Lucky Between the Sheets: An Anthology of Stories that Get to the Point

by L. A. Boruff

She walks in slowly while I shut the door behind us. We’ve lived here for a few years now. And with rent in New York not being cheap, I imagine we’ll be here a hell of a lot longer unless we hit the lotto or something. I know that we lucked out as far as apartments go, but a part of me wonders what Addison thinks of the place.

  The living room is a bit on the small side, just enough room for a three seater couch against the back wall and a recliner between the windows. But what the living room lacks, the rest of the apartment more than makes up for.

  “Cute,” Addison smiles, standing in the center of the room as she takes off her jacket.

  “You did not just call our living room cute.”

  She tosses her jacket onto the recliner and walks up to Dominick while I take off my own. Grabbing the open flaps of his jacket she responds, “It’s very manly.”

  “Damn right it is.” Dominick grips her waist and pulls her to him. Addison’s smile is coy as she wraps her arms around his neck and pulls his lips down to hers.

  I guess we’re getting started.

  7

  Addison

  Dominick’s lips are soft and pliant under mine, much at odds with his cocky personality. My fingers drag through the short hairs at the back of his scalp, pulling a low groan from his throat. A second pair of hands settle on my waist, right above Dominick’s and my lower belly clenches as my pussy throbs. It’s been a while since my last threesome. Technically, my first, and last. It was fun but always felt a bit one-sided.

  All thoughts of that last encounter disappear from my mind as Kelan’s lips land on one of the few spots on my neck that aren’t tender. I moan into Dominick at the same time my mind whirls with the realization that I let a man mark me. That’s never happened before. I’d say ‘usually I’m the one that does the marking’ like the little sexual deviant I am, but I don’t. I’ve never felt the urge to. Not even with Scott before his trifling ass showed his true colors. But something about Kelan and Dominick makes my fiery streak run red hot. I want to possess and be possessed by them both, and that’s not normal.

  Combined, they work to pull both my shirts over my head, and I make it a point to stay firmly in this moment with them.

  All too soon their lips leave my skin as my shirts are pulled off my body. My hands come back down on Dominick’s shoulders as my eyes open slowly. The startling starbursts are non-existent in his desire.

  His gaze drifts down to my chest, now only covered by my powder blue t-shirt bra. This bra is more for comfort than sensuality, but you couldn’t tell with the way Dominick stares at the swell of my breasts.

  Behind me, Kelan pulls my ponytail holder from my hair, the shoulder length strands tickling my bare back.

  “This is much better,” Kelan’s gruff voice says. “Don’t you think, Dom?”

  “Absolutely.”

  I open my mouth to respond indignantly but quickly get shut down by Dominick’s lips once more. They’ve really gotta stop shutting me up with kisses. It works far too well.

  Dominick’s kiss is short and leaves me wanting more. Thankfully, he quickly turns me to face Kelan, who’s all too happy to pick up where his friend left off. As our lips and tongues continue our savage dance, Dominick places small kisses down the length of my back. Each touch sends shivers racing through my body. My back just happens to be one giant erogenous zone, and it’s times like this I wish that wasn’t the case.

  My libido goes from twenty to seventy in the blink of an eye. It won’t take much to set me off now, and I’m hoping they don’t realize how much of a hot zone my back is.

  Kelan’s hands move from my waist, skimming across my belly and sending more zings through my body.

  “I think we’ve found a couple of hot spots, Kel.”

  Damn them.

  Kelan’s hands move over the spot again as he starts to undo my jeans, and I moan. His cheeky grin breaks our kiss as he pulls down the zipper on my jeans. A low growl rumbles through me as my eyes narrow at the hulking sex god in front of me.

  He nips at my bottom lip while Dominick unclasps my bra. “No pouting, sweetness.”

  His lips come down on mine, silencing me with a kiss before I can protest.

  Damn them!

