto her stomach. Roughly, he grabbed her hips and lifted her until she was on her knees. Her hands were still tied. She lay prostrate, worshipping the headboard, her ass high in the air. His hot body arched over her.
“Harmony,” he whispered in her ear, “I’ve wanted to do this to you since we first played together.” His rough palms slid down her back, thumbs slowly grazing her spine. He took each of her cheeks in his hands and squeezed hard enough to make her squirm. When he let go, the blood rushed back into them. “I’m going to spank you, belleza. Would you like that, little slut?”
Harmony closed her eyes in anticipation. She was trembling. “Yes.”
He stroked her right cheek with his palm, lifted his hand, and brought it down with a loud smack. Harmony gasped. “I love that sound,” he growled. He did again. When he switched and gave her left cheek two firm swats, Harmony groaned, confused by the powerful reaction of her body. Instead of pain, her brain registered arousal.
“You’re wondering why you like it, right?” Lucky smacked her right cheek again, harder than before. “You’re not supposed to, but you do. That’s the great mystery. Why? There’s no answer. Why does anything feel good? It just does.” He bent down. Harmony could feel his breath against her hot, tingling skin. Gently, he kissed her right asscheek. “God, what a beautiful ass. Made for spanking.”