  Kelan pulls the straps of my bra down my arms, letting the backs of his hands lightly graze my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Dominick’s hands come around from behind to cup my breasts, rolling their weight around in his hands as he continues to drop kisses on my sensitive back. I’m losing myself in their passion as Kelan pushes my jeans below my ass, cupping the squishy globes in his firm grip.

  I push up on my tiptoes in an effort to be closer, needing to relieve some of the tension thrumming through my body. My hands grip Kelan’s shirt like they have a mind of their own, pulling in no sensible direction, only knowing it’s an obstacle that has to be removed. Kelan takes pity on me and breaks our kiss to remove his shirt. My eyes are glued to his body as Dominick pulls me back into his chest—his still clothed chest.

  One hand is pushing down my jeans as the other fondles my breast. All this while Kelan strips in front of us. My lids begin to droop as I struggle to keep my eyes on Kelan. Gripping the ends of Dominick’s shirt, I start to pull.

  “Off,” is the only thing I can get out. Thankfully, he seems to understand.

  Dominick grunts as his hands and lips leave my body. Kelan’s thankfully stripped bare and ready for me. He takes my hand in his and pulls me to him, his thick cock hard and jumping between us. I wrap my hand around his base as I place soft kisses on his chest. A low growl rumbles through his body as my nails lightly scratch a path down his chest as I lower myself to my knees.

  The rustling of fabric ends and steals my attention for a moment. I stroke Kelan slowly, as I look over my shoulder to a now naked Dominick. Heaven above, they’re the definition of male perfection. My mouth actually waters. Dominick isn’t as thick as Kelan, but he’s a bit longer, and as I felt earlier, that more than makes up for it. My pussy clenches around nothing, and I barely bite back a whimper.

  Dominick moves over to the couch, his eyes on me the entire time and takes a seat near the center before fisting his dick. My bottom lip finds its way between my teeth as I clench my thighs together. Kelan’s hand closes over mine and releases his dick from my grasp with a groan. Green orbs meet blue as he tilts his head in Dominick’s direction.

  Feeling like the wanton little sex kitten I am, I lower myself to all fours and crawl the short distance to Dominick. Their anguished groans only serve to spur me on as I make it to Dominick, swinging my hips as I lift myself up and place my hands on his thighs. His gaze is zeroed in on my breasts as I lean over his lap and lick a long curvy trail up his chest. His breath hisses out of him as my tits brush over his cock.

  I’m smiling as I back away from his descending lips. His eyes narrow as I lower myself back down, keeping my gaze on him as my tits tickle the underside of his cock with my descent. When my mouth reaches the tip of his cock, I flick my tongue out to taste him, only to be trapped in my one sexual weakness.

  The spicy musk rolling off his length invades my senses and begs me to come back for more. My eyes close as a moan pulls out of me, my hands moving up his legs to the crease of his thighs. When my eyes reopen, I’m a woman on a mission. I grip Dominick’s cock in my right hand and drag my tongue along the underside of his shaft, the thick vein pulsing against my tongue until I reach the tip and surround the mushroom head with my lips.

  Dominick groans as his hands grip the couch cushions by his thighs. “Shit, Addy.”

  I take his words as the encouragement they are and wrap my tongue around his shaft while taking him further into my mouth. My hand strokes him slowly, following the direction of my head as I bob up and down on his cock. My left hand leaves his thigh to fondle his balls, massaging and rotating them slowly as I continue to enjoy myself. I can feel my panties getting damp as my legs widen on their own.

  Dominick’s hand sinks into my hair as Kela
n pulls my panties to the side, his thick finger probing my entrance.

  “Fuck, Addison,” Kelan groans. “She’s soaked.”

  I moan around Dominick as Kelan’s fingers curl into the waistband of my panties and pull them down my legs. Seconds later, I yelp around Dominick as Kelan wraps his arms around my spread thighs, and pulls me down to sit on his face. My mouth leaves Dominick with a loud pop as my head falls back on a loud moan. I was not expecting that at all.

  My ass is resting just above his collarbone as he feasts on me like I’m the last meal on Earth. This won’t do. I need to have my fun too.

  Lifting myself up on my knees further puts me right where Kelan wants me, if his pleasured groans are anything to go by. I don’t even try to stop my own moans as pleasure rolls through me. With Dominick still firm in my hand, I continue to stroke him while I lower my mouth to his balls. A hissed breath leaves him as my tongue swirls around one before moving to the other. When I manage to get both in my mouth, he outright shouts to the heavens.

  “Holy shit, Addison. Fuck me. Your mouth.” His breaths are jagged, his sentences broken, and my libido turns up another notch.

  Kelan moans appreciatively as I pop off of Dominick’s balls, returning my oral attention to his throbbing cock while grinding down on Kelan’s face. I’m so fucking close.

  My orgasm crashes through me so suddenly I have no time to prepare for it. Convulsions rip through my body as my cheeks hollow out from the continuous suction on Dominick, not that he’s complaining. His hands are gripping my hair tightly as he tries not to buck into my mouth.

  I push off of Dominick as Kelan’s mouth leaves my pussy. The ripping of a wrapper fills the air seconds before Kelan’s lined up behind me. His hand is on my lower back as he coats his condom covered tip in my juices.

  My eyes lock on to Dominick’s as I continue to stroke him. “Don’t hold back, Dom.” I’m surprised at the sultriness of my tone. I don’t think I’ve ever heard myself sound this way before.

  Just as my lips lock back around Dominick, Kelan starts to push in. Sweet baby Jesus, it’s a tight fit. Just as he gets the head in, he pulls out, chuckling under his breath as I groan, lamenting the loss of such fullness. I can only imagine what it’ll feel like once he’s fully seated, but thankfully, he doesn’t make me wait long.

  Dominick’s grip on my hair tightens as Kelan pushes back in, using my own lube to make his entrance easier. He continues to rock into me with short strokes, each one adding a bit more length while I lightly drag my canines along Dominick’s pulsing cock. That appears to be his breaking point.

  When Kelan fully seats himself inside me, just as full as I thought he’d be, Dominick uses his grip on my hair to pull me up.

  “You want me to lose control?” His voice is deeper than I’ve heard it all night, filled with lust and promises. “You just got your wish.”

  With a brief look at Kelan, both of their hands tighten on the various parts of my body they have in their possession. I’m definitely going to have bruises tomorrow, but what a story to go with them.

  Kelan pulls out to just the tip before surging back in, right when Dominick brings my head back down to his waiting cock. Not needing instruction, my mouth opens eagerly as they both lose control.

  Dominick pushes me down on his cock and thrusts deep to the back of my throat with a surge of his hips, just as Kelan thrusts back into me. The slap of his heavy balls against my clit has me moaning around Dominick as the two of them work in tandem to take my body to new heights. Dominick holds my head steady as his hips thrust hard and fast, my saliva sliding down the sides of his cock giving each stroke a sound effect.

  Kelan’s thrusting just as hard behind me. His hands like claws on my hips as he holds my waist still, slamming into me with a fullness I’ve never felt before. I wish I could thrust back, ride Kelan’s cock while playing with Dominick’s. Get him to beg me to make him cum. But I can’t, and even if I could, I wouldn’t. I want this. I want this loss of control from them, it turns me on that much more.

  Without my permission, another orgasm crashes through me. Kelan grunts as my walls tighten around his cock, his thrusts becoming erratic. Dominick’s the same. Their breathing is labored, their muffled curses happening more frequently. They’re close.

  Dominick’s first. Nonsensical words rush from his lips just as the first jets of cum spurt down my throat. I puff out my cheeks as he holds me in place, gulping down his semi-sweet cum and massaging the underside of his cock with my tongue for more.

  Dominick relaxes his hold on my hair and collapses onto the couch, pulling his cock out of my mouth with a soft pop. Kelan grunts with his impending release, pulls me up against his chest with a deep thrust, and stills. I clench my walls, milking Kelan dry as I moan through the twitching of his cock inside me. My head falls onto his shoulder as small tremors race through us in the aftermath of our orgasms.

  After a few silent moments, Kelan pulls out of me and collapses on the floor, none too gently, bringing me with him. He keeps his arms wrapped around me as he places a tender kiss on the back of my neck, somehow not out of place even with the savagery of our fucking. My heart gives a painful thump in my chest as I snuggle back into him. I try not to overthink it as I let the silence drift over us.

  Dominick’s voice breaks the companionable silence. “So, who’s ready for round two?”

  A short laugh breaks out of me before I answer, “We’re way past round two, love.”

  Kelan’s chest rumbles behind me with his laugh.

  Today has been unbelievable. I’ve never considered myself lucky. In fact, with the way this day started, I’d go so far as to say I’m rather unlucky. But if a crappy day and the addition of multiple fucked up situations equates to one spectacular night like this? I think I’ll continue my unlucky streak. Who knows where it’ll lead next.

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  Leprechaun's Legacy

  Joelle Greene

  For my own Irish ginger and his insistence that I include that leprechauns are, in fact, very tall. <3

  1

  It was the kind of day that demanded a stop at the bar after work. Not right after work, because day drinking always weirded me out. As soon as it started to look dark, I got my coat on and walked down the street to Jimmy’s.

  Jimmy’s was more of a neighborhood pub than just a bar, but the beer was cold and they had really good fries. Carbs and booze sounded perfect. It probably said something that Jimmy, the bartender and owner, knew me by name – either I was there too much or he was really good with names. Maybe both. Probably both.

  I sat at a table by the wall and got my order in a timely fashion. The service there was always great. They didn’t hover, but it wasn’t hard to find someone when you needed something.

  People moved in and out as the evening wore on. It wasn’t packed, but it was busy enough that I didn’t notice a familiar face until they were practically on top of me.

  Cillian and I had an interesting relationship, if it could be called that. We’d met in Jimmy’s one night. He was hot, I’d been a little tipsy, and I’d ended up blowing him about a block away in the alley behind the used bookstore. Not my finest moment, though it had seemed like a good idea at the time.

  That wasn’t the last time I’d seen him, of course. Strangely enough, now he mostly showed up when I was getting my flirt on with someone else. He was usually super obnoxious to the other guy until they basically ran screaming. And then somehow we’d end up back at my apartment with his head between my legs or my thighs over his shoulders. Or both. Cillian was a good lay.

/>   I didn’t know a whole lot about him beyond that. We talked, but it never seemed to be about anything meaningful. I realized, as I looked up into his clear, blue eyes, that I didn’t even have any idea what he did for a living.

  He wasn’t alone. That was new and different. I assumed he had friends, because most people do, but I’d never seen even a hint of them. Cillian was tall and lean, built a bit like a runner with thick, black hair and amazing forearms. The new guy was just big. He was taller than Cillian, and his shoulders were probably about as broad as two of me put together.

  Cillian’s lean, pointed features were almost pretty. The new guy was not. He had a square face, a couple of scars, and wasn’t what I’d call conventionally attractive. There was something compelling about him, though. My eyes kept straying back to his face.

  “Sorry,” I told Cillian. “There’s no one here for you to chase off.”

  “Oh, it’s not chasing, love. But did you want there to be?” The lilt of Cillian’s Irish accent was definitely a plus. He settled in the chair opposite mine without being invited, and snagged a fry off my plate.

  I wanted to be irritated with him, but he had this charisma, this charm that showed up in his mischievous smile and twinkling eyes that made it almost impossible. “Help yourself.” Not that my sarcasm seemed to bother him.

  “Thanks very much.” He motioned with his head to the mountain of a man currently pulling an empty chair over from a nearby table. “That’s Tom. Tom, this is Eva.”

  Tom offered me his hand. After a moment’s hesitation, I put mine into it, and my fingers disappeared in his grasp. He didn’t try to squish me – if anything, the clasp of his hand was too gentle. “Nice to meet you.” His accent was thicker than Cillian’s, his voice what I imagined a mountain relocating itself would sound like.